How is the week treating everyone? I’m particularly exhausted these days and that’s a silly thing since I had the weekend of dreams right there at Thanksgiving. I owe you things like Thanksgiving day pictures and Christmas decorations (sneak peek here) around the house (you know, those things that everyone simply must blog about but at what point do we tire of the same posts everywhere we go?), but for now I wanted to share with you my new little obsession.
Elephants. Baby elephants.
So deep and though-provoking, I know. But goodness, they are so cute all over my Pinterest boards. Would you like to see? Just promise me you’ll hum Colonel Hathi’s Elephant March from The Jungle Book while you do…. “in the military style….”
March on, my little elephants. It’s hump day and that means the weekend is closer than it’s been all week.
We’ve been married for over two years, lived together for over five, and been in love for over six. We’re maybe 2% of the way to “figuring it all out” and maybe 25% of the way past arguments, fights, disagreements, and annoyances. I still leave my wet towels on the floor after I shower. He still leaves dirty dishes spread throughout the house. I lose my temper almost immediately when he keeps the TV on all night watching stupid man shows. He cringes every time I want to leave a party early or just stay home altogether. We don’t always work and we know it.
Things go from good to great to bad to awful to okay to perfect to good and all the way back around in different patterns by the day, week, month and year. Sometimes perfect lasts months and then sometimes it just lasts an hour. Sometimes I’ll be dealing with something just terrible and ruin any chance we have for happiness. Other times he’s having a bad day and then for a wee little bit of time we’re feeling anything but marital bliss.
It’s hard. This whole together thing isn’t for the weak. And forever is a long time. Best not to go into it lightly, you know?
So here’s what we’ve figured out. We’re not perfect. He’s got quirks and I’ve got mine. We drive each other insane and we definitely have our own viewpoints. But the important stuff, well, that’s the stuff we agree on. So that’s how you build your happy life. Let the cracks settle and the edges wear down. Foundations do that sort of thing.
I think that’s where you find happy. It’s there.
The old fashioned apple pie is in the oven, the cherry’s cooling down, and the Marching Royal Dukes played a glorious tribute to to The Sound of Music on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I have a feeling this will be a wonderful holiday season.
Yesterday Alex and I spent the afternoon in Georgetown Christmas shopping for one another, something we haven’t ever done before. I just love the city at Christmastime. Isn’t it the greatest? The nip of the cold, the rush of the crowds, the cheer that the sales clerks miraculously hold hour after hour. And the hot chocolate. It’s perfect.
There’s much to be thankful for this year. Family, friends, jobs, marriage, kittens, homes… it’s a good day to feel thankful. There’s also this blog right here. I’m thankful for all of you readers. I’m thankful for blog friendships and thankful for blog posts and blog pictures and perhaps I’m just oozing with gratitude. How about that?
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Now I’m off to Richmond to see more loved ones. Rich indeed.
Good luck with your turkey comas, everyone.
So we haven’t been very active recently. And by we I really mean me, and then my husband who makes up the other part of the we has sort of taken it upon himself to follow my poor example.
I went in for my yearly checkup at the beginning of November and my gyno (whom I just love and I think that’s an important thing, loving your gynecologist) asked me if I was still exercising regularly and I shamefully said, for the first time in my life, “Not as often as I should.” Which, because we’ve been in that sort of intimate relationship that one only has with their lady doctor for a decade now, she knew really meant “I’ve worked out maybe once a week for over a month now and it’s becoming a bad habit.” And, also because she knows that I know better, she spared me the lecture. Just in case though, because I really didn’t want to hear it, I followed it up with an upbeat “I’ve been taking my vitamins daily!”
Well, I’m hear to tell you that I’ve discovered that turning point, the dreadful intersection of “you’ve got a fantastic metabolism and you can totally get away with eating pretty much anything and exercising moderately” and “you’re lazy, not eating well, and you’re body is turning to flub” and boy, it’s so sad to be here. Sigh.
