Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Dear Lizzie


Today is your birthday.
And I have to admit that we barely spoke about that tonight on the phone.
I chewed your ear off about all my unimportant problems.
Even though it was your birthday.
And you didn't care.
You just listened.
Because that's the kind of friend you are.

You are someone who is kind.
And smart.
And insightful.
And good at so many things.

Remember when we first met?
I was freaking out and crying.
Typical.
And you hated me.
Also typical.
But then we were cast together in that one show?
And we were forced to be sisters.
And then we actually became sisters.

Remember when you got married?
You let me pick your wedding colors.
Because those were the colors that matched my dress.
I insisted that I would be your maid of honor.
Not because you asked me to.
But because I was not about to let you walk down the aisle without me by your side.
We stood there, next to the waterfall, as you said your vows and chose to spend the rest of your life with the wonderful man who is now your husband.
I cried again.
Of course I cried.
I was so happy for you.

Remember when I called you with a huge crisis?
I needed your help immediately.
I needed your advice.
I needed you to listen to me and tell me what to do.
Except...that seems like it happens all the time.
So, maybe we won't go there.

There are so many facets to you, Lizzie.
So many things that you're good at.
Writing.
Teaching.
Singing.
Acting.
Knitting.
Eating spicy tuna rolls.
All the important stuff in life.

You are so wizened and well-versed.
Yet you love anything that sparkles.
And candy.
And glitter.
And crafts.

We have been through so much together, you and I.
But after all the boys and the drama and the stupid people in the world (not us, of course), you are always there for me. And I for you.
I know I probably don't say it enough, but I would be lost without you.

Sometimes I feel lost.
And misunderstood.
Yet somehow, you always know that right thing to say.
The reasons why I feel the way I do.
Because you've been there.
You've been where others have not.
No one understands me quite like you do.
Everyone needs someone like that in their lives.

Lucky, lucky girl am I.

You never cease to amaze and inspire me.
You will always and forever be my Sistah.



Happy birthday, my dearest friend.
I love you.

Whoa Dere.

So, Tuscaloosa is being EVACUATED?

Did I mention that my best friend lives there?
Because she does.

Apparently, the windows in her house were BLOWN OUT.
What the heck, Mother Nature?

In case there was any sort of question as to the validity of this, here's a picture of her and a family friend being evacuated from their neighborhood (which was tweeted by The Weather Channel! Celebs!):


Stay strong, Bama.

Update:

We lost.

I'm thinking of a four-letter word.
It starts with F.
And it is not FAIL.
Although that might be appropriate.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Coming to You Live...

..from the seventh game of the Stanley Cup Quarter-Finals.
In my living room, of course.
I choose to post because I am FREAKING out right now.
It is almost midnight, and we are literally screaming at the television.
I need something else to focus on, or I might self-destruct.

Do not ever, EVER question my love for the Blackhawks, or this sport.

PS- Corey Crawford is soooo money.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

This Might Just Be...

...the cutest video ever.

<br/><a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/penguin-loves-to-get-scratched/20o232tg?src=v5:embed:&fg=sharenoembed" target="_new"title="Penguin Loves To Get Scratched">Video: Penguin Loves To Get Scratched</a>
A thousand times, yes.

Monday, April 18, 2011

This is what a healthy relationship looks like

Via text.

Boyfriend: Next time you come over, can you bring my clothes.

Me: Yes. Is this your way of telling me we're breaking up.

Boyfriend: No. This is my way of telling you I have no lounging clothes and I think you may be a hoarder.


So what?
So maybe I have three pairs of his sweatpants and two sweatshirts and four t-shirts and two pairs of basketball shorts?
Like that should really make *that* much of a dent in a person's wardrobe.

Have you seen this?



You're welcome.

In with the In-Crowd

You guys.
I just got an e-mail telling me inviting me to join Pinterest.
Do you know what that means?
I'm IN.
I am totally a cool kid now.

To celebrate?
A picture.

from here.

Yes.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

An Empty Bookcase

A few days ago, my Mom asked me the name of the last book I read.
And you know what?
I couldn't remember.
Translation = THAT SUCKS.

So, I'll make ya'll a deal: you suggest some titles to me, and I shall read them.
Okay?
Okay.
Read: I am soliciting some advice from you, Internets
Particularly if your name is Lizzie or Molly Beth.
Anyone else is welcome to participate, as well.

As of this moment, I have A Wolf At The Table on my nightstand.
Any other brilliant ideas?

I know I can count on you guys...

from here.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Another Obsession?

So.
It's not as though I need another internet-related obsession.
I'm sure we've already established this.
See, that's what I thought.
Until I discovered this.
Oh, Pintrest.
Where have you been all my life?

I haven't quite figured it out yet.
Basically, it's just a bunch of awesome people posting the awesome things that they find on the internet. And in life, I guess.
Apparently, it's pretty exclusive because I requested an invite via the website, and promptly received and e-mail saying that the site was "still in private beta."
Whatever the heck that means.
So for now, I am relegated to simply perusing the coolness of others.
Which is okay for the moment.
Until I get sick of it.
Or the website decides to be in "public beta."
Whatever the heck that means.

In any event, here's some neat-o things that I've found today!

from here.
Dinner!


from here.
Heaven!


from here.
Agreed!


from here.
Where my peeps at?!


from here.
I could probably handle this!


from here.
If anyone needs me, I will be here!


from here.
Yup!


from here.
I love love LOVE this bracelet!*
*And my mother would definitely kill me dead if I bought it.


from here.
I could get down with these.


from here.
BABY HIPPO!


from here.
A graphical comparison of the amount of ink used when printing with eight common fonts!


Admit it.
You're kind of in love now, too.


Wisdom

from here.

"Faith is what you have in things that don't exist. Your awesomeness is real."
-Homer Simpson.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Floating Away

from here.

I really need to go to stop looking at We Heart It and go to bed.
Or something like that.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Bricks and Ivy

One of my favorite things about spring, aside from the whole sunshine and warmth thing, is the intercession of the seasons of hockey and baseball.
And, if one is a citizen of the great city of Chicago as I am, it is a great time of year to be a sports-fan indeed.

Today was opening day within the friendly confines of Wrigley Field.*

*Please note: I am a Cubs fan. I have been all my life. Yes, I am used to disappointment. No, it does not change my mind, nor do I wish to pledge allegiance to another team. Sorry if that offends you. I am a Cubs fan because I love baseball, I love Chicago, and I love what the legacy of the team and the fans represent-- loyalty. We may not have the best record in the league, but we damn well have the most resilient fans Aaannnd....end rant.


It was freezing.
It was raining.
It was windy.
And we lost.

But that's okay.
Because I still got to eat peanuts and watch batting practice and make fun of all the drunk people around me.
AND.
I got to wear a rain poncho.
When was the last time you wore one of those?!
Am I right?

In honor of the start inauguration of baseball season 2011 and my favorite baseball team and the fact that I'm going to see Eddie Vedder June 28th at the Chicago Theater, I give you this lovely montage.