This is very eye opening. We are our own worst critics, and we judge ourselves so much more harshly than we deserve. It would be very interesting to try this and to see the difference between how I would describe myself, and how a stranger would describe me.
Find out more, here.
Love this.
Tonight I’m going to see my favourite band, Lucero, at the Fillmore. I bought tickets in February, and have pretty much had to forget about it because whenever I think about it I get too excited to do anything else.
I don’t remember the day, but I remember exactly where I was the first time I heard them. I was sitting on the chair at my desk in our first apartment in Hawaii, and my roomie’s boyfriend was downloading random songs, and came across one of their albums.
As soon as he started playing Here at the Starlight, I got a tingle from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I loved them immediately. By the time I had listened to My Best Girl, and Night’s Like These, it was over for me. That was about 4 years ago, and since then they have gotten me through every sadness, every heartbreak, homesickness and sleepless night, and every rainy day.
When I moved to California, and I had no friends, no job, no family and I missed the island so badly that I couldn’t sleep at night, I would put Lucero on my iPod on repeat, and let Ben sing me to sleep. It’s kind of funny how much of an effect you can have on someone else’s life without even knowing it.
Here are some of my favourite Lucero lyrics:
“She had a weakness for writersAnd I was never that good at the words anyways”- Night’s Like These
I spotted this book online a few days ago, and I think it’s super cute, and would make a good gift or stocking stuffer. You Are Good at Things: A Checklist by Andy Selsberg helps you to realize that even though you may not be a famous artist or concert pianist, there are plenty of ordinary, everyday things you are basically a master at.
I personally excel at getting the gas pump to stop on an exact amount, remembering quotes from movies and painting the nails on my right hand (I’m right handed). An area that I need work on, apparently, is thinking of things I am good at. I may have to invest in a copy for myself.
You can buy the book here.
This story will break your heart, just like it broke mine. I don’t think there is anything harder in life than watching someone you love in pain, and not being able to help them.
His photos are amazing. You can feel the bond they share, and how hard she was fighting, and he doesn’t need any words to tell their story.
My mom, sisters and I are doing the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in September, if you would like to sponsor us, you can do so here.
A few months ago I came across a website called Meetup.com. The basic premise of it is that it allows people to find other people with similar interests, and form groups around those interests.
There are so many different groups for people that love everything from reading, to chocolate, to wine, to motorcycles, to pub crawls, running, biking, photography, languages, etc. If you are looking for a group, chances are it already exists.
I thought it was a really great idea, especially in bigger cities, or places like the Bay Area where so many people are transient, and are looking to meet some new people. I immediately signed up for about 10 different groups, one for photography, one for running, a girl’s night out club, a book club, and a chocolate club. Obviously.
I’ve met a lot of really fun, really nice people since I moved here, but most of them live in the city, and it’s a bit of an ordeal for me to get home from the city after 8:00pm, so I figured it would be nice to meet some people my age, with similar interests, that live over where I live.
I’ve been to a few meets up so far, I was pretty nervous for the first one, it was at a girl’s house in Oakland, at night, and I was going there alone, so basically the set up to every scary movie that’s ever been made. It turned out to be really fun, I met a lot of nice girls, everyone brought something good to eat, that’s how I was introduced to the amazing-ness that is the flour-less chocolate cake from Tartine, and there was lots of wine.
Last weekend I met up with some ladies for a Sunday morning brunch/ book club. I was a bit younger than the rest of the ladies there, but we had some really interesting conversations, and it’s pretty neat how the most unlikely people can be brought together by the shared love of a good book. Also, I ordered eggs benedict and a mimosa. It was a good day.
I haven’t been to meet ups for all of the groups I’ve joined, a lot of the time the date, location or times don’t work out, but so far it’s been a great experience. I’d like to keep finding new groups and going at least once in awhile because I really like to meet new people and try out different activities, especially when I’m a little bit scared to do it.
If you’d like to learn more about Meet Up, or find some groups in your area, check it out here.
Feeling restless tonight…
For TBT, some old high school pictures.
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| I wonder what ever happened to that tshirt? |
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| iguanas in Mexico |
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| my best girls |
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| grad pictures |
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| loved the blue in my grad dress |
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| my dates for formal day |
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| my eighteenth birthday |
On our trip to Half Moon Bay this last weekend, we stopped by the Half Moon Bay nursery to see if they sold bonsai trees. They didn’t have what we were looking for, but it is the most adorable place in the world. I wanted to move in.
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| These remind me of Dr. Seuss. Thing 1 and Thing 2. |
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| They were also growing plants out of hanging coconuts |
I finally made it to Half Moon Bay last weekend, I’ve been wanting to go since we moved here. It was so beautiful, and it was a gorgeous day. We didn’t get to the Ritz Carlton or any of the little shops, we literally plunked ourselves down on the beach and laid there for hours. I did put my toes in the water, it was absolutely freezing.
I could spend every second of my life beside the ocean if I could.
“She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.”- White Oleander.
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| I like that you can see my dress in these 🙂 |
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| It was such a beautiful day |
loveliness. 