Monday, March 31, 2008

The Sting of Rejection

Meh. I've been rejected by a wedding blog. Meh.

I know that in the grand scheme, this will probably rank as one of the least significant moments of rejection in my lifetime (not like the time in fifth grade, when K. Sykes announced that I'd never get a boyfriend--in fifth grade). It is however, a bit of a blow to the withering writer in me.

This time last year I was writing at least ten pages a week, which felt like a lot to a girl who was juggling all things senior-year-of-college. Not exactly Dickens, but it was something. And I felt like I was writing with a little bit of GRIT, because I knew everything that landed on paper would eventually be seem by the beady little eyes of my Creative Writing professors, for better or for worse.

So now I'm writing about my wedding there, and the rest of my life here, but I'm hungry for that GRIT again.

Anybody want to have a writing party? Write five pages and have a swaparoo?

Saturday, March 29, 2008

dooce has great taste in art

I love it. Wish I had one to hang over my new couch (although our art project turned out pretty nicely, I think).

Are You Sick of This?

This talk of nannying and the children I love? Well, there's more.

Today I won a very competitive round of "Name That Baby Food: Jars SEALED Edition"...and let me tell you, folks, I got TEN out of TWELVE! Vacuum-sealed mac and cheese, I'd know you anywhere. Also the carrots, chicken dinner, peaches, green beans and peas. No mistaking those little suckers.

Then I went on to grill the mom-to-be on all her newest baby gear. Since it's totally my area. And I felt a little bad after I left because it was suddenly clear that I acted like the expert on nipples and carseats and breast pumps and diaper rash cream (versus ointment, even). And that was probably obnoxious. What can I say? Baby Bjorns are pretty much my life right now, and when I'm engaged in something as life-altering as wiping noses (and buns) all day, intense conversations about children are at the top of my brain.

Six months ago it was all I could hope for to be back with the kiddos, playing at the park all day long. And I'm still FOREVER glad I quit working for the EQ. She really was evil. But the grass is always greener, I guess.


In other, more grown-up (yet shallow) news, Dustin and I received our brand-new COUCH yesterday! Dustin can't enjoy it completely until he becomes my new roomie in June (ala the wedding day), but Kelsey and I will REAP it's benefits daily. Twice daily. Many times, daily.

It's HEAVENLY! I sat on it for approximately six hours, and there wasn't a leg cramp in sight. Until I can post a picture, let me tell you why it's an improvement:

1. It's chocolately brown, which somehow warms up our living room a whoooooole lot. I was worried it would make me feel even more claustrophobic in our cozy little apartment, but it doesn't. It just makes me want to have a dinner party. With TV trays, so we can all sit on it!

2. There are back pillows. Holla! Ikea can't even come close. And matching throw pillows. With orange and teal stripes. C-O-M-F-O-R-T.

3. IT HAS A CHAISE. That's correct. And it can be moved to either end. For maximum chaiseyness. Get on board the comfort couch.

Come on over, and you can lounge on my new couch, and I'll make you some tea.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Nia's Other Shining Moment

While on cellphone with beloved roomie, discussing loiterer on our front steps:


Monday, March 24, 2008

Nia's Greatest Hits

"Holly, I am very good at destroying. It's good for kids to be able to destroy things. It's very good for them."

"I know everything about everything."

"Can I dump this on you?"

Saturday, March 15, 2008


Sometimes, I'm frightened by how predictable I am. See Exhibit A: Stuff White People Like.

Now, Kelsey and I had a short discussion about the appropriateness of a blog like this. Is it really fair to declare these stereotypes, and for white people like me to read them and get a good laugh at how accurate they are? I'm still chewing on this, but in the mean time, TRY IT.

Also, read Dooce. She's just so funny.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

haiku fest

This day was not great.
Too many crying babies,
Too much to do here.

Scene from my Tuesday:
Cuddle, comfort, wipe up.
Fall into bed with big tears.

A quick email check
Leaves me feeling a bit sad,
No invite for me.

What's a girl to do?
Sleep it all off, go ahead
You deserve a break.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

this will make dustin cry.

If I had my way, this would be the inspiration for our entire home decor:

Thanks to Elizabeth Anne Designs for the pic, and for reading my wedding blog! I'm so flattered! ;)

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

christian siriano makes me smile.

Honestly, he's just so FIERCE. :)

Love him, even though at first I really didn't.