reverie

My sister got a new background for her blog so I decided to visit the site where she got it. I had only intended to browse, but then I saw the paisley design my blog is now sporting and I couldn't resist. :) Yeah, I'm a copycat, but I'm okay with that. Plus it's been over a year since I switched things up here; clearly it was time.

This piece was mostly written about the idea of a future someone, whom I do not yet know, though admittedly it was influenced by someone specific. Lately my thoughts have been dwelling on periwinkle dreams again and even on that specific man. Sometimes I wonder if God has been setting a plan in motion through everything that has happened in the 4 years since that writing. I really can't say for sure. My heart is very much in the habit of getting way ahead of me, so I'm trying just to relax and be patient and see what (if anything) happens. All I know for sure is that whatever and whomever God brings in my path, I trust that He will completely & delightfully surprise me. That's very exciting. :) Other thoughts have been dwelling on something my dear friend Shauna wrote in a lovely post over the weekend. The whole post is worth a read to be sure, but the part that's found itself bouncing about my head is this: Isn't that what we need to be for each othe

I got my nose pierced. :) Yeah, I know I'm a dork for taking this photo but I figure if painters can do self-portraits why can't photographers??

When people say something silly like, it was a red letter day they're talking about the kind of day I just had. I don't know where the phrase originated and why, nor do I care to look it up right now, but I can tell you that today my 27th birthday was completely delightfully, fabulously, wonderful. I'm really excited for this year in my life. Thanks to all of you who are a part of it in one way or another, you are truly appreciated. Pictures to follow, just too tired to deal with them now. I shall bid you adieu for the night and go to bed full of love, full of smiles, and full of great memories. :)

I emailed Frank, the owner of Doughboys to tell him how heartbreaking I found the story to be and to volunteer my time to help in anyway possible to help bring Doughboys back. He replied with the kindest email and news that reopening plans are in the works! I think this one is going to turn out right in the end and my heart delights in that. :)

The best place for Red Velvet cake in LA has closed. For your convenience, I've copied and pasted the story here. It's long, but worth a read I feel. Sometimes things go really really wrong. I have a hard time with that. What really happened to Doughboys (as posted on www.doughboys.net) I have heard many rumors about the state of Doughboys...what happened and why. But none of them even remotely accurate. I would like to set the record straight. And while it might seem a bit self- indulgent, it’ s my website, and if I can’ t do it here, where can I do it. It began as a wholesale bakery with an eye towards evolving into a café and retail bakery. I opened Doughboys in February of 1992 with 2 employees (both bakers) and myself. The front of the space was used to store flour, the rear was the bakery. We began with two customers. Towards the end of 1993, the restaurant adjacent to us became available. While I had no need of it at the time, I knew I would need it eve

so good! so good! so good! Inspired by Neil Diamond performing "Sweet Caroline" on the Grammy's tonight and my ever growing excitement at the nearness of Spring Training, I started putting together a Red Sox playlist tonight. Right now the only songs I'm sure will go on there are "Sweet Caroline" and Dropkick Murphys ' "Shipping Up to Boston." But I have found several lists of what songs each player requests to be played when he goes up to bat, so that will give me some ideas through which to sift. Have I mentioned how I love baseball? ;) Meanwhile, Manny Ramirez remains unsigned which is surprising to me. I'm really disappointed at how I feel (devil agent) Scott Boras is handling the negotiations. There's no reason why Manny shouldn't have been signed over a month ago with a greater contract than he has any hope of getting at this point. As much as I dislike how Manny acted toward the end of his time with Boston, I do t

wind whistles through the cracks of the old forgotten attic stirring dust from yellowed photographs the only reminders of lives long since passed and loves long since outlasted I feel like this is incomplete, but I've been sitting on it for 2 weeks without any idea of what it lacks, so there you have it.

This cycle never ends You gotta fall in order to mend It's a brand new day It's a brand new day For the first time In such a long long time I know, I'll be okay - Joshua Radin, "Brand New Day" This past week was one of the more difficult in the whole breakup/healing process for me. And the funny thing is that because of it, I'm actually getting to a better place. Finally. A lot has happened in my life over the past 2 years. None of which I could say I anticipated in the slightest. Some of it was amazingly wonderful. Some of it was fantastically craptastic. Because of it all, I've been thinking a lot about openness & honesty. At first I was planning on writing how honesty is always the best policy even when it hurts, but I've learned in this situation that the most hurtful honest feelings were the ones that were spoken and for some reason the most helpful honest feelings were the ones that were withheld. Sure, they would have had some sting

In my nearly 5 years of blogging, the only tradition I've kept well is my first day of February post. I'm pleased to bring you the 2009 edition today. Throughout the years I have posted several reasons why February is awesome. The only 2 that really seem to warrant mention at the moment are the quirky spelling and of course it's my birthday month! :) I'm pleased to report that February is off to a lovely start. January went out like an ugly, screaming banshee. Thankfully February is being far more congenial thus far. Today I was blessed to spend the afternoon with my good friend Jodi and reacquaint with her friend Sarah. We started off at a small bar just off the beach for snacks & the 1st half of the Super Bowl. I hate football, but enjoy the social aspect of the Super Bowl. At halftime we walked back to Jodi's apartment. We watched part of the 3rd quarter on the couch and then eventually ended up in Jodi's room, laying on her bed watching the sma