Life is Full of Disappointment.

On my "While we live in California" bucket list was; "cuddle with a koala bear at the San Diego zoo. Apparently, while they appear docile, they can be hostile, and no one is allowed to get near them.

On the weekend when I have the most work to do and the most chores, I am averaging about 3 hours of sleep a night and am unable to breathe out of both nostrils simultaneously.

Kathy is trying to seduce Jim on "The Office." I know the show is fictional. but I care, okay? Brian is the Jim to my Pam, so I take this personally.

My mums aren't doing so well. *sigh*

I finished a book, I was really rooting for the author, and while there were great moments, it was disappointing. *sigh*

I'm sighing a lot lately. When I'm not coughing, I'm using the last of another box of tissues, or wishing it was safe for me to cook the chicken parmigiana I've been wanted to make for a week.

*sigh*

Movies I Have Not Seen All the Way Through

The Matrix (I know, I know)

Sleepless in Seattle (apparently this is chick blasphemy)

My Big Fat Greek Wedding

Sixteen Candles

Jerry Maguire

the second disc of Gone with the Wind (sigh)

In love with...

planning trips to used book stores

Ward Jenkins illustrations

fresh cantaloupe

NPR

four hour naps

reading til my eyes hurt. worth it.

Lately...

soft v neck tees

rolled-up jeans

eating lots of fruit

Billy Collins poetry. wow.

Sharon Olds poetry. also, wow.

Bon Iver, maybe

growing out my hair

reading: Krauss, O'Brien, Gilman, Chopin, and as many amazing authors as I can.

put on eyeliner without stabbing myself in the eye

nothing exciting, but very satisfying.

Letters.

Dear red Target sneakers, thanks for being adorable, comfortable, and only $12.

Dear golf lesson, thanks for going well. I really chipping, and apparently my short game is my advantage. This might be my instructor's way of nicely saying that I stink with my driver, but that's okay with me.

Dear mums and herbs on the porch, I am so sorry I forgot to water you yesterday. Thanks for hanging in there. You are living proof that when I actually remember to water and prune, I can keep plants alive like a normal, well-adjusted adult.

Dear litterer, you keep dumping trash into the parking spot next my my car. I'm not sure why, since there are plenty of trash cans and recycling bins in the mail room a short walk away. You are being yucky and lazy, but since I don't know who you are, I will keep being the grown-up and picking up after you.

Dear world, do any actual adults use the word "grown-up" any more? Let me know.

Dear Sprinkles, your chocolate marshmallow and salted caramel cupcakes are heavenly. and so, so rich. and so, so expensive. Thank you for the moments of bliss, but I also thank you for being just far enough away that there will be no, "oh, well, I'm only 5 minutes away from Sprinkles, so I might as well just stop in a get a dozen cupcakes." That would be madness.

Dear Weekly Game Night, you're pretty awesome and I'm glad I invented you. good food, good friends, hilarious games, and giggling girls rolling their eyes at the boys rolling their eyes back at the giggling girls. So fun! I hope you stick around.