07
Feb 10
geaux saints!
or go colts. whatev. i only care about the commercials.
in other news… CHILI’S ON DECK! i have a really great chili recipe. someday i will share it with you. but this is our contribution to the superbowl party. i’m not a HUGE spicy food fan, and this has just enough of a kick that it’s “chili,” but not too much where you’re like, omg get me some water after every sip.
ps. have i told you that i’ve lost almost 15 pounds since starting my new job? yeah… i was pushing F-A-T last summer. i feel so much better about myself and i finally feel like i can take a decent photograph again. we’ll talk more about this soon.
hope that you have fun tonight!!
04
Feb 10
in a charleston state of mind
i need to get out of this town.
in medical lingo… stat.
so kris and i are going to hit the road to charleston on saturday to escape for a few hours and i am so excited.
i need a downtown charleston fix like t-swift needs glittery couture.
i am most excited about hitting up urban outfitters for some springtime goods. the thing about UO is that their stuff can be poorly made or pretty legit, but you can’t really tell online. you need to see it in person.
plus shopping in an old theatre transformed into an emo clothing store is fun an puts you in the correct state of mind.
OH btw. it’s superbowl weekend. i am going to be a stereotypical married old person and make chili and snuggle on the couch with my dog and husband. and i don’t even watch the game… i’m in it for the ADVERTISEMENTS!
(truthfully, aren’t most people?)
03
Feb 10
shout out!
i want to give a shout out to whoever visited my blog from…
macmillan/mcgraw-hill publishing! thank you for making your name famous in my brain while i stared at the spines of my textbooks for 22 years. you produced some good ones.
27
Jan 10
glimpses.
I just had one of those glimpses.
You know the one I’m talking about.
The one where you’re in your comfies, you’ve had a bit to eat, and the dishes are done. You sit down on the couch next to your cuddled-up mutt (in the middle of a squirrel-chasing dream, I’m sure) and you can hear your husband talking to his life-long mentor on the phone in the next room. You know he’s going to hang up the phone and be full, too, but in a different and great way.
And then you’re like… Lord, thank you for all of this. Not the material and the personal stuff, but for making me complete in You.
I don’t know where you are tonight and what your circumstance is. You may be single, living alone, and wondering when God is going to give you “everything.” Sister, He already has given it to you. He is teaching you something right where you are today that He wants you to use for your future.
You may be a stay-at-home mom and you chase children all day, wiping stuffy noses and trying to instill a passion for Christ into your babies – all while trying to be a wonderful example to them and be the “right” kind of parent. Sister, you have such a special and amazing job. Your children will call you blessed.
Or you may be just like me. A newlywed, without kids, in this interesting and wonderful and curious life stage. And I’m learning so much right now.
27
Jan 10
Catchy title.
By the way, I’m still singing Hosanna. Forever. Hosanna forever and ever and ever… bahaha.
I called my mom yesterday when I got to work and I was like, “Mom. Go watch the video on my blog.”
My mom: “Is it going to inspire me or is it going to make me laugh?”
Me: “Both, Mom. Both.”
Anywho, HEY FOLKS. Can you believe it’s only Tuesday? Kris and I went over to LB and HughB’s tonight and the boys played darts while Laurie Beth and I flipped through her high school photo album and we laughed about how skinny we were and our awesome dresses from Tri-Hi-Y.
OH BTW. My first car was a 1994 Isuzu Trooper. Like so, except mine was blue:
The T-to-the-Roopa
I’m not going to lie, it was a ballin’ car. Of course, my 16-year-old bratty self complained that I had an “old car, wah wah wah,” but now, I WANT IT BACK. And I SAW IT ON MONDAY! IN FLORENCE! THE REAL DEAL! She even has my old stickers on her. I heart you T-to-the-Roopa.
I told Mom about this sighting, as well, and she said, “I’m sure we can borrow it this weekend for Laurie Beth’s baby shower. For old time’s sake, ya’ll can all pile in there, except this time, you can hang LB’s bump out the window for a picture.”
I love it.
24
Jan 10
Sometimes, my house is like a musical.
Random songs you may hear sung in my house at any given moment…
- To the tune of “I Have Decided (to Follow Jesus),” you will hear Kris sing “His Name is Nimbus, He is a Beagle.”
- When I’m bored and I think the atmosphere needs some “livening up,” I’ll sing “HOSANNA!” from Kirk Franklin’s “Hosanna.” And it is in my ALL OUT GOSPEL voice. I especially enjoy the key change.
- If someone says the word “solid,” I enjoy a little bit of “SOLID… Solid as a rock!” by Ashford and Simpson.
I feel like I need a white pantsuit. And my husband wanted me to add this comment: “That baseline is solid.”
SOLID… SOLID AS A ROCK!
22
Jan 10
friday thoughts
thoughts from the haiti relief concert tonight:
i love jeff buckley. and i loved justin timberlake and matt morris singing “hallelujah.” jeff buckley songs make me cry. go and download “last goodbye,” “everybody here wants you,” and “lover, you should’ve come over.” those songs bring back major flashbacks of fall of 2006. wow.
anderson cooper is so polished. i feel myself critiquing journalists a lot, but i really can never find anything negative about anderson. i think that part of my admiration of his journalistic style is that he tells a story. every word he says has a purpose, and he is always collected – no matter what. he doesn’t get flustered. (and he doesn’t wear distracting clothing. i can’t stand that.)
21
Jan 10
Your indulgent Nimbus Meade shot of the day.
And PS.
When did I get so old that my favorite time of the day is when I can put my PJs on?
(If you’re wondering, the time is 5:23PM. Totally legit. You see, I think about it this way. In college, I didn’t get up until 10AM which means I was only in street clothes for about 11 hours every day. Now, I get up at 6:30AM and I’m in street clothes for 11 hours PLUS I’m in heels and stockings. So that totally trumps the college wardrobe and legitimizes getting into PJs upon arrival home from work.)
