Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
It's unfortunate that my post-less existence is in direct correlation with the length of my work day (and my level of coffee consumption for that matter). Today I'm heading to Ballyowen Golf Course for a charity tournament and auction. The day's forecast: high 80's with thunderstorms in the afternoon. The day's responsibilities: sitting in a golf cart spotting for the near-impossible hole-in-one. I brought my book and nail polish - to be honest, aside from the fickle weather conditions, I'm looking forward to being surrounded by green rather than cubicle-gray.
I enjoyed this post over at bread & honey for several reasons. First, because I know all too well the pains that come about cooking in a hot and humid kitchen. Second, because these calzone-esque pizza pockets remind me of family dinners growing up. And third, because I completely agree if faced with the crossroad to chop or not to chop, always chop - who doesn't love tasting a little bit of everything in one bite.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
You know, I don’t do these things for myself. I do them for you, whomever you may be. It’s all of the words and sentences that are just too much too bear, that are too right, too dead-on to let sit between pages. It’s all of the pictures that make my heart seize up and I mean literally, visibly clench in my chest. It’s the songs that make me cry after only a few notes. And one day I will share it with you you you only you. Because sure, I share some things with my friends and some with the world but you deserve the best of the best, the cream of the crop. You deserve the things that make me say “yes, yes! this is it!” and bite my lip so hard it’ll actually split a bit. Those things matter so much to me. And you will too.