Love it!

I’m a little slow to get on the bandwagon sometimes but I’ve made it on finally. There’s been some great posts about fabulousness that is dearly loved by the super fun citizens of blogland and I just had to follow suit. 

I love the first real day of spring when the sun is out, there’s a breeze and it’s warm enough to be outdoors without anything more than a spring dress. I love waking up without an alarm to sunshine streaming through the windows. I love the intense color of Gerbera daisies and the calm, aloof beauty of calla lilies.

I love real, handwritten letters and cards. I love those instances where you know exactly what the other person is thinking at that moment. Having friends who you have known so long and so well that you can communicate perfectly in silence. I love black and white photos. Football. I love football with all my heart and soul, almost as much as I love shoes…but not quite because shoes were my first love. I love watching sporting events live, at the game.

I love frosty winter days when the snow outside can be ignored in favor of hot chocolate, a blanket, a good book and the couch. Pashmina shawls. I love lazy afternoons with friends. Turtleneck sweaters that envelope you in warmth. I love climbing into bed after its been made with freshly washed sheets.

I love reading the newspaper on Sunday morning with a perfect cup of coffee. When a song you love comes on the radio while driving. I love the smell of baking, especially when it overtakes the entire house and I love baking for others. I love the softness of Gap socks. I love stepping into a hot shower after a long day. I love the way roses unfurl and tulips unfold themselves.

I love chocolate cupcakes and a glass of milk. I love the Little Debbie cupcakes. Love them. The thickness of chocolate milkshakes. I love Nutella straight from the jar. Dense, gooey chocolaty brownies. I love the colorfulness of M&Ms candy in a bowl and the absolute divine perfection of chocolate fondue. Actually…I love all things chocolate.

I love being the first person my younger brother always comes to for help (even though its always because he’s done something ridiculously stupid and the solution is a huge pain in the ass).  I love that my dad, when he used to drive me places, always insisted that he drop me off at the door. I love squeezing a new tube of toothpaste from the middle.

I love the feeling of having accomplished something, of having learned something new and of having mastered a new skill. I love the moment when you know you have completed something. I love celebrating the milestones of everyone’s lives.

I love that a jean skirt and cute flip flops are enough to look stylish and pulled together in t he summer and knowing that an ice cream cone would be the perfect accessory. I love long strands of pearls and red nail polish. I love sharing that last cookie with someone else. Making s’mores and being covered in marshmallow goo. I love birthdays for the chance to tell people how much they rock…and then getting them drunk. I love sleepovers.

I love long lazy afternoons on a patio with friends and nights spent dancing at our favorite bars. I love that through all the changes in our lives, the different paths we have taken, and with the distance between us I am still friends with the same girls I met the first week of high school. Sipping lattes and reading magazines with my best friend. I love casual get togethers and hanging out on the couch.  I love getting dolled up in flouncy dresses and going out for a night on the town.

 

Slippery Slope

It all started with Grey’s Anatomy towards the end of the third season. Before that the only reasons I turned on the TV were football and hockey. Then I saw an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, season two, at the insistence of a friend…although…I’ll be honest…it was the red shoes in the opening credits that really got my attention. Anyone know where I can find them? I had dreams about those shoes…

So yes, it all started with Grey’s Anatomy. Then the occaisional episode of How I Met Your Mother while I did my nails. Then Kate Walsh got her own show and so I watched a couple episodes of that. Of course Friends reruns are on all the time so those were good to have on in the background while I was cleaning or cooking or doing other stuff.

Then I just had to know what the whole Hills craze was and of course it was like a car accident, I couldn’t NOT watch. Besides Lauren and her friends have some great clothes. So Monday nights found me and a friend on the couch watching the Hills and wondering why Audrina was so infatuated with the grossness that is Justin Bobby.

Then I found myself plopping down in front of the TV randomly…to unwind for a moment…while I ate dinner…to flip channels mindlessly…to help me procrastinate from doing the dishes…

And now, no longer the girl who just didn’t ever watch TV has reached a new low. 

I have a confession blogland. Last night? Like the Sunday before, I purposely turned on the TV in order to watch…Keeping Up With the Kardashians.

 

 

(Thanks for all the good wishes and cyber chicken soup! *muah* You’re great!)

Flats

One pair of flats. Simple, black, ballet flats.

These flats are going to be the bane of my existence for the next month or so.

We could talk about how I’ve been home with the flu and a pinched sciatic nerve. How I didn’t make the Leafs game, the Raptors game, my friend’s birthday celebrations or …well…anywhere. We could talk about how much time I’ve spent flat on my back staring at the ceiling, bored out of my mind and being annoyed with whoever painted the apartment for doing such a crappy job on the ceiling. There are BUBBLES!!!

We could talk about how incredibly painful and debilitating sciatica is. We could talk about the personal pharmacy I have on my kitchen counter. We could talk about my new found pill addiction and my inability to drive or the days when I couldn’t walk more than about five steps or stand for more than a couple minutes at a time. But we won’t talk about that.

Because we could talk about my fabulous friends who have come over to visit with meds, food, DVDs and books to help keep me entertained. My friend who, having just come back from a trip in sunny California and having no sleep came straight to my house with meds and food because she knew I hadn’t done groceries in about two weeks. Another friend who, on her first day at her new job, drove me across the city in rush hour to the doctor and then to the pharmacy and then across the city again. My mom who did my groceries, visited me and cooked. My best friend who made pancakes, sent me entertaining emails and tried to convince me to go to emerg. My amazing boyfriend who brought me yet more meds, suffered through scores of girly movies and cleaned my kitchen. Who sold his tickets to the basketball game to bring me dinner and keep me company instead. I am so fortunate to have fantastic people in my life who take care of me when I need it.

And one pair of flat shoes. I’ve been forbidden by the doctor to wear heels, I am only allowed flats. In which I can’t walk. Somehow I apparently lack the ability to walk in flats; instead I stumble like a drunk and trip over my own ballet flat encased feet. But I’m walking! Not far or fast…but I’m walking again! At least I’m walking!