I'm closing in on 100 posts folks. Pretty soon I'll have time to blog more regularly. For now, I just wanted to punch out some thoughts so that my head is clear enough to get another great 10 hours of sleep. I love having a weekend to myself. It's amazing for morale.
Post topic: Tonight I saw The Proposal. It was essentially what the critics said: recycled movie ideas, but decent enough if romantic comedy is your cup of tea. There were things about it that I didn't love. But that's not the point. The point is, a scene in the movie has my "nostalgia for the future" cranking at a fast pace. They are talking as they fall asleep and Margaret starts listing off things about herself that Andrew doesn't know. Things that being an executive assistant wouldn't tell you about a person's life and past. Things that a fiance should know. And I wanted to have that conversation with somebody. It's why I like changing my facebook profile, to be able to say a little extra something about me and what makes me who I am. I was already talking with Coco tonight about things that only people very close to me know, so I'm gonna lay some of it out for the purposes of not having my mind running through this potential future conversation while I'm trying to go to sleep. That was a long explanation for a post topic, but here goes:
I get goosebumps when other people chew ice, ice cream, popsicles, anything. I can't watch it or hear it or think about it. I just got goosebumps right now. I put my pants on left leg first. When I was little I wanted to be an architect, a jockey, a marine biologist, and a cowgirl. Well, I still want to be a cowgirl. The first book I remember reading is The Pup Went Up. When Laura and I had bunk beds, if I couldn't sleep, sometimes I would toss and turn to make the bed squeak so she would wake up and talk to me. I was devastated when my dad ran over my tricycle wheel with his car. Even though I think smoking is disgusting, I used to love candy cigarettes because I still felt cool pretending to smoke. I like playing ping pong with people I don't know because they are always surprised that I can hold my own. I love wearing soccer cleats because it makes me feel like I am a better soccer player than I actually am. My favorite ice cream is Vanilla Swiss Almond. I have never had a manicure or pedicure. I don't have any good scar stories because the scar on my eyebrow from a head-first dive into the coffee table faded a long time ago. Mia Hamm signed my cast when I broke my leg and Julie Foudy thinks that my leg was broken because my brother fell on it. I've been swimming with sharks--no cage. I wish that more people understood my job. I'm a bad driver. I like to walk around when I brush my teeth. I am a closet Hanson fan, which I guess now just makes me a Hanson fan. The first time I dyed my hair, I was too much of a sissy to go bold and in the end, you couldn't even tell the difference. I have no food allergies, but I might as well be allergic to olives. I used to dance around the living room with the four-foot-tall inflatable Santa and pretend I was at my wedding. Sometimes I drink coffee without sweetener just to prove I like it (which I do, I just prefer Splenda). I like the way my handwriting looks when I use a fine-point Sharpie. I once tried to tie-dye a pair of canvas shoes.
Alright. I've tried to stay away from the easy things. My favorite song is Come Monday. My favorite color is purple. I hate my hair and my toes. I can't wink or whistle. And now I'm out of ideas and I'm tired. Which I suppose was sort of the point. Good night.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Perfect Day
No, I have not just finished the perfect day. I wish. What I did do today was experience enough glimpses of the perfect day to get me thinking about it. Of course, I took the day off, and in any sane universe, the perfect day would not involve work. At least not of the job kind. Nobody loves their job that much. Except maybe a rodeo cowboy or a rock star, but even they like to relax. I'm not going to put times on my perfect day events, because that implies that everything has to go according to plan, which of course would not be the case. Let's also assume that any location constraints are gone so that I could theoretically not have to worry about driving from Red Rocks to Silverthorne to Centennial. I imagine here is how my day would go:
Wake up after a long, restful night's sleep, no alarm. Maybe a dog licking my face or the sun hitting my pillow. Relaxing shower, and put on my favorite spring/summer outfit. Go to Mass and see old friends. Enjoy the sensation of feeling very at home in the Catholic Church. Accompany said friends to a cute little coffee shop with a patio and soak in the morning sun while sipping on a perfect insert favorite-coffee-drink-of-the-moment here. Reminisce about fond memories and hopeful futures.
