My little Macy, the family dog – perhaps the last dog my parents will have. The little sweetums is the favorite child, always getting treats and pets, however the poor girl does not get regular walks. I will point out that there is a dog run in the backyard in which she can go pretty far and run up and down a hill, so she’s definitely getting outside. She also loves to chase the bunnies in the backyard- who are too smart and stay just far enough out of reach of the dog run. I like to take walks, particularly after dinner – I think it aids the digestion – I am also obsessed (OBSESSED) with getting my fitbit steps in each day. I started taking the dog with me on my jaunts, figuring the old girl would love it – and I was right. I get followed around the house like the best thing that’s ever happened to the little girl, and I call her my white shadow. Well wouldn’t you know, I took her for a walk on a lovely Saturday morning (she waits for me to come down in my sneakers, and then we must go immediately) and later that evening I noticed the poor beast limping pitifully around the house. Yes, my walking broke the dog down to injury. My long walks have caused her pain, so for now I must be mean and leave her behind and the poor thing howls at me. I feel horrible, but I don’t want to keep injuring her.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I leave for Belgium in about a week. The only things I know I am doing there is staying in hotels- I haven’t planned a single site to see, a museum to visit, a place to eat. Definitely way under prepared to go.
I do not like Facebook as means of communication –it’s too impersonal for me. I deleted my full account over a year ago and set up one that I do very little with, and it works for me. Why even have an account? I’ve had to coordinate rides for races and things like that with people I only know through my gym – that’s what made me get a new account.
Currently loving on Luke Bryan – I could listen to that man every day all day long. He’s also fairly easy on the eyes.
My most popular post ever is “ I hate boats”… perhaps the title draw people in? I’ve never had a post read over 100 times before this one.
Almost daily at work, I leave a cup outside the bathroom, get all the way back to my desk and have to go back for my drink. I don’t think I’ll ever remember that I got a refill on my water or tea ever.
Monday, August 18, 2014
So, I found out that Tina Fey and Jason Bateman are going to be a movie together which is based off the book, This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper. The movie trailer looks so funny, and the cast list is amazing - Connie Britton, Adam Driver, Jane Fonda and more (honestly, like could I go to dinner with you all?). I am a firm believer in book before movie, because I’ll never read a book if I know what’s going to happen. A quick synopsis is the patriarch of a family passes away and a provision of the will is that the whole family sit Shiva for one week in the family house. Adult children are put in childhood bedrooms (some not their own) and the whole family gets a lot of togetherness. I loved the all family dysfunction (all our families are dysfunctional ), but deep down you could see how much the adult children truly still cared about one another. There are some definite oh my god, did that just happen? I would highly recommend reading this one before you see the movie, because I know everyone will see this movie.
(photo found on Refinery29, originally from EW)
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Wow… When I started doing some writing back in the summer of 2011, I thought yep let’s see how long you keep this up. I think I’ve gone back and forth a lot of, lots of posts, and a slight disappearing act. However, I am happy that I still manage to write fairly regularly because I do this primarily because I like to think of it as a way to stretch myself in a more creative aspect. For those of you who are fairly new, I am an analytical type at work, so I really love the opportunity to stretch myself outside my comfort zone out here in the blog world.
This little blog is special to me – because I get to share little things here and there, try out my voice. I am such a reader by nature, writing felt like a nice extension of that little piece of me.
I hope in the coming year to be able to share more with all of you, particularly now that I’ve ventured to a new (old) city. I am still very much getting my feet wet around here, and figuring out my world – so hopefully that leads to some interesting adventures and insights. Or maybe some hilarity – that to me would be a win for all.
As always, thank you to those who come by from time to time. I appreciate your support on this endeavor.
(photo via esty shop: Lucy Snow Photography)
Friday, August 8, 2014
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To dream or not to dream that is the question. I am always one to have really vivid dreams, like you aren’t sure if they are real or not, except there’s a few things that don’t add up. For example, I once had a dream where two girls from high school were baking cookies for some of my college friends in an amazing kitchen – what didn’t add up is how the high school people and the college people knew each other – sure, I was common link but why would someone make cookies for strangers?
The other night I was tired, like bone tired (usually how this weird things happen)- so I was overly excited to hop in to bed and get some rest. I still like a rock – I don’t wake up for much usually, which I blame on my years of living city life. I could sleep through a rave if I needed to. Somewhere in the dream sequence, I ended up on a train with Stephanie from the Niene Dialogues and her entire family, who I kept referring to as the modern day Von Trapps from the Sound of Music (Stephanie, if you read this, please know I was nothing but respectful in my dream, I was just really happy to meet you all). The family was as welcoming and lovely as I imagine, and willing to take pictures with me. I honestly felt like I made new friends in my dream. Upon returning to my seat, which then took on an airplane feel (hey, you know anything can happen in your mind) another blogger was there, asking if the people a few rows back was indeed Stephanie. It was Sarah from Venus Trapped in Mars – who was equally as excited to meet Stephanie. I, of course, played with my good manners and made introductions – because well I was old friends with everyone at that point. Sarah seemed equally as fun as she comes across in her blog, the girl who’s up for anything, and ready to have fun. This is about where I remember waking up…
So if I had to guess what happened next, Sarah, Stephanie (and family) and I probably got off the train and had lunch. I am sure we all became besties for life, or something to that manner.
I swear I am not creepy, but maybe it’s time not to catch up on blogs before bed. Anyway, I am glad that people were really nice in my dreams, as I imagine they are in their everyday lives. Who knows, maybe I’ll make some other friends the next time I have a dream?