tktc:
I hope I remember these kinds of things. Sitting at the kitchen table with a book and a cold glass of pink. Cafe curtains blowing the breeze in and blue sky, white tufts and green leaves out the top half of the windows.
I hope I remember nights dancing around in my kitchen to the anya marina pandora station. Eating spoonfuls of chickpeas in pesto vinegarette and gulping a cold Scrimshaw.
I just bought my ticket to the screening of Julie and Julia at LACMA on July 28th! Can you say excited?
Bon Iver and Feist @ Radio City Music Hall.
Haunting
Awesome! Love Feist and Bon Iver!!
Just what I needed tonight.
I can talk for hours about males, females, relationships, our differences, the craziness that happens when combined, but friends…I am all talk. When it comes to actually dating, I know nothing.
Or, I know things, but don’t necessarily know how to put that knowledge into action. Should be mighty interesting.
I am headed up north for a nice little 3 day weekend to a city you might have heard of. San Francisco. Yep, that city. I haven’t been since I was a kid and didn’t take much time to research/plan everything, so it will be a decide as we go type of trip. Except for a few things on my list…
*Dinner at Chez Panisse in Berkeley. Ok, fine. I got a reservation at the Cafe and am wait listed for downstairs. Either way, one thing to cross off of the 24 before twenty-four list.
*Tartine. Ever since I saw Jessi’s photo of that croque monsieur I just knew it was a must.
*Bourbon and Branch. I dig on the speak easy vibe. Don’t worry, I’ve got a res and a password.
Pretty darn excited. Photos and details when I get back from my adventure!
favorite scarf. comfy lawn chair. the word, a book, the bookjournal. hibiscus in the backyard. hibiscus and palms. izzie girl. max aka maximus prime. blue sky. orange tree. artichokes. radishes. lilacs.
tktc:
Thanks Smitten…guests in the garden will be pleased (and have clear sinuses thanks to that ugly hunk of horseradish).
slim jims? never thought of using those. i haven’t had a bloody mary in ages, but build your own bloody mary brunches were a staple for me in chicago on saturday or sunday mornings. my reasoning was the more stuff the better - stuffed olives, salami cubes, celery, celery salt, cheese, deeeeelish.
Meet Katie & Mike.
After their “numerous attempts to have a more traditional wedding ended in complete failure,” they decided “eff it!” and bought two round trip tickets - around the world. Now they’ll be visiting ten separate countries “with a tux and a dress and taking photos in front of every world wonder” (but doing the actual deed in Philly).
Their wedding website - complete with a love-in-many-languages intro page (set to a One Republic tune), comprehensive lowercase’d menu bar (“the blog” “the links” “the faq”) and interactive trip map, is better designed and programmed than most actual revenue-generating sites. Bottom line? You’d hate them if you didn’t sort of want to be them. Or marry them. Or be friends with them and get invited to their wedding. Or, at the very least, be a drunk date of one the friends invited to their wedding.
It’s really nice to see a couple doing something totally unique with their special day. After all, if two people can put up with each other during a 10 country trip like this - hell, marriage will look EASY. :)
PS. I definitely teared up a few times while poking around this site.
PPS. I also tried to RSVP.
PPPS. I’m kidding.
PPPPS. Sort of.
Oh. My. Word. This is all sorts of awesome.
Currently reading this book. Just picked up today. Oh Don Miller, how much do I love you? Please, marry me. I don’t care that you are sixteen years older than me. You are amazing.
Ah, this book is pretty close to my heart. I read it for one of my life groups and was constantly just blown away and had my eyes opened. Oh! He’s speaking at Story out in Aurora in October. I think I’m going, you should go too!
(via overflowing)
i just found out the story of this tattoo…
A case in point is Beth Loster, 24, a San Francisco writer and waitress who was a student at UC Berkeley when she met a young man who said, “Hey, we have tattoos in the same font.”The text of her tattoo - “clad in the panoply of love” - came from “Science & Health” by Mary Baker Eddy. “I like the way the written word looks on the body,” she said. “And that phrase made me feel safe.” His tattoo, also in a “typewriter” typeface, was in Latin. (She can’t recall the translation.)
The text of Loster’s next tattoo was written by that young man, who had become her boyfriend. Before leaving for South America, where he was going to study, he left a note on her refrigerator that began, “this is on account of my loving you forever.” That phrase - in the form of a tattoo - offered her comfort when he was killed in a car accident in Brazil.
wow.
the minute the fasten seat belt sign turned off i leaped across the aisle to try and get a quick photo in. just a glimpse of that skyline warms my heart.
country roads.
in the past 3 days i…have been on 4 different planes in 4 different airports, had one major flight delay, stayed in chicago for 8 hours, made it to the midwest without shedding a tear but my eyes were constantly watery the entire 7 hours i was traveling home. i met tons of cousins, tons of friends, saw 2 people i absolutely love who now have twins, played designated driver and went to 3 completely different bars in indy, one of which was an irish pub that played country music, talked ministry with a pastor from the east coast, held many hands and got an infinite amount of hugs. i listened to too much country music, drove on country roads, took a photo in front of a shed that looked like a barn, got laughed at for being a city/beach girl who asked funny questions, watched people play corn hole, went to walmart to get french onion dip and beer for the post-funeral gathering, picked up a twang and got hit on once. i wore a black dress, walked into a room that was filled with so much life, celebrated an amazing woman, laughed at all of the stories people told, realized she had the biggest heart from the day she was born until the day she passed, saw a rainbow and said goodbye. i held a friend in a bar bathroom at 3 in the morning as we both cried and then would laugh hysterically when we’d move and the paper towel dispenser with the automatic sensor would go off, was in the middle of praying for us when our late friend’s brother barged in. yes, into the women’s bathroom at the bar at 3 in the morning. i swore i was in some sort of movie. i broke down at 4:30 in the morning when i realized i was in the house she grew up in without her, when i saw her sweater in the corner and her photo on the funeral program. sat on the couch when i should’ve been getting ready to catch my flight and listened to her mother’s testimony, admired her strength and let her tell me more stories about her daughter and what her daughter would say about me. i read so many bible verses, listened to you hold me now and never let me go by hillsong united on repeat, held onto the promises, heard the comforting words and it all comes down to this…
we make it so complicated. we strive to live these lives, save the world, be prosperous, have great things, make a huge impact…not of which are bad at all. but yesterday i stood in a room filled with at least 300 people, all impacted, touched, moved by this 29 year old woman who simply loved, selflessly loved, always smiled, definted optimism, didn’t judge you and genuinely wanted to be your friend and who wanted to introduce you to more people so we could all be friends. we make it so complicated when all we really need to do is love more. she got it, she knew it and she lived it out loud.
