Lunchtime Meetings Downtown and Such

Picture this.

I'm running late (hard to imagine, I know). I'm rushing through a courtyard carrying the outfit I need to be wearing for my meeting 5 minutes from now.

I stop a security guard: "I might sound like an idiot, but I can't find the entrance to the ------ building.:

In a Scottish accent: "You don't sound like an idiot. You sound like an American."

He tells me how to get into the building. I pray that there will be an empty elevator. There isn't. Luckily I share with a nice lady.

Me: Do you care if I change my shirt really quickly?
Her: No. That's fine.
Me: Great. Thanks. I also work for ------- so we're probably going to run into each other at some point in the future and you're going to think, 'Oh my gosh, it's the girl who changed in the elevator."

She laughs and gets off the elevator.

I arrive to my meeting at noon.on.the.dot.

Worth it.

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Is this real life? 

Moxie

Snagged the photo here. The etymology of the word is kind of awesome.

And in case you didn't know, Ted Williams is sometimes called the greatest hitter that ever lived. 

Moxie: bold vigor or courage; force of determination or character; energy; pep; courage; spirit; know-how; expertise; backbone; guts.1, 2 

I Should Probably Have More of this Word in my Life. Literally and Figuratively. 

I'm Grateful for Jenn with Two ENNS

Jenn with two enns

owner of earrings

supporter of shopping

wearer of heels

teacher of whistling

master of half-face photos

sharer of family

appreciator of all things nephew

leaver of messages

"who I love so much"

Happy Thanksgiving, lady. 

I Love it When I Love it

Once upon a time I dated a boy who was perfect. Seriously and legitimately perfect. But for some reason, I wasn't into it. As Spencer so perfectly put it, the mysterious X-factor just wasn't there. People kept telling me he was a great guy (he was); that marriage is hard and you just have to make it work, but I couldn't shake the feeling that you should actually want to marry the person you marry. Call me crazy.

The night I told him I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole thing, he cried. Legitimately cried and said, "It's just really hard because I know exactly how I feel about you, but you don't know how you feel about me." So we took a break. I really missed him, so we gave it another shot. A four-month shot. Full of ups and downs and ins and outs and really good times and really hard times and me really really wanting to be in love with him.Wanting to feel about him like he did about me.

We spent a perfect weekend at a cabin with my family. When he dropped me off at home, he kissed me, looked me straight in the face and said, "I love it when I love it." In that moment, I agreed, I had loved it so much the entire weekend and I thought, if the future is full of days like this, then I want nothing else in life.

But it didn't last. It culminated in my uncontrollable crying on the grass one night, and we broke up.

And sometimes now on the days when I'm lonely or the days when I'm sad or the days when I think maybe I should just give it up and settle, I remember how much I loved it then. I really want to find a young man I can love it with. Just really, sincerely love it. And call me crazy, but I really want him to feel the same way about me.

If we can find that, then maybe, just maybe, all of the boys in the argyle sweaters who didn't get my number will be worth it.

On Introversion: I'm a Closet Intovert

This is 19 minutes and 5 seconds you won't regret watching. Trust me.
As I get older I feel like I define myself as much more of an introvert than I have in the past.
According to Susan Cain that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Has this happened to anyone else?
Do you feel your level of introversion or extroversion shifting with time?

Sleep

In my defense, I didn't start reading Hemingway on purpose. Okay, actually that was a lie. 

 I bought The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway on half.com after Cate recommended that I read A Clean, Well-lighted Place. 

 I recently started reading said short stories.

Let's talk plots. 

Story number one: Woman has an affair and then accidentally shoots her husband in the head while hunting in Africa.

Story number two: Paco and his friend are playing matadors. Paco gets stabbed in the femoral artery and bleeds to death. 

Story number three: Man goes hiking, gets a scratch, gets gangrene, dies. 

I'd keep going, but really, I think you get the point. 

According to Hemingway, why did the Chicken cross the Road? 

To Die. In the Rain. Alone.

Since I'm too young to die in the rain alone,

 I went back to my roots: good old fashioned young adult fiction. 

The McGillicuddy Book of Personal Records by Colleen Sydor.

A book about a kid who likes to read quotes by famousmart people. 

Ironically, it listed this quote by Mr. H himself. 

Now, let's just pretend for a second that Hemingway was not the author of 98% of the saddest stories in all of time. Let's say someone with my outlook on life had said that.

Now wouldn't that be funny and brilliant? 

Speaking of funny and brilliant and sleep,

the other day on Pinterest I found a quote that is probably the most descriptive of me and my life.

But seriously, ask my family, my roommates, or anyone who's ever been on a road trip with me. 

My life motto could essentially be expressed as:

Happy weekend. 

Geese

Did you ever wonder why when geese fly in a V, one side is always longer than the other? 

Well, wonder no more. 

Little brother James explained it to me.

The reason one side is always longer is:

There are more geese on that side.

License Plate Wisdom

Why didn't I think of that? 

No one laughs at God when a doctor calls after some routine tests

The first 60 seconds.
It's true. No one does.

Sometimes real life is my favorite part of life.

Once Upon a Time This Series of Texts Actually Happened

Me: Hey were' going to the hot tub at Raintree in 15 minutes if you want to come.

Haha who is this?

Me. Liz. I stalked your number from [......]

I think you have the wrong number.

Me: Oh man. That's awkward

Don't worry about it ;) Unless you're looking for Jordan

Me: Only if Jordan's cute. Lol.*

Well, I'm 21, I have dark blue eyes, brown, hair, I'm 5'11" and have a lean build. Haha.

Me: Well sounds like we're basically twins, but i'm 26 :) oops

Well, good luck getting in touch with whoever it is you were looking for, and have fun hot tubbing!

*Yes, I did say Lol. Nobody's perfect

Love note to Necco Wafers.

Is it the old school 50's design?

The wax paper wrapper?

Perhaps above all else, it is 

the arbitrary order of the

colors in the package.

Without pattern

 without reason

without rhyme.

anti-compulsivity therapy in the best sort of way.

happiness is a clean desktop, among other things