Things to be Happy About on a Friday

I decided that today I would give a list of things that are currently bringing me some amount of joy.

1. It’s Friday and tomorrow is Saturday and Saturday means sleep.

2. The toenail from the toe I smashed with a can of apple pie filling is still attached. I made it through the summer with a toenail. I’m very pleased about this.

3. Last month I sent sad Canadian Lindsey a box of Reese’s Oreos because for some reason the evil Oreo empire hates Canada and didn’t release them to be sold there. Much to my overwhelming delight, I received this incredible box of goodies from her this week:

I can attest that all of those cookies are absolutely delicious. Those maple cookies are everything. I need to buy some Nutella because that seems like a heavenly combo.  Thanks Lindsey, you’re the best!

4. I get to go a toddler’s birthday party on Sunday and see lots of sweet babies and sassy little toddlers. I’m overly excited about this. I just love stealing (“holding”) other people’s babies.

5. Today is the first day of August which means there are only about 2.5 months of summer left. This summer has been hot, but not nearly as terrible as past years so far. We haven’t had 30 straight days of 100+ degree heat and that’s a win in my book.

6. I added an Austin tab at the top! I receive emails every now and then from people coming to visit and asking what I’ve done or where I’ve eaten. I certainly still welcome the emails, but now you check there too and get information in a quicker and much less long-winded way.

I’m not claiming to be an expert and there is so much I haven’t yet done yet, but this is a list in case you were wondering where I’ve been eating since I have such a distinguished palate.

7.  Tonight I’m going to see Ray LaMontagne play at the Long Center. I am so excited as I have been waiting to see him in concert for almost a decade (for some reason Lubbock and Corpus Christi weren’t on his previous tour stops and then he just didn’t tour at all for like six years or something terrible).

This is really great timing because, as I’ve said before, he is the soundtrack to my feelings and I have so many of them now. His new album is especially lovely.

8. Prince Harry has been looking seriously foxy the past few weeks. I sure wish he would give ol’ grandpa Will some advice on how jeans should fit.

On air: The Prince was pre-recording an interview with the radio station, which will be broadcast tomorrow, to talk about the Invictus games, which start in September
9. The only way Boyhood could have been improved: Potterhood.

That gave me tears.


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Book Talk

First and foremost, happy 34th birthday Harry Potter!!!

I’m going to drink a whole lot of beer in your honor.

City of Thieves

During the Nazis’ brutal siege of Leningrad, Lev Beniov is arrested for looting and thrown into the same cell as a handsome deserter named Kolya. Instead of being executed, Lev and Kolya are given a shot at saving their own lives by complying with an outrageous directive: secure a dozen eggs for a powerful Soviet colonel to use in his daughter’s wedding cake. In a city cut off from all supplies and suffering unbelievable deprivation, Lev and Kolya embark on a hunt through the dire lawlessness of Leningrad and behind enemy lines to find the impossible.

I loved every page of this novel. I thought the storytelling was excellent and I never lost interest in the characters. I can’t really do it justice, so read this review from a Goodreads reader.

The Fault in Our Stars

My sweet friend Daryl gave me this book for my birthday, and if he hadn’t, I honestly would never have read it. I think I might be the last person in America to have read it. Reading is an escape from reality and I do not want that escape to be into a world of kids with cancer. People with cancer is already too much of a painful reality for most people on this planet, so I certainly don’t want to spend my mental vacation time there as well. But, I’m thankful he gave it to me because I did enjoy it after all.

I felt kind of strange afterward because I didn’t have the emotional response I was expecting (like when I read Elie Wiesel’s Night and had no tears and thought I had some sort of serious mental deficiency) and I didn’t LOVE LOVE OMG LOVE it like most people I know did, but I enjoyed the story and the journey. I am thankful I read this in June because I certainly couldn’t handle it now. I have a feeling that my emotional response now would be what I had expected initially. Also, where do these guys like Gus exist? I’m serious. Perfectly kind and thoughtful hot guys do not just fall out of the sky and fall in love with you and take you to Amsterdam. This is not a thing.

The Romantics

Several years ago I watched the movie and someone left a comment that I should read the book because it’s so much better. So, years later, I finally got around to it and it was so much better. That’s not saying much because because I thought the movie was horrid, but it wasn’t a bad read. I enjoyed parts of it, but spent most of my time wondering WTF is wrong with these people?!?! I just don’t understand why people who have such clear disdain for each other try so hard to be “friends.” The two main female characters are straight up assholes and the men are all douches. They spend all of their time trying to punish each other.

It was interesting because it was like truly being lost in an entirely different universe. I just can’t imagine how you exist in a world where you are the maid of honor for your “best friend” who is marrying your ex-boyfriend who you have continued to hook up with and have a super intense emotional relationship over the past decade. Then, how this best friend is seemingly okay with it because she’s winning by marrying that handsome douchebag. Then he’s marrying best friend even though he doesn’t love her because it’s the right decision. I don’t care if he’s Josh Duhamel, he’s still an idiot!!!

