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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle?!



My cousins and I - all eleven of us - are amused by this every year at our annual OBX trip.  We call it "Mento Madness."



My dad is the coordinator.  Because he's awesome.



Relishing my home life.

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clicking your heels together three times just doesn't cut it




You gotta DANCE in those ruby reds - all the way home!



(finally!) Wednesday.



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uh...yup.



Same thing goes with graduate school professor's e-mails.




Happy Wednesday. 


Spontaneously off the next three days.  Going home to Richmond.


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Monday, April 25, 2011

all the single ladies!



"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord. 'Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.  You will seek me and find me with you seek me with all your heart.  I will be found by you,' declares the Lord, 'and will bring you back from captivity."


Jeremiah 29:11-14





Happy Monday!


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Monday, April 18, 2011

this is just the sort of trite thing this blog needs

The scene: My front porch on a bright, sunny day in Virginia Beach.

I was painting my fingernails Sally Henson's "Red Zin" and talking to my friend Barbara about the woes of this final week of our first year at Regent.  

A call beeps in - it's my neighbor - I politely ignore the call.  The girl talk was too good on the other end, I'll call him back.

As I continued to stroke my nails a deep red, I hear footsteps marching up the steps to my apartment.  It's my neighbor.  He signals me to get off the phone and follow him.

"Hold on!" I mouth to him, trying to listen to Babs.

"My neighbor is getting rid of his kitchen table, do you want it?"

I did.

I quickly hung up the phone and followed him to his neighbor's apartment. 

After a quick inspection and writing a one-hundred dollar check my seven month long quest to find a kitchen set is complete.

And the best part?



It totally has fruit painted on it.





Oh yeah, baby!


Happy Monday (what's left of it!)



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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

all hail the queen!

 Congratulations to Ashley Smith, Regent University M.B.A. Journalism student - 2011 Miss Virginia!

Of course, I couldn't resist.





Fine dining at the restaurant tonight (my favorite!).  Happy Wednesday!


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Monday, April 11, 2011

here is my final thought on the matter



Oh, Ella.  I love you.

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this has literally been stuck in my head for four solid days







I know I need help.  I just don't want it.



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If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here.

If the flesh that i fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared.




Happy Monday!


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

hello, norfolks!




A foggy and overcast day in Norfolk, VA.  I was in town for the Society of Professional Journalists conference at the Waterside Marriot.

And by visit the conference, I mean accidentally crash a Virginia Press Association meeting then skip across the street to visit a little bookstore/coffee shop called "Prince Books" where I bought three books including a young adult novel by John Green titled "Will Grayson Will Grayson."

Then I looked at the pretty boats on the pretty water.

So.  Productive day?  Very official. 



Happy Sunday!

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

it is a truth universally acknowledged

that time spent doing what I love flies by.  And time at work

tends





to


slow


painfully



(very painfully)



down.



Especially when it's a night of refilling drinks, clearing plates and small - though very much appreciated - tips.




Where do the hours between 9 and 3 go? 



Time to put on my high starch collar and bright green tie.




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delightful

I can't wait to go back to taste unlimited.  A 2010 "Best of Chesapeake" 
winner from the Virginian Pilot.

 Of course I opted for the Chesapeake crab cake sandwich.  The most delicious thing ever.  Babs and I also bough lemon squares, however mine didn't last long enough to take a photo of it.  That good.
 I'm reminded of a scene from the 1953 Doris Day film Calamity Jane.  She marches into a bar after driving a stage coach across Illinois and orders a Sarsaparilla all mean and tough-like.  So cute.
Hey, if the drink lid says it, I guess I have to do it.
 Statues in the 2X4 museum at the Virginia First Landing State Park.  Peace.  We just want peace.
Beautiful displacement.




Do I need to consume these photos with words?  Or may I just let them speak for themselves?

I will say this: it was the windiest day EVER.  I have sand in places...well, let's just say, I'm still finding sand.

I took half the beach home with me in my book bag - which in essence is pure joy, except when I pulled out a notebook at a meeting and sand sprayed everywhere.  There is a time and place for everything, and sand does not belong at business meetings.



Happy Thursday!

(pasta night).


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Monday, April 4, 2011

have a little faith



Kelli O'Hara from the Broadway revival of Rodgers and Hammerstein's South Pacific.

Right before her character, Nellie Forebush, bursts into this song - she speaks about the war, and how the world around her is falling apart.  All of her friends, her family, even her own mother doubt there is any beauty left in the world.

Not her.

Despite the fact that she is a nurse in the Great War she says she "can't work herself up to getting that low."

I feel that way a lot. 

Working in a restaurant.  Surrounded by greed.  In a place where many people - not all, but many - don't follow through.  Just living life trying to squeak by. 

It can really mess with your mind. 

Finally last night, it was as if my head fell into itself.  All of the walls I have built up against people were destroyed.

Yes, people screw up.  People are imperfect.  I am people.  I am imperfect. 

But I refuse to believe that this place we inhabit for just a short whisper of time is void of all beauty and freedom.  I can't work myself up to getting that low.









There is truth in this world, and I'm going to find it.  It's okay to have faith in people.  It's okay to acknowledge there is, yes, evil in this world, but also there is good.  There is good.  There is good.

So what if they call me a "cockeyed optimist?"

Happy Monday!

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

this week's "you go girl" moment is brought to you by TOWANDA!

She is your instant source of gumption when you need it the most in your life.




Happy Saturday...y'all.

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