The 3 most common uses for irony

It is day 8 of my trip to CO. Will be heading back to NY in just two days and I am a little reluctant to leave Denver. It's an unusual place, with its extremely normal people and neighborhoods, where everyone smiles and Starbucks is still on every corner.

I logged over 1000 miles in less than 7 days. woooooo! a small stepping stone warmup to the beginning of my cross country road trip plans

Pikes Peak, CO

"without you today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's"

"Everything worth knowing leaves bruises."

I never thought I'd see this but it seems that optometry is in vogue this season:)
such style!

Come away with me...

happy mom's day!

letter to me

dear self,

...in a few years, you won't recognize me. i'm growing and shaping into the woman you want me to become.

...but i'm here now. while you're looking forward to the future, don't neglect me, the part of your dream you are trying to change. because the thing is, without me you won't become your dream. 

...practice more kindness and do good. feed me laughter and let me smell the cherry blossoms.

...your future will always be there, but all you really have is here and now.

love you. love me too.
~me

3 wishes
...summer
...sunshine
...happinesss

Quiero ser, una palabra serena y clara
Quiero ser, un alma libre, de madrugada
Quiero ser un emigrante, de tu boca delirante,
De deseos que una noche convertiste en mi dolor.

Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la deriva tuya
Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez
Los ojos que tiene la luna

Quiero cantar a la libertad,
y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,
que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar
por mucho que te entren las dudas
de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz.

Quiero ser, la que te jure amor eterno.
Quiero ser, una parada en la estación que lleva tu nombre.

Quiero ser el verbo fuego,
quiero andarme sin rodeos, confesarte que una tarde empecé a morir por ti

Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la deriva tuya
Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez
Los ojos que tiene la luna

Quiero cantar a la libertad,
y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,
que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar
por mucho que te entren las dudas
de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz

Facebook is the new MySpace

Why is Ashleigh Hall's story being reported only by British newspapers??
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/7398085/Ashleigh-Hall-one-mistake-cost-teenager-her-life.html

...this is why Facebook should've remained for college students only. The world wide web doesn't need another creep-invaded website

How I got over my fear of not really following the recipe

I've been thinking about making this all day long. It's been a long rainy and windy Saturday, reminiscent of October weather much more than March. Intrigued by a nostalgic mood I gathered enough motivation to make one of my favorite deserts from childhood, mom's rice pudding. It is a simple thing to make, but just for the joy of it I dusted off my older-than-I-am Romanian cookbook, opened its cracking and about-to-fall-apart crinkled covers and hoped to find the recipe I was anticipating inside.

There it was, recipe #1442, "orez cu lapte," in clear dark type on crisp beige paper and very easy to follow, with only one problem. Without a scale in my kitchen, how was I to measure 250g of rice? Or 200g of sugar? And so I went on to boil an unknown quantity of water and an unknown quantity of white rice and then later, despite whatever quantity the directions asked for, added X (who knows?) ml of milk. Sugar and butter came next, then vanilla essence, and then I stirred anxiously from time to time, waiting.

After 30 minutes or so the pudding was done and came out pretty delicious if I may say so myself! Well at least Chris though so, but of course only after teasing me for having to use a recipe book to make "such simple rice pudding" in the first place. hah! wiseguy.

mission: road trip

rent a little red convertible, put a flower in my hair and hit the road. the hum and buzz of 2,928 miles of winding open road await........ ahhhhh, one day soon

 I have just finished watching Julie & Julia, and it is brilliant, absolutely amazing!

"I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."

my day in photographs - waiting for spring in CP

   

if life could be paused, i would hold on to its moments forever

soon