No thanks for livin’ on Thanksgiving; I’m still starvin’.

It’s Thanksgiving Eve and I’m powering through cups of black coffee and full albums of Wu-Tang on YouTube, waiting for the workday to end. It’s been a bit of a slow day, but a good one for bonding with new co-workers who are also looking longingly at the clock, waiting (somewhat) patiently for quitting time. It was one girl’s birthday, and so we headed over to the local wine bar for lunch, a glass of our favorite spirit, and an opportunity to share some hilarious/embarrassing stories while also sharing the details for our upcoming holiday celebrations. Continue reading

The Roads That Guide Us Home.

I made the observation a few months back that certain driving routes capture very specific timeframes of my life–these back roads, main drags, and exit numbers (make your Jersey jokes now) have the ability to launch full-blown nostalgia for me the same way an old beloved song or familiar smell can.

These past couple weeks have found me traveling several old roads, both figuratively and literally. Continue reading

Now I’m overcome by the light of day; my lips are near but my heart is far away…

“Thanksgiving was nothing more than a pilgrim-created obstacle in the way of Christmas; a dead bird in the street that forced a brief detour.”
― Augusten BurroughsYou Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas

I like being awake when the rest of the world is not. It’s one of the few times during the day where I don’t feel some crazy sense of urgency to get somewhere, to do something, to accomplish something before the day is done. I’d like to get better at getting up early, but that also means I have to give up my beloved late-night routine. I’m realizing that I love both for the same reasons–the feeling of being the Only One Awake, the calm of not having to answer to anyone… The benefit to switching this routine to the morning hours is that I’m able to more easily transition into a functioning adult after getting up early vs. staying up hella late. Continue reading

Leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again…

I’m more than a little embarrassed to admit that I just spent $20 for sort of mediocre Internet service while on my flight to San Fran–but I weighed my options carefully beforehand: It was between this and an overpriced movie and overpriced Bloody Mary. Although one would argue 2 is better than one, it’s been my finding that inflight cocktails usually taste pretty terrible, and the only way to really make them enjoyable is generally by downing a couple. Plus, I’d get more hours of entertainment from the Internet than I would from the movie/booze combined… look at me, with all my practical, adult decisions! Continue reading

Our feelings were caught and stopped that ring; dulls the fire, works ’til they stop singing

Being sick the past few days meant that I’ve pretty much been homebound, which then bled into my normal work-from-home days, which means I’ve spent more time at home the past few days than I probably have in months. It’s been weird, but oddly welcomed, although I could have done without the feverish hell that was Friday through Monday. I’m feeling more or less better now. I think a lot of times illness coincides with life things, and it just seemed that perhaps my body was telling me it was time to rid my body/my life of a lot of different toxins. It was good to be forced to completely stop everything, and just recharge and heal.

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we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

Well, friends–we are back after some time away on adventure. It was good to see some dear friends, take in some new sights, and revisit some places (and food joints) we love. Our flight got in pretty late last night and I still have not learned the importance of taking off the day after vacation, so I am doing my best to get through this workday and catch up after being gone.

But, I’m also excited to hit the ground running. I have a lot of projects I’m excited about, a lot of things I want to blog about, and a lot of personal goals I’m still working towards. This week will be a busy one, but I’m looking forward to the next round of adventure here on home turf!

 

What are men to rocks and mountains?

This weekend we headed up to Bear Creek Mountain with a bunch of friends to try our hand at some night snow tubing.

This is what I thought snow tubing would be like:

This is actually what it was like the first time I went down the mountain:

This is what it was like after I worked up the courage to do it again:

All in all, it was a good time, albeit initially terrifying. But I’m glad we went, I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first go-round, and I’m grateful that the only major injuries incurred were to my boots and not my body (or Donnie’s body, being that he hit a tree after his first run down the mountain).

There’s a beautiful parable wrapped in all this about trying something even when it terrifies you, and trying again, even when the first time did not go as planned, but you all are smart people, so I won’t spell it out for you. (Beyond that, I’m too distracted looking at clips from Cool Runnings to say anything too terribly poetic…)

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Considering that I spent a good portion of this morning listening to the Rent Soundtrack, reminiscing about my sophomore year of college when I lived in Middle Hall, the creative arts dorm, I thought it would be a good time to break out this Christmas song, and the reason why I will always love it no matter how garish Mariah Carey is.

See I will carry you through the hurricane waters…

Welp, we survived the storm. There were a few moments that seemed like they were going to be dicey, especially when we saw the type of devastation that happened just 30 miles away from us, but somehow we managed to come out of it unscathed–no damage or power loss.

Just a couple days before the storm hit, one of my best friends and I saw Citizen Cope to celebrate her 35th birthday. We had a great night out and had a fantastic time at the show.

Towards the end of the set, he played this song, off one of my favorite albums:

The title of this blog is a lyric from the song–the 2nd line is “I will remember you in the blue skies.”

After 4 overcast days in a row, the sun finally broke through today, just for a few brief moments.

I’m hoping everyone else out there is OK and my thoughts go out to everyone still dealing with the after effects of the storm…Hopefully the sun will break for you all soon.

Here is a link to some organizations you can donate to to help those who were most affected by the storms:

  • This article overviews a bunch of different relief efforts, including the Red Cross, the Salvation Army, and Feeding America
  • Help the ASPCA or the Humane Society help animals affected by the storm

If you have any recommendations for other organizations to donate to, please feel free to post about them!

Progress Coming Soon. But Until Then…

I’m a little behind on things after last week/this weekend’s travels, but I just wanted to put together a little something just to make sure you know that I a) am still alive b) have not once again dropped the ball on this blog! I’ve got lots of ideas to flesh out and songs to share and pictures to post and rants to rant about and even guest bloggers ready to guestily blog! But not right now. Right now I’m still sort of living out of my suitcase and remembering just how much fun my friends and I had making our own rave in the bubble/color wing of the Exploratorium.

This was about the time we started dancing to Ellie Goulding’s “Lights” (Thank you, smartphone)–at least until the kids/their parents started to crowd about, waiting their turn (either that, or they were trying to determine if we were on drugs).

But until then, here is a Moment of Zen-y pic for you to let you know I’m still out there and kicking and I’ll be kickin’ it here again soon (Thanks, Cousin Nick, for the find!).

But anyway–Enough about me. How are you?