Holidays 2008

Saints & Scott’s

Today my Art History teacher compared Saint Francis to Barack Obama.  I loved it, just wanted to share…

Last week in my Polisci class, while the teacher was  introducing himself to the room of 60, he walked up to me and curiously shook his finger.  He said, “A very famous student sat right in this chair, right where you’re sitting young lady.”  I felt a sense of pride, as if one day I will make an impression on a teacher in such a way that they recalled the very seat I sat in.  He said the student was one of his best students, very bright… but famous for bad things.  Turns out, it was Scott Peterson who’d sat in my seat.  I blushed when he said this, and immediately regretted the pride I felt moments before.  In a full lecture hall, no one sits in this seat anymore.

As for me, I’m exhausted.  Looooong day; school from 9-8 and 2 workout classes.  Pilates is the hardest physical challenge I’ve done in a long time.  Running for an hour straight is easier than pilates.  Thankfully, when it comes to exercise you always get from it what you put in to it.  Bed time, night night…xoxoxo.



Mangia Poco Ma Bene

Since I’ve been feeling down lately, I’ve devised a small plan to help myself get back on track–to get back to my wide grins and hearty laughs.  When I say “small” I mean it because the plan is to focus on the little things.  I made a list of the little things that I do, but fell out of habit of doing, that make me feel like my happy self.  Among the list, the nightly routine comes greatly into play:

  • Face wash, every night.  Night cream & Nivea for the supple skin.
  • Floss, without fail.  It makes my smile prettier…I really notice a difference.
  • Read, Write, Watch (my book, my journal, Where The Light Is)
  • Take my high-potency antioxidant supplements (for anti-aging)

I make sure to touch-up the brows and wear my retainers, too.  These things make me feel better in the morning.  The morning routine is important at making me feel better, too:

  • Up by 9, without fail.  Lay awake in bed for at least 10.
  • Earn my breakfast, somehow (run, walk or bike)
  • BREAKFAST!!  By farrrrr my favorite meal of the day.  Go big or go home.  I often crave unconventional breakfast food like miso soup or bruchetta… (breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dinner like a pauper… mangia poco ma bene, eat little but well)
  • Gotta have my spritz of Prada (often my only and always my most favorite accessory), my liquid eyeliner on the top lash, some mascara, some bronzer and I’m happy.

These little items in my routine make me happy.  When I feel unhappy, I notice that they’re gone or lacking.  I don’t know what comes first, the chicken or the egg but its probably a combination of both.  So I’ve made a point to reintegrate my silly, girly trifles and I’m feeling better already.

These things don’t fit into a routine but were on my list as well:

  • Salsa in my fridge, at all times.
  • Same for Diet Hansens Root Beer.
  • Gotta have my favorite pen for school.  Pilot 0.5 ballpoint ink pens.  I feel anxious if I can’t take notes using them.
  • Keep my clothes folded and my bed made.

Did you even care to know all of this about me?

Anyway, by making sure I have down all of these small things, I begin to feel more of a sense of control over my life and then feeling happy becomes easier.  That was my point.  so, my face is washed, I’ve done the routine and now I’m going to rent a movie on iTunes to watch before bed.




What IS it?


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud 
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Human Dictionaries and Loneliness to Joy

Nothing like a cloudy Friday and the impending Valentines Day to make a single girl feel the pangs of loneliness.  (I HATE to admit this, more than anything.)  


Admitting it isn’t making me feel any better.  

And what’s worse?  I’m nursing my single-life fatigue with classical piano and romance movies, which aren’t making me feel any better either.

All of my close friends in SLO have boyfriends, except for MK who’s on a date right now (and I’m super stoked for her, make NO mistake.)  The guy she’s on a date with jokes that I don’t like boys (not to say that he thinks I like girls… at least i


1 Hour later:

In that last sentence I was interrupted by a phone call from my beloved friend Lauren, who cheers me up to no measurable end.  And then, in the midst of our deeply satisfying conversation, Eva called and beckoned me to come out to dinner with her.  And then! As I was getting up to get ready, my spirits already 1000 times higher than they were when I first began this post, I found a love note that Eva cleverly stashed for me to find.  She sneakily put it on my banister about 2 hours ago as she pretended to return a silly item to me.  And now I am filled with joy and love; back to my normal self.  Oh, I love my friends.  I love all of them more than a human dictionary could begin to convey…

Barack Obama, Change, love, politics

Change Has Come

Be The Change.


From Obama’s amazing speech, these were my favorite parts:

“We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

“Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.


“This is the price and the promise of citizenship.


“This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.



“This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall,
and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.”

Holidays 2008

Welcome To My Hard Life


This is my room...

This is my room...

 I sleep with my breakfast table.  For some reason I don’t venture to that side of the bed.


...actually, it's a loft...

...actually, it's a loft...

 That triangle window at the top is a spunky little thing.

...and this is my bedside table...

...and this is my bedside table...

 I’ve got the Prada (x3), the red hearts, the blue venetian glass heart ties into the blue dots on the cream pitcher that I keep my retainers in, the faberge egg has its identical miniature, and all is at peace at my bedside.


...this is my storage space...

...this is my storage space...

 Got my boxes and my clothes, and my unusually folded laundry…

...and this is my closet...

...and this is my closet...

 Spunky little thing as well, but it does the job.  My painting by Stacia Brady, I bought it when I was 10 in increments of $20, my koi fish for perserverence and my plant (that I love and nuture :)) window... window... Obama poster... Obama poster...

 Big day is tomorrow!!! bulletin board... bulletin board... my wedding... my wedding...

 My veil is unconventional…


...later that night...

...later that night...

 …and I like to do the twist.


mid-january camping trip

mid-january camping trip



the camping crew

the camping crew

And earlier that week...

And earlier that week...

 (during an 80 degree January)


...i LIVE here?!

...i LIVE here!


Holidays 2008

My Amazing Grandma Connie

On her website she wrote this beautiful piece that I only just discovered:

“Now that I have reached the younger aspect of my old age, I realize that all my life I have known that matter is imbued with spirit. It makes no difference what we call this energy: God, The Implicate Order, or Friend. A holy, invisible web underlies our material existence. 

“For me, the process of creation is the concentration of my attention on wood, stone, or clay. When I first began, I trembled with respect and honor for the material. Now, I wait until a conversation between my mind and the material begins. It is a dialogue.

“The work is a compromise between the original image and the resistance of the wood to take shape. How do I know when to begin? When a force is kindled in my heart. When do I stop work? When there is a quiet sense of completion.”

Connie Butler


I admire this woman to no end.  Words cannot properly express our relationship;  it is of the deepest understanding that one can imagine.  Understanding, and love unlike anything I’ve ever felt.  I have much to learn from her… I feel like an apprentice of her wisdom.  I love her so much, and I’m proud that she knows it.