Beautiful minimalism.

November 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

Buying things has become what we do to waste time, but it feels horrible. I am a minimalist at heart, and an American with my time.

The Uniform Project, while old, is one of my favorite things in the world – because it caters to both.

So, I’m going to try it, albeit in my own way. No more new things. Just using what I already have in my life and not wanting something else. And getting rid of the random crap that’s making it feel overstuffed. And maybe then I can afford to take a trip, the ultimate extravagance.


I don’t want to grow up.

November 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

I had the biggest proposal of my life that I worked harder than I’ve worked in my life. I was proud of it. But I also knew I was human, and had this little itch. Turns out that little itch was the addressee on the cover letter…discovered after it was sent.

So all of the hard work, thoughtfulness, and detail I put into that proposal will be forgotten, and it will be remembered for the last minute mistake.

This was also the first time I had this much responsibility on my shoulders.

I didn’t like it. It was too much pressure to do well. And even when I did well, I’m sunk.

For a while now, I’ve been dealing with this back and forth on adulthood. I’m well into my thirties, but seriously can’t give up the innocence of childhood. In fact, I want to start a new adult playground. A coffee shop with a table with swings:

A room for naps in the middle of the day:

A room full of sand to play in and build castles…

Seriously…find an old building, fill it with swings, naps and sand…perhaps a coffee shop, bar…think about it.


November 26, 2012 § 1 Comment

I adore naps. They are necessary. They are lovely. They are why I am sane.

When I was in college, my roomie Kara and I would get back to our dorm room around 3:00 after class, and I would take the futon, she would take the loveseat. The TV was set to the three hours of Seinfeld and the Simpsons, we’d fall asleep, and then be awoken by our friends to get food in the cafeteria before close. It was the best schedule of my life.

I want one of these.

The Ostrich pillow. I want it so bad. I might be able to make it through my day.



November 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Love is one of those words that’s meaning cannot be expressed through words. It is an overwhelming emotion that takes a hold of all of us, intertwines it in every fiber, and changes us for the better.

That is how I feel about this photo and story.

“Most people have heard of Koko, the gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English. What most people don’t know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood fan. When Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she’d always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off.”

From Filmaker’s Facebook page.



November 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

Stick with this. All the way through. It is so worth it.

here’s your evil.

November 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Friday night, I went to the Wits show (seriously, check it out. It is awesome. I used to do marketing for them for a season, and the shows are super fun.)

Anyway, Friday’s episode was a decade later than Follow that Bird…traveling into the early nineties now. It was Dave Foley, and Mike Doughty from Soul Coughing. Before we moved to Minneapolis a couple of years ago, the last time I was in Minneapolis, I saw  the Kids in the Hall perform. It was AWESOME, and one of the best skits of the night was Simon and Hecubus.


here’s your sad.

November 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

Follow that Bird showed up on Netflix tonight. I don’t know if I can watch it.

I just told Jeff, my husband, that blue Big Bird makes me so horribly sad. It was the first time I really recognized what “sad” was when I was tiny. That emotions were so much more than just happy, or angry that I wasn’t getting my way.

So, instead of the T-Lo version of “here’s your pretty”, here’s your sad.

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