I see London, I see....

Exciting Thing #1 of 2011: (OK, more exciting for me than you. Exciting for you via photographic recap when all is said and done.)

This past year, I help cast 3 show in London. And my boss said he'd send me there to see them. Well, will the craziness of the fall, there was no time for me to go. But we finally figured out a way for me to go in January. All we had to pay for was Geoff's ticket and he could come with me. So we're going in less than 10 days! I'm super excited. Two of the three closed have since closed, but we've timed it so I can see a fourth show (that I didn't personally work on, but our office did) just before we leave.

So check us out. We're fancy and we're going to London. Booyah.



And then my brilliant husband had this great idea.....


"When will we ever be so close to Paris on a trip that is half paid for?" he wondered. And he was right. So I screwed up the courage to ask my boss for two more days off so we could pop over to the City of Lights. Surprisingly, the boss man agreed. Even encouraged me to go. As someone who travels to London for business, he says he always regrets not doing this very thing - taking a couple days to see another part of Europe for a long weekend. So even though he can be crazy and quite a handful on occassion (ok, frequent occasions), I'm grateful that he is as generous in spirit as he is.

Because, after all, life is short. Go to Paris.


Don't worry, we'll take a TON of pictures.

I'm as Old as Jesus

Today is my Jesus Birthday. I'm now as old as He ever was. And my life isn't nearly as good or as bad as His was. Which I think is right about where you want to be.

(Can I say that out loud? Well, I just did.)

It's bizarre that I moved to NYC when I was 24. 24?? Really? In some ways that seems a lifetime ago, and in other ways, just a few years ago. It's wild.

In my dream world, I would reflect on lo, these 9 years as a New Yorker and share many favorite stories. But sadly, there's too much going on at work today and I don't have time.

Geoff did send me this amazing bouquet today at work though.


I love the heart that is formed at the top. It is amazing.

Maybe I’ve told this story already, so if you get bored, feel free to move along. I have a very strong memory of one of my mom’s friends telling me something that stuck with me for years. (Mom, I don’t know why I think it was Mary Alice Blake, because that would have made me a freshman in high school at the oldest, but I do). She was telling the story of a friend’s daughter who had just gotten engaged. In her entire life, she’d never been given a dozen red roses. And she prayed throughout her life that God would give her a sign, that the person she was supposed to marry would give her a dozen roses. And her fiancé did shortly before he proposed. And that’s how she knew he was the right one. Well, my romantic little teenage heart just ate that right up and remembered it for years. And as I got older, I semi-started to make my own version of that prayer. For some reason, I always wanted to be sent flowers at work. So I thought, maybe that could sorta be my sign. And sure enough… Geoff was the first man to ever send me flowers at work. I’m just sayin’… I know that is cheesy as hell, and I apologize but…I’m just sayin’.

Anyway, back to birthday-related things...tonight is just a small dinner with some friends. Something low key and easy and that will provide many opportunities for sangria. Just as it should be.


PS- My office just did this. Not the best for my waistline, but DANG does it look good!!


PPS - This day keeps getting better...Just after cake, our Executive Director brought her dog Rusty in for a visit. Please! (He also was really into the cake)

I Feel Pretty

Ok that's completely weird to say in all seriousness, but I did a little bit this morning.

Something about the combination of what my hair decided to do today (completely of its own volition and absolutely unrepeatable), plus my blue button town collared shirt, silver hoop earings and my lipgloss made me think..."Hey, I don't look half bad today."

Which is really something, considering the Fashion Disaster that is me basically every other day.

And I just wanted to record it. As proof. For all those days when I feel just the opposite.