Alas my late twenties are here and I think (no I know) it is time to start doing the responsible thing and get my butt back in gear. Or something like that. Fortunately everything from the closet still fits the same in a sort of magic trick that I am thanking Houdini for a million times over. But I had a craving for ice cream this weekend, I’ll be baking pies later this week for Thanksgiving, and, oh, there’s Thanksgiving and then another month’s worth of baking and partying and there’s just no way, Houdini. No way. I’ll be starting my new and dedicated exercise routine right away.
That’s all I’ve got.
A few weekends ago Alex and I met some friends at our alma mater James Madison University for some cornhole, tailgating, memory lane-ing, and good, collegiate fun.
JMU holds a special place in our hearts, but for awhile there we weren’t visiting much. The college has changed quite a bit since we were students. Some for the good, some for the bad. Isn’t that how it always goes? The golden years, the prime of your life, yada yada yada.
Either way, it was really, genuinely a wonderful weekend. I randomly ran into my college roommate, Alex ran into some old friends, and we spent a bit of extra time just wandering our old stomping grounds. We met the end of our junior year at JMU, at a friend’s 21st birthday party, so we spent all of our senior year together on that campus. It’s left us with fond memories that only the two of us share. And, actually, when one of us will bring a tiny moment up, we recall that those are memories that truly made us the couple we are today.
Aren’t beginnings just wonderful?
Okay, ready for a flashback? Here you go….
(sorry, I dug this up from an old Facebook album…. cameras have really improved, haven’t they?)
In the life I dream of, where there’s a money tree in the back yard that produces enough cash for me to own a rustic lodge in the mountains where I can retreat on summer weekends and through the entire winter, I spend the holidays draped in flannel, tartan, and fair isle.
Well, I kind of do anyway, but it just isn’t the same without the open fire, the chesnuts, hot chocolate, and snow falling in big, clumpy flakes day in and day out. Instead I guess I’m just trying to keep DC classy. And this gift guide is all about comfort, class, and the rustic feel that the holidays can (and should) bring out in our lives. My favorite from this list? The fair isle throw blanket. I’m a throw horder.
1. Ex-Boyfriend Flannel Shirt 2. Fair Isle Scarf in Verry Berry 3. Tartan sunglass case 4. Martin Fair Isle knit throw 5. Fair Isle crewneck sweater 6. Silly Cow Farms Chocolate Peppermint Cocoa 7. Tasseled tartan slippers 8. Clearly Tartan 5x7 picture frame 9. Ruffled Camp socks
Don’t miss this year’s other gift guides: Dreaming of a White Christmas and All That Glitters is Gold
So, I’ve officially kept this little corner of the internet open for two years. And to celebrate Like Ordinary Life’s second birthday, I collected a few favorites of mine to giveaway to one lucky reader. It’s like the grown-up version of a goody bag, isn’t it? Except the fact that I only made one. Hey, we’re all on budgets these days, aren’t we?
So here’s the stash up for grabs. Be kind. These are a few of my favorite things (along with whiskers on kittens and bright copper kettles, yada yada yada). On that same note, you could consider this your brown paper package tied up in strings. Yes?
Essie Mind Your Mittens nail polish: So by now you should all have read that ancient post of mine on my nail polish obsession. If you’ve been to our house since I redid the downstairs bathroom, you know that the collection’s moved from the medicine cabinet to this adorable copper bucket next to the sink. This color I’ve picked out for whoever you are, lucky winner, is a perfect grey-blue that kind of works for all seasons, really. It’s hard to see the color in my pictures, so click on the link if you’re really interested. It’s a great color.
Voluspa French Cade & Lavender candle: This is one of those spa day sort of candles. It’s super refreshing, calming, and most importantly, not soapy. You know what I mean? I just love Voluspa’s candles and they burn so clean! They also burn for a good, long time, too. And because the jar has that gorgeous blue tint, I’m telling you, it burns pretty, too. Such a great candle.
