2.24.2011
quote me
Love this quote from this weeks Grey's Anatomy: "We are responsible, with our patients. The problem is we blow it all out at work, in our own lives we can't think things through, we don't make the safe choice. We did that all day at the hospital when it comes to ourselves, we've got nothing left. Is it worth it, being responsible? Cause if you take your vitamins, pay your taxes and never cut the line the universe still gives you people to love and lets them slip through your fingers like water. And then what have you got, vitamins, and nothing." Story of my life.
2.22.2011
Increasing the Cutness
I found this cute mirror for $8 last weekend! I love the shape and size of this piece.
One day I'll be able to do this!
2.20.2011
Happy Hour
Even Martha Stewart is staying positive and celebrating Happy Hour with things that make me happy! Dogs, exercise, good food, and flowers what could make a better episode. Check-out the video recap of her show by following the link here. Happiness, "it's a good thing."
2.18.2011
Positivity vs. Negativity
Negativity = hotdog
Positivity = delicious steak
Negativity = fish stick
Positivity = fresh crab-cakes
Negativity = a stifled breath of air
Positivity = fresh country air
Negativity = Ramen Noodles
Positivity = fresh pasta
It's pretty obvious that positivity wins out.
Positivity = delicious steak
Negativity = fish stick
Positivity = fresh crab-cakes
Negativity = a stifled breath of air
Positivity = fresh country air
Negativity = Ramen Noodles
Positivity = fresh pasta
It's pretty obvious that positivity wins out.
Not so Typical Valentine
Otherwise known as: The Day I Got a Letter Wishing Me a Happy V.D.
During undergrad I often got letters and packages from my mother and grandmother wishing me happiness on holidays such as Valentines, Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, etc. I rarely got letters from other members of my family so you can imagine my astonishment when I received a letter from my old codger of an uncle. At this point Uncle Ken had been divorced for a few years, and the only time I really spoke with him was when I called the family business to talk to my mother. I suppose part of my astonishment came from the fact that to this day whenever I am in the same room with my uncle he punches me, pinches me, gives me the occasional nookie and still has not stop threatening a swirly.
As I opened what I thought was a normal letter I first noticed that it was typed in the traditional business format; date, name of recipient, address, salutation, three paragraphs, closing, signature, name of sender. I went on to read the letter explaining his think in sending the letter: my mother - in classic mother fashion- sent me a card and my uncle was responsible for taking the mail to the post office. When he noticed the card addressed to me, he turned around and wrote my address down, intending to write a letter and send it to me in Iowa -my family lives in Washington.
In the closing paragraph my uncle wished my a "Happy V.D. and I don't mean venereal disease." From that day forward I haven't had a Valentine's Day with out thinking of my uncle's very classy Valentine.
During undergrad I often got letters and packages from my mother and grandmother wishing me happiness on holidays such as Valentines, Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, etc. I rarely got letters from other members of my family so you can imagine my astonishment when I received a letter from my old codger of an uncle. At this point Uncle Ken had been divorced for a few years, and the only time I really spoke with him was when I called the family business to talk to my mother. I suppose part of my astonishment came from the fact that to this day whenever I am in the same room with my uncle he punches me, pinches me, gives me the occasional nookie and still has not stop threatening a swirly.
As I opened what I thought was a normal letter I first noticed that it was typed in the traditional business format; date, name of recipient, address, salutation, three paragraphs, closing, signature, name of sender. I went on to read the letter explaining his think in sending the letter: my mother - in classic mother fashion- sent me a card and my uncle was responsible for taking the mail to the post office. When he noticed the card addressed to me, he turned around and wrote my address down, intending to write a letter and send it to me in Iowa -my family lives in Washington.
In the closing paragraph my uncle wished my a "Happy V.D. and I don't mean venereal disease." From that day forward I haven't had a Valentine's Day with out thinking of my uncle's very classy Valentine.
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