2.14.2012

things i really feel like i deserve today since no one else is buying me stuff:

i mean.... i won't really buy myself all these things. 
maybe just one of them. or two.




the most precious sweater i've ever laid eyes on.



 twill ribbon. one in every color.

i've been ooing over this bad for years. rib and hull.


 more nail polish. more neon.



and that's it.
short list.

 {after the 32534th floral delivery in the office, one of the front desk girls said, "is there anything better than flowers and chocolate!' and i said, "um, and anthropologie gift card?"}

really, though.  

sugar cookies.

in case anyone out there hasn't made their valentine's day heart shaped sugar cookies yet - like me - use THIS recipe and follow it with exactness.

a little bit of sweets in the workplace, coupled with integrated traffic management. a match made in heaven if you ask me.


happy valentine's day to you.
happy birthday to my dad.
happy anniversary to my parents.
happy everything to everyone. 

albert.

the second i walked out of albert nobbs {well, after the writhing in pain kick-and-scream and flailing of all my limbs} i said to bestie jen "when we tell people how awful this movie was, they're going to be, like, 'duh.'

DUH that movie was awful. a skiddish woman, dressed as a peculiar little man servant, paranoid beyond all belief that someone's going to blow her? his? i don't know? cover.  THEME SONG SUNG BY SINEAD O'CONNOR?!

duh.
duh.
duh.


but it won so many film festival awards... and i've always appreciated the oddity in films.
but this was baddddd.

i felt uncomfortable from beginning to end.
with the occasional full-frontal nudity.

the only redeeming factor of the whole gig was this guy.
leaned forward in his seat, engaged in the awkwardness of it all, the entire two hours.


and when the movie was over, he was bawling. out loud, sobbing tears.


this was my other favorite part:

taking a bite out of the giant slice of banana bread {that wasn't 1/10th as good as mine} from toasters.


it hurt my jaw.


2.13.2012

"she's just like a little girl to me. in a little boy's body."

{the title of this post is especially special because i saw albert nobbs tonight and felt completely uncomfortable the whole 1:57 through.}

ben did not right that. chris harrison, maybe. but not ben.


one-on-one date #1:
"i absolutely know that i'm falling in love with ben." - lindsey lindsay linsey lyndsi lin7zi linzi
"i think, i feel like i'm falling in love with this woman." - ben.

one-on-one date #2:
"i really think i'm falling in love with him. *sigh*." - emily.
"i can see myself falling in love with this woman." - ben.

one-on-one date #3:
"i saw myself with this woman - courtney - sitting next to me and i'm thinking, i see myself with this woman." - ben.
nothing of substance. {seriously, i rewound it three times, looking for something good.} - courtney.

group date:
"i said the words 'falling in love' for the first time without freaking out... i've known it's real from the beginning, but it's, like, really real." - nicki.
*kiss*kiss*kiss* - ben.

"it's because i'm falling in love with you and i want {my parents} to see that." - kacie b.
*kiss*kiss*kiss* - ben.

"the second i saw you today, i was like 'i want to bring you home'" - rachel.
*kiss*kiss*kiss* - ben.


predictable. irritating.

2.12.2012

preparing for valentine's day.

as far as i know, tuesday is my parents 36th wedding anniversary and my dad's birthday.
what else?

sans any super duper surprise from an unknown lover {hello? are you out there?} my parents will be my valentine.
thaaaankfully, paperless post makes a card for that.


but if anyone is so inclined to send me a valentine {please send to its1116@gmail.com}, i would laugh as i opened any of these. some are free, some take "coins", but paperless post will fill your bank with 35 coins, just for logging in. they don't even send annoying emails all the time, either. you're in good hands.









 clever, right? 
i died at the adele one, and the online one!

if anyone out there needs a valentine, i'll be yours. compliments of my free credits at paperless post. 
seriously, leave me your email. i'll email you.

p.s. kid valentines too!
p.p.s. they celebrate all other maj holidays, too!


