maybe not so much

pm blogging soundtrack: Pearl Jam's Backspacer
pm blogging sustenance: Mike and Ikes

Well. That was weird. Awkward. Annoying. Enlightening?

Huh. Know what sounds good? A nap.

"not at the table, carlos!"

Top 10 stuff 'bout Vegas
1. Our amy's-apt-sized room at The Palazzo. Nice.
2. The corn salad at Cut. Uh, yeah. Amazing.
3. Realizing that Dom Perignon isn't worth the prize. Without having to actually pay the price.
4. Partying like a rockstar at Tao.
5. "Free" peanut butter toast.
6. Winning moola on the slots at TI. A lot of moola.
7. The best 65 cents ever spent.
8. "It's like a license to print money!"
9. Some really, really kick-ass people.
10. Clayton:)

*please note that this list was mostly chrono based and definitely not in order of importance*

you're my pic

You know you really love someone when you watch a movie like Role Models and don't regret actually watching the movie. Only that you didn't watch it with them.

vegas, baby!

This week at work has been slow. Or maybe I've just been really, really fast. Regardless, I've been finding myself bored at 10 am each morning with nothing to do. So I've been doing quite a bit of daydreaming and my favorite subject of late has been Vegas . . .

Clayton and I are heading to Sin City tomorrow afternoon for the weekend. We're joining Tara, Grady, Em, and Chris and it should be a great time. Have plans for some incredible food consumption. A little gambling. Maybe a show. Trying to not over plan and just go with the flow.

You know the tagline what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Well, not this time! Details of the weekend to follow:)

happy birthday autumn

It's been almost a year since we took this picture together at your very first Cowboys game! You had just turned 30 and were so not excited about it. But I promised you that it would get better. Remember? I don't think you believed me:) And maybe it did take a little longer than even I would have liked, but it ended up being one hell of a year. We've had a great 4 years of friendship A. And this past year in particular, having you as a friend has enriched my life in so many ways. Thanks for being the normal I need. I can't wait to see what else the world has in store for us:)

caution: mushy love stuff ahead

Several years ago on Thanksgiving night I watched the newest cinematic version of Pride and Prejudice. I've always been affected by the romance of the story and found this version to live up to my expectations of more of the same. There is a scene near the end of the movie when the early morning sun is shining down across a field and we see Elizabeth and Mr Darcy meet. Remember? The musical score and cinematography manipulated the hell out of my emotions. I know this. But still I was incredibly moved by the beauty of the moment. I had chest pain. Seriously. Not kidding. Actual, honest-to-goodness chest pain. It was like a pressure, a sensation of being filled up to capacity with something. Something that I thought, never having actually experienced it, might feel a little like love.

Fast forward a few years.

Is it completely obvious that I am hopelessly and ridiculously in love? If this blog isn't your only interaction with me then it probably is. Just when I think I couldn't possibly feel any more for him, I do. Earlier today I was walking through my apartment and thought randomly about him and what he might be doing at that exact moment. I've been working nights and haven't been getting my amy-clayton time. I was filled almost to overflowing with love just thinking about and missing him. And then it hit me. Chest pain. Actual, honest-to-goodness chest pain. And guess what. Not a single bit of movie magic manipulation in sight . . . :)

Florida 2009

a belated group shot share. look at all those pretty girls! :)

those cowboys and their sad, sad songs

This morning I was sitting in Cafe Brazil drinking a cup of Organic Colombian Estate and waiting for my oatmeal to arrive when over the restaurant speakers the following song:

Every rose has it's thorn,
just like every night has it's dawn . . .

I was immediately taken back to the beginning of my freshman year of high school and a mixer in our cafeteria. A junior or senior, possibly named Jeremy although that part's a little fuzzy, had just asked me to dance. To this song. I have a very distinct inner-monologue memory: this is me, grown up.

As I now sit here typing, I am aware of the many directions I could go. I could delve into the difference between being expectant and having expectations. My original intent when I opened Blogger this morning and certainly a concept I could apply to the above. Or I could walk a little further down memory lane. Reliving old joys and disappointments. Part of me wants desperately to indulge in thoughts of the future: Where am I going? What's my next step? In that imagined snapshot of my life to come, who's standing next to me with a matching cheesy smile?

Maybe what I really need to do is stay in the moment. This exact one. I so rarely do that. I spend such precious little time in the present. Always seeming to look ahead. Or spending significant time looking back. Perhaps I'll set that as a challenge. I'll live today, today. And try not to let future plans or past memories factor into the decisions I make as I move through the only Thursday September 3, 2009 that I'm ever gonna get.

I'll let you know how I do:)