Welcome To the Real World, She Said To Me, Condescendingly

I didn’t actually ever mention it, unless you count daily organizational tags “mentioning.”

Which (of course) I totally don’t, and I wouldn’t have even used them, but my brain is a mess rocky, barren place organized chaos of maps and folders and sub-folders labeled for your convenience, you’re welcome my sanity, most likely. Thus, not (overly) labeling my entries would be akin to throwing myself into a room filled with papers and no paperclips. (See also: Hades.)

So, there it is. A peek inside my anal-retentive brain and! the somewhat anti-climatic culmination of a month’s worth of daily posting.

I would like to think there were some bright moments, like when I admitted how dorky dedicated to biking I am when, on a Saturday night, I stayed in to wear my new bike helmet. For a few hours. And then decided Chris should wear his, too, so we could take pictures, because that’s how easily amused I am important a snug but not too snug fitting helmet is to me. Or the day I was able to pay homage to my favorite Doc Marten’s from days of yore. Or perhaps the day I discovered my unrealized addiction to statement-y stickers, or the day I wrote about my desire for Indie Rock babies.

I do think one of my all-time monthly favorites remains the post wherein I admitted that, yes, I do have a problem, and was joined by a chorus of “Ooh. Me, too. Me, TOO. And would you please pass the pretty paper?”

Potentially entirely contrived bright and shiny moments aside, I do also know there were surely times I bored you to near bloggy death, but for the sake of my ego delicate feelings I’m not going to list those posts. Because they don’t exist, after all. And also: you are getting very sleepy.

In fact, let us purge the Less Than Stellar from our collective memories altogether, the same way we collectively purge thoughts of Britney as a doting and seat-belt wearing mother of three and thoughts of Tila Tequila ever being able to find a shot of anything beyond liquor and penicillin: with a calming circle, some Maker’s Mark, and a peace pipe. (Necks buried comfortably in sand encouraged but not required.)

Happy! (almost) December everyone. Here’s to chestnuts roasting on open fires and Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Unless of course you live someplace tropical, or someplace celebrating spring while we prepare to hibernate (Hi! New Zealand; hi! Lisa), in which case: don’t forget! your holiday sunblock.

Weekend Update, Leprechaun Edition

I haven’t run a 5k since 2005, when my sister and I signed up to “trot” a Race for the Cure in Portland and then on race day, about twenty minutes before we were set to briskly walk with the rest of the meanders, she asked if we could run. We have different memories of this day, but I remember knowing we would run even though we had said we were going to walk. I also remember that while she → Read more...

Things I’m Contemplating As I Enter This, My Superhero(ine) Phase

This post inspired by my friend and Patron Saint of Divorce Redemption.

We’ve all heard about the five (or seven) stages of grief, the designated personal places you must traipse within and for yourself to be able to stand tall on the other side of whatever loss you are suffering. Stages you need to fight your way through surviving, and really processing, to be able to find yourself again.

In my head I liken the five stages of divorce to a wily → Read more...

Do A Big Sister A Favor?

Today is babycarrot sister’s 26th! Day of Cake. Being that my sister happens to be (awesome, yes! and) one of my favorite people on the planet, I think instead of being here, you should go here, and read all about what made her day great. (Seeing as how we’re all very visual learners around these parts, I will tell you that there are most definitely pictures. Of cake, even!)

You could even wish her a happy! birthday. You know, if you → Read more...

My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan

We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.

You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.

My love for sea-faring-everything might very well have been fostered during the myriad spring breaks spent exploring quaint coastal communities in and around Port Ludlow, Washington. Some of my fondest childhood memories spring forth from days spent poking my curious face into every trinket shop in → Read more...