Anyway, I finished it and I feel like I am kind of a really great friend now, so there’s that.

The Diana Chronicles

Without an ounce of shame, I can absolutely say that I loved this book so hard. I was enraptured by it. I read the Andrew Morton biography in high school and was left wildly uninterested. I thoroughly enjoyed Tina Brown’s writing style and the attention to Diana’s development and experiences as a child and young woman. I also felt like she pretty evenly balanced the good and bad of all the major players. No one was a victim and no one was the devil. They all had a heavy hand in their own misery. I initially purchased this because it had a sticker with a quote from Helen Mirren endorsing it and that was enough for me.


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WTF Wednesday

As part of my effort to interact with society in a non-hateful way, I made my way back to the gym on Monday night. While running on the treadmill, I watched Family Feud. I was so confused by one of the categories. The question was something along the lines of catching your man cheating and what do you flush down the toilet.

Besides your dignity, WTF do people flush down the toilet in this situation?? Is this a thing? What does that even accomplish other than making you look like a crazy person? My second problem came with the most popular answers: jewelry, wallet, and remote control. REMOTE CONTROL?? That isn’t even flushable!! Neither is a wallet. Those items are too large. What kind of super toilet do you have? Maybe the point is to ruin his toilet? And what is the point of flushing the remote??? You sure showed him, now he will have walk 10 feet to turn the TV on. He sure is going to regret being a douchebag now!

I honestly don’t understand. Besides the basic physics preventing you from flushing those two items, why would you waste your time? I don’t know if this is something to be justifiably outraged about, but I am. At least I wasn’t crying.

Going to the gym was harder than I thought. I just feel tired and all I want to do is go home and eat cookies and watch reality TV. I feel like most of energy is spent trying to be somewhat pleasant at work. Those poor people are stuck with me for nine hours a day, so the least I can do is muster a smile and be mildly tolerable.

This week has been better. I know we are all supposed to work on healing and feeling better and all that jazz, but frankly I don’t want to. I don’t want to feel better because I feel like that means I’ve accepted what has happened and I’m okay with it. I’m not okay with it and I don’t want to accept it and I’m pissed. Still. I don’t want to wake up each day and remember that she is gone and tell myself I need to find ways to be happy. I don’t want to accept that Jenifer lost her little sister and Greg lost his wife and two people lost a daughter and the rest of us lost a friend. I don’t want to be happy.  It’s not guilt so much as three weeks later I’m not okay with it being okay. I don’t know what I am trying to say (as usual), but damn it I’m still mad.

Tomorrow I’m going to talk about books.


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Bitches and Some Brie

On Friday night I hosted Bunco (or Bunko?) at my apartment. It was a fabulous time and I even won one of the prizes. Some of the ladies argued that I couldn’t win my own prize, but I disagree. Winning is winning, bitches.

I’m the worst. I can’t believe I have friends sometimes.

On Saturday, we had a pool day planned with some of my favorite ladies.

IMG_0605[1]It was really nice to be together and it certainly helped my attitude out. We enjoyed multiple bottles of wine, a few pounds of cheese, Oreos, and a whole lot of chips and Wheat Thins. It’s not a party until I have a handful of Yancey’s Fancy Gouda and juicebox full of pinot.



After all that hard partying, we immediately collapsed on the couch and watched some of the classics.


Does Renee Zellweger still exist? That’s a serious question.

And Moulin Rouge:

Much to the delight of my sister and Jenifer, Laura and I sang along to the entire movie. It’s good to have a friend to duet with as my voice is a bit powerful on its own.

On Sunday we went to brunch at The Frisco and it was delicious.

PicMonkey Collage
I had bacon, eggs, grits and toast. Then mimosas because it’s the only way I can tolerate orange juice (and one always has to be diligent about fighting of the plague of scurvy).

IMG_0600[1]Next time I will get the chocolate chip pancakes. The meal I had was quite good, but I always have so much regret when I don’t get pancakes, yet I never seem to learn. The restaurant had an adorable atmosphere and I can’t wait to go back. Sari got a slice of pecan pie (they had about nine different types available), so I think I will need to try some sooner than later.

After breakfast, we went to the theater and watched Boyhood. I quite enjoyed it and just could not get over that it was the same kid over the entire span of the movie.

Growing up is rough. Also, I think I might love Ethan Hawke again.

We had a low key evening on Sunday which involved naps, laundry, and True Blood. Of course it’s Sarah Newlin, of course. That sneaky little bitch. I love her so much.

And I watched the Bachelorette finale last night because I have no shame when it comes to TV. Andi will never find true happiness with the guy she picked because she’s stupid and sent sexy farmer Chris home. You’ve screwed up lady. You’ve screwed up badly. Your decision maker is broken.



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