awkward and awesome thursday

awkward.

i was slooooowly walking through the still snowy and icy grass to get to my car [sidebar] i was moving so slowly because i'm an idiot and i'm trying to be a person who wears heels sometimes. not even real heels. wedges. wedges are like training (w)heels. anyway. so i was inching along and when i got to an extra precarious portion by the curb i braced myself on the bright blue truck that was parked there. as i rounded the truck i noticed they had left their headlights on. glancing further, i realized there was someone in truck reading. and that person was staring right at me, probably wondering why i couldn't walk and was groping their truck. and also probably wondering if i needed some kind of additional help.

being behind the girl at target who was buying fancy underpants and chocolate and other...sexy items. (i mean, it was at target so there was nothing too graphic. but there are certain words i refuse to type on my blog) i just stood there with my basket of a 12 pack of toilet paper, tampons and dry shampoo.

every episode of the bachelor ever. and the fact that i'm STILL watching it

having a podcast start playing when i'm in an elevator with other people. i was thanking my lucky stars it was freakonomics and not like sexy marriage radio or something. (yes that is a podcast. and yes it's good and i listen to it sometimes)

every time oskar is sitting on my lap and looks up at the ceiling i always look too. like maybe there's a spider or something? one day i will be validated.


awesome.

i found a big bag of sixlets at target! brian and i had been talking how weird sixlets are and how that makes them so delicious. so finding the bag was like fate! however we realized there's a reason sixlets come in such small packages. you really shouldn't eat more than that at one time....

our cat has struvite crystals. that is not the awesome part. but it does explain the whole peeing on the couch situation. so now it should stop! and wallace gets to eat fancy canned food now, so she feels pretty good about it.

getting to spend the whole four day weekend in boise, catching up with my oldest friend and cuddling her baby. we were so close to stealing him. so. close.

getting the best sleep ever in boise thanks to sleeping in a room that doesn't have a streetlight shining in through the window (maybe we should get curtains?) and the total lack of cats jumping on our faces.

 

as always this post was inspired by daybook. more here.

happy day of love and stuff!

 

last year i mentioned how valentine's day is not my favorite holiday. and while i don't think it could ever get top billing (especially with halloween and christmas as such strong contenders) i'm really doing my best to give valentine's day a second chance.

 

i mean valentine's day is all about candy right? i love candy. and cookies. i've eaten two valentine cookies already today, and i have a third waiting for me in the wings. and by wings i mean behind my computer monitor so i can't see it, and maybe will forget about it. (not super likely)

 

valentine's day (from what i gather) is also about love and stuff. and while i'm a firm believer in expressing love all the time and not just on a certain day of the year, i guess there's nothing wrong with having a special occasion to express love to people.

 

last year i wrote this letter to brian on this very blog.

 

dear brw,
i count the official beginning of our relationship as halloween, which is one of my favorite holidays. you named my cat (so perfectly), and have filled my ipod with hours and hours of musical enjoyment. i like the words you say, and the way you play guitar, and i'm excited to go on more adventures with you. Happy Not-Cheesy Valentines Day!

 

and here's his blog-letter for this year.

 

dear husband,

you make me happy all of the days. we've had a lot of adventures together so far and i can't even imagine how exciting our future is going to be. thank you for being my husband. and thank you for always kissing me right when i walk in the door. thank you for always putting in the dvds and for cleaning the litterbox. thank you for making me eggs in a basket and never getting sick of eating breakfast for dinner. every day i get to spend with you is a good one. i love you!

 

 

 

happy valentine's day everyone. i like you all a whole lot.

remember when all my post titles were song lyrics? maybe i should start doing that again.

here's a list of pictures i like. and things i feel about them.

because that's the kind of blogger i am now.

enjoy.

i feel like this. a lot.

 



i have seen some really beautiful pictures of foxes lately.

i like them a lot. and want one as a pet.

 



we went here for our honeymoon and loved it so much.

i dream of going back.

 





basically all the time.

i don't know if my brain knows how to respond in another way.

anyone i work with could back this up.

except at work i'm rarely excited till about 4:30 p.m.

or sometimes lunch time.

 

i feel like these kind of go hand in hand.
i'm kind of getting sick of my dependence on my phone. and not for like it's actual usefulness. (my shopping list app has changed my life for the better). but i don't like how often i check instagram or facebook when i'm too lazy to go find something better to do. i'm considering banning my phone on weekends and/or a few nights a week. i'll let you know how it goes down.

happy wednesday!

questions.

in life there are many unanswered questions. or questions i maybe don't want the answer to.

like...how bad is it to show up for a job interview with visible roots?

why do i keep washing the dishes right before dinner, and thereby getting stuck in an endless cycle of a never empty sink.

which one of our cats keeps peeing on the couch/how do we get them to stop? (i know it's gross, but this is real life guys)

why do i feel like if i can't get someone to read the awesome book/watch the amazing movie i just saw that i've let it (you know, the non-living object) down somehow?

should i even pretend that i'm interested in my work anymore? i'll be honest and say i haven't been doing even a passable job of that so far.

and maybe most importantly...can i even pull of these ankle boots, or are they making me look like i have cankles? i'm really afraid of cankles.

i would love some input on the cankle issue...

for more of my thoughts (most recently on winter essentials...because i consider myself an authority on such subjects) check out mine and ashley's blog simple flavors are key.