Monday, January 30, 2012

January photo a day: Day thirty

This morning's walk to work through The Park.

January photo a day: Day twenty nine

In your fridge.
Normally there's DDP lined up on the top shelf but I just had my last one and I hate grocery shopping (if you couldn't tell.)

January photo a day: Day twenty eight

My three year old niece's nightlight. We're having a sleepover.

January photo a day: Day twenty seven

Regular slice please.

January photo a day: Day twenty six

I had initially painted my walls green to try to do something different since my last two bedrooms were purple and then saw this pillow and thought, "These are the colors I want. Why am I trying to do anything different this time around? Purple is what I love!" So I bought this and centered the whole place around it. All pinks, purples, and grays. Very very girly. :)

January photo a day: Day twenty five

Something you made.
A commitment to myself to get through this six week program. (I honestly cannot find a single thing I've made in my whole apartment.)

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

January photo a day: Day twenty four

Guilty pleasure.

Goldfish. While watching RHBH. In bed. Triple threat.

January photo a day: Day twenty three

Something old.
My apartment building. Been housing happy tenants like me since 1904. There's spots near the lobby where people used to park their horses.

January photo a day: Day twenty two

Your shoes.
Initially planned on wearing my new brown boots but thought better of it after remembering all the slush that would inevitably be filling the streets today. Switched to my trusty Tretorns

January photo a day: Day twenty one

Headed out in the first real snow of the season, sporting the sleeping bag coat for the first time this winter. I hear it's 11 degrees out. Only brunch at Sarabeth's could drag me out.

January photo a day: Day twenty

Someone(s) you love.
Hudson, Jared, Ryan, Megan, Spencer, Madeline, and baby on the way.

January photo a day: Day nineteen

Sweet Spencey pushed between two giant pink dogs at FAO. Nothing sweeter than this boy with his dimple.

January photo a day: Day eighteen

Something you bought.
Round trip flight to Miami!

January photo a day: Day seventeen

Water. First day wearing my new wellies through the puddles on my way to work. Tretorn boots are the best thing that's ever happened to me. Insanely more comfortable than cheapies or Hunters.

January photo a day: Day sixteen

Love having an east facing window. Makes it so much easier to wake up with sunshine flooding in. (Especially after three years in the financial district without a bedroom window. Made for GREAT sleeping, but impossible to wake up.)

January photo a day: Day fifteen

One of my favorite hymns sung today in Sacrament Meeting.

Happiness round two.
The Chrysler Building. The Empire State Building has nothing on it.

January photo a day: Day fourteen

Something you're reading.
The audio version. I dare anyone to try reading or listening a single chapter without laughing out loud. Hysterical.

January photo a day: Day thirteen

In your bag.
Gloves, Hobo, Neutrogena hand cream, keys, ear buds, sunglasses, and marcel curling iron bc I didn't have time to do my hair before work.

January photo a day: Day twelve

Close up.
I have loved these wellies dearly, but sadly, they've sprung a leak.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A letter to my sixteen year old self

Saturday was a perfect day. I went to brunch at Sarabeth's, spent a few hours in Barnes & Noble, relaxed, went to the gym, and spent the evening laughing until I was hysterical with friends. While in B&N I came across a book recently published filled with letters celebrities had written to the sixteen year old version of themselves. I read through it and it was sometimes funny, and sometimes emotional. I found myself thinking about what I would write to my sixteen year old self. The author challenges the reader to write a letter, so I decided to do it. I really enjoyed it, and it also made me think about what my forty five year old self would write to me now.

Dear 16 year old me,

Wow. Are you ready to learn a lot? Because, you will, at least in the next 12 years. I’m sure even after that, but at this point I can’t say for certain, because I can only see the past, not the future.

Let me start off by telling you that life is good. It’s not without hard times, but overall, you are happy and incredibly blessed. You will make some amazing friends who are as close as family, with whom you’ll maintain a relationship for years and years. You’ll learn so much from these friends. Your family will grow with in-laws, nieces, and nephews, all of them a perfect fit. You’ll travel and see parts of the world others only dream about. You’ll do things others talk about and say, “I wish I could do that,” and instead of just wishing, you’ll just decide, and you’ll go do it while you have the freedom and flexibility to do so. In the beginning of your adult life you’ll take a leap, and it will pay off. Big time.

Now. A few pieces of advice. I wish when I was your age someone would have told me these things.

You’ll eventually get over your insecurities regarding your height. You won’t ever totally love being tall, but you’ll be okay with it, and learn to own it. You’ll even wear heels! I know, it seems crazy, right? But once you quit acting so awkward and insecure about it, others’ reactions won’t be one of surprise, but complimentary, and the attention you get will be mostly positive (and you won’t really care about the negative.)

