October 17, 2008

fleatamus maximus

For those of you who don't know flea, you should.

She is my sister...and she is pretty incredible.

Yesterday morning, I went to brush my teeth-- and sitting next to the sink were these two rose buds, with a little handwritten note. I don't know about you-- but the very essence of a good day starts with some handwritten love. A sticky note, a scrap of a paper, a piece of snail mail-- it doesn't matter, it hits me all the same, its pure and its sweet, it is a straight squeeze to the heart.

This morning, when i woke up and looked at my dresser, one of the roses had opened -- and looked so happy next to the other. I'm still waiting for that one to open--but I have a feeling, that will have to wait until tomorrow.

October 15, 2008

That’s the perfect toast

That's the perfect toast

October 15, 2008

the man in the moon

October 14, 2008

little Miss Julia James

In life, I consider myself to be a hard worker.... most of the time, that is. Friday, at Lucy and Alex's rehearsal dinner, I spent most of the evening with a little girl named Julia. When I first met her, she was jamming away on the grand piano in the corner of the Clifton Inn's dining room (rehearsal dinner guests present). As great as she sounded (something tells me she hasn't had lessons...yet) she had some competition with the actual dinner music playing over the house sound system. It broke my heart to ask her to stop. Not even phased, she hopped off the bench, looked up at me and asked, "do you think you could just keep an eye on me?" It was hard to say no to that. Especially when I realized just how cool this 5 year old was.

In between my event "duties" (which happen to be far and few between for this particular dinner...no, i wasn't slacking!) I kept an eye on Julia, and she on me. We colored, talked about life (she told me she was very brave...then led me down to the wine cellar to prove it) and contemplated the different reasons octopi had 8 legs (or are they arms? julia asked...).

Here are a few pictures from our coloring session. My favorite was the tree she drew me..."with leaves falling, because its fall". That Julia is one smart cookie. And I must say-- the next day, at the wedding, when I was running about handing out personal flowers and making sure the ceremony went smoothly... Julia was back at my side... "just in case you need me" she said. And I did. A big thanks to little Miss Julia James, for the pictures, the giggles and the reminder of the joy in everyday things... Especially little people who are willing to think big.

(isn't she something else?!)

October 13, 2008

unsolicited advice

my dad gave this to me a couple months ago. since then, the top of the page has become dotted with thumbtack holes--where i've taken it down, read it, and reposted on my corkboard above my desk. i've copied it, scanned it, even written it out by hand, for friends. i thought it was time to type it out. so here it goes...

unsolicited advice...(which i recommend taking)...

  • No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
  • Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
  • You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
  • Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
  • Don't compare you life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
  • Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
  • However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
  • When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
  • Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy clothes. Don't save it for a special occassion. Today is special.
  • Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
  • Growing old beats the alternative - dying young.
  • Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.
  • If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
  • Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
  • Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.
Note: My dad didn't write this... it's author is unknown. I love it that much more!

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