Things I am loving this fall…..

I am loving the weather. Loving everything about it being cooler and dreary outside.

Here is my list of things that I am LOVING…..

  • Purple Nail Polish. Specifically OPI Lincoln Park After Dark.

  • The show Modern Family. Have you seen this?? It’s freaking HILARIOUS. Like, seriously, funniest show I have seen in a really long time. Go watch it on Hulu. Thank me later.

  • Wearing all my sweaters! One of the girls in my office said “You always have the greatest cardigans!” THANKS!!!!!
  • Retreat time. I am going to be gone four nights in the next week. I am going to a retreat for church, and I am so freaking excited about it.

  • Then, next week I get to go to Asilomar for a retreat with work. It’s one of the biggest conferences for non-profits that do what we do, and I am really looking forward to networking and getting to hang out with my coworker friends!
  • I feel like coffee and tea taste better when it’s cold outside. I, therefore, have been drinking it constantly!

  • Oh!! Isn’t BED so much greater when it’s cold?! I have my quilt and my big ol’ comforter on my bed, so I get all bundled and cuddly every night, generally with a cat burrowed under the blankets too.

  • And finally, I watched “Away We Go” the other night, and fell in LOVE with the soundtrack. I love songs that are made better by cold weather. The Decemberists is one for sure. Alexi Murdoch is the majority of the soundtrack, and is just AMAZING:

Ok, now it’s your turn!! Audience participation time!! Click on over from your google reader, leave me a comment about what you are absolutely LOVING about Fall. Even if you don’t like fall and you’re mourning the loss of summer, it will be a good exercise it gratefulness for you!

6 Month Recap.

I realized yesterday that is has been 6 months since the break-up. Six months since I wrote this as my world completely fell apart. Well, at least I thought my world was falling apart.

Instead what I found was myself. An independent version that had been hiding for the previous 3.5 years. I have learned so much. Grown so freaking much. And I can honestly tell you that I am so so happy right where I am. I can’t believe that life has made it possible for me to live here, in this beautiful place so close to my family and friends while I work at a job I absolutely LOVE. I also want to thank you guys for sticking with me through this. Your comments and support have been immeasurably comforting.

So, let’s do a little 6-month recap. Shall we?

After the break-up:

Ode to a Perfect Weekend.

Firstly, a three day weekend never hurts.

Thursday I caught a flight down to San Diego. I never ever want to fly anything besides Virgin America!
Free television, music, movies, and games? Yay! Flight attendants who are really really nice and actually appear to enjoy their jobs? Yay! Ability to touchscreen food and beverages? Yay! But, here’s the best part, they were the CHEAPEST tickets!! I paid less than $100, round trip. Knowing there will be plenty of flying needed in the next year for wedding purposes… I am so very thankful that there is this option.

Ok, so. I was crying the week before visiting just because I desperately missed my best friend. Desperately. This is the farthest we have ever lived from one another, and I am not a fan of it. Erin and I met the first day of 7th grade. And I am not lying when I tell you that I wouldn’t be me without her. I could tell you more, but that might ruin my wedding speech… so just know that I am so extremely blessed to have her as my bestie. The kind of friendship that is so very effortless and priceless.

Thursday when I got in, we went home and relaxed over the latest episode of The Office. LOVED IT!! Obviously. Pam and Jim’s wedding = Perfection. We laughed. We cried. It was everything a sitcom should be :). (P.S. Watching it right now, also gave me chills and made me tear up)

Obviously, because Erin is my best friend, I was awakened Friday morning to this BLASTING from the living room…. I mean, how could a day that begins with hysterical laughter not be perfection?? (Bonus Fact: This is kind of one of Erin and my songs. When we were in Europe in 2000 the Bon Jovi song was on CONSTANTLY. We couldn’t get away from it, and we didn’t want to because we really really loved it)

Friday morning we went to a bridal salon to try on expensive dresses… which was probably a mistake because we definitely found THE dress there. Erin cried when she had it on. I cried when she walked out. It has to be it. So we’re now combing through used wedding dress sites to get this dress. Saturday we went to David’s Bridal and found a budget replacement for the dress we fell in love… but it just isn’t the same. It’ll do, but that’s not what we’re going for.

