Pam and Jim, Jim and Pam

Small Town

Well, I was born in a small town. I was raised in a small town. I go back to that small town and visit every so often. I stayed at my parents this weekend because I had a wedding reception to go to for an old high school friend. I went to go rent a video after the festivities. Blockbuster was having a sale, so I bought several movies from documentaries (Chalk and No Impact) to an awesome foreign film featuring Gael Garcia Bernal (whom I love and adore) 


Video Guy: You know this film is in Spanish, like right?
Me: Yes.
Video Guy: Cause people like bring it back and get mad that it's in Spanish.
Me: I like Spanish.


ringing up my movies....


Video Guy: Would you like me to like put these in a bag for you?
Me: Oh, I have my own. 


pulling out my reusable awesome bag that I always have on hand.


Video Guy: Awesome! This is like SO SO European! Dude!
Me: We should totally make them American. Don' you think.
Video Guy: Totally.
Me: Totally.

Cancer.

I didn't take this photo. But I wish I had. 

Take the healthiest person you know. The one who goes running every day and lifts weights. The one who eats only fruits and veggies while you eat chocolate. The one who is vibrant and happy and full of life and energy and all good things. She's in her thirties. She's been religious all of her life. She's been faithful. She's never married, but always lives for the day when she will be. She is getting her PhD from a high, higher institution. You were roommates in NYC and you always admired her. You love her. She's like sunshine.

Imagine that you just found out she was diagnosed with leukemia.

What do you do with that?

Salt Lake City...Cooler Than You Think

This is what Salt Lake City looked like last night. 

Chain.

When I was doing this photo shoot last Saturday, I found a chain on the ground. I picked it up. I said, "Pose with this." Glory be! My model actually did! Torrey. You rock. And you are perhaps the most beautiful person I know in real life--inside and out!

You can see Torrey's entire photo shoot here.

LOVE Bucket List

When I was young and idealistic and whimsical and braided my long hair so that if fell over my left shoulder and wore sundresses and loved that my room was flowery and sweet and soft...when I was that age, I made a list of things that I wanted to experience in the world of love. I wrote them on little pieces of yellow paper. I folded them up and I put them in a small dish that I never gave back to a boy I dated. He had given me raspberries in that little dish. He gave them to me on our first date. They were fresh and round and red and he taught me how to burst the flavor of them by pressing my tongue to roof of my mouth. He gave them to me instead of flowers. Sometimes, I'll day dream about those raspberries, their taste, and the fact that we both kissed each other with remnants of them still in our mouths.

That little glass bowl is packed up in my belongings somewhere. I'm hoping to find it next month when I finally get my own house and can finally stop living out of a suitcase.


I remember a few that have come true. I wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss in a parking lot during a rainstorm...just like Molly Ringwald at the end of Pretty in Pink. It happened, and it was, if you can believe, even HOTTER than this. It was good. So, so good.

I miss kissing. I think about it a lot because I don't really want a boyfriend. I've had those. They don't stick the way I want them too. They either want too much from me or I want too much from them, but lately, it's been the former and it makes me wonder why I can't seem to make any sort of commitment. But I want kissing. I haven't kissed for two months. Maybe that doesn't seem like a long time. But it is. And I want it.

My wish list in the realm of love, I think, is simple. There is something attainable in that kind of simpleness.

One of the other simplistic wishes on my Love Bucket List is for a man to buy me the perfect used book for no reason at all other than the fact that he knows I would appreciate it. This happened, out of the indigo blue. It was a little French version of a small tale that I read when the sun is shinning. It was perfect.

What is one of yours?

Golden Nuggets

In response to my dating rant a few days ago, a dear friend (one of the men out there that continuously gives hope to women like me) sent me this video.

I love a good dating metaphor.