January 20, 2009

Big Day

Today really must be a big day. Even my coffee cup has gone patriotic.

Here’s hoping the next four years are as sweet as my latte was…

January 19, 2009

Congrats

The rehearsal dinner was a blast. The wedding was beautiful. The bride was stunning. The dress was fabulous. The weekend was perfect.

Just a few of the details...

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And the happy couple...

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Congratulations, Jennifer and Adam!

January 15, 2009

Stripes Friday

Ok, no, it's technically not Friday yet, but like I said in my earlier post, I'll be deep in the heart of Texas tomorrow for my dear friend Jennifer's wedding celebration. Between all of the bridesmaid dress wearing and champagne sipping and general merry making, I doubt I'll have much time to post, and I didn't want to leave you without any Friday stripes.

The Week of Color has been a blast! Have a great weekend!

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Pink Thursday

Today truly is a pink Thursday. Why? Because I'm off tomorrow so today is really my Friday which makes me happy and pink also makes me happy, hence pink Thursday. Or since it's technically my Friday, would it be pink Friday? Hmmm....

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January 14, 2009

Yellow Wednesday

There's something about yellow. It just makes me wanna smile...

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January 13, 2009

Purple Tuesday

This was a hard one. It seems I need more purple in my life. I'll be working to fix that. Until then...enjoy!

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January 12, 2009

Blue Monday

Let the Week of Color begin!

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January 9, 2009

Week of Color

When one of my favorite bloggers, Leya, over at Curious Bird, declared a week of color starting on January 12th, I couldn’t help but join in the fun. If you don’t know what a week of color is, it’s basically a week where you post photos and everyday has a color theme. If my explanation isn’t doing it for ya, you can read more about it here.

I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that I’ll be putting my brand new, handy dandy, shiny red digital camera to use over the weekend, taking some (hopefully) pretty pictures and posting them all next week for you to see.

Do come check them out! But until then, have a happy weekend!

January 7, 2009

Resolutions

I know most people like to choose New Year’s resolutions. Up until this year, I’ve always been one of those people. One year it was “learn to play the guitar,” another year it was “be quick to listen and slow to speak” and yet another year it was “eat healthy and exercise” (original, I know), but in all honesty, I really like New Year’s resolutions and all the self-improvement they inspire, which makes it a little strange that I didn’t make any resolutions this year. I decided to opt out of the age-old tradition for 2009 simply because I felt like I had done enough self-improvement during the past year to cover the coming one, and I also have 20 things left on my birthday list that sort of feel like little miniature resolutions in their own right. So, to make a long story short, the count down came and went with no resolutions for me, and I found that I didn’t miss them one bit.

However, last night, that all changed. There I was, relaxing on the couch, sipping on a Red Hook and getting ready to indulge in some truly terrible reality TV, when I was suddenly faced with the daunting task of convincing my boyfriend to change the channel from The Cable Guy (a movie he’s seen enough times to quote every single line) to The Real Housewives of Orange County. After a tiny squabble, he handed over the remote in defeat, but what I thought was over and done with came up a couple of hours later when he looked at me and said nonchalantly, “You know, I’ve learned something about you lately. You always like to have your way, and when you don’t get it, you get in a bad mood. You should work on that. You should make it your New Year’s resolution.”

Now, having already decided not to have any New Year’s resolutions this year, I did not readily accept this suggestion and instead made him give me exact examples of times when I have pouted about not getting my way (excluding the TV squabble, because really, who wants to watch The Cable Guy, anyway?) But by the end of the conversation, I had to admit that maybe he was right and maybe I could use some work in that area of my life and maybe I would make it my New Year’s resolution.

And so, seven days into the new year, I now have a New Year’s resolution. Yes, it’s a good one. No, I’m not happy about it. And over the past 24 hours, I’ve realized that having someone choose a New Year’s resolution for you is not nearly as fun as choosing one for yourself. Now let’s see if it makes it any easier to keep.

January 5, 2009

Number 17

Can be checked off the list.

Yes, sledding down a hill is fun, but being pulled behind a snow mobile on a sled is even more fun!

I would’ve done it all day if only I could’ve kept my toes warm.

January 2, 2009

Snow Day

Happy New Year, everyone! I hope your 2009s are moving along splendidly. I know mine is. As I write this, I’m sitting at the dinner table in a warm and cozy farmhouse in Fairfield, WA, completely snowed in and not one bit upset about it. The pellet stove is chugging away, the steaks are on the grill (yes, we’re grilling in 20 degree weather) and I’ve got my choice of four cats and four dogs to play with. To say I’m happy as a clam would be an understatement.

Being snowed in means football-watching and nap-taking, game-playing and popcorn-popping, snowman-making and beer-sipping. It also means you can get people to do things they wouldn’t normally do, like play Dance Dance Revolution until their legs fall off, watch reruns of The Real Housewives of Orange County and mix up fancy drinks with secret ingredients.

In two short days I’ll be back in the land of sunny and 72, but until then, I’ll be here, by the fire, with a cat on my lap and a drink in my hand, enjoying my own little snow day and wishing you all a very, very happy new year.