Friday night, I got to hang out with Erin and her fiance Chris. I don’t know if I have told you about him. When you have a best friend like I do, you assume that no one she ever loves will be good enough for her. Chris is. He’s so great, I honestly could not have picked a better man for my bestie to marry. Absolutely love him to a million pieces. (Even though when you ask for a “scoop” of ice cream he gives you a “scoop” with a teaspoon… which is really hilarious because he was genuinely trying to give us a “scoop” he just picked WAY to small of a scooper) (Oh, he also FLUNG a gargantuan ball of ice cream across the room when trying to rectify the small scoop blunder, I haven’t cried while laughing in SO long, thanks Chris).

Saturday was all about David’s Bridal and hanging out with Ms. Audrey. For all intents and purposes, even though there isn’t a “maid of honor” Audrey and I are jointly running the team and I couldn’t have a better co-pilot for bridal showering and bachelorette party planning. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she’s wicked smart and so very wonderful. We’re both doing the single thing at the moment, but talked about how we have NO IDEA what our situations will be like come Erin’s wedding. We could have amazing dates. But the thing is, now, I am not sure I am going to think anyone Audrey dates is going to be good enough for her! She is just so above the league of 99% of men out there. I cannot wait for her to meet someone who is worth it… because he’s going to be rad. (I love you Audrey!!)

P.S. Here’s Audrey demonstrating how to do a proper squat. (Knees do NOT pass your toes. Back straight, shoulder’s up.)
Okay, well, I am only up to Saturday. So the rest of the weekend will have to come tomorrow. Hope everyone’s weekend was GLORIOUS!

Oh, P.S. A note for Gramsy and for any other book readers. Grams recommended this book a really long time ago, and I never got around to reading it. Well, you were right Grams. It is one of the best books I have read in a really long time!!! “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”.

Since I last Posted…

I can’t even begin to go over all the things I have done since I last posted. We will say that Khail came up and we went sky diving. It was insane. At it feels like it was a really long time ago… but it wasn’t.

This is where we jumped: on to the beach in Santa Cruz.
I expected to scream the whole time.. but when you first jump and you’re free falling– no sound comes out. And you can’t hear anything because the wind is so loud. It is basically like being completely deaf. Completely surreal.

Since then I have been really sick. And the internet has been down at work… which has meant that I have over +1000 blogs to read and I haven’t posted anything in FOR.EV.ER.

When I was in school, I always got really sick RIGHT after finals. You know, when life calms down and my body stopped being SO tense ALL the time, my immune system would go on vacation and I would get gnarly sick for a while.

Well, lets go over the events in the past 6 months shall we?

Six months ago would be March 9, 2009.

  • I was in the DEPTHS of writing my masters thesis.
  • I had taken a month off of work, to finish my thesis, and by the end of the month I was laid off.
  • Ryan and I broke up.
  • I presented my Masters Thesis
  • I finished my thesis
  • I searched jobs
  • I got a job, and within two weeks had found and apartment and moved in.
  • I started over. New town, new friends.

No wonder I’ve been sick. Seriously.


This past weekend I went to Olivia’s for what will be our annual SOUL WEEKEND. Not soul like the music, soul like we only did things that were good for our souls.

So, here is my list submitted to you for things that are essential to a soul weekend. (This list has been written down for purposes of repetition in coming years.)

  • Take BART to get to where you’re going. Relish in the knowledge that you’re reading a glorious book while everyone else is sitting in traffic.
  • Walk everywhere.
  • Eat Indian food (We ate at House of Curries. Home of amazing food, and free cups of Chai.)

  • Make a list of must-haves in a future husband/life partner.
  • Find out more about yourself. We took the Meyers-Briggs test where I learned I am a quintessential ENFJ. So is Olivia. It’s probably why we’re such good friends.
  • Have a dance party. Preferably reenacting scenes to your favorite high school musical.

