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dear universe,it would be really great if you could guide me in my quest for the perfect, plain black flats. i have been on the hunt for more than two years [two years! my feet, they are weary.] this whole seeing a pair [or pairs] online, buying them, trying them, hating them, sending them back process has gotten old. free shipping is great; repeated trips to the post office are not. sending some guidance, suggestions, direction would be most appreciated. by perfect, i mean comfortable and relatively inexpensive [so close michael kors and kenneth cole...twice.] by plain, i mean no adornments whatsoever [good effort, just about every pair i've seen recently.]by black, i mean leather, matte not patent. by flats, i mean little to no heel [nice try, born.]and by universe, i mean anyone reading this post.
happy new year from my lego doppleganger. a fairly spot-on likeness, given the massive cup of coffee at her disposal. [thanks to my niece for including lego me in her recent building adventures.] also, going with today's theme, found this in my morning reading.
pretty fantastic.
today is a ruffled-tank-under-a-ruffled-cardigan kind of day.
[special thanks to my big fat thumb for making its way into the picture.]
as much as i loved frank bruni's restaurant reviews in the times, i'm really enjoying sam sifton's poetic writing style:
A pitcher of sangria slakes thirsts developed on the walk down Mulberry Street in the dank humidity of an early summer evening.
[full review here]
if that doesn't make you want to frequent that restaurant then i think you should have your taste buds checked.
a short dialogue regarding the sad death of golden gal rue mcclanahan
me: betty white must be so sad!my sister: betty white must be nervous.
end dialogue
this is a post about nothing except the fact that my family and i had a conversation about libraries on sunday [hooray for olivia's first library card! watching and listening to kids as they learn to read is magical.] in which it was revealed that my sister does not like them; they are, as she so hilariously put it, "like nursing homes for books."quite awesome, really, when you think about it.also: today's shoes are an old favorite. and wow, am i pale.summer cannot arrive soon enough. 
io has just told the group of mortals that she knows the way to hades/medusa.bethany: so, there's just a path to hades?me: i bet it's paved with good intentions.the end
the first sentence from r. ebert's review of the twilight saga: new moon [a one star review]:The characters in this movie should be arrested for loitering with intent to moan.this man is brilliant.
love this quote from a.o. scott in today's times online:"The best new movies carry intimations of permanence along with their novelty and very quickly start to seem as if they had been around all along."
i'm not a huge fan of wearing bangle bracelets -- the constant clanging makes me feel a bit like a gypsy or part of a one-person marching band. i like them more in theory: if life were an ad in a fashion magazine [static and unmoving] i'd wear them daily.
i made an exception this morning when i realized that my coral/off-white bracelet was a near-identical match to my new coral shoes.
happiness is...accessories that accidentally match.
[this blog post is dedicated to my sister, who complains that i never post anything anymore. to which i have to say: MANILOW. it's coming. be prepared. i have pictures.]
dear driver,i mean, really? you thought this was an acceptable parking job?
fool.
took a quick inventory this morning of my desk area. here are some highlights of what i have cluttering up my work space:- giant box of oreos, newly acquired [this morning, in fact] from my co-worker suzanne
- nectarine that i failed to eat yesterday, growing a bit mushy
- peanut butter & raspberry jelly sandwich, also from yesterday
- bag of almonds & pecans
- mary poppins umbrella
- two vhs tapes, contents unknown
- wind-up dancing bee
- a lot of pens
- two stacks of post-it notes
- two packets of starbucks instant coffee
- a lot of paper
- the stanley thermos
- my to-do list
- pile of my own business cards
- files upon files upon files
- two back issues of vogue [one from 2005, one from 2006]
this is really only the tip of an ever expanding iceberg. i wish i could describe my 'wall of fame' that looms large over my desk...essentially 5 years [since we moved to the new office] of pictures, drawings, articles, quotes, notes, etc. that have found their way to my cork strips, magnetic desk and memo board. it's kind of amazing, actually.
remember that plan to post while on vacation? yeah. that never happened. too much sun, sand, ocean, fries, lobster, smiling children, books and whatnot to be had. there will be stories at some point. although, i'm beginning to sound like the girl who cried blog posts... anyway. what i can tell you about is this yellow sweater:
i have purchased this sweater three times. three times. i have wanted a yellow cardigan for quite some time, and i watched it diligently, circling the sale rack at old navy, waiting for it to go down to an acceptable [for me] price. it finally did, and i bought it immediately. a few weeks after that, i was in a different old navy, and i saw the same sweater for about three dollars cheaper. i wasn't sure it was worth purchasing this sweater and returning the first one [or hassling over a price adjustment] but i picked up sweater number two anyway, and eventually returned sweater number one.
whilst on vacation in lovely maine, we frequented the kittery outlets [similar to the outlets in waterloo.] i went into old navy on the off chance that they might have something interesting [aside from this/these sweater/s my interest in old navy is waning.] what did they have? this sweater - for three dollars. i bought it, and promptly returned sweater number two upon our return to rochester. so. there you have it. the story of the three dollar cardigan.
