Wednesday, July 01, 2015

{Half} A Year in Review

July 1.
Happy day to you Canada.

I went back to January to read all my blog posts from the year so far. There are only 16, so it's not really that hard or time consuming. (And apparently I skipped blogging in April altogether).

Back in January, I posted about my one little word {magic} and my wish for the new year:


So far... 
has it been filled with magic and dreams and good madness? A little bit. 
have I read some fine books? A few here and there. {Sea of Tranquility, Station Eleven}
have I been kissed by someone who thinks I'm wonderful? Notsomuch. 
have I made some art? A little bit here and there.
have I surprised myself? Here and there. In both good and bad ways. 

Do I still believe in the {magic}? Yes. 
Did I hear "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" today? Yes. 
Did that remind me that there's still six more months of magic to come? 

Absolutely.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

In my browser

Yes, I know I haven't blogged in forever.
Yes, I'll try to blog more.

Moving on.

I've been spending inordinate amounts of time on the inter webs as of late, because: summer.
I present to you: a look at what is making its way into my cranium as of late.

Here's a list of what is open in my browser right this second.
* Mental Training and How We Self Sabotage (big issue for me at the moment)
42 Lemony Snicket quotes that sum up the absurdity of the human experience
* Experience: I've worn the same outfit as my husband for 35 years
* Memory Foam Insoles (y'all does this say old or what?)
* Champion (A Legend Novel, Book 3)- a new series I'm reading

And finally... the piece de resistance {said with French accent...}
This You Tube Video:



Y'all. This. I just can't even.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

2015 Reading Challenge

I've become quite the fan of Modern Mrs. Darcy, most notably for her love of books and her recommendations. I've seen her book lists before, and have read a few because of seeing them mentioned. 

This year, she did (another?) reading challenge, and I've decided to play along. 
Reading twelve books in twelve months? Easy peasy. 

Almost six months in, I've read nine books. 
Three of them are even on the list...
(Didn't take into account the rereading thing I tend to do)

But I thought I'd put it out here and share my choices. 


































1. Book you've been meaning to read:
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Attwood

2. Book published this year:
Fairest and/or Winter by Marissa Meyer.
Finishing the Lunar Chronicles series

3. Book in a genre you don't typically read:
Love is a Mixtape by Rob Sheffield
Don't really read memoirs.

4. Book from your childhood
Step to the Music by Phyllis A. Whitney
Vividly remember going to the library as a child and getting this book and cherishing it.

5. Book your mom loves:
Sparkly Green Earrings by Melanie Shankles
Since my mother doesn't read at all, I used The Aunt as a source for this one.

6. Book that was originally written in a different language
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery

7. Book that "everyone" has read but you
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
I may seriously be the only person in America that hasn't read it or seen the movie.

8. Book you chose because of the cover
still haven't found one to pick yet.

9. Book by a favorite author
One Plus One by JoJo Moyes
Love her work and want to read it all. Me Before You positively wrecked me. And now they're making it a movie...

10. Book recommended by someone with great taste
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
This was very different and quite a good read.

11. Book you should have read in high school
I was a good girl that read everything she was supposed to in school.
I may read Catcher in the Rye since I'm also about the only one that hasn't read that.

12. Book that's currently on the bestseller list.
All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr.
I started this one a little bit, before I realized that it was over 500 pages long. #kindleproblems

Hoping to actually follow through on this for the year.
Love is a Mixed Tape is up next.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Five on Friday. On Sunday.

Here's what I'm into as of late...

1. What I'm Listening to:
Cecelia and the Satellite.
Beautiful love song. 

2. What I'm reading:
Addicting, if a little predictable.
I'm only halfway through and I knew who the killer
really was, though the why wasn't as predictable.

3. What I'm creating:
I love my messy box subscription
And I love my messy book!

4. What I'm eating:
I'm on a chicken tacos kick.
It's relatively cheap, and I can eat it for days
without getting tired of it. 

5. What I'm surfing:
- and of course... the weather.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Twelve on the Twelfth

5:30 this morning I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep.
6:00 this morning I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep.
7:00 this morning I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep. 

Today I took the day off and it was glorious. 

It's also Ali Edwards' Day in the Life, and while I was excited to remember it before it happened, as opposed to the usual three days later, I knew it would look different simply because of taking the day off. 

And then I remembered it was the 12th, so I took 12 pictures and called it a project. I've also already got a plan to get it printed and in my new messy book today, so that's good as well. 

Morning cereal bowl

Snuggles with this girl all.morning.long.

She's always standing guard while I shower.
Every.single.day

While Netflix doesn't mind if I don't wear makeup,
the general public doesn't always like it.

Surprised Mom by showing up for lunch on her birthday.
Mod Market. Delicious, but a little fancy for my blood.

Trader Joe's, I love you.
Also, the number of bottles of wine in my cart
indicate that it is indeed the end of the school year.

I could look at clouds like this all day. Love them.
Also loved getting to my car right as the rain came down.

