Snapshots

Recent events have made me more aware of the life guidelines I sometimes forget:

The standard advice; love hard, laugh long, and live fully.

My favorite protocol; eat more foods that are plants instead of manufactured in plants, do yoga, and be quick to pour a glass of wine in times of bonding, venting, or on a random Tuesday night. (I might of made the last one up...)

The cliche sayings; "dance like no one is watching," "dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today," etc...

But most importantly, I think, is revisiting, retelling, and reliving the best times you've had in life.

I have an array of my life's sweetest snapshots to reminisce.....

Long trips to Capitola for nothing but coffee and a memory. 

The way Train songs always take me back to jager bombs and bagels at 10 in the morning. And a Bart ride and muni trip ($50 ticket for neglecting to pay included...) to Golden Gate Park for a free concert on a hot day with close friends.

A pitcher of beer, a salad split for two, and cookies to follow, is my  favorite moment from a vacation to San Diego with my boyfriend.

Walks in the rain to get Mexican hot chocolate and Sex and the City reruns was the norm with a favorite friend.

Every Friday night sleepovers Senior year in high school. "Omg. I'm sooo over high school." (Were we really "over it" or is that just what watching Laguna Beach taught us to say?)

Sipping cup after cup of  Trader Joe's earl gray tea, laughing at the quote printed on the teabag, "as long as it's hot and wet and goes down the right way, that's all that matters." -The Dutchess of York 

Sipping Irish coffees in a New York City bar with my mom and friend who recently moved there, chatting, laughing, crying, over life and love.

Learning to ballroom dance in my grandparents living room as a little girl.

Endless summer hours of Truth, Dare, Double Dog Dare, Promise to Repeat (we were intense), Girl Talk and Crash Banicoot, with friends that became sisters.

Sharing a bottle of wine, baguettes, and conversation with my boyfriend's mom on my first day of my first trip overseas.

Later that same day, where the combination of jet lag, vino, and beer, seduced me into a tipsy slumber at a table of a local London pub.

Camping for my first time, in the rain, with braver than average raccoons. And driving 30 minutes into "town" for coffee in the morning, because really, if you can, why not?

Reading my favorite book, Heart of the Matter, every Fall.

My only college field trip to The Pinnacles, with my passionate geology teacher and best friend. (If only we could all have the passion for anything the way she has for rocks..)

A night in Berkeley that continued into a day in San Francisco, wearing the same dresses the whole time because the moment and the adventure was more important than our double day outfits, with another best friend.

Every second of New York, Boston, and Washington D.C. with the same best friend.

And so on, and so on, and so on...

Occasionally, my mind wonders to the highlights of my existence while I'm driving, but it should happen more. I  should let songs take me back to different, simpler, times. I  should go on  memory lane binges with close friends as often as possible. I want to frequently indulge in past vacation memories and the untainted experiences you can only have during childhood.

I want my favorite snapshots to be a constant reminder of how lucky in life and love I am. Shouldn't we all?

Stay tuned.. -a.

are you ready for this?

As promised in my last post, I'm writing about my opinions on marriage, tattoos, living in a zoo, and politics.

Are you ready for this?

Marriage:
There are many contraindication and confusions about this social obligation spinning around in my head. On one hand, haven't I wanted to get married and have my big day since I was a little girl??? 
...But on the other, do I need a big day, a white dress, a wedding cake (red velvet), and a piece of paper to validate my undying love?

I struggle between the two.

Is the dress, the tuxes, and toasts, the walk down the aisle and the first dance, the tipsy crying and laughing, hugging and loving, the overall the sparkling feeling of being a bride a necessary part in the plot of my life? Does the party and the piece of paper make the permanency of marriage concrete? Do I even believe in the permanency and the context of forever that marriage offers? What if instead of "until death do us part.." it's "until we're not happy anymore, but we promise to try really, really hard to stay happy?" 

Can I do that? 

Because what if marriage is like a diet* and the more you tell yourself 'YOU CAN'T EAT THE CHOCOLATE CAKE," the higher your chances are of finishing the whole thing?! However, if you have the option to eat the cake, there's less pressure. It's not as good because it's not forbidden. 

What if I can't handle the pressure of promising forever? 

Then I just shouldn't get married, right? Wrong. I do want a wedding. I want to pick out a wedding dress with my best friends and hide it from my finance. I want to go venue hunting and food tasting. I want toasts and tears congratulating me and my future husband. Most importantly I want everyone I love to witness my testimony of love... for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, yes (!), of course (!!), but until death do us part.............