  • Make identical jokes at the same time as your friend. It makes you feel ridiculously funny.
  • Fake laugh. It makes you real laugh.
  • Sleep in. Duh.
  • Paint Ceramics.
  • Watch uplifting movies.
  • Read Stephanie Meyer’s “The Host”
  • Go to a cafe that serves both wine and coffee.
  • Read, while drinking Cabernet, and eating toasted foccacia.
  • Bumble.
  • Go to an art festival. (We went to Sausalito)

  • Take the long, meandering way home. And when you pass by a wine bar that is quaint and perfectly beautiful. Stop for a glass of wine and do a photoshoot cause the light is just perfect for it. (We stopped at Le Garage. Where all the waiters speak french and I loved them.)


Such a great weekend. Seriously. I really don’t think I could have had a better one.

Saturday morning, I picked up my friend Terra and we went to a Food Festival in San Francisco. It was horrendously horrible. Super crowded. You waited 45 minutes in line to get food, and then they would run out before you got up to the front. I was STARVING and a FOOD FESTIVAL, not good. But it was still a great day, because we did not let that ruin our day. I had a friend who had seen my fb status that I was going to the food festival, so after we left, we walked the streets of the Mission taking picture, we grabbed lunch. ate it in the park, and then we met up with Tommy and a bunch of his friends in Dolores Park.

I have a billion pictures that I will post tomorrow, but here are some via google of what Dolores Park looks like. It was such a nice day, and the lawns were covered with people.
That is actually very close to wear we were sitting. We even walked to the liquor store for champagne and 10 of us sat around and just laughed and laughed.
After we came back from the city, I dropped Terra off and headed straight over to my dear Olivia’s to hang out. We drank wine, ate cheesecake, and had a movie marathon.

I am seriously so grateful to live so close to Olivia. She is amazing. And we spent Sunday morning in our pajamas, eating sourdough toast, drinking coffee, and watching Sense and Sensibility while repeatedly proclaiming our LOVE for Jane Austen.


And now for some very exciting news that I have been NOT able to tell you!

My BFF is getting MARRIED.

Erin text messaged me Monday after arriving back from her European vacation saying “Check your email, and call me”.

The email subject was “Look what I brought back from Europe” followed by this picture.

Yes, my BFF could be a hand model.
Right after the proposal, Erin all teary.
I have basically cried every time I talk to her about it. I am so excited for her, so happy for her. I didn’t even know it was possible to be SO happy for another human being. She is my bestest friend in the whole world, and deserves the greatest love and marriage imaginable– and she found it. I never really liked any boy Erin dated, always thinking she was so totally in a higher league than they were. I am very protective of her; she is, after all the reason I am me. But, all of that changed when she started dating Chris. I love him. He is such a great man, she really could not have found someone who is more of her match. I love that he has a great family, and Erin (who is an only child) gets to be part of his family. He has two younger siblings and great parents– and Erin gets to be a sister. She has always been mine, and now she gets more.

Erin told me I couldn’t say ANYTHING for 24 hours. And I, of course, didn’t. There was no way I was going to ruin her moment of telling everyone. I am proud to say I didn’t post anything about it for a whole week. That’s the DEFINITION of restaint. :)

I cried hearing about the beautiful proposal, and I cried when I called her mom to gush about how “our girl was getting married”, and her mom told me about Chris asking for their blessing. Love. I love it. Here are some pictures from the propsal. He proposed in Bruges Belgium, on a little bridge. He designed the ring himself, and completely surprised Erin.

Erin is starting her third and final year of law school today. I can’t even believe it. I am so proud of her. And can’t wait to start the wedding planning with her. It’s going to be SO much fun. And I will cry the WHOLE wedding I am sure.

I talked to Erin friday, and she said she was cleaning her ring. I laughed that she was ALREADY cleaning her ring, but then I saw this picture and laughed. Maybe she wouldn’t have to clean it so much if she stopped dropping into glasses of champagne. :)

I have also told Erin of my plan to get a blinged out chain with the initals BFOTB (Best Friend of the Bride) on it. I will wear it everywhere and use it as my excuse for everything. If I get pulled over for speeding, for example, I will simply chuckle and point to the bling. Obviously I was speeding because I am the BFOTB. And being the BFOTB means that I get off with a mere warning. Right? - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more

Art washes from the soul…

… the dust of everyday life. Pablo Picasso


Last night, I spent most of my evening putting together my drawing desk.

