Tag Archives: Friends

The happiest place on earth is just inside my ribcage.

Yes, I feel cheesy enough right now to write an embarrassing blog title.

I can’t remember a time when we lived close to family. Visits to see my grandparents and cousins were special occasions – holidays or birthdays, always bookended with long car rides home. In some ways, the distance forced us to make the time together more meaningful with longer hugs, more elaborate meals, more “I love you”s. I’ve always felt a deep love for and from my family…but I’ve also felt far away from them.

As an adult living half a country away, with (wonderful) in-laws living in a whole other region altogether, it’s only gotten harder to bridge that gap.

But sometimes, amazing nuggets of opportunity to connect with family pop up – like this last weekend.  I got to spend time with my cousins Bianca and Laurel, Laurel’s boyfriend Adam, and our baby cousin Nichole. And, for once, living in Southern California worked in my favor because we all met here so we could go to DISNEYLAND. Plus, we got to spend that day with some of my west-coast friend-family – Beck, Ben, Mike and Jessie.

You know that feeling you get right after you open a present on Christmas morning and it’s exactly what you wanted? I had that feeling all weekend.

We got to be silly and have fun, and we got to indulge one little girl and make her feel like a princess all weekend.

Nichole and Bianca - The coldest beach visit EVER.

A thoughtful moment.

*grin*

So much conviction. So much pretty.

The obligatory teacup ride.

Seconds after I took this picture she said,"That was probably my best smile ever!"

The best part is that this is turning in to a full week of family time. Tomorrow, James and I are going to celebrate our second anniversary with wine and scrabble. On Wednesday, I’ll be flying home to Missouri to spend some time with my parents while my mom is on spring break. I’m going to get to play pool with my Grandpa in Nebraska and spend some sweet time with my Grandma in Iowa. My heart is a deep down kind of happy.

(You can see some of Beck’s awesome pictures of the friends on her blog post here. Somehow, I didn’t get many publishable pictures of the friends – I’m guessing since my camera was trained on Nichole all day. The testament of my friendship is that I’m NOT going to post the most awesome picture of Jessie ever, featuring her showing us how to properly eat a bread bowl.)

Girls Night – Breaking Dawn

I am so so so excited to share this with you all. Last weekend, a few of the girls got together to watch that horror of horrors: Breaking Dawn (part 1) annd….we kinda filmed our reactions.

Just be forwarned about three things:

1) the sound can get a little loud since we do a fair amount of squealing.

2) there may or may not be one or two swear-type words in here (but not many), so if you are sensitive to that it may make you a little uncomfortable.

3) if you are a dyed in the wool “I LOVE TWILIGHT AND EVERYTHING THAT SPARKLES” type person, this is not the video for you. Because we are not those people.

 

2 O’clock Critics: Battle: Los Angeles

Last night we saw one of the best worst movies of all time.

A short disclaimer:  if you go see Battle: Los Angeles in a theater and you end up thinking it’s laughable (as 70% of our theater did)

and you decide to laugh without abandon

at parts that were intended by the directors and the actors to be emotionally tense and serious, be prepared to leave the theater and jump in to your car as fast as possible afterwards if there were members of the audience who were/are Marines.

There was a small *ehem* misunderstanding outside the theater afterwards for us.

Really, the reasons we found this movie funny had NOTHING to do with disrespect for members of the armed forces.  They had everything to do with disrespect for bad, bad film making.

That said, here is what we thought after seeing Battle: Los Angeles:

 

 

Chrismas at Law School

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: working at a Law School is never something I would have *picked* for myself. In second grade, I still drew pictures of myself as a cheerleader when we were asked to imagine what we were going to be in 20 years.

20 years! Oy…
And I never was a cheerleader.

But sometimes, sometimes I look around this place and realize I love it here.

This is my breakroom:

There is art and history everywhere I turn:

And I’ve gathered a following of students and staff who come to my office for a cup of tea, or a granola bar, or an ear to listen.

I love my ‘regulars’ and I look forward to seeing them every day.

There’s one student I see almost every day who is arguably one of my favorite people on the planet. She’s eccentric to the bone and always has something to say that surprises me.

Yesterday, she charged in my office, obviously in a rush to get somewhere else. She was there and gone in an instant, wearing big earrings with plastic cherries dropping to her neck, matching lipstick and little black cat ears pinned in her hair.

She waved and smiled and put this on my desk saying she saw it at a thrift store and thought of me:

So. I make people think of Santa. He’s kind of like a cheerleader.

I guess there are worse things :)