I'm wearing my snowboots (the farmer/hunter pair), a hoodie on top of a long sleeve, and gloves. And I'm inside, at my desk. I keep trying to move around the house, thinking maybe the living room will be warmer, or the kitchen might be a bit more cozy.
To no avail, I've finally moved back to my bedroom and have resigned to bundling up because clearly, my house is just not warm.
I think it's time to break out the beanie. But I suppose I didn't need a cold house to make me break that out, huh?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Weird, True, and Freaaky.
I have about two or three more adventures up my sleeve before I leave for school on Sunday. A road trip to Bucknell, an ice skating something or other in Sunbury... Mexican enchiladas for lunch tomorrow, Chinese take-out for dinner. Try not to be jealous.
This year is certainly turning out to be Aeriale-friendly. I've had time this week -- time to relax, to fake naps, to read for pleasure and at my own leisure, to visit old friends, to journal, to shop, and to practice my Uke skills. I've spent time with my brother and sister watching Weird, True, and Freaky on Animal Planet (which, if you haven't even heard of, you need to check out). I've played my step dad in numerous rounds of ping pong and won a few games. I've spent time with God. I've spent time with my good 'ole dog. I've spent time with me, just putzing around and figuring out what I want for myself in this new year.
I don't think I'm quite ready to head back into the chaotic routine that is my life at Behrend, but what choice do I have in the matter? I'll be headed down the road bright and early in 4 days, wishing that it wasn't that time again.
Time. Time. It steals us away, doesn't it? It fools us and tricks us and loves us. It messes up our schedules and plans and shoves us over cliffs. But sometimes, sometimes, Time is on our side. This week has been a good week, and it's only Wednesday, so I'm going to sit down for another round of Animal Planet with the sibs and fall into bed with Time on my side. At least for another 2 days.
This year is certainly turning out to be Aeriale-friendly. I've had time this week -- time to relax, to fake naps, to read for pleasure and at my own leisure, to visit old friends, to journal, to shop, and to practice my Uke skills. I've spent time with my brother and sister watching Weird, True, and Freaky on Animal Planet (which, if you haven't even heard of, you need to check out). I've played my step dad in numerous rounds of ping pong and won a few games. I've spent time with God. I've spent time with my good 'ole dog. I've spent time with me, just putzing around and figuring out what I want for myself in this new year.
I don't think I'm quite ready to head back into the chaotic routine that is my life at Behrend, but what choice do I have in the matter? I'll be headed down the road bright and early in 4 days, wishing that it wasn't that time again.
Time. Time. It steals us away, doesn't it? It fools us and tricks us and loves us. It messes up our schedules and plans and shoves us over cliffs. But sometimes, sometimes, Time is on our side. This week has been a good week, and it's only Wednesday, so I'm going to sit down for another round of Animal Planet with the sibs and fall into bed with Time on my side. At least for another 2 days.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Coolest Sister Ever Award
Just spent two hours helping the little brother build a super cool Star Wars lego ship. Am officially The Coolest Sister Ever.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
dirty little addiction
I have a thing for calendars. I think I've always loved them, and I can't remember a time when I didn't have one or two or five pinned up or taped down somewhere. Always, during Thanksgiving break, I scour the malls or specialty shops for the perfect calendar to ring in the new year. Of course I don't just stop at a wall calendar...I buy one or two little day-by-day calendars to tear off pages every morning. It's become a ritual.
It's ironic, too. I will never be able to tell you the date. You're lucky if I can tell you what day it is..so, the question lingers, I know: why buy five calendars every year? What's the point if not to know the date, the day?
I buy the day-by-day calendars because I love the quotes. I'm a quote-lover, indeed. And we all know I love surprises. So, it's like a two-in-one bundle of amazingness. I get my surprise quote every morning! It's better than waking up to a cup of coffee, and puts no hair on the chest. ;) I buy the regular wall calendars for the monthly picture -- my search for the perfect wall calendar takes so long because I'm going to be staring at the same picture for about 4 weeks...so it needs to be a damn good picture. (If I'm lucky, my big calendar has monthly quotes...so there's another added bonus!)
There you have it, my dirty little addiction. It's cheaper than booze and more fulfilling than coffee - not that I have an affinity toward either.
day-by-day tear off quote: Put your heart, mind, intellect and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.
It's ironic, too. I will never be able to tell you the date. You're lucky if I can tell you what day it is..so, the question lingers, I know: why buy five calendars every year? What's the point if not to know the date, the day?
I buy the day-by-day calendars because I love the quotes. I'm a quote-lover, indeed. And we all know I love surprises. So, it's like a two-in-one bundle of amazingness. I get my surprise quote every morning! It's better than waking up to a cup of coffee, and puts no hair on the chest. ;) I buy the regular wall calendars for the monthly picture -- my search for the perfect wall calendar takes so long because I'm going to be staring at the same picture for about 4 weeks...so it needs to be a damn good picture. (If I'm lucky, my big calendar has monthly quotes...so there's another added bonus!)
There you have it, my dirty little addiction. It's cheaper than booze and more fulfilling than coffee - not that I have an affinity toward either.
day-by-day tear off quote: Put your heart, mind, intellect and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Bold as Love.
I lost myself in 2009. Here's to finding myself again in 2010, cheers to being bold, clinks to doing crazy things, having a blast, falling and falling and falling and learning how to pick myself back up, always.
Thank you 2009 for
swiftly showing me the world
opening my eyes
bringing friends with beautiful jewels of wisdom and
laughter to keep me smiling
dragging me up from a continual rut
addicting me to blogging
providing me with hope and pain because without either,
I would not be the person I am
allowing me to feel
for someone so much it hurts
reveling in the end of an amazing year with a bang, confetti, and boldness.
Thank you 2009 for
swiftly showing me the world
opening my eyes
bringing friends with beautiful jewels of wisdom and
laughter to keep me smiling
dragging me up from a continual rut
addicting me to blogging
providing me with hope and pain because without either,
I would not be the person I am
allowing me to feel
for someone so much it hurts
reveling in the end of an amazing year with a bang, confetti, and boldness.
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