#febphotoaday.

month two!
i'm dedicated to the cause, you know. but by now, my facebook following co-workers help me along the way. 
"did you get your picture today??"

because that's how we roll at our office.
one great big blur between the lines of work + play.

day 1: my view
from the office



day 2: words
i wrote them, but i cannot read them. drat.



day 3: hands
five day old chipped nail polish and a zinger drink.



day 4: stranger
seriously, the ookiest saturday at target. not a soul in sight. until this guy.



day 5: 10 a.m.
at church.



day 6: dinner
cheap chinese food. on the road.



day 7: buttons
a safe bet, considering i was the victim of a wardrobe malfunction at a major work event the day prior. the humility!



day 8: sun
a 7:30 a.m. sun. the last we'd see of it all day.



day 9: front door
homemade craftiness



day 10: self portrait
in the car. in the basement.



day 11: makes me happy
hot pink forehead kisses on a helpless baby



day 12: in my closet
the skirts


i don't have children, so i take pictures of inanimate objects.

 i hate getting ready - so much.
especially on a saturday, when my time restraints are a little more floppy than they are on the weekday mornings. i tend to procrastinate + dilly dally the process. anything is more appealing than creaming and applying and brushing and blowing dry. 
so, in a moment of boredom, and to glamorize the whole bit, i documented the process.







ironing only happens on the weekends.
makeup brushes in a walnut? pot i bought from a street vendor in ukraine.
the top drawer hygiene accessories.
make up tackle box.
morning vitamins.
blowdrying.

2.10.2012

dream.


this text message conversation:

aubry: 
"yesterday i had a dream i had agreed to run a half marathon. i woke up right as i was shedding my hoodie and shaking out my limbs, ready.to.go. thank goodness i woke up. i didn't want to run that thing. today i had a dream i was set up on a date with a 65 year old man. all my juarez cousins were there and we were plotting how i might ditch him or stand him up. i woke up right as the door knocked. i don't know which was worse, but i dreamed - twice! - and had to tell you about it."

lara:
"that is amazing! i think the race would be better.  probably done faster and you get chocolate milk and a medal!"



... maybe running isn't so bad after all. and maybe i'd be more willing to be set up on some more blind dates if i knew chocolate milk was involved.

music swap.

you GUYS.
this is so major. listen up.

bestie jen is softening.
there's one little chink in her armor... the armor of "my music taste is superior to yours" {but really, it's the rest of us rolling our eyes and shaking our head when she bears testimony of the scorps or tesla.}

last night, we finally pinned it down: we only disagree on three things.
1.  our taste in music
2.  our taste in men
3.  our preference of wasabi flavored things. {she's pro, i'm con}

but we've got too much invested in this friendship to let these things come between, so we rise above and work it out. 

so today, i'm proud {like, pridefully proud} to announce jen's music swap.
visit her blog, comment with your favorite song, she'll compile all of the submissions into one sweet mix tape and send it back out to everyone involved.
{kind of like the recipe swap.... the ONE THAT'S STILL AT THE PRINTER!}

fun. an arizona band that jen will enjoy someday soooooon.

that means if your favorite song is "because you loved me" by celine dion, she has to add it.
if it's something crappy by mumford and sons, she has to add it.
if it's something great, like this song, she has to add it.
{and she'll secretly enjoy it!}

my head is spinning with all the possibilities.
i just don't know what i'll submit.




NOW.
here's a funny story:

when jen was one year sober {because by now, we all know she is a recovering addict, right? we met after she was directed to "go to church and make friends with girls" in order to stay clean... and we're besties happily ever after.}, we celebrated. we, her friends, did some research on what to do the celebrate a sobriety anniversary and learned it was actually a pretty big deal.... like a birthday.
so we planned. bought presents. did sentimental things telling her how proud we were of her hard work to be clean, sober, and in our lives. stuff like that.

jen, are you crying?

one of our friends suggested we make her a mix tape - the sobriety variety, we called it. we all submitted two songs. in my naivete, i chose "details in the fabric" by jason mraz and "keep breathing" by ingrid michaelson. because, in my wildest dreams, i had NO IDEA there would be a girl out there who gagged at "grey's anatomy music". and somehow, in the 5 months that had passed between our first meeting and her sobriety anniversary, music never came up. anthropologie came up, ed parker came up 156765456765 times.... but not music.

but i poured over those songs.... they seemed very sober-ready. very "be strong, you can do it."
and then i learned that she hates this music and i laughed. we still laugh.
and 4 years later, i'm waiting for her to appreciate - tolerate even - my kind of music.
i think 2012 is our year. even just a little. 

details in the fabric

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything will be fine

Hang on
Help is on the way
And stay strong
I'm doing everything

...


keep breathing
{seriously, click this link. i'm laaaaughing.}

But all that I know is I'm breathing
All I can do is keep breathing
All we can do is keep breathing now


moral of the story: tell jen what your favorite song is.


2.09.2012

twisty.

when my friends ask about my love life, i tell them "it's twisty".
and then joanna blogged this and i wanted to give my computer monitor a hug and a kiss jump out of my chair and shout a loud, victorious "YES!"