A bit of bad news. Your senior year of high school adults will tell you that you’re going to date all the time in college. You’ll hear that a lot, actually. Don’t believe them. You won’t. Sure, you’ll have little blips on the radar here and there, but mostly it’ll be your roommates and friends being asked out on dates and having relationships and getting married. You’ll go to a lot of showers, and when you go home from college you’ll be asked ALL THE TIME about who you’re dating, and why you’re not married. It’ll feel painfully awkward and you’ll hate it. You’ll feel so insecure and like something is wrong with you since everyone told you you’d date, and it seems like everyone else is getting married. If you believe one thing, believe this: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU. You will date later in life, a lot. You’ll just be a late bloomer. There are so many things waiting for you after college that you would most likely not experience if you’d settled down early. Let me tell you something Mom will eventually think of senior year of college. When someone asks, “Are you dating anyone?” respond with, “Oh, nobody special.” You’ll wish she would have thought of it sooner. It will prevent people from saying awkward things to “make you feel better” if you had just told them no. But there is some good news, you will make a lot of good friends, and have a TON of fun. In some ways college will be the best years of your life. It's the perfect amount of freedom and lack of responsibility. There will be a handful of girls throughout the years that you'll become so close to, that you would not have traded to have dated more. I promise!!

You will have your first real boyfriend when you’re 21, and you’ll fall in love, but he’s more of a good friend than anything. You’ll learn all about relationships and kick yourself for judging others’ in the past. Breaking up will be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. It’ll be long and drawn out and painful (like future break ups) but you’ll get through it, and you’ll learn so much and really will not have regrets. You’ll date some really great guys who ultimately just aren’t for you. In addition to dating heartache, you’ll experience other heartache that will feel never ending. Even though it seems impossible, I promise, you’ll eventually get over it.

There will be something that happens in New York in 2001 that will change the way our country operates. I can’t go into more detail, but you’ll be sucked into the news more than an average freshman in college. You’ll also find yourself rooting for the Yankees, when everyone else is rooting for the Red Sox, in the 2004 pennant series. You won’t know why, since it seems the Sox are the team to root for. There’s a reason for these feelings. They’re foreshadowing.

It will be nearly impossible, but do your best to not let your emotions get wrapped up in the problems of your loved ones. It will take you a long time to learn, but you can’t control other people. (Yes, you can be a bit controlling. Even at my age, I haven’t really mastered letting go yet, but I realize it’s a problem we have.)

BE YOURSELF. Quit worrying about being popular, you have a ton of friends. It’s cliché, but being popular really doesn’t matter. Just be yourself because people really do prefer the real you, and you’ll be happier that way. You’ll find it’s the guys who you let your guard down around, because you have no interest in them, who end up liking you the most.

You know how you eat Taco Bell at 10pm after cheer practice whenever you want? You won’t be able to do that anymore and look the way you do in just a few more years. APPRECIATE THAT BODY! To be honest, as you get older you’ll still pretty much be able to eat what you want and look okay (a perk to being tall), but you will never have that perfect body that you have now. Enjoy it.

Your life (at least until you’re 28) will be different and so much better than you expect. You will meet such amazing people, find more success than you anticipate, and frequently find yourself overwhelmed with joy. It will not be without difficult times, but you will be grateful for all your experiences and find yourself thanking your Heavenly Father over and over for your blessings and your trials.

Enjoy the ride. Don’t compare yourself with others. Look for the best but have realistic expectations. Oh, and make sure you don’t drive off from the gas station with your tank lid on your roof. When you go to retrieve it you end up in fender bender. Nothing major, but it’s a stupid mistake that could have easily been avoided.

Much love,
28 year old you

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

January photo a day: Day eleven

Where you sleep.
I love my bed so much I could marry it. Best purchase I've ever made.

January photo a day: Day ten

Such simple times.

I couldn't pick just one. Love this one of me and Brad.

January photo a day: Day nine

Daily routine.
Walking walking. Anywhere and everywhere.

January photo a day: Day eight

Your sky.
I guess I should have waited for day six's photo for this day, but, oh well. I still think this sky (and skyline) is completely lovely. This is taken from the east side of the Reservoir, looking west. My apartment is somewhere in the middle of that skyline. This picture makes me so so happy.

January photo a day: Day seven

Favorite. I had a hard time picking a favorite anything for this day, but when I walked outside to a sunny 60 degree Saturday, I was so happy. Sort of ironic because I just went on and on about loving the seasons, and I still do, but that doesn't mean I don't completely enjoy a random 60 degree day in the Park in January. It was so lovely. I'm calling it my favorite winter day.

Friday, January 6, 2012

January photo a day: Day six

Makes you smile.

Sun setting over Manhattan.

