Guess who’s coming to Minneapolis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“omg HELP. Closed my eyes for ONE second and someone stole FOUR hours from me. Let’s find the culprit.”
Ok, I swear this is the last post of my dog for awhile. But I felt it necessary to share what I spent my afternoon doing. After making several Nutmeg themed cards (ie. Nutmeg meets Santa, Nutmeg dresses up as a reindeer) I made the mother of all Nutmeg creations…a Nutmeg AS santa door sign. It is currently hanging on my apt door for all of my adult neighbors to enjoy. I will always pretend the real world is freshman year Allen Hall!
My favorite little old lady
Gearin up for the cold winter!
Freedom!
Cuteness overload
I just printed an 8x10 of this...
Upon returning to MN, I thought I lost the memory card full of Thanksgiving photos. Nutmeg’s multiple photo shoots were the only ones I was concerned about losing.
Kids these days.
So today was my first day taking tables while training to be a server at the Thai restaurant. The most notable occurance of the shift was the little girl at the first table. No more than 7 or 8 years old, with the demeanor and taste of a 50 year old. She ordered jasmine tea and when her mom asked her what she wanted in her hot and sour soup she yelped ‘SQUID, SQUID, SQUID! I LOVE SQUID! And can I have a side of Mock Duck too??? Please mom, please?!”
When I was 7 or 8 squid was still an imaginary food that you only talked about when you wanted to severrrrrely gross someone out, and mock duck…mock what??
Too funny.
Words I'm living by.
Recently I’ve been stressed.
I find myself bouncing back and forth from ‘pat on the back for all the hard work mode’ to ‘hard work going…where? mode’ quite often.
I need to remember that these jobs are just fillers while I figure out school, life, etc. The only problem is that they take up from 50-60+ hours of my week and leave me exhausted and craving naps and netflix during my free time. I could go on and on with all the things racing through my mind that I need to be getting into gear, but then I think back to a certain breakfast date I had with a certain tumblr pal of mine where we discussed our situations and how we feel just a tidge behind those with their paths to their dreams laid out before them.
We reached the conclusion that…
“We’re just takin’ the stairs step by step while they’re running up—and that’s dangerous!”
While this idea is comforting…I wouldn’t mind an elevator either.
So incredibly well said, on so many different levels. The fact that this speech was given before the bill was not passed makes me very nervous for the future of marriage equality. On the other hand, the fact that there are such knowledgable and impassioned individuals on our side takes some of those nerves away.
Prosciutto, arugala, mozarella, asiago, sun dried tomato panini with a touch of dijon.
