little loves in the Nutcracker.

Stairways: Hearts

My sister sent me this photo today.  "Christmas is Coming!" she says.  We are sitting at the top of the stairs per tradition, per ritual, on Christmas morning, waiting for our photo to be taken and waiting to come down to tree and presents and croissants.  Usually, we are feigning sleep at the top of the stairs; I think Buddy was interrupting that part.  

Santa, I miss that dog.  

Share Time: OMG.

It tastes like a mounds bar.  

Happy Eva!

I walked into my chiropractor's office this morning and this little bumbling tumbling floppy bundle of joy barreled out of the back room towards me. It was love at first site. Miss Eva, all fourteen weeks of her, is pretty much the cutest thing I have seen this side of ever and made me overflow with joy. If you know me, you know how much I love dogs. Currently, my life doesn't seem to fit a pooch, but gauging how much I enjoyed this little pup today, I may have to change that soon enough. Ohmigoshloves. LOVES!

love moments in the past week or so...

her hair.

this photo.

their smit looks.

these people.

this boy.

[the best show] you aren't watching.

There is a show and it is good. There is a show that is good and no one is watching. There is a show that is good that no one is watching except for some die-hard fans. There is a show that is good that no one except hardcore geeks are watching and I want you to know that it is quality television, wedged onto a crappy Friday night spot so people don't even know they are missing it.

Do I sit at home and watch this rad show on Fridays? Not usually. But I do watch it on Saturday on Hulu.com, which also counts to their ratings.

Show? Show? What show. Dollhouse.

It's smart. It's witty. It's chock full of moral dilemmas and fun banter and oh so pretty people. Watching it makes me want to work out and be my best. Watching it also makes me want to get super smart and learn how to wipe people's brains clean and insert other personalities and abilities like kung fu or how to make creme brulee. Or both. Who knows when you need a specific skill. I'm just saying.

Why do people watch? Check out why here: Why I watch

Why are people skeptical? Check out a critics bittersweet parable journey here: Cry Wolf

see? pretty.
(Fridays 9pm, Fox)

quagmire of admire

she is just so epic. multi-leveled epicness. (photo from here)

To be honest? 30.

Last week, my mom and I went to the movies. Crazy cineplex with your neon lights and gaggle of teenage kids working at snack bars and ripping tickets... we gave our tickets to the ticket guy and my word, if he wasn't the most awkward 15 year old ever. This exchange followed between my mother and I:

Me: Wow, now that was what I call awkward adolescence.
Mom: Honey, I think he thought you were cute.

Me: No way. I could like be his mom.

Me: .............
Me: Holy crap! I could totally be his mom!!!!!

But let's be honest. I know it's kindof trendy to be overwhelmed by thirty, but I'm actually digging it. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. 30. Let's do the inevitable recap; it's not like I loathe my life and am disappointed in myself or anything, so at this measuring post in my life, I'm like, wow, this is a.o.k. When I was 15, I thought 30 was ancient. I thought I would be married with kiddos and have this crazy idyllic life with a house and dog. Hell, I thought that would happen by 25. But as I grew into myself and moved around in this eclectic world, I realized different timelines for me ...unknown timelines. All that stuff will happen in some way, shape, or form, someday. I'm not worried. And yes, I don't want to be an OLD mom. And it makes me nervous that my parents are aging and I want them to be able to enjoy my onedayfamily, but still, I really believe things will work out as they may. They have so far.

30. Thirrrrrrty. BooYA. say it with me now.

one more time, just listen.

if you don't know, then you should

taken June 6, 2009, Cafe du Nord, San Francisco, Ca.
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