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because i don't know how to combine this and that at the moment, check it out!

LAX (Parts 1 & 2)

the final season of LOST starts tonight. i am super excited. SUPER EXCITED. my questions, they claim, will finally be answered. this my dear, has been a long time coming.

{cred}

way back when, before the third season began, we spent a summer, holed up in a living room with a make-shift tent (to give it the rustic feel it deserved) watching 2 to 3 heart stopping episodes a night. it was intense to say the least. we had a tent for crying out loud. and real plants. so you can understand the time, the effort, the tears, the frustrations that have gone into this crazy little thing they call LOST.

now hear me out. i frequently complain about this show. and act like i don't care. but deep deep down, i cannot bear to live another day without knowing if juliette is dead or if we'll ever see claire again. and why is there a fake locke? is jacob dead for reals? is boone coming back (cause that would be super since he's such a nice piece of eye candy)? I NEED ANSWERS!!!!!!

{cred}

i'll check in tomorrow. i'm sure nothing will be answered. and i'll be tired. and want to pull my hair out. but for the next 16 weeks, i will be glued to the TV at 9 pm on tuesday nights to witness THE FINAL SEASON.

romance

{get it now}

i adore this.
it would look so sweet in our (almost finished) dining room.
want. want. want.

lately

i've been getting pretty bad headaches daily. they aren't always the same kind, so i'm desperate to figure out what's causing them.

to help and remedy the situation, i've bought a new pillow, reimplemented the humidifier in our bedroom, and adjusted my monitor brightness at work. i have noticed that they are much worse during the week. coincidence? i think not.

perhaps it's the florescent lighting (we all know that it's not a girls best friend). the fact that it's an old farm house may also have something to do with it. or maybe just the stress of the week weighing me down?

i don't think i've ever had stress manifest itself in anything other than a zit or a big cry. perhaps it has all caught up with me. come to think of it, my muscles do seem quite tight and i haven't been sleeping as well as i used to. and it's not that i lay awake at night worrying about the days ahead. maybe it's just a general uneasiness about the future. sometimes the future can be quite scary.

well, here's to solving the problem! i know i don't have the answer, but i'm praying for some guidance to find it ...

love.

this is love in g-chat form:

dear husband, you don't need the coolest, newest apple stuff. we're not that baller. thanks.

EDIT: um, wait, it is kinda cool. you can get one if you share it with me :)

tonite is the nite

sweet sweetness. all of my stuff will FINALLY be moved over to the impressive iMac. including my zac efron background. and pictures. and music. and other important things.



sorry p.j. don't hate. you can have evangeline lily. i won't mind!

<3

wakinbing

so, it's not snazzy yet. this is because p.j. is a very busy man. everyone wants him to do their websites. he's pretty much superamazing.

and because of this, i have decided that my next blog post will be all about our travels together. i haven't decided if i want to go all oldschool and back to the days when we first began (which would require mad amounts of scanning, considering we began in pre-digital camera days), or just in our actual travels together. first, he'll have to put all of my pictures on our new-ish iMac. so, again, this will depend on him. perhaps i will give him a pep talk and make him something yummy for dinner. a few kisses probably wouldn't hurt either :)

to recap last night -
1. the palm rocked my socks. merri (our waitress) was ubernice. she even checked to see if some guy my mom thought was famous really was. turns out that he wasn't.
2. the show was spectac. i have no idea who played any of the characters because our seats were so poorly lit during intermission, but i don't care. we saw my aunt and uncle (who had stellar seats) and waved to them until they spotted us. this was mildly embarrassing, but i've gotten used to those sorts of situations when going out with my mom.
3. elphaba spoke a lot of her lines that were usually sung. this bummed me out at first. but then she belted the heck out of it when it really mattered.
4. the company was neato. i heart my momma, my betty, and my momma-in-law.
5. going into philly isn't hard or scary. and i impressed both momma's with my stellar navigating skills.
6. going to show on a weeknight might not be the best idea. but screw sleep.

i think those are the major important points.

hope you all had a wonderful wednesday :)

p.s. i just wrote a memo at work about a rooster up for adoption. i have the most random job.
p.p.s. the title of this post is crazy random. p.j. started using the word (that i believe was made up by his even more random coworkers). i decided to use it today in honor of him <3

something wicked this way comes

ahhhh! excitement abounds.

tonight, along with my momma, mother-in-law, and bestest friend, i will be witnessing - for the second time - WICKED!



we're seeing it at the academy of music, after we partake in some of restaurant week's finest at the palm.

my obsession with the show started in college after my brother's (then girlfriend) sang 'for good' at their spring high school choir concert. i was so impressed, i immediately ran home and began downloading the rest of the wonderful score. i was further enthralled after a friend of mine saw it and explained the plot to me - genius! i love that this is a side to the story that no one has ever considered.

so, when i got married in 2007, my wonderful new hubby presented me with tickets around Christmastime. so spectacular! i started tearing just walking into the gershwin. the show-stopper 'defying gravity' had me breaking into a full-out-tears-streaming-down-your-face kind of cry.

needless to say, i cannot wait. i read the book soon after seeing it on bway, and wasn't quite as impressed. it's much more complicated and political than the stage story. but it did get me into gregory maguire's other books.

so i will leave you with the lyrics that captured me on that day in june:

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a hand print on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend

it's tuesday nite

and this is what's for dinner ...

{realsimple}

and i am out-of-my-mind excited. i like pretending it's summer in the middle of winter :)

the mane problem

so i frequently struggle with my hair. i'm never quite happy with it and after about 5 months of the same style (or an attempt at growing it out) i get antsy. does anyone else have this issue? i'm currently thinking about bangs. big, chunky, ones like this -




not sure how this would look. especially since my hair is shorter at the moment. ugh. decisions decisions. the perils of being a girl.

resolutions coming soon

so i'm going to have my wonderfully tech savvy hubby give me some pointers on running this thing - so it can look nicer and do more. i'm very excited.

hopefully my next post will include all of my resolutions. so they're almost a month late ... it's ok :)