January photo a day: Day five

Something you wore.

I sort of love photo a day. It gets me blogging and is sort of a fun snapshot of the day. Yesterday I got home and tore off everything pictured because even when it's cold outside, when you walk to and from work, on the inside you're sweating. I happened to glance over while going through my mail and thought, "There's my photo of the day." New ($23.99) coat, mittons, beanie, scarf, and Ugg boots. I know there are mixed feelings on Uggs but when it's 1 degree outside they are necessary for walking to work. It sucks when it's snowy/slushy outside because then I have to wear my wellies and even with thick socks they're just not as warm.

I heard all about the obscenely warm temps in California this week. People, I'm not jealous. No, I don't love the 1 degree weather, or even like it. Leaving work on Tuesday it was painful. But would I trade my seasons for beach weather in January? I'd prefer this winter weather to be more like 30s (today and tomorrow it's actually supposed to be 50), but I'll take what I can get. I cannot believe I actually feel this way but I do. And I'm sure one day if I live in California again I'll think the opposite. I can't imagine not having the winter wardrobe of layers and scarves, hats, and coats. I really do love getting all bundled up. I will complain somedays and I'll be ready for it to end about a month or two before it actually will, but I really do love it all. There is nothing, nothing like spring in New York. Everyone talks about fall in New York, which is incredible, but there's something about the first pleasant days that are filled with sunshine and bursting with tulips and daffodils. It is so lovely.

I'm reading a book called My City, My New York I impulsively bought while standing in line to buy my Kauai book. I freaking love it. It's a collection of blurbs from famous New Yorkers sharing their favorite places in New York. It's basically a big love letter to New York and my NY bucket list is growing because of it. I'm sure this is not the only time I'll be writing about this book.

I dogeared a page the other night that summed up so many feelings I have about spring in New York, Central Park, and the happiness with which I'm so frequently filled when I'm thinking about this place.

I grew up in Los Angeles, where all the seasons are pretty much the same. You can get away with having a jacket that just goes to your waist. But that's the extent of seasonal change in Southern California. And when I first got here, at the end of November of 1992, a friend of mine at ABC said to me, "There will come a time sometime in the spring when everything will just be perfect. The blooms will be out. The sun will be shining. You go sleeveless. And all of a sudden it all makes sense why you're here."
And the first time I felt that was in the spring of 1993. I was walking in Central park with my young daughter and that spring hit me. And so I have paid close attention to this ever since. Plus there's something about Central Park. And I know it's not the intellectual center of New York. I know it's not the theatrical center. I know it's not the educational center. But there's something about this giant park, this 840-acre park. It's the City's backyard - it's our backyard - both individually and collectively. It brings us together and in touch with nature in a way that no other place in New York can do.
So I use it all the time, and I live not far from the park. That spring of 1993, I took my daughter to the carousel and she was less than a year old. And I'm riding around it and she is having a blast. And something hit me: I thought, if I should die right now, I would be so happy. I was just so happy that I couldn't imagine life getting better than at that very moment.
I think that every spring I take that attitude and I can't wait for it to happen, especially after a brutal winter. The sun is finally out and you can just feel people's liberation after hibernation.

-Bill Ritter

May 5, 2007 was that day for me. KaRyn and I spent the day in Central Park and I was overwhelmed by the lovely spring perfect day. Having moved here in February, this day was like heaven.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Wedding wedding!!

To say Britt and Logan's wedding was fun would be a complete understatement. I was trying to think of what could have made it more fun and I think the only thing is if it were my own wedding. It was seriously a blast.
The rehearsal dinner was Thursday night at an Italian restaurant downtown called Trattoria Toscana. The dessert plate was ridiculous. Everything was amazing. Britt and Logan's siblings and fathers gave speeches and the whole evening was lovely.
Their photographers were with us this night and they were amazing. They are a married couple who know Logan because the husband, Stuart, served with him in Fiji. They live in Fiji now. Anyway, they stood outside the restaurant and when everyone would walk out they took a bunch of photos like they were paparazzi and it was awesome. It completely took me by surprise when I walked out but it was fun to see everyones reactions when they'd walk out. Some were total hams, Haley walked out like the celeb she is and just held her hand up to the cameras, and Britt and Logan walked out with glasses on and Log's hat pulled down low. It was a lot of fun.

And dinner we stopped by Britt and Log's new place to get a few things. Haley Roe and I got silly while waiting.

It was so fun to be together while Brittany got ready. As you can see she looked absolutely stunning. Seriously Britt always looks great but I have never seen her look better.

I died over this adorable hanger Britt ordered on etsy. So cute.

Everyone stayed at the Millennium Hilton downtown. In the morning I had to go up to the boys' suite to pick something up and they had this great view of the 9/11 memorial from their window.

