superbowl...

yeah saints!!  great job. we knew you could do it.  i have a confession to make about the superbowl... i missed half of it. just got preoccupied.  but it's all about the buffalo wings and the nachos anyway right? 

dream of spring....

i am really fussy about perfume so i am not sure i would even like this.  but this commercial by sofia coppola for miss dior chérie is incredibly sweet. i love everything about it, especially the pink dress. definitely makes you crave spring.

weekend....

umm hope yours is fun.  i just can't stop looking at this picture.  i mean are you kidding?

sometimes i just have to admit defeat....

i am not strong enough to watch this without crying.. i mean really crying....sometimes i guess it's good to cry.   enjoy your ordinary day...



love, me xo

today...

i am struggling with a brutal week at work. or as the brits would say - the week has been total rubbish!
a few years ago my job took me on one of my first trips abroad. it was a wonderful trip, magical and exciting. there was something about nightfall in france and i vowed to return. i know someday i will. i will be strolling down cobblestone streets again and drinking copious amounts of café au lait at a curbside café. the kind of trip that makes you feel like you have been thrust back in time. sort of like a dream.
these pictures make me smile.

thoughts...

recently a few of my friends lost their parents. this is certainly never an easy time. but on a good note these people have lived very good, long, lives which somehow is helpful. i've become preoccupied with my own demise. i have a lot of opinions on how things should be when i pass, and now is the time when i intend to make my wishes known. i hope i have fifty more years in which to change my mind. ok - well maybe that's pushing it.
i read the obituaries almost every day. first i scan them for something interesting, and then i pick a few and read them. sometimes i happen upon somebody i actually know, and that gives me a little thrill. not thrilled that they're dead. just thrilled that i found them.

i think i like obituaries because they all have a subscript, and i like to try and figure it out. i make up stories in my head, it's like a puzzle. how did they die? how did they live? what do we have in common? is anyone glad they are gone?

here are my obituary requirements:

first off if there is going to be a picture it should be a current picture, not a picture from when i was 25 and i am now dead at 90. better yet, maybe two pictures: one where i am young and cute (everyone is cute when they are young) and one where i am old and not so cute. these pictures serve to remind people i knew that i used to be cute, and to remind young and cute people that someday they are going to be old and not as cute.

it must give the cause of death. the lowell sun sometimes gives the cause of death, which saves me time in trying to figure it out.

i want it to mention all of my siblings,my parents, descendants by name, all of my husbands, kids, grand kids, etc. and if i had any "special companions" at time of death, including cats (which if you know me will never happen).

i want it to be amusing and tell a story. i don't have anything interesting about my life like serving in a war, so it's going to have to be creative. please don't put in anything embarrassing.

the rest of the details can be filled in later. applications for consideration in writing my obituary can be submitted to my email. sample flattering obits can be submitted for special consideration. bylines are negotiable. since all of my siblings should still be alive when I go, (well at least most of them) they should start writing now.








i like this obit - she sounds fiesty.

xo

hello...

this morning the sun hung low in a cold morning sky.
i woke up to chill and darkness.
then i realized it was a new week, and a new month, february, the month of love.
things come in due time.
it's clear as a bell to me now.
and a person can find comfort in that.
my weekend was nice.
had some pizza with the family.
snuggled some sweet, sweet boys.
had dinner with friends.
sipped some wine.
was sure i saw tom hanks and lance armstrong.
maybe it was the wine.
lingered over coffee.
laughed at some jokes.
slept in.
got pampered.
ate some delicious sushi in a hidden spot.
dreamt of summer days, ones that allow you to dry clothes out on a line,
the kind of day where the chill from the margarita you are holding chills your summery hands.
it's coming, i know it is.
love, me xo