i'm almost thirty...i see a lot of cardigans in my future as it is. i may as well spend as little as possible on them.
on vacation! finally. of course, i haven't posted anything in over a month, so that was also a vacation [from here, anyway] of sorts. a couple of stories that i need to tell from the past few weeks, which i'll get to later today or tomorrow, but wanted to put up a picture that adequately sums up my vacation plans:
eat fries. lots and lots of fries.
rainy today, so no beach, but plenty of other fun and exciting happenings to keep us occupied and out of trouble.
also, just wanted to say a huge and excited CONGRATULATIONS to katie & ben on their recent engagement. love, love, love. their world is brimming with it. in a year full of maddening, devastating and often confusing events, this news brings some much needed joy. xoxo
i don't know why i find this so hilarious.it makes me laugh every time.
sometimes i forget that i have a blog. it's strange.saturday was free cone day at friendly's. i have never, nor will i ever, passed up free ice cream. or non-free ice cream. ice cream and i go way back. there used to be an ice cream shop [ye olde ice cream shoppe? no -- it was called the emporium.] a few blocks from my house and, when i was a kid, my mom and i used to walk there during the summer for ice cream cones. the emporium was wonderful for three reasons: the giant, perry's ice cream sign [you know the one -- in the shape of a giant ice cream cone] that signaled its presence; the red, padded stools at the counter; the ice cream. i'm a perry's kid, through and through. yes, i will eat just about any brand of ice cream [and obviously i have a strong connection to abbotts, being from rochester] but i think perry's is my favorite of the store-boughts. my mom and i would always order strawberry in a cone -- there was never any contemplation necessary. i don't remember when the emporium closed, but to this day its absence makes me sad.anyway. free cone day.butter crunch [exclusive to friendly's! actually, that might not be true. but whatever.] is one of my all-time favorite flavors, and generally what i order when i go to friendly's, so it was a natural choice for free cone day.here's the cone:
and here is my happiness after finishing said cone:
bliss!also: i would be remiss if i didn't tell you that i went to friendly's on sunday, too, with my mom and my sister. we split one strawberry cone and one butter crunch cone. best of both worlds. [um, ok. i also had ice cream from cold stone creamery with joni & melissa on friday. thankfully the above picture hides my cone-created chins.]
y'all, i have been wanting a thermos for a long time now. i love my travel mug, but some days [most days...] it doesn't hold quite enough coffee to get me through the day [or morning.] i could, conceivably, make coffee at work, but i drink decaf [or at least a split of decaf and regular] and i'm pretty sure my co-workers would notice [...and riot.] for about two months i'd been using a sleek, stainless-steel coffee thermos from home, but it held just barely more than my regular coffee mug [confession: i would take both the thermos AND my travel mug to work. like a bag lady, with mugs.]
all that has changed.my lovely sister kept promising me that she had an old thermos in the basement [i'm really hoping said thermos did not come with the house. although, really, who am i kidding: i'd use it anyway.] for weeks upon weeks she taunted me with dreams of the stanley thermos, in its green, steel-sided glory...complete with handle. 
greeting me this morning as i left for work [in addition to the adorableness that is my neice and nephew, having breakfast in their pajamas] was none other than the thermos. filled with coffee. so shiny. so beautiful. i felt prepared to conquer the world...or at least remain upright at my desk for more than two consecutive hours.thank you, foo foo. you've made my friday bearable.xoxox
it's nice of mrs. freshley to offer up a snack with only 100 calories.those of us who still eat food appropriate for third-graders are most appreciative.
i do, however, think she has an awful lot of faith in the consumer, seeing as how it's 100 calories, per roll, but two rolls come packaged together.
she is sneaky, that mrs. freshley.sneaky indeed.[yes. i ate them both.]
oh, lordy.so. i don't particularly care for birds. they tend to make me a little nervous. and uncomfortable. thankfully, i don't live in an area overpopulated by birds [i.e. near the beach.] although, maybe i'd be used to them a bit more of they were around more [note: i do not actually believe this, nor do i wish to test this theory.]this morning, a bird [pigeon, i would guess] flew into my office window. twice. he has since decided to camp out on the ledge of said window. he's just chilling out. hanging around. WATCHING ME. blinking.
birds blink a lot.i. am. not. pleased.in fact, i'm feeling a wee bit queasy.i'm a little worried that he's injured [although, i did look at him through the window and found no visible sign of blood, etc.] which will result in about 247853 of his bird friends coming to his bird aid to help him out. unless he's a loner. which sort of makes me sad. although, i'd prefer it to having an army of birds camped out on the ledge, nursing him back to health.if ever there was a moment where i've felt my life has become a hitchcock movie, this would certainly be it.UPDATE:he just flew away. i think he sensed that he wasn't wanted. either that, or he's pissed because i won the staring contest.