Lollia Shea Butter Handcreme in Wish: This is is my absolute favorite lotion. I usually don’t splurge on beauty products (I’m a total drugstore makeup sort of girl), but this is the world’s best lotion. And the scent is incredible! Truth be told, this is the tester tube at Anthropologie I would make a beeline to every single time I went shopping for about two years before finally splurging and purchasing it. Now, this gorgeous tube hangs out in my cubicle. The smell is a mixture of cinnamon and pepper, rice flower, ylang-ylang, amber, and vanilla bean. Amazing.
Smith’s Rosebud Salve: Go no further. This is the bee’s knees of chap sticks. Love it. Such a classic. I have at least three different chap sticks on me at all times and this is the only one that doesn’t get taken out of rotation from time to time.
Steeping Thoughts Journal: Because we’re all writers and what’s a writer without a gorgeous, blank journal to carry with us wherever we go. It’s purrrty, hmm?
Where’d You Go, Bernadette: The book of the year? Perhaps. If you have already snagged yourself a copy, I’ll swap this out with another lovely piece of fine literature I highly recommend. But, in case you haven’t devoured this incredible story yet, I’ve picked this out for you. Enjoy. :)
Sooooo…. if you’d like to celebrate with me, it’s pretty simple. Just enter the Rafflecopter below. As many entries as you’d like, but I’ll be verifying all entries before picking a winner. And none of this “US residents only” stuff. I’ll ship to you, wherever you are. Thank you for being such loyal readers. And good luck.
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Much thanks to Betsy’s momma for snapping a picture of us! Can you tell how windy it was? Quite a blustery day, hmm?
So here’s the deal about blogging. I learned awhile back that you’re not really a blogger (oh boy, I’m going to hear it for this, I know already) until you’ve made blogger friends. This is a community. And an incredible one at that! I’m convinced that it’s easier to find close friends that you can really, really relate to out here in the blogosphere because you’re transcending geographic boundaries, skipping the whole “we know each other from this school or that activity” stuff, and jump straight into it. I mean, we sort of throw our lives out there by blogging, so of course we’re likely to (hopefully) come across like minded friends. Right?
Enter blates. I love a good blate. Betsy and I have blated on a few occasions, actually. And then Kate was in town for the weekend and I kind of pestered her into finding a few hours to meet up. Leading us to Sunday’s blustery adventure on Wisconsin Avenue at the National Cathedral. So much fun. So much wind. We could’ve flown kites if we had been smart enough to think ahead. But, instead we ate cupcakes. Which is equally as fun, is it not?
The thing about blates that makes me sad is that they are always too short. And then we’re back to reality, in our own little homes and our own little jobs and behind our own, likely to be halfway broken (or is that just me?) computers blogging. Oh, blogging. There seems to be a lot of talk around these blogs of ours filled with declarations of the “I’m no longer blogging every day” and the “I’m changing my sponsorships” sorts. I never declared any of that stuff to you all.
I do think that I owe you my own sort of declaration post about how becoming a full-time blogger for a business has made me revisit my use of this space. But, it would end in the same “ehhh, I’m not posting every day” statements and the “well, sponsorships are way too time consuming and I need a life” ideas. And that sounds like a broken record when added to the rest of the conversations running around these good ol’ blogs. Plus, if you’ve been loyal enough to stick with me through the last few months, you already know I’m not posting nearly as often, and that my sidebar looks a little different.
So, instead, let’s focus back on this whole blating thing. I’ve mentioned before how I never went into blogging to make friends and it sort of just happened. And I love it. This blogging thing is magical. And I’m so happy to call Betsy and Kate my real life friends.
We spend so many hours shaping up these web addresses of ours to reflect who we are, what we care about, what makes us tick, and how we want the world to view us. It would be a huge shame if we didn’t really, truly connect with each other at the end of the day. On the other side of that computer screen will always be another human with feelings and interests and families and all of that stuff that we, too, care about.
So blate. Go out there and meet up. Friends, I’m serious. This is the best part of blogging. Promise.