I'm going to go eat a whole chocolate cake now.

Moving on with the forever phobe theme... My opinions on tattoos:

I read a quote once: "The only difference between a person with tattoos and a person without tattoos, is the person with tattoos doesn't care if the other has tattoos or not."

It's accurate. 

That being said, the way I felt after getting my first tattoo is probably how I will feel the day after my wedding. I love my tattoo (I'll love my husband). I adore my tattoo (I'll adore my husband). I wouldn't want another tattoo inked permanently into my skin (I don't know how to translate this one..) but forever is forever, and it's a really long time...

Being an animal living in the zoo:

I would be the lazy lion that lapped up the attention and loved the food delivery system.

Politics:
There should be little profit in politics. Politicians should have a teachers salary and teachers should have politicians.

Stay tuned.. -a.

*Hear me out!

Unconventional Hobbies

This month’s focus was determined to be about getting a hobby. After consideration, I’ve decided I don’t need to get a new, conventional, hobby; like photography or mountain biking. I am satisfied with my own spin on the hobby front. 

My hobbies include, but are not limited to:

Reading. Nothing too serious. I mostly read Chick Lit. but in a generation that’s main reading material consists of FB status updates and tweets, I’m proud of it. I’m currently reading Stori Telling by Tori Spelling. I told you, nothing too intellectual but at least I’ve read more than my friend’s current locations via their check-ins.. just saying.

Writing this Blog. Duh. Who knows how many people actually read my rants? but I have the end goal of printing (and maybe laminating?) my 12 Months of Happiness in 2012 blog posts and neatly organizing them into special binders, then lovingly labeling them to give out as Christmas presents.* My family can’t wait. 

Reading, stealing, or taking pictures of healthy recipes. Of course, I rarely attempt to cook these low-cal, veggie packed concoctions but that doesn’t phase me. I still get a rush when I see A Two Week Meal Plan in Women’s Health magazine. I’ll rip it out or snap a quick pic of it** and that’s usually where the process stops. Most likely, if I was a “normal” person, with “normal” hobbies, I would stay on the recipe adventure. I would actually go to the store to buy the ingredients (or as it plays out in my fantasy life, I would journey to my magical backyard, where I also do yoga 3x a week, and pick the ingredients out of my homegrown, organic garden). Then I would actually make/try the recipe! But cooking isn’t my hobby. Collecting healthy recipes and never doing anything with them is! 

I also enjoy everything about my Planner. Most people rely on technology to help them keep track of their appointments, anniversaries and loved one’s birthdays. I do not. Literally one of my favorite things about a new year is a new Planner. (And yes, I keep them years after they’re out of rotation. I can tell you the exact date of my bi-annual dentist appointments in 2008). I love the blank pages waiting to be marked up with my black ink. My anticipation of organizing my coffee dates, parties, weekends away, and even work times, is abundant. I write everyone’s birthdays in colorful pens and special symbols on Holidays; Fireworks on 4th of July, a turkey on Thanksgiving, Christmas Trees and tiny Santa’s on Christmas eve/day, a little heart on every 30th of every month...*** And the excitement doesn’t end with the important dates written in and the prospect of future plans to be written out, it continues every day as I open my Planner to see how scheduled and busy and wonderful my daily life is. There are things crossed out, whited out, with happy faces or sad ones. There are arrows from one day to the next that represent my procrastinating tendencies and money signs for my weekly budgets. There are countdowns for weeks or days of school or interning left. There are goal workout counts written weekly and then slashed through.****I spend a solid chunk of the year with my cherished Planner. It’s a personal hobby to look through it, plan with it, and discuss it’s contents throughly, even if the conversations are only with myself.. in my own head.. ok, ok, sometimes out loud.......... 

Another hobby, or something I regularly enjoy to do, is giving people my opinions on shit that probably doesn't matter. I might actually listen to theirs, if I find them extra interesting, in which case I would say conversing may be a hobby, but it's rare that I'm not thinking of the next thing I'm going to say and just listening...

In my next post, I will creatively write about my opinions on marriage, tattoos, why I would want to live in a Zoo (if I were an animal), and possibly politics.. Bet you can hardly wait. 

Stay tuned.. -a.  

*Along with a 2013 custom made calendar of your truly. 

**These pictures double as entertaining reading material later. Two hobbies, one stone.

***01/30 = my anniversary, 02/30.. doesn’t exist, 03/30 = 1 year, 2 months, etc.. 

****Just kidding, sometimes I actually do them and put a star instead of a slash.