I am taking an art class at the community college that starts Thursday. I am so excited for it. I took a drawing class in undergrad and LOVED it, but grad school kind of sucked all of my creativity (not to mention free time). Here is a picture of Tom. I drew him in college and Olivia bought him and framed him and he hangs in a place of honor in her living room.

I haven’t drawn in so long, so I spent a few minute playing around with my charcoal last night. And it was SOOO much fun. I freaking love charcoal. I talked with Spencer on Skype and listened to music and drew this in about 10 minutes.

It’s not perfect. But that’s not the point, or why I draw. It just FELT good to create. It felt good to get my fingers covered in charcoal dust as I blended the shadow, countours, and lines into something that looks like a vase. I am rusty, and I am sure the quality of my drawing will improve with practice— I just want to keep that happy feeling I get while I’m doing it.

Now, the question is; What are YOU doing to be creative? What makes your heart happy?

Meteor Shower Love.

“Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow,
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.”

Robert Herrick

Last night I went with friends to check out the meteor shower.

We drove east; past the city lights.

We crawled under barbed wire fences.

We laid on a blanket and giggled and talked.

We drank wine out of coffee mugs, and toasted to wishes made with friends.

We saw dozens of meteors light up the sky.

We decided that even little meteors that no one else saw counted.

I got 4 hours of sleep last night. 100% worth it.

We’ll Always have Paris…

Today, my bestie is heading to Europe with her BF for a little vacation. She has been over there a lot in the past few years, and when she does I am always reminded of our trip to Europe.

When we were 15, Erin’s mom took us to Europe for three weeks. (Brave, brave woman for taking two 15-year olds by herself) It was the first time I had been anywhere. And I can tell you honestly, it changed my life. I don’t think it’s possible to travel at that age and not be altered. We went to several countries, but the place that really changed me was Paris. Oh Paris. Every single thing you’ve heard about it is true. It’s the most beautiful, romantic, glorious place I have ever been.

Paris also happened to be the only day Erin and I were left to do whatever we wanted all day. It is my favorite day I have ever had, and I thought I would share the some of it with you.

I remember that we climbed up the Arc de Triomphe, and we navigated the metro. We were free to meander down the cobble stone streets and act like we weren’t tourists. And that was the best part.
For lunch that day, we had been parusing the Champs de Elysees, and stopped for a baguette and pastries from street vendors. And we walked down a street and by happenstance found ourselves in this amazing little garden of trees. It was completely shaded, dark and cool. With lots of little picnic benches strewn about.

We ate lunch under the trees in the shade. And I remember feeling really grown up, like I was getting a glimpse of what it was going to be like when we were older and got to become “grown up” best friends. I don’t remember what we talked about. Probably boys. We probably laughed a little to much, and a little to loudly. After lunch we walked into what we now know to be the main part of the Luxembourg Garden.

Coming from the shade into the garden was like when Dorothy went from black and white Kansas to technicolor Oz.

Parisian’s go to the garden to relax, pay pills, and read.
In the center of the garden there is a huge fountain with little toy sail boats you can push with sticks. You push it, and it floats around until it ultimately crashes into a wall. Our boat was yellow and was number 17. We kept trying to push the boat in the general direction of cute boys, so we’d have an excuse to run over to them, you know, to get the boat.
After lunch we went to the Louvre and wandered the galleries for hours. We went a lot of places that were really amazing that day, but it is the garden that Erin and I remember the most.

Erin has been back several times to Paris, but has never been back to the garden. She says that she always wants to remember the garden the way it was that day– and the way it remains in our memories. And I know that I would never ever want to go back either. It would assuredly lose some of its magic.

Have a wonderful trip Erin. I love you so much and I am so very very lucky to have you as my best friend. I can’t imagine sharing these kind of memories with anyone else.


Ah yes, the Notre Dame Cathedral. The first time I ever heard Erin curse.

Pictures from Comic Con.. a.k.a. The Classiest Night of our Lives.

Here are some pictures that Melissa took of Comic Con… there is nothing really Comic Con related in the photos….. it was more of just an excuse to take pictures of each other. Luckily these pictures made it through the weekend. Melissa left her camera in the cab on the way back from the bars… and I am convinced it is because she was classy enough to throw up out the window and not in the cab that prompted the cabbie to track her down the following week to return all of her belongings.