euro
Oh hello, hi, sorry, I didn’t hear you over the noise of my moto. My son loves to swim in the Riviera whilst I collect fresh baguettes for dinner and re-tie my Hermes headscarf ahahahahaha c’est la vie!
Archive for 'Deep Thoughts'
Sidecar
I, like MLKJR, have a dream (too soon?)
And that dream is to ride in a sidecar. Preferably dolled up all Amelia Earheart** style with goggles and a red scarf (or am I thinking the Red Baron?)
And I’ll tour the countryside with my lovah and see the sights and not ever freak out about taking corners too fast thinking the whole cockney contraption might in fact tip completely over killing us both.
Who’s with me? Or better yet, who has a motorcycle they want to add a sidecar to?
**P.s. do you think Amelia was pissed that her name was not spelled ‘air-heart’?’ Something to chew on over the weekend.
if Dolly says it…
…it must be true, right? Well I’m gonna choose to believe it anyway because I love this. (Methinks this line of reasoning falls right in line with my fondness for being told what I wanna hear whether or not the person means it. Woops!)
busy
Ever read something that is as immediately familiar as when you accidentally turn on your iphone camera and it’s facing you? (Minus the double chin and/or horror at what your ‘resting face’ looks like)
This is that for me. From the New York Times’ much-hub-bubbed piece, The Busy Trap.
Such a great piece. And if you’re a writer, chances are you relate to this quote.
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“I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. Like most writers, I feel like a reprobate who does not deserve to live on any day that I do not write, but I also feel that four or five hours is enough to earn my stay on the planet for one more day.”
Swamplandia!
I’m in a book club. And I’m 60% in it for the wine and 40% for the reading. Ok, 50/50. But this is from our recent pick and while the book left a lot (a LOT) to be desired, I love this quote. And it’s true: nobody bosses love. Except maybe Tony Danza.
Bye!
life.
One of my favorite authors of all time has a great quote about hard times: you can’t drink grapes. And no, I don’t only love this because it’s a wine reference and when I picture it I imagine whatever Spanish grapes they use to make Cava. I love this because it’s a great way to think about those seasons when life is just…well…woof. To remember, in those really rough moments, that before we get that sparkly, delicious glass of wine, the grapes must be crushed, squeezed, pushed to their limit. And then what comes from that process is something beautiful. Something I would like to put in a chilled flask and call, Bubbly Buddy and sell in Sky Malls everywhere and make millions.
I digress.
Just remember as good ‘ol Oswald Chambers says: “The wine of life is made out of crushed grapes.”
So cheers.
Everything Amazing
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Life is hard. Sometimes it just comes and knocks the Dorito taco right out of your hand. But I’ve learned from experience that even though it probably doesn’t feel like it right now, or tomorrow, or when you’re crying through the entire Lady Antebellum We Own the Night album (no? just me?), with time, prayer, and work it won’t be okay–it will be beautiful. And the coolest part is that the very thing that you think will be the end of you, the thing that knocked the wind out of your chest, will be the exact thing that God uses to take your breath away. Now that’s amazing.
magic pants
I’m really sorry but it’s true. Even though none of them will sign on to passing around a pair of magic pants between us thus proving our best friendship and the power of sisterhood to a disbelieving world, I have some pretty incredible friends. In Chicago and Omaha and Dwight and Kansas City and Plymouth and Nashville and Africa. And they really are the best. So take a second today and cherish your friends. And then slip a pair of jeans that is everyone’s median size into their purse. I’m just saying, if it worked for Blake Lively and Amanda Seyfried it would work for us. Think about it. Also, I love you.
Real Talk :: Wonderment
My best friend Briana asks more questions than anyone I know. Most often they drive me bananas because they are things I thought I knew the answers to, but when asked, I realize I maybe don’t actually know what’s spanish for ‘purple;’ or how Road Rules works. Hence, a lot of , “Ummm duh, Bri, it’s…ummm…” followed by a lot of grumbled googling. BUT I remember hearing once that one of the greatest signs of intelligence is asking questions. And I’d venture, one of the greatest signs of humility–being able to ask about something you don’t know without a hint of pride or ego. And so, this poster is for Bri. Because she showed me ahead of time what it will be like to live with a toddler. Because she taught me to ask questions fearlessly. Because not all those who wonder are lost. In fact, they’re probably closer to being found than the rest of us.
dreaming of jean jackets
I had a few noteworthy dreams last week (and by noteworthy i mean blogworthy and by blogworthy i mean one step above a photo of what i had for breakfast.)
1. Lost + failing school + unrequited love
Yes, after watching Lost this winter from the beginning through to the very last season, I finally had a Lost dream. Except it combined all of the worst dreams ever. In it, Sawyer was not only my high school teacher, but he was my one true love (gasp!) and not only was he unsure if he loved me back, he also told me I had been enrolled in his chemistry class all semester without knowing and the final was tomorrow and if I didn’t take it, I wouldn’t graduate.
2. I found my jean jacket!
I’m not a hoarder. A friend may have recently found a Corn Chex underneath a decorative pillow on my bed, but i can explain–I had a midnight snack. But ANYWAY, I have this kind of fear that just when I get rid of an item from my closet, it will come back in style. And now that jean jackets are arguably “back,” my dream-self reminded me about my perfect Gap jean jacket circa 2001 and, naturally, I dreamt that I found it.
Deep stuff you guys. At least I didn’t lose my teeth or my prom dress. But seriously why is the “I’ve been enrolled in a class unknowingly all semester and now it’s the final and I cannot drop it because it’s too late” dream so universal?
I want answers,
LR