When I used to see that couples would do a "first look" photo I used to think, "eh." I thought there was something so much more magical about seeing each other for the first time when they were actually getting married. However, I've completely changed my mind. It was so awesome to watch Logan stand there, knowing his gorgeous bride was right behind him, and then watch him turn and see her for the first time. And to be able to capture that moment on film was amazing. So many tourists stopped to take photos of them. It was so cute. Just the sight of Britt brought Logan to tears and that's when I realized, to have a man love you so much that he can't even keep from crying when he sees you on your wedding day would be pretty amazing.

After the sealing. I've never waited for a bride and groom outside the Manhattan temple before. It was kind of funny, people kept stopping to ask who we were waiting for, thinking it was a celebrity, since there was a big crowd of us and photographers. They thought the same thing the night before at the dinner.

Our group went to take photos across the street and Lincoln Center with the temple in the background and we were immediately stopped by a cop who said we needed a permit. Britt and Log had researched and had found out we only needed a permit if the photographer was using a tripod, or if we were asking people to move out of our photos. Since neither of those would be happening, they didn't get one. However, this police man would not let up. Logan went to talk to him and the VP of Lincoln Center just happened to be strolling by. She overheard and said she'd go take care of the permit, no problem. Logan's sister mentioned the night before that things just seem to always work out for Logan. We all laughed because Britt has the same luck. Between this, and the 50 degree sunny weather (in New York! On December 30th!) it seems their luck will continue.

We took a bunch of photos and even though we froze without our coats, we had a total blast.

I miss living with these two.

We all all headed downtown to Battery Gardens for the ring ceremony and reception. It was beautiful. We were greeted with the most amazing sunset over the Hudson River and Statue of Liberty, and the venue had gorgeous views.

Britt and Log's first dance to Ray Charles's Georgia. So sweet. I loved their choice of song. Everything the whole night was perfect. The photo booth, dinner, and especially the dancing. It was so fun to have so many former New Yorkers in town. We seriously danced our hearts out all night and just had so so much fun. At one point a bartender asked me why none of us were drinking alcohol and I said, "Do you think we need it?" He laughed and said, "I guess not." I wish I could express how much fun it was. At one point I just stopped and looked around at all my friends, dancing like no one was watching, making dorky faces and just having fun. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I am so thankful for my friends. I feel so incredibly blessed to have them in my life and for the lessons I've learned from them.

Britt and Logan did such a good job incorporating their heritage into their wedding. Logan is Scottish so the groomsmen wore green and blue plaid ties and Logan wore a green and blue plaid dinner jacket. They had a similar background for the photo booth. Brittany is part Hawaiian so when they left for the night they were wearing leis. Something I also really loved was their party favor. Back in May Britt and Logan took their first trip to Chicago together, to Logan's home. On their first night back to New York they got take out Chinese and they were given three fortune cookies. They each had one and decided the last would be their fortune together. It was something along the lines of, "Within the year you will move into a wonderful new home." That began their serious talks of marriage and here they were, two days before the new year, getting married. They had the fortune framed, and in lieu of favors made a donation to Habitat for Humanity, which is close to Logan's heart, to build others' wonderful new homes, and we were sent home with little Chinese takeout boxes with fortune cookies in them. I thought it was so perfect.

I know I'm forgetting things but it seemed like everything was just perfect. I am so thankful these two made it official!!

January photo a day: Day four

It seemed sort of weird but it was actually kind of cool to see all the photos of different mail boxes. I should mention, I had the best mail day yesterday. A wedding announcement from Lindsey, a thank you note, a Christmas greeting from New Mexico, and a J. Crew catalogue. And not a single bill. What could be better?

January photo a day: Day three

Something you adore.

I stole these photos from Elise's blog of my nephew because I absolutely adore that boy.

January photo a day: Day two


So it's kind of lame but I didn't eat breakfast. This was my lunch. Ashley, Jen, and I went to the famous Katz Deli for lunch. I didn't realize until Ashley told me but this is where the famous "I'll have what she's having" scene was filmed in When Harry Met Sally. That is one of my all time favorite movies so I made sure to watch it the night before we went.
The grilled cheese was delish! And I'm obviously having Diet Pepsi because they only had Pepsi products. Lame.

January photo a day challenge: Day 1

I love Instagram. I've had it for a while but I'm loving it more and more and it's probably my favorite iPhone app. A lot of people are doing the January photo a day challenge and when I learned about it on Jan 2 I wanted in. Since I missed day 1 (photo of yourself) and I hadn't taken any photos at all on Jan 1 this year, I used a photo from Jan 1, 2011. I was in London wandering down Portobellow Road in Notting Hill. Not a bad way to spend spend New Year's Day.