The later part of the morning is always the toughest for me to fill when I imagine my perfect day. I would like to think I would be outside. I suppose whatever activity of the day occurs to me would be fine. Options may include a trip to the Botanical Gardens, an outdoor art show, a short but beautiful hike (remember, location doesn't matter), a zoo outing, planting flowers, a leisurely bike ride around the park, etc. If I'm outside and with friends, it's good enough for me.
Lunch of course would be a bug-free picnic, if those exist. Mostly because again, I'm trying to be outside, and also I love picnic food. Simple sandwiches, fresh fruit, maybe a cookie. Okay, definitely a cookie. We could throw a football or a frisbee or a softball. Lovely.
After all that outdoor time, I think I'm ready for either a nap or a movie or a good book. Part of me thinks I shouldn't waste my perfect day inside on a couch. But the other part of me says that I love sitting inside on the couch. Especially if I have no other obligations. I love watching movies and laughing along with my favorite lines or waiting in suspense for the next scene of a movie I haven't seen. I love the escape of books. You all know that. And I love sleeping. So, none of the above are really a waste.
Dinner would be grilling out on the back deck. Burgers or brats or chicken, and of course, corn on the cob. Lots of friends and family. A couple games of corn toss and ladder golf. Lots of laughing. And watching the sun set over the mountains. Who knows what the night time activity would bring. Maybe some cards. Maybe just more lounging in the back yard. Maybe a game of ultimate frisbee on the golf course. Or a walk around the neighborhood. Or another movie or book.
Okay, in looking back over this, I didn't experience any of this today. Except when I was at the park walking around, I saw a family playing corn toss in their backyard and laughing and drinking beer. It looked like the perfect way to end a summer day. Except it was only about 3:30 in the afternoon. Don't you people have jobs? (Says the girl who took the day off.)
That's all I've got. I think I'm gonna go start cooking dinner. I have chicken and tomatoes and a pepper and no clue what to do with them. We'll figure something out.
Wake up after a long, restful night's sleep, no alarm. Maybe a dog licking my face or the sun hitting my pillow. Relaxing shower, and put on my favorite spring/summer outfit. Go to Mass and see old friends. Enjoy the sensation of feeling very at home in the Catholic Church. Accompany said friends to a cute little coffee shop with a patio and soak in the morning sun while sipping on a perfect insert favorite-coffee-drink-of-the-moment here. Reminisce about fond memories and hopeful futures.
The later part of the morning is always the toughest for me to fill when I imagine my perfect day. I would like to think I would be outside. I suppose whatever activity of the day occurs to me would be fine. Options may include a trip to the Botanical Gardens, an outdoor art show, a short but beautiful hike (remember, location doesn't matter), a zoo outing, planting flowers, a leisurely bike ride around the park, etc. If I'm outside and with friends, it's good enough for me.
Lunch of course would be a bug-free picnic, if those exist. Mostly because again, I'm trying to be outside, and also I love picnic food. Simple sandwiches, fresh fruit, maybe a cookie. Okay, definitely a cookie. We could throw a football or a frisbee or a softball. Lovely.
After all that outdoor time, I think I'm ready for either a nap or a movie or a good book. Part of me thinks I shouldn't waste my perfect day inside on a couch. But the other part of me says that I love sitting inside on the couch. Especially if I have no other obligations. I love watching movies and laughing along with my favorite lines or waiting in suspense for the next scene of a movie I haven't seen. I love the escape of books. You all know that. And I love sleeping. So, none of the above are really a waste.
Dinner would be grilling out on the back deck. Burgers or brats or chicken, and of course, corn on the cob. Lots of friends and family. A couple games of corn toss and ladder golf. Lots of laughing. And watching the sun set over the mountains. Who knows what the night time activity would bring. Maybe some cards. Maybe just more lounging in the back yard. Maybe a game of ultimate frisbee on the golf course. Or a walk around the neighborhood. Or another movie or book.
Okay, in looking back over this, I didn't experience any of this today. Except when I was at the park walking around, I saw a family playing corn toss in their backyard and laughing and drinking beer. It looked like the perfect way to end a summer day. Except it was only about 3:30 in the afternoon. Don't you people have jobs? (Says the girl who took the day off.)
That's all I've got. I think I'm gonna go start cooking dinner. I have chicken and tomatoes and a pepper and no clue what to do with them. We'll figure something out.
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