Driving all afternoon.
Including almost 20 miles in the wrong direction.

DMV
sigh...

Afternoon snuggles

Taco Tuesday
I've been on such a street tacos kick lately

Laundry doesn't take a day off...

To be honest, about half of the pictures could have been taken on any other, normal day.

I'm going to try to get back to blogging. soon. promise.


Thursday, March 05, 2015

Dear Married Man,

Dear Married Man,

Don't worry- we're not going to have this conversation in real life, both because I'm a big old ninny when it comes to conflict, and also because this is probably a non-issue for you. I doubt you have any idea what's going on.

You are a great guy, and I like talking to you. You are very friendly, and you have a welcoming personality. You like to give instruction, and you're kind when you're explaining things to people. You're always there for a nice little pat on the back. Or small back rub. Or small back scratch. Just letting me know you're there, and you're appreciative of me. There are no romantic undertones in our interactions, and from what I understand, you're happily married.

The problem is this: you're a naturally friendly, affectionate guy, but I'm a single girl. A single girl in my late thirties who will most likely end up a spinster. You are a man who sees no harm in the occasional friendly touch, back scratch, or small shoulder rub, and I am a girl who has been single for going on fourteen years and has been deprived of the touch of anyone for the majority of that time.

The first time you touched me it was so inconsequential that I didn't think anything of it. To be honest, I liked it because you touched my back to let me know you were there. I like someone literally having my back. The second time, it was a little awkward. But this last time, I felt my whole body tense up as a defense mechanism. Not because I was afraid, or thought I might have been in danger, but because you came up behind me, put your chin on my shoulder, and put your arms around me, and what was a friendly, sisterly gesture to you was an extremely intimate gesture to me.

And I can't let myself go to that place.

So, I will be keeping my distance for the foreseeable future.  Even though I again acknowledge that there was absolutely nothing romantic in the interaction, nor did I think that you were trying to convey anything romantic, it's just safer for everyone not even to go there.

- Wild and Precious
(Who you probably didn't even know was single)


Sigh.
Have I ever mentioned how hard it is to be a single girl? Not even once or twice?

(Side note: this all happened a while ago. I wrote it all out to get it out of my head and them promptly went on living my life. I just found it in drafts and hadn't written in a while. And while I doubt he reads my blog, distance has done wonders.)

Monday, February 16, 2015

If I knew then...

Today, I'm thinking back to one year ago: February 16, 2014.

More specifically things that I now know to be true.

Things I didn't know one year ago:
- that I'd be searching all the sports stores around for a specific mouthguard and a specific whistle.
- that I'd be wearing leggings twice a week and feel more comfortable in them than sweats or jeans.
- that I'd be using an app on my phone to study for a rules test in line at the CFA.
- that I'd be looking into a hockey helmet... to put on my birthday list.
- that I'd choose to stretch first, before I chose to eat.
- that I'd drink a liter of water twice a week. (Now to get it to five to seven days a week...)
- that I'd have a specific bag of edamame used for the sole purpose of icing down my knee.
- that I'd regularly add epsom salts to my baths. Or even that I'd take regular baths (as opposed to my daily shower).
- that once a week I'd stay up until eleven pm. On a school night.

If you'd told me on Feb. 16, 2014 that these things would be true a year from then, I might believe you.

But some things- I don't know that I would have ever believed them.

I wouldn't have believed that I own and LOVE skinny jeans.
I wouldn't have believed that the number on the scale is not very far off from a year ago, but I'm the strongest I've ever been and I am actually very proud of that.
I wouldn't have believed that I have a whole host of new friends, that are some of the weirdest people I've ever met- and that I subsequently think they are some of the awesomest people I've ever met.
I wouldn't have believed that I would be teaching littles how to skate and fall- and that I'd be as good as I am at skating and falling. (You want to learn how to backwards skate or transition? Spend some time teaching littles- it becomes a necessity).
I wouldn't have believed that I am not where I originally wanted to be, but that's okay because I see that I'm right where I should be and where I'm supposed to be. (meaning- I've still got some stuff to learn)

I wouldn't have believed that I accept so much more about my body because I've been taught to look at it based on what I need it to do for me. I don't fill it with crap before practice because I know it's going to come up after doing laps if I do. I try to fill it up with water because it's going to sweat out everything in it if there's not a water reservoir somewhere. I stretch it out and ice it down and take care of it because the working parts are important to what I want to accomplish. I try to "find" my abs two to three times a week because if I don't find them, my body will not work the way I want it to work.

A year ago tonight, I texted Reckless to see what I should do if I wanted to try this derby thing. She told me to get a cheap mouthguard and that I could use a bicycle helmet if I had one. (What about me says I have a bicycle helmet?)

So, I started this derby thing, and I was horrible at it, but I kept going- something that was a miracle in and of itself.

And so far... it's been magic.


(But, a year ago, if you'd told me that my mother would say something stupid to me in Target, and I would hip check her into a display of throw pillows... I'd probably believe that. )

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