Pictureless

Things are feeling pretty pictureless and a little too wordy around here in March, so I thought I'd share my all time favorite picture with you.  I'm not sure why this one pleases me so - it just does.  Even with all the large men in the background, it just makes me feel really happy.  And it was taken last spring.  Fancy that.  Maybe I will like spring this year, after all.

Tonight Ryan and I will do some celebrating of sorts for the big one year.  Who knows - maybe a little dinner or some Phase 10?  And tomorrow - oh, sad, tomorrow - I'll drop him off at the airport and he'll cross the ocean over to China.  And then, before I know it, it will be my turn! (To cross the ocean, that is!)

Ooo!  I'm trying Toasted Coconut Vanilla yogurt for my snack time today.  I'll let you know how that goes.  I have a feeling it will either be a love or a hate.

Four Thoughts for the Fourth

Times are a changing. I officially have a big girl job and I’m actually doing work at work. Can you imagine – me – working – at work? Here are some thoughts:

1) When it comes to numbers, I’m an idiot. Really. Today I was tutoring an 8th grader and couldn’t help her with her math homework on percentages. I also recently asked one of my co-workers: “How do I write 1.2 million in numbers?”

2) The alphabet is the alphabet. I was trying to figure out what kind of seat I would be in on my flight. I’m in seat K. The rows go: 3 seats, 5 seats, 3 seats (11 seats across) and K is the 11th letter of the alphabet. So, the same 1.2 million co-workers tells me I’ll be in a window seat since I’m the last seat. And I said, “Yeah, but sometimes they do it weird and backwards.” And he says, “No, Tessa. The alphabet is the alphabet. It never changes.” So, there. Look at me in my window seat!

3) I’ve recently fallen in love with Zicam. It warded off a potential cold, and I’m following the directions to continue taking to take it four days after my symptoms subside. It says not to eat or drink for 30 minutes after you take it – I think it is just protecting your taste buds from the nasty zinc effects. So, today, I wanted a piece of gum. And I wanted it within those 30 minutes. And I hesitated. What do you think? Is gum a food or drink? Or both? Or none? Circle one.

4) Ryan sent me an email about someone’s house today. He said it was attached, and felt the need to clarify that a picture was attached – not the actual house. It made me giggle. What of you opened an attachment and a house popped out. Or a hedgehog. People have them as pets, you know. And surely they take pictures of them and send them to people.

I'm so bummed I don't have a picture of my pet hedgehog to share with you.  Forgive me?

Spring is Springing

Last night a friend of mine analyzed the Charlotte weather systems and seasonal patterns for me. We were at the Rusty Rudder seeing a band play, and we noticed that the next show was going to be played outside. On the lake. THIS weekend. It snowed yesterday, and we’re already making plans to see bands play in their summer locations … 4 days after a vicious blizzard?! Okay, it wasn’t a blizzard, nor was it vicious, but there was a good five hours of moderate to heavy snowfall. And the snowflakes were huge! But quite frankly, the thought of seeing live music – outside – on the lake – this Sunday – made me want to throw up. According to my friend’s 28 or so years of living in the area, I only have about ten to twelve more days of my beloved cold weather. And then it is spring mixed with cold fluctuations, and then it is spring for real. Spring is springing, and it hurts me.  Why am I dreading the warmth so much this year? What has gotten into me? Have my heart and soul forgotten that I’m a born and raised beach girl? Does sunshine no longer run through my veins? Have I become a cold blob of dreariness and blah? Am I actually enjoying being pasty pale? And since we’re honest with each other, I need to ask myself: Is this really all about fashion? I was so sad to put away my sundresses and sandals, so shouldn’t I be happy to unbury them from their dark days of hiding under the bed and in the cobwebby corners of my closets? Woe is me. I am not happy about this. I want to live forever in my yoga pants, scarves, tights, boots, fitted long sleeve shirts, skinny jeans, silver flats, sweater jackets, and poofy vests. Unfortunately I think spring is going to come, and summer – yuck, summer! – is inevitably going to follow. Perhaps I just need a major attitude adjustment and some new items for my summer wardrobe to cheer me up? Or maybe I can just look at all my summer pictures and remember how good it was to me and how pretty everyone is when they have a tan. I do love having a tan.

Because Sharing is Caring

I stumbled upon this great website a few months ago when I was searching for something. I can’t exactly remember what it was I was looking for, but I loved it! And then, when I actually needed to use it, I couldn’t remember what it was. Doesn’t this happen to you all the time?

The website is Kevin and Amanda {Blog}, but I think it’s more Amanda’s thing than Kevin’s, if you know what I mean. Boys just don’t seem to be into the scrapbooking and crafting and blogging thing. In fact, I think they probably think it is all a bunch of hoopla. Try to use the word “hoopla” twice today. It’s a good one to re-incorporate into your every day vocabulary.

So, this Amanda gal, she has the BEST fonts ever! She has two genres of font – one of which is scrapbooking fonts, and the other is what she calls “pea” fonts. Pea fonts are created from people’s handwriting samples, and I think that is just fabulous. So, I searched and searched for an all caps handwriting font – since, you know, I write in all caps – and low and behold, I found one! It’s called Pea Sean and is pretty close to my actual handwriting. It worked perfectly for the project that I needed it for.

Check it out, find your font or submit your handwriting sample, and live happily ever after.

Real Bananas

My parental units sent me this card today. It made me really happy. I mean, how many other 24 year olds get Dr. Suess cards mailed to them at work? I feel pretty s-p-e-c-i-a-l. My mom included a very sweet note that she had written to me when I was eight. It made my heart happy. She really thinks I’m something else! Ha!

Also, my dad makes me laugh big time.  He's a man of few words, which means he is wise.  And funny.  He sent me two emails today. One said: “I just wanted to make sure those bananas were real!!!” And I said: “WHAT?!” And he said: “You know, like kickin it with real bananas!!!”

So, you see, this is maybe why I am the way I am. Don’t you love my M&D? Me too - I happen to think they’re both pretty swell. Real bananas and all!