About A Baby

I'd like to tell you the story of how this picture came about. I bled last month.

Something Akin to Poetry, Compliments of Anthropologie

Taken Fall 2007

First of all, Anthropologie. Don't even get me started. I love them. LOVE. THEM.

Secondly, as I was flipping through their fall catalog, I found this lovely reverie about autumn. Despite the fact that it's, well, about autumn and we are decidedly hurtling through winter, I decided to share it. It spoke to me. What can I say?

"October is the finest month. 

On My Mind: Adele, Marshmallows, and Books

I think in lists. Apologies.

1. Adele is my very favorite. (So is Jennifer Garner. Non-wacky celebs make me happy.) Her voice is incredible; what I like even more is her musical aesthetic. Her music is bare bones: usually just her vocals and a piano. That restraint is so refreshing.

A Late Night Thought

Once it gets past 10:00PM, I get a ridiculous amount of writing inspiration. Some are good ideas ("I SHOULD tell everybody about how to make boring old chicken breasts exciting!!"); some are bad ideas (I should tell EVERYBODY about how sometimes I forget to brush my hair. TOTALLY a relate-able topic). I also get super excited about all ideas; regardless of their merit . . . hence the caps.

In Which I Discover I Am in Fact Grown Up and Consequently Attempt to Deny It.

I think I'm grown up.

I wish I had a picture to post of me when I was like three and all towheaded (that means blonde. Just doing my duty as a blogger to increase your vocabulary) and cute and wearing my dad's shoes. I was a super cute three year old. I don't know of any three year olds that aren't super cute, so admittedly, this isn't saying much.

But then I somehow grew up. I've lived twenty-four blissful years and they've happened really fast.

The Dresser that Wasn't

The other day, I was taking out the garbage. I was walking along, humming to myself, until I reached the dumpster. Our enormous green dumpster is enclosed by a tall iron gate with two doors that swing outwards. A normal person opens one or both, then tosses the garbage in. Not I.

Of Men

I've started playing soccer with my husband's PT group. It's been, uh, interesting. And far more fun than I thought it would be. FAR more fun.

I've had to eat some humble pie, though. I was one of those people in high school who turned up my nose to soccer, convinced that I would never need to play it. I think that was really just an excuse I used to mask my insecurity at playing the darn game, but I've since made peace with that. I think the exact moment of peace might have come when I realized I was actually tolerable at soccer. Or when I got my first ball in the face. Yeah. That was memorable.