Wednesday, August 31, 2011

100 years.

this is one of my favorite things i've seen in a while.

 



i plan to watch it repeatedly throughout the day.
happy wednesday!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

coming back for even more of exactly the same.

i am a masochist.


a bold statement. and one brought on by the fact that today i'm wearing the shoes that less than a week ago were causing me to hobble around in pain. why? because no pair of shoes will best me. and why else? because they matched my dress the best...


but thinking about it between each fresh step of regret, i realize there is more evidence to support this claim. i do things i shouldn't all the time. things that i know i shouldn't, that will almost certainly cause pain later.

i stay up late even though i know what time i have to wake up every morning. i spend too much money. i date boys i shouldn't (and for too long.) i procrastinate to the point of ridiculousness.


but don't we all do that? and...isn't it kind of fun? that's why dessert tastes so good. that's why kissing ex-boyfriends is so fun. that's why staying up for ooooone more episode of 30 Rock is so satisfying. i think you have to soak up the happiness before the pain inevitably comes.

and i kind of think that's just part of being human. that's how we learn. and it's good to be aware of it. but...it's still going to happen. even though i know better. and even though these shoes may cause me to lose the ability to walk. i'm just going to relish it. and maybe learn from it. but...probably not.

Friday, August 26, 2011

a list not made by me.

this is so accurate it's almost scary. (except for maybe the horror movies part. because those legitimately scare the bajeezus out of me)

Friday, August 19, 2011

a letter.

future husband,


i know i seem pretty great. but here's the thing... i talk to my food. sometimes i sing to it. i won't talk to you in the morning for a good half hour. to get dressed, i'll have to take almost half my clothes out of the closet and throw them on the bed. i fall down in dramatic pain nearly every time i stub my toe. i paint my nails a lot, even though the smell will probably annoy you. i like some really terrible movies and i'll make you watch them. i'll also expect you to laugh at the appropriate times. i hate choosing the restaurant. hate it. you'll have to do it every single time. i'll sing Baby to you. all the time. i'm sort of needy and will need you to cuddle with me possibly daily. i'll pout when the kitchen is messy and get annoyed if the house is too cold.


here's the other thing, though. i won't eat the last of the dessert if i know it's something you really really like. i hate vegetables, but i'll try to learn to cook them if you like them. i'm up for anything (assuming it's not sports related). you want to see how fast we can re-watch LOST? i will sit on the couch with you for hours. you want to go on a diner tour of the state? i call shotgun. i won't steal all the blankets. i'll make a really big deal out of your birthday. i'll do the laundry if you take out the garbage. i'll alphabetize your books and cds and records. i'll bring snacks to church and i'll always always go to village inn at 2 am with you.

basically, sorry you have to deal with my crazy. but i'm betting you have your own list of quirks. because what are the chances i would have married you if you were normal?


always,
Lacy

Monday, August 15, 2011

journey to idaho's capital.

sometimes i go on road trips to boise to visit my bestie. these are pictures from one of those times.


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highlights of the trip included [but were not limited to]

  • stopping in logan to get a snocone, and getting awkwardly hit on while i was eating it.
  • being able to catch a ride with Karlie and Chesley.
  • Karlie contemplating plateaus on the drive.
  • literally running up to hailey's house while yelling her name. 
  • playing with oakley. (not pictured)
  • dinner at a sushi place where the pieces floated by on BOATS.
  • hailey making sure i got pictures for my "trip."
  • the guys blaming any possibly creepy thing they did on the fact that they were cousins. uuuuh. sure.
  • farmer's market.
  • handheld pie.
  • floating the river. (although none of us brought our camera. i don't know why i was under the impression it would be a rapids type situation. {sidebar} had it been, i may have had a stress black-out. i screamed an embarrassingly high amount on the tiny tiny waterfalls we did encounter.)
  • shopping with my girlzzzz. yeep. that just happened.
  • dinner at a trailer park themed restaurant. the macaroni and cheese was pretty killer. as were the sweet potato fries. i'm hoping if i keep talking about it, they'll send me some coupons or something. it's unfortunate i don't remember the actual name of the restaurant...
  • helping hailey in her classroom. we got to alphabetize.
  • comparing motorcycle burns.
  • catch-phrase. "garbanzo!" "i am at my top level!" "...thoracic surgeon"
  • janiece claiming the top bunk EVERY NIGHT.
  • getting a mini blizzard on the way home.

basically, i want to marry this trip. it was awesome, and i spent it with awesome people. also, i really really like boise. like, i would move there. and hailey already said i could live in their guest room. then i'll call top bunk EVERY NIGHT. take that janiece.

Friday, August 12, 2011

she'll lay it aside.

just two songs i've been rather into lately. i'm apparently in a sort of mopey, slow, possibly daniel johnston-y mood. still. it's pretty.


i was going to write other things, but nope. this is it.





Tuesday, August 9, 2011

with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied.




always and always and always.


also, birthday shout out to my very favorite twinlets.
happy first birthday sophie and lillian! i can't wait to watch you get bigger and bigger and read to you from my dinosaur pop-up book.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

texts saved on my phone. part 5.

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 I tried to think of something funny and jewish related, but I failed. Yes, it is more than kosher.
 
Dear lacy. Drive your college graduate butt down here to logan Utah and come to this flipping party.

And don’t just say I love him because he is black. Even though it’s true.

You said no. I will now burn my Hedwig costume in a state of mourning.

I make poor decisions. Text me back for more details.

I’ll take careful mental notes and describe it to you in detail. 

Oh I saw his face. You definitely still have that option.

I honestly can’t promise anything. I don’t like potentially telling hollow lies. 

Ah. I should have known that it was a “quality.” Well, I respect that.

You’re mom’s not a jehovah’s witness, right? I’d bet a million bucks she’s not…

Man you need more dependable people. Hitmen who carry their phones.

For example, most infants don’t cry merely by my presence anymore.

I survived my first ever work Christmas party. And I didn’t even get drunk and kiss any coworkers.

Why? Did you forget to wear a bra again? 

Well I gotta go herd cows, cause apparently I do that now. 

I think you can catcall them. Gender roles are changing every day.

 My jellied fruits are hard.

Thank you! I do feel a Lacy void in my life right now. I bought a lace trimmed skirt, but it isn’t the same.

Shut up lacy. Go kiss someone from salt lake.

Thursday, August 4, 2011