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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 :)

hoooray!

one of my dearest and oldest friends got engaged last night!

congrats matt and lara :)

please let me help plan your wedding. k, thanks, bye.

next Christmas

too bad i didn't find this site 3 weeks ago. i would have asked for a thru q for Christmas.

especially this one -

dear Santa, please take note.

hearts and hugs, elle

6.2

i find that snow regresses my age quite significantly. i couldn't sleep past 6 am on the morning of the impending nor'easter. thank the Lord for snow ... in all of it's glittery, powdery, magical goodness.

it's perfect white blanket made me contemplate all the wonderful metaphors for the season, God's love, and His plans for us. it makes the world seem new again. it unifies us. makes everything beautiful in an otherwise dreary and gray world. reminds us of what a great God we serve - one that can show Himself in wondrous ways.

saturday night p.j. and i contemplated what christmas movie to watch (it only seemed right, with snow on the ground and all). we 'discussed' this decision for quite some time, finally ending on 'holiday inn' - a classic. i fell asleep halfway though.

on sunday we went caroling to the elderly from our church that don't normally get to sunday services. they were so thankful and their faces said it all. when we got to a nursing home, my spirit was crushed - so many left behind. just sitting. who's loving them? caring for them? showing them that they are special? it was in those moments that God really smacked me in the face with how blessed i am. how wonderful it is to have someone walk beside you in life. someone to take your hand and help you through it all. and someone to decide what christmas movie to watch on a snowy saturday night.

to quote one of p.j.'s favorite christmas movies (shhh ... don't tell)

'love actually is all around'

i forgot this existed

how i love thee

and quite sad, because i forgot about this song/album until today. how dare i forget an indie christmas.

the sad melodies (and lyrics) of the majority of the songs threaten to put me in a funk. but i shall instead remember all the blessings of the season.

my winter song ...

i was better in college

instead of getting down to business and completing all of the tasks in front of me, i frequently find myself overwhelmed, discouraged, and sitting on the couch. i have so much to do, i can't get myself to do any of it.

i want to decorate our house for christmas (because, let's face it, it IS the most wonderful time of the year) but i can't bring myself to do it. i want to organize our clothes. but i can't. i want to scrub the bathrooms and kitchen til my reflection gleams in their outdated counter tops. but i can't. i want to get rid of everything that we don't need or use. but i can't. i need to finish unpacking and put everything in its place. but i can't.

in college we had deadlines. paper due november 12th. presentation on the 17th. group projects, essays, online assignments, meetings. i would procrastinate til the cows came home, but i was better under pressure and got it done. i didn't always love what i handed it, but i was proud that i waited that long and still pumped it out and got it handed in.

then you graduate and life still has deadlines, but they aren't the same. the consequences don't seem as immediate or terrible. so the living room is dusty. important paperwork in thrown in a drawer. your 'handwashables' don't get handwashed. the extra bedroom is mess and completely not functional. this is not to say that our house is in shambles. but i know i could do a better job ... right now i'm giving myself an F in domesticity.

maybe that's what i need to do - create a schedule of deadlines in my head (or on paper) for everyday tasks. set realistic goals and get things done. GET THINGS DONE. tackle one thing at a time, not 37.

perhaps this wasn't the best time of the year to have this revelation. but maybe it was. i excelled at the end of semesters - when the pressure was on. well, elle, it's crunch time again, are you going to rise or fall?

#19

i just came home from the dentist - probably my most hated place on the face of this sweet earth. seriously. cannot stand it. it might be because i have this recurring nightmare that all of my teeth fall out. i'm always in what seems like a normal situation, when i start spitting my teeth out and i can feel my bare gums. i normally wake up, and touch each of my teeth to make sure that they are still intact. *shivers*
anyway, i hadn't been there for like 2 years because of college/insurance and dragging my little feet. so i get there, have to fill out what seems like a ridiculous amount of paper work just because my name and insurance changed. i promise i'm still the same person. cross my heart.
and then they call me in - insert death march music. it changed very little in two years. except the chairs are all new and space-age looking. neat.
what does the dentist really do? pokes at each of my teeth, tells me i have a tiny cavity on number 19 and goes on about his evening. then the silly hygienist rapes my gums. she used some sonic pulse thing because my teeth are "tight". creeped me the heck out. it was vibrating and shooting water everywhere. and then she got my hair caught in the spit sucker upper thingy. very professional.

there is no real moral to this story. or point. just that i wish a plague on both their houses.

well, that's not quite fair. it's not their fault entirely. but still, it will take me days to recover from this.

this is new

so, people have been telling me for quite some time that twitter is awesome and i should have a blog. now, i thought twitter was dumb. and last night i started tweeting. the next logical step is get a blog and ramble on about music, silly youtube videos and weird things that happen in my life. this may become an obsession, like other things have in the past. case in point: i used to whine incessantly about how annoying high school musical was. now, i love it. i'm not sure when i decided that made-for-tv musicals geared toward 4 year olds were awesome, but i somehow made the switch. perhaps i'll start loving this too ...