I have a lot of anxiety about using libraries. A lot a lot a lot alotalotalot. 2014, I resolve to begin using our local library. I think. Probably.
I realize this is rich coming from a lifelong passionate reader who turned into an English major who turned into an English teacher.
My brother came to see us and helped us pick out and set up a tree today, so I made Thanksgiving 2.0 with chicken and pan gravy, canned cranberry sauce (thankfully we are a united household on this front), my grandmother’s cornbread dressing, broccoli casserole, and brussels sprouts salad. Two kinds of cookies for dessert. I gained a million pounds this weekend. #worthit
Wearing his hat Where’s Waldo style.
Coach’s wife makes two kinds of cookies.
Once every year or two Dominic volun-tells me to cook or bake something for an event at his work. This happens as nicely as you would think, knowing Dominic, and I don’t have to do it but, you know, sometimes you just got to accept you’re kinda Coach’s wife. Anyway, I got short notice that he needed to bring dessert to work tomorrow, so I pulled out this 1979 kids cookbook I used exclusively to make peanut butter cookies for about ten years when I was a kid and teenager. I haven’t made them since I was probably 19, but—newsflash—they’re still wonderful. And they have a CUP of shortening in them oh god so gross. But so good.
I have become alarmingly full of holiday spirit at an unprecedented rate this year. Usually I’m grinchy until the middle of December, but I’ve been moonish and sentimental and listening to Christmas music and sighing over “family togetherness” and no wonder—two years ago Dax was born just a few days before Christmas, and last year we moved to another state at the beginning of December. Those two things, positive changes though they were, were still incredibly stressful life events. This year, all I have to worry about is finishing (my last for a while) semester of teaching, and then I get to stuff myself silly with wonderful friends and participate in holiday rituals with my family and go on dates with my husband and celebrate my son’s 2nd birthday.
Oh gosh oh gosh, Happy Holidays, everyone.
All versions of Pride and Prejudice are okay with me. Also Keira Knightly is a way underrated Elizabeth. The whole cast of this movie is tits tho.
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When Jack Warner was casting the movie My Fair Lady, Julie Andrews, who played the original Eliza Doolittle on Broadway, was overlooked for the part, which was given to Audrey Hepburn.
That made her available to accept Mr. Disney’s invitation to play Mary Poppins.
At the 22nd Golden Globes, when she won the best actress award (she was up against Audrey for My Fair Lady), she had her sweet revenge.
THE SHADE OF IT ALL.
I like Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady just fine, but of course no one in this whole world will ever compare to Julie, SO.
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if you’re ever feeling sad just remember that meryll streep and hillary clinton took a selfie together
YOUR SELFIE HATE IS INVALID. TOTALLY MERYL HILLARY FUCKING INVALID.
My favorite thing is that they look so happy and comfortable with themselves.
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Utterly, utterly charmed by Pharrell’s 24-hour music video, y’all.
The thrift store dress that keeps on giving. Pretty sure I’m going to have to be buried in this dress.
About a month ago, I went down an internet shame spiral that resulted in the purchase of several articles of clothing from a shady webstore in China. Out of the four pieces, I was delighted to find that three fit me well, but the fourth was made out of parachute material and is so big that it maybe IS actually a parachute. Paying the return shipping overseas is just as much as I paid for the shirt, though, so I’m stuck with it as an emblem of my stupidity and poor shopping choices.
But this shirt, even though it will surely unravel after one wash, is really really cute. But yeah, I won’t do anymore shady online shopping for a while.
I’m not drinking on weekdays lately because I’m trying to be responsible about not gaining a trillion beer pounds over the holidays, but if I were, IF I WERE, I would beer-shower with the volume turned up loud to this song and probably do a little emotional crying while I was at it.
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If this doesn’t scream, “HAPPY MONDAY,” I don’t know what does.
(pictures via: Momma’s Gone City.)
These pictures make me shriek with joy every time.
Don’t normally reblog these sorts of things, but this made me feel better on a stressful evening. Sometimes you just need a good cuddle from someone you love.