Evidence suggests a strong correlation between flashiness of sunglasses and enjoyment of a run.
I’ve been eating at least three of these a day. I can’t help myself. They’re so dang cute and I can’t not smile when I’m eating one. Not that there aren’t enough reasons to smile these days anyway.
cutie (by sister reba)
The Mountain Goats are playing at Cafe Mustasche and it feels almost like it’s Christmastime.
Last night I was talking to Kate about traditions. My mom’s parents would always come over and we would order pizza and watch a Disney movie on Christmas Eve. Christmas day we could have cookies for breakfast and read the Christmas story (straight out of the bible) before going to see my Dad’s side of the family. I would wander around my Granny’s house and count all the Santa’s from her collection and Poppy would sit in his chair under the taxidermied head of a deer he shot long before I was born. Before I started smoking, in the 10th grade, I would lecture to my uncles about the perils of cigarettes. They tried not to laugh while listening to my concerned plea and then snuck out to the back yard for another smoke.
Pizza delivery and the smell of just extinguished cigarettes are my scent memories of Christmas.
Merry everything. Happy always. To you and yours.
Christmas 1982 with Poppy (by sister reba)
After picking up the new spectacles last night (sadly, these were smashed to bits in the crash) I finally tried Telegraph. I like the space but was unimpressed with everything else. Well, except for the french press coffee that someone had ordered as I was leaving. That smelled fantastic. I considered getting it despite the fact that it would’ve kept me up all night.
new glasses (by sister reba)
This past week I’ve been in bummer city. From Friday to Saturday I had a comically awful twenty-four hours which included getting stuck in an elevator for thirty minutes (which is neither as fun nor as scary as I thought it might have been, just incredibly boring/frustrating). But I am sure that no one wants to hear me whine about it (and a big thanks to those friends who already did).
Things haven’t been all bad though - my new computer should (fingers crossed) be here next week, the Bears game on Sunday was great (minus Cutler’s injury), I saw Big for the first time (the Josh-Susan relationship is super creepy, right?), got my hands of a copy of Infinite Jest (Infinite Winter, here I come), and in just a few hours four glorious days of vacation begin.
p.s. Look at me, kind of smiling in that picture. I think it’s true that smiling can make you happier.
p.p.s Current mantra.
It’s about time for me to consider chopping off all my hair again. It generally happens with little notice, in winter, on trips to New York, in someone’s kitchen.
