Best Surprise

One of my best friends is coming to visit me today. I am thrilled!! I was planning on cleaning, unpacking, and catching up on the 5 (yes FIVE) blog posts that have been shoved into the draft corner, but plans change & today it was for the better. Wine, lunch, and any other trouble we can get ourselves in around this little town tops all of the above, wouldn’t you say? AND she is bringing this lil baby who I cannot wait to smooch n’ snuggle.

 I apologize to those who have been waiting for posts (Ashley Sweat, Celeste, & my favorite bloggers involved in a post I am working on, etc) Bare with me while I get used to this whole ‘if the house is clean, clean it, because it’s YOURS’ thing. Wait, so nobody else will do it…? And they wont do my homework either? WTF.

Happy Friday!

XOXO

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Getting My Groove Back

If we ignore the 30 minutes I spent on campus trying to find my class (& the ‘almost’ tears, oh & the phone call to my mother) THEN we can absolutely say that my first day at Utah State was fantastic. I am so excited for this class. My professor actually challenges us as individuals instead of passing us & moving on when we don’t deserve it. I will have to work my ass off, but I feel I’m in the perfect place to do so. Maybe Universities aren’t so scary after all.

After class & some quick errands I came home and started a little project… I planned on spray painting a lamp of mine, and I also planned on it being quick & painless. Andy has work tonight, so instead of waiting for him to help me I took things into my own impatient little hands… Literally. If my project turns out the way I am planning it’s worth every little bit of the mess I made. These are the things I have wanted to do for years. I am so happy that I have my own home & creative space to do them in.

I took a soak in the tub (in attempt to get the paint off my hands) while I read The Hunger Games (book #2). I was not about to brush my hair, let alone put a blow dryer to it. So I gave my long lost curls a shot, and voila! I’m getting my groove back. By the way, my grandma always asks me to do my hair curly because she loves it, so all these curls are for you GG. I love and miss you

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about the oreos downstairs in my pantry so I gotta go.

I love you dolls, have a beautiful evening. XOXO

Today I Am Loving…

This man bouquet. Every man would love this, I guarantee it. I’m ready for my lady bouquet, which would entail bubbly, lipstick, makeup brushes, & whatever else. (Not tampons. We can take care of that. Thanks though)

These bite sized pieces of baked brie. I was raised in a home where garlic & brie are a favorite, so I am all about these.

This man, for reminding me that sometimes you just have to jump and know that someone will catch you… And for being the one I can trust enough to do so. (Oh & for loving me even though I’m crazy) I love you so much.

This loft bed with a built in closet underneath. I love how simple it is, and the organization is awesome. I can’t stand childrens bedrooms with toys & what not just laying there waiting until you roll your ankle on them or puncture your foot.

This look

This woman! 83-years-old Bette Calman is living proof that the ancient art of yoga can do wonders on the human body. Bette Calman has been practicing and teaching yoga for the last 40 years and, although other people her age can hardly move anymore, she can pool of difficult yoga moves that put teenagers to shame. She can execute the “peacock” a difficult position in which the body is held horizontally, using only the power of the arms,  the “bridge”, “lotus” and can stand on her head with unnatural ease. Asked when she is going to retire, Calman said ‘You’re never too old. The body is a remarkable instrument. ‘It can stretch and stretch, and get better all the time. Forget age’ Ms Bette Calman teaches up to 11 classes every week, in Williamstown, Australia, teaching others the remarkable effects of yoga.

Because she could probably kick my ass.

Getting seconds at our work luncheon (because I can)

Savers providing me with an oversized sweater that I can’t get enough of. It probably came from a 90 year olds closet, but sweaters don’t require background checks. As long as they can mingle with my Litas & non-traditional Christmas nails, we’re fine.

My amazing grandma. I love her everyday, but especially when she sends me to work with airborne, crackers, & detailed instructions for nursing a cold/inversion-rebellion. She also knew exactly where my leg warmers were this morning when I was frantically trying to find them before work. ‘What would you do without me?’ Well grandma, I don’t have a clue.

So there are a few of my favorite things. What are you loving today?

The Sensitive Rambler

I love Fridays, especially when I thought it came 3 days ago & have been patiently waiting for it’s arrival ever since then. I want to say thank you so much for everyones love, support, and kind words. I have some of the best readers & when I hear from you it absolutely makes my day. Things are  beginning to fall into place with moving & we have finally set an official moving date: 1/1/12. Kelsey & I will drive our little Salt Lake selves to Logan & unpack my things that day. She is truly my rock, I love you sissy. I’m planning on taking a few days off work so I can get all my ducks in a row to start the year off on the right foot (in a beautiful heel, of course). The generosity of my family & friends is incredible, without them I’d be a mess (& in need of a couch, tv, table, chairs, dishes, and much more). At the end of the day it’s comforting to know that no matter what happens my life is made of gems, and that is truly all that matters.

Now, onto a lighter subject. I am infamous for holding onto things, whether it be god-awful brown leggings or being called a ‘fu***** diva’ by someone I once looked up to (as if it were a hateful, disgusting thing to be). So yes, two things that are very silly, but I can’t seem to let go of for the life of me. Now, one of my guilty pleasures is Oprah. Yes, Oprah in general. Sometimes she irritates the hell out of me, and sometimes she makes me sob & blow snot bubbles (not really… okay sometimes). I read this article about things we should let go of and things we shouldn’t let go of. I think we can all relate to some of the things she talks about, so if you have a minute, I’d recommend reading it. You’re probably thinking “Um, ya, if you’d shut your pie hole & give me the link I just might..” So here it is, darlin.

Xoxo, The Sensitive Rambler

 

Shame, Shame, Shame

I realize this is childish. And that it is supposed to be in a 11 year old girls backpack, not on my desk at work. Technically, it isn’t on my desk… It’s hidden underneath on the shelf. When the Salt Lake Tribune came & interviewed us, I made sure it was hidden, because it is embarrassing! But where else am I supposed to keep all of my pens? I have WAY too many. So I guess it’s time to say goodbye to this pencil case, and find a new way to organize my pens/pencils. Another part of growing up I do not enjoy. Cheetah print used to be my favorite, and things got a little wild when I realized there are tons of things to buy in cheetah print. Lordy lord, bless my heart.



Sorry I’m Not Sorry

None of my pants want to zip/button as of late, & leggings give me all the freedom in the world. Can can dance? Sure. Sitting indian style in my chair at my desk during work? Go ahead.