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A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: ‘Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.’
James Thurber

My parents hid this in a cabinet while in town Friday and called me yesterday morning to tell me where to find it.  And I don’t know…I just think that’s the cutest thing ever.


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Monday came far too quickly this week and it’s not because I had a particularly busy or even eventful weekend.  In fact, this was the second straight weekend since returning from California where I’ve refused to schedule anything other than sleep. I slept until noon on both Saturday and Sunday – something I haven’t done for quite some time – without really even trying.  I’ve had a cold and tell myself the sleep was needed but why, then, is it 6:30 on Monday morning and I feel like I haven’t slept in a week?

I have a severe case of the winter blahs which probably sounds far more dramatic than intended but is still very real. I’m not going to jump off the Hennepin bridge but I can’t find motivation for anything other than work so I’ve thrown myself into that head first.  In my personal life I’ve only really been doing the things I can’t put off any longer, which is sad because I am excited about a lot of things.  Nate helped me ward off my usual winter grumpiness and I was pretty chipper straight through the holidays but once that was over,  early January was a bit rough.  I managed to escape for a good week and a half to The Warm but now I’m just burnt out. I love Minnesota so it has less to do with being unhappy where I am and more do to with the legitimately real lack of Vitamin D in my life.  The first thing I did after plopping into my office chair this morning – after I laid my head on my desk and internally screamed, “Whhhhhy?!” was take a 3 and a half minute breather to watch this video of I Hate Everyone, a song by Get Set Go.  My best friend Lia brought it to my attention several years ago:


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staycation. – noun.[stay – key – shun] a period of suspension of work, study or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, recess or holiday, within radius of what one would consider their combined home area, possibly during the dates of Dec. 23, 2010 – Jan. 3, 2011.

Dec. 24, 2010 – Christmas in Minnesota (squared). Ate a Bunch of Food (squared). Drank a lot of wine. Slept if off.

Dec. 25, 2010 – Drove to Wisconsin with a Bunch of Food in tow. Christmas in Wisconsin.  Hugged my family. Ate a Bunch of new Food. Gained five pounds. Laughed a lot. Didn’t check my email. Felt blessed. Gave gifts, received more.

Dec. 26, 2010 – Repacked our car. Carved out a cocoon space for my brother. New passenger. Ate some cheese. Realized it’s never going to get any easier saying goodbye to my parents. Ate some pickles. Gifted front seat to my brother.  Manned the cocoon. Road to Minneapolis. Laughed a lot. Left my brother at the airport to return to Denver. Missed my family. Unpacked new Christmas gadgets.

Dec. 27, 2010 – Jen visited.  Combined an old-home friend with my new-home friends over drinks and Thai food. Decided to host an impromptu Non-party Party for New Year’s Eve.

Dec. 28, 2010 – Slept in. Did some stuff.  Ate a Bunch of Mexican food. Went shopping. Did not buy groceries. Did more stuff.

Dec. 29, 2010 – 5-8 Club. Juicy Lucy. Said goodbye. Vowed to spend next 32 hours in pajamas.

*Pajama time *

Dec. 31, 2010 – Had to buy groceries for the impromptu Non-party Party that had now become a Full-on Party Party. Lounged on couch. Bought champagne. Wanted to drink it.  Did not. Cleaned house. Worried no one would come to the Full-on Party Party. Burned one of the appetizers. Got into argument about burnt appetizers. Got over it. Reflected on the year. Positive.  People arrived. Met my best friend’s boyfriend. Approved. Live music. Ate the non-burned food. Popped champagne. 10. 9. 8 . 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Kissed.

staycation - wouldn't you?

Jan. 1-2, 2011 – Woke up. Trip to Treasure Island with the boyfriend  and his family. Ate a Bunch More Food. Super awesome fun time. Lost some money. Won some money. Watched the Vikings game and ate some nachos. Hugged family goodbye. Lots of couch time.

Jan. 3, 2010 – Slept in. Last day of vacation. Refresh. Happy 2011.

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Complain if you  will about the record-breaking 28 inches of snow to hit Minneapolis so far this December.  It’s created a metro-wide disaster but it was early, we spun out on the 394 freeway during rush hour at about 50mph and if it weren’t for a monster snow drift we would have hit a wall.

Every person I’ve ever loved popped into my head simultaneously.  I know I didn’t close my eyes because I remember the swirl of head and taillights made me feel drunk.  But then we stopped moving. And we went to work.  I don’t know how.

I turned on the radio and it was playing a song I haven’t heard since we lost my grama in a car related accident while I was in high school. And maybe that’s just a really wacky coincidence but the lyrics are “I pray you’ll be my eyes” and I don’t know how I feel about signs but that seems like kind of a lot of coincidences.  This is all very intense for a Tuesday.  So I’m going to eat this frozen pizza.  And I know I’m a person who thinks it is acceptable to eat frozen pizza every day but I’ll bet anyone a dollar that it will be off the hook.

Love your people, people.

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I was looking forward to today’s Vikings – Giants game and what was supposed to be our first and only trip to the Metrodome this season.  And then the roof collapsed.  Of course it did:

We decided to go anyway.

Where do we put it all?

Taller than the 'dome

This weekend will easily go down as one of those surreal and magical memories  that come once in a lifetime.

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our alley - first snow

“If Egypt could build the Pyramids, we can build a snowman.”


street view


monty the snow baby

they grow up so fast


great success

Photos via my iPhone


UPDATE: 7:50 Sunday am, “I will not have a headless snowman with a dick in our front yard.” Commence repair.

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And because otherwise he’d starve.

That’s only partly an exaggeration.  I “help” sometimes if it’s “needed” but for the most part my kitchen duties include putting away groceries in a space-conscious manner and jamming as many things as possible into the dishwasher.

But sometimes I do actually try to  “make” things which usually means I suggest something and remove each required  ingredient from it’s super-efficient–or as some would say ‘impossible to find’–storage space.  But he ultimately takes over, probably out of pure exasperation.

So when I say,

“We should make this next week!”

and he replies with,

“Should we? Just like we emptied the cat’s litter box?”

the only thing I can really say is, “I knoooow”.

Well…fine.  I’d probably starve too.

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