Tuesday, January 26, 2010

my grandma clipped a column about maturity out of the newspaper and mailed it to me along with a poem she found about growing up and being an adult and not forgetting things like "love" and "closeness".

i read a blogpost by a man describing his wife's home birth and cried at the dinner table thinking about babies and marriage and how big a love for someone else can be.

my body does funny things sometimes.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

laying up in bed, called out sick from work. climbing the stairs became a trial this afternoon, so i figured that standing on my feet for 6 hours was pretty much out of the question.

i am contorted under the covers in just the right position to take the edge off the pain, enough so that i can see clearly enough to read the wonderful blogs i'm finding in the "daily reads" section of Cup of Jo.

www.youaremyfave.com is slowly becoming (coincidentally) my favorite. if you're a link-a-holic like me, you'll love it too. i click links like alice tumbling down the rabbit hole always looking for more inspirational interior design/fashion/food/photo blogs to add to my reader.

in other news, i just satisfied my craving of really buttery toast with jam and am now sipping on hot chocolate that, in true childlike fashion, is more whipped-cream than cocoa. through the dizzy painkiller haze i cannot help but feel full of love and happiness.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

facebook tells me that a girl i went to high school with, same year and age as i, is now engaged.

2 of my female coworkers are engaged, both college students, same or close in age to me.

why is everyone getting married?? or maybe the question should be...why am i still childishly content with dates to get frozen yogurt and movies on netflix?

i can't even keep my pantry stocked, what on earth would make me think i am ready for marriage at such a young age? i'm just about a baby myself, don't be fooled by my puffed out chest and rent checks - i've only just taken the training wheels out and when no one looks, i'm pretty wobbly. how are these other girls so ... certain?

it doesn't make any sense!