I haven’t eaten refined sugar (only maple syrup and fruit, actually) in two weeks. I may have overdosed on decadent desserts at the Park Hyatt in Carlsbad and needed a change. That in conjunction with not drinking much beer anymore… has my body looking totally different. Also, I never thought I wouldn’t crave those afternoon mini snickers but I don’t! I’m happy for the change.
Ryan and I finished The Office and are back to the beginning. It’s my comfort food. Every joke is just as good as the first time. “You can’t fire me! I don’t work in this van!” Ugh. So good.
I just painted my nails Kermit green.
New car! A Jetta! All the options! I was excited to leave the office just so I could drive home. Yay!
Headsnapper Proseco is pulling ahead for a new favorite.
I’ve been cleaning up the data in an excel sheet for hours and… hours. It will be so satisfying when it’s done. I worked every day this weekend which means I’m still going for most consecutive days worked in my life—fifteen.
Basically work has consumed my life and I alternate between sobbing at the ATM from exhaustion and walking around the office with a huge smile on my face. It’s tough, but I really do love the work that we’re doing and it makes all those long weeks worth it.
A tumblr of ideals
My tumblr looks like it’s used in an unconventional way (as opposed to a traditional blog) but I don’t think it really is. If you look as all the things I post (whether it’s original or reblogged content) the truest form of me is represented. All my likes and ideals, in all their multifaceted glory.
Equity (not equality which, by the way, actually took years for my beliefs to truly make the shift)
Education (the best kind, and for everyone)
Atheistically appealing things (whether it’s fitted navy jackets, or time-lapse photos of the stars, or homes with white-washed floors)
Snuggly and/or heartbreakingly adorable animals (see also: fainting goats, cats (DUH), horses, x-kind of animal being friends with y-type of animal)
Me (because honestly it took 24 years to get to a place where I wasn’t down on myself every minute, “ugh, why didn’t you say that!” “ugh, you could have studied harder!” “ugh, actually tell them what you want instead of sitting here for three days wondering what they’ll say!” My anxiety doesn’t own me anymore. But I had to learn that growing and learning and failing and trying again is the point, instead of always seeking an end result of perfection that is, in fact, impossible.)
I don’t care about blog traffic or finding a title that will get me repinned to Pinterest (which is really why I like tumblr and don’t follow anyone on Blogger or Wordpress) because that’s not why I do this. That’s not ever why I’ve blogged (ten years running, what what!) and I don’t think I’ll ever be that person.
tumblr is the best, and I’m so lucky I found it so long ago. Ya’ll are the best ever. Thanks for being awesome, always.
What to put on your wedding registry, see also: this opportunity will never come around again so make it good, ya jerk
Ashley of umcanyounot suggested luggage and that is how I know she is Jesus. Seriously, the luggage has been a total win. I love it so much. I used to travel so much last year and it was so nice to have some professional looking pieces (the setI bought from Bass in college was shredding so…) We asked for a Samsonite set—the only thing I would double check is the size of the carryon because the one we have is juuuust barely small enough to stuff in an overhead. Jamming your suitcase in the overhead is so uncouth.
Our baby Dyson and our steam mop (it’s a Shark, too lazy to look up which one) are neck in neck for the most used practical gifts besides towels OH GOD ASK FOR NICE PLUSH TOWELS. Baby Dyson picks up everything from broken glass (thanks, Herman, you fat asshole, for knocking over every glass ever placed on a countertop) to beard trimmings from Ryan’s bathroom escapades (IF YOU THINK THAT SOUNDS GROSS YOU SHOULD NOT BE GETTING MARRIED FYI JUST SAYING). The Shark steam mop makes me whant to roll around on my dust free wood floors. It feels wonderful and makes me happy. I realize that I am posting borderline sexual attraction to cleaning supplies and for that I’m sorry.
I have no problem with our pots but I wouldn’t call them ohmygodlifechanging and therefore will not recommend any specific type BUT DEAR LORD BUY A CAST IRON SKILLET AND HUGE DUTCH OVEN. That’s all. Just those two will change your life.
I’m sure I love a lot of the things from our registry but everytime I use one of the aforementioned items I say “THANK YOU, _insert person who got us the thing here_.”
Go forth and wed!
I first got highlights when I turned 16, meant to hide the issue of my sunny blonde strand’s rapid transition to mousy brown. For the next five years my hair colors spanned the rainbow, ranging from $200 salon colors to stinking $6 box dye jobs in my dorm room sink. When I cut off most of my hair in fall of 2011, it was as penance to my poor, bone dry strands. I continued to cut it even shorter for the next year and never colored it. This is all to say that it’s finally grown (I estimate it’s at about 10 inches) and I actually love the color. Kind of auburn, kind of chocolate. Who knew?
Speaking of coworkers, one of mine is pregnant and instead of cards, everyone is picking a book and writing a note in it. Such an adorable idea. I picked a beautiful version of the Velveteen Rabbit, and I’m excited to give it to her. I say it all the time, but I really do with some of the most awesome people ever. We’re mostly in our 20-30s and are total go-getters and hilarious English majors. Pretty ideal.
Two of my good friends from college had babies last week and they are so, so, so precious. It makes me think about life and work and loving work, but loving my family, too. I guess you’ll never really know what the ‘right’ thing is to do, so I try to remove all preconceived notions about the timeline of what ‘should’ be and focus on what we want and where we find our happiness.
My dad likes to scan and send old photos
Usually they are pretty cute but sometimes they are just sad.
Today, it was the latter:
Can I just hang out with Ryan all day? Can someone pay me to do that? Can I pay me to do that?
There is a couple who is giving away a restaurant in Santa Barbara and I would totally apply but there are already some NYC hotshots who applied and I don’t know the first thing about a restaurant. Other than that it could be really fun. And hard, but mostly fun.
Ryan and I need to work together. Our strengths are totally aligned and we work so insanely well together. This is not a newlywed talking about how she would like to hang out with her husband and cuddle all day and watch Netflix (although if someone would like to pay us to do that, I am okay with that, too) but what I’m really talking about is working—really, hard work—that we can navigate together.
I’m mulling some things around (and have some options) but what say you?