July 2, 2008
A customer just entered my office and said, “I hope someone in here has a tranquilizer because I am about to go ballistic.” Um, what? Is that suppose to make me want to help you?
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“ We learned a lot about the Moon, but what we really learned was about the Earth. The fact that just from the distance of the Moon, you can put your thumb up, and you can hide the Earth behind your thumb. Everything that you have ever known, your loved ones, your business, the problems of the Earth itself, all behind your thumb. And how insignificant we really all are. But then how fortunate we are to have this body, and to be able to enjoy living here amongst the beauty of the Earth itself.
Jim Lovell, in In the Shadow of the Moon (via seagull)
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Could this be the reason for my sore thumbs?
ps homegirl totally gives good tumblr
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“ And if we had just held out for tomorrow. We might have seen what seemed so far away. We didn’t even bother to stay.
Rilo Kiley (via happycap)
Lately I have been thinking a lot about make or breaks in relationships. There is always a definitive turning point but for each relationship and each person it is different. It’s as if you are walking down a road thinking, this will be forever and as soon as the thought enters your mind that maybe it won’t or shouldn’t or doesn’t have to be forever that things change. It isn’t the thought that signifies the end it is just the change; a visible crack that either mends or breaks open further. Metaphors away, right? Wait, it gets better. The end for me is fixed, certain and unchangeable…the tide goes out and just doesn’t come back in.
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I love Robin Thicke…and yes, I fully understand the ramifications of this public declaration. His music makes me smile and dance and happy…plus he is hot (I’m all for a little reverse discrimination/objectification this morning) These songs are also great…oh and this one, well, it makes me think things that make me blush.
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I was going to complain this morning about boys who text message entire conversations instead of calling (wtf ?, my voice is way better than my literacy skills) but before I could compose something I checked my email and was inundated with some of the sweetest messages:
- I love you, you totally inspire me to be a better mom. (from a good friend who I admire so much as a person and a mother, me thinks that maybe it is a joke…no, no, of course not)
- Send me a word or two for I love you [all] proudly, profoundly, everlastingly, happily, forever and ever - amen! (from my grandmother who just by nature is one of the coolest women ever!)
Good morning to me!
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I love this photo for so many reasons…but mainly because I often think that my old age will be the time for me to cut loose and let my hair down, kind of like my teenage years revisited.
(Permalink)Old lady from New Zealand at the flea market. I hope I’m this awesome when I’m 90.
July 1, 2008
I’m going for it J…because, really what’s the worst that came happen? Wait, I take that back. Just keep your fingers crossed for me.
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Busted
- me: I need something to wear to the party on Thursday
- me: what do you think of a white eyelet dress...I have a pattern that I really like
- her: wait, what? how many of your clothes are you making?
- her: you need to send me some pictures of the actual goods before you start running around in homemade duds and wearing them to parties on yachts
- her: plus it is two days away! what, do you have a sweat shop in your spare bedroom?
June 30, 2008
Famous
(Permalink)I just want to write about my life, and hopefully that will cross paths with your life. The daily experiences that make me laugh, or have me locking myself in the restroom stall at work, trying to keep the girl next to me from hearing my sobs. The trials of life, large and small, that all women deal with. And yes, I know it’s been done. But not in a way that made me shriek ‘that is so true’.
Holy sish…this is an apron! It is prettier than some of the clothes I have worn on dates. I totally need to step up my sewing game. On another note, in the background of the picture is a book on the counter which happens to be my favorite cook book ever, Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything.
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What!?! It’s only eleven eleven (quick make a wish) and I already need a nap.
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