iPhone + Me = Togetha Foreva

What's that you say?

The shadowy-polaroid-taken-on-my-fancy-phone look is like, sooooo three months ago?

Sorry, ya'll, I'm late to the party and I STILL THINK IT'S AWESOME!

Thank you, random poster holder guy.

There is a young man who I would like to thank.

I don't know his name. And I have never talked to him.

He is maybe twenty-ish.

Hipster jeans, slim and tall, with hopeful eyes.

He stands on the corner of 56th and Bell around dusk, and he holds up a sign.

A white posterboard.

On it, drawn simply in scrawling black letters, the most exciting word in the English language:

imagine

And when I see this sign, I am, without fail, inspired.

I would like to shake that young man's hand.

I would, I would.

Lolo's - my new favorite restaurant

The verdict:

culinary nirvana

Maybe one of my top five meals ever.

I think sometimes that I must have been meant to be Southern. I even love okra.

Three.

After three years (today!) of being married to this man o' mine, here are a few key facts I have picked up:

• Likes peanut butter, but not in desserts


• Hates horses


• Knows every word to every karaoke song ever (not hyperbole)


• Has a crush on Hermione from Harry Potter


• Has excellent guitar skills.


• Has mediocre male falsetto skills but likes to bravely attempt


• Usually prefers to wash dishes by hand versus the dishwasher


• Enjoys lightly toasted sandwich bread

And, he is taking me here tonight. That he would nix the dress up, fancy Italian dinner idea and decide to take me to a place that serves fried chicken and waffles on the same plate (with red kool-aid on the side)...

means that he knows me really well too.

Words I wish I wrote

I love this poem.

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

(picture by Sasha)

I'll be signing autographs after the show.

On Friday I was popping around the internet, and happened to check out a blog I've been keeping up on regularly for awhile, an LSAT blog called Most Strongly Supported. They were doing their post-LSAT wrapup with a virtual potluck of quotes in the blogosphere from semi-panicked LSAT takers.

I read the first quote. Then I stopped. Squinted. Read it again. Clicked on the link. And it was ME! They quoted me, y'all.

I felt like Harry's friend in When Harry Met Sally, when he swoons all over Sally's friend, saying "No one has ever quoted me to me before!".

And it's true! No one ever has!

Cross that off my list of things to do before I kick the big one.

Hmm

Double appointment at the chiropracter yesterday. I have never been to the chiropractor in my life. But four months of 8 hours a day at work hunching over the computer + 5 more hours a day hunching over LSAT devil books = two very sore, crackly backs.

So we went, and had what was a very relaxing back treatment and massage.

Afterwards we compared notes.

"Did he test your peripheral vision"

"Yup"

"Did he crack your back?"

"Yup"

And then The Mister said:

"Did the girl doing massage therapy ask you to take off your pants? So she could work on your glutes?"

And I said ".....no"

She must've thought he was cute.

A cool glass of water

Yesterday we did something wonderful.

We went to the library.

(Not to take a practice test, and not to study.)

We walked around for a half hour, gathering books like a child in an easter egg hunt, hoping to find the one with the best treasure inside.

We both walked out with a stack as high as our shoulders, and we went home, got lemonade, and read the whole rest of the evening.

"That", The Mister breathed contentedly, "was like a cool glass of water when you've been thirsty all day."

Oh, how we've missed reading.

A note to myself

Hello self,

One or two more days to recover and then you need to get back in the saddle.

Love,
me.

Thank You

P.S.

Dear anonymous door decorator:

thank you.

you rock.

you made us smile.

who are you?

handiwork:

We Find Out In Two Weeks

One LSAT expert famously called the LSAT "a six-hour brain humping courtesy of the law school admissions council".

Oh boy, was he right.

I feel completely drained. And relieved. And worried. And nervous. And sick. (oh, I didn't tell you about being sick the day of the test?) (let's just say I'm trying not to think about it.)