And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
(John Steinbeck).
Sunday, April 15, 2012
stop and smell the roses.
simple things: a rose from my boyfriend on the bedside table.
a simple weekend: in which I was supposed to get SO MUCH WORK DONE.
and instead:
flipped between Mike Morgan and Rick Mitchell in frustrated anticipation: in a constant state of wait, can't go to bed, over-analyze the closet v. the bathtub situation, drink wine while enthralled by storm chaser footage, go outside to check the sky every hour, etc.
deep cleaned my room.
* i reorganize my room about four times a year - a trait inherited from my mother (we would often come home to find our living room in the dining room): need to re-energize? need a fresh, clean start? my solution: move your furniture around.
deep cleaned the bathroom, a true sign of spring fever/avoidance.
made rice crispy treats.
and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
and balsamic-coated strawberries.
and poached eggs.
and pasta.
attempted to find the elusive Waffle Champion.
closely monitored Lamar Odom's breakdown.
dragged Walker to run the Redbud 5k in perfect weather: oh, I love these kinds of things.
Monday, April 9, 2012
en masse.
Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with the beauty of a sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage.
(Thomas Kinkade)
Sunday, April 8, 2012
easter sundee.
watching Jesus Christ Superstar, the 1973 movie.
deviled eggs with plenty of paprika.
iced tea.
my boyfriend in his new pants.
the country club buffet.
my grandparents in matching pink.
tearing-up during the hallelujah chorus.
weather that hints at rain, but never really threatens.
memory: matching laura ashley dresses.
memory: the greens swimming pool with its' gigantic steps + me always coveting cheese fries.
memory: plastic eggs filled with pennies and orange slices.
mandated: an easter bunny mascot. always, there must be one around.
Friday, April 6, 2012
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