Monday/no work thoughts
When an Ina Garten recipe calls for “chicken stock, preferably homemade”, I just imagine her judging me for the rest of the recipe after I use my can of bouillon from the fridge. You know the judging Ina face (Erich, help me out here…). I feel uneasy, even when the recipe comes out delicious. I’m sorry, Ina, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last homemade stock. I will pray over your latest cookbook as repentance.
House of Cards, guys. HOUSE OF FUCKING CARDS. If you didn’t use your three day weekend to binge watch the series, I don’t know if I can be friends. Well, we can… if you pull an all-nighter to catch up. Tonight. Ugh CLAIREFRANKREMYTUSKFENG.
I’m not sure if I’m playing Duolingo to learn a language or to meet my daily points goals so the owl I dressed in a smoking suit will tell me I’ve advanced to the next level. Not really sure if I care either way. Est bonne?
I finished “Me Before You” and wasn’t as invested in the characters as you guys. I’m just as surprised as you are, because give me a story set in the fucking idyllic English countryside and I’m usually sold. I mean, I was very sad, mostly, throughout but I think I’m still raw from a one-two punch from “A Constellation of Vital…” and “11.22.63” and can’t really grip on to anything that feels less weighty.
My pot pies were delicious. No one talks about me on GOMI. I haven’t been sleeping well. These aren’t related, but I thought all were important enough to share.
Work is more than I can handle (which is why, at 8:03) I’m still at my laptop. I like to think of little memories that make me smile, not only to remind myself that they happen, but to remind me that more of them will come… right after I send this last email. And finish the strategic plan. And…
Drinking a cup of unfiltered Pilser-Urquell from a 25 foot tall wooden barrel in the cellar of the brewery in the adorable town of Plzn, Czech Republic.
Secretly buying tickets to the Goo Goo Dolls at the Greek and making Ryan go on a scavenger hunt to pick them up from the StubHub office in Downtown LA and then drive us to the theater. One of the most fun nights ever.
On the first night I went to hang out with Ryan at his house, my best friend and him played Wii bowling that turned into an invisible light saber battle. We were ourselves from day one. No gimmicks or facades. Just two goofy kids with a penchant for belly laughs.
I feel like a lot of new followers don’t know much about me excpet that I like minimalist design and care about cats. There is not too much more you need to know (obviously) but please enjoy these five random facts about me:
I am great at picking out honeydew melons. If you don’t like honeydew, you have not eaten a ripe and correctly sourced honeydew. They are my favorite fruits of all time. Tip: run your hands over the surface fo the honeydew. Is it slight tacky? That means it is ready to be enjoyed. DO NOT BUY A HONEYDEW THAT IS NOT TACKY. This will perpetuate the opinion that honeydew are hard and flavorless.
I am an only child. I grew up with 13 aunts and uncles and 50 first cousins, and we’re all very close. I feel like that influenced my childhood/perspectives from that of a normal only child. Now I have two brothers and a sister by marriage and I love it.
Listening to music is the most enjoyable activity for me. I do not connect on personal levels with most movies (unless there is music involved—Once, 500 Days of Summer) and a book has to be really special (and if it is, I will care for it like my own child) but music… music is my escape, my meaning, my joy. I am the person who gets moved to tears by good music. Ryan and I connect on this level.
I can smile and change my perspective on a day. If I’m feeling stressed/unhappy/anxious/cranky, I force myself to smile. I feel instantly better. It’s one thing I’m really proud of myself for.
It’s very hard for me to change my opinion once I’ve formed one. This seems normal, but what I mean to say is that it’s not easy for someone to reearn my trust, or show me they are diffrerent now. Grudges are plenty in my mind. It’s something I work on every day.
The good life
Got to work at 8 after a great chiropractor appointment and hung out with my boss all day (see earlier photo) where we slayed like a million projects and ate tacos for lunch and then I left a 6 with a huge smile which I had while I walked around Sprouts and collected all my ingredients for spicy Thai eggplant which I came home and cooked to perfection and then laughed when Ryan asked if I already took a picture of it and told him I don’t need to prove I ate dinner anymore and then Ryan and I watched Parks and Rec and now I’m having a beer and later we’ll play Call of Duty and then I’ll go to sleep while Herman snuggles between Ryan and my shoulders and dream with a huge smile on my face, obviously.