Classic 80s - Graul style. #tbt
puppies’ first baths aaahhhhh
This is probably the third time I have reblogged this, but it gets me every time. They’re just all too cute.
Bathtime for dogbabies!
Omfg. So cute.
This is so, so stupid, but:
I ran to grab my charger to bring into the living room as my laptop was dying, and I’d had a lot of coffee so as I entered the room I started swinging it around my head like a lasso. I didn’t even get one full rotation in before I shattered a vase. The big square battery pack part just slammed right into it and boom, glass everywhere.
It’s like God saw me and yelled “NO, NOT CUTE.”
remember in that movie what women want when he’s in the park and a bunch of women run by and he’s being overwhelmed by all their thoughts and just among all the voices he hears the thoughts of a french poodle? i hate that. he can read the thoughts of dogs? what? HUH? i’ve never been able to let that go. i’ve held onto it for years and i’ll never be able to let it go.
I was watching the Bachelorette last night and they flew Des and her guys to Atlantic City this week. She chose James for a one on one date and they ended up touring the coast in a helicopter, viewing the destruction caused by Hurricane Sandy. It was sobering. They landed in Seaside Heights, as that was the hardest hit area. As they walked on foot through some damaged areas, the house where the partying idiots on Jersey Shore lived could briefly be seen in the background. While watching one reality show, I noticed the venue of another.
Moral of the story? I really have to find better things to watch on tv. Or better yet, read more.
As my extended birthday weekend draws to an end and I reflect on the decade behind me, I feel so unbelievably thankful. My twenties are now over. They included fabulously fun times, as well as some of the hardest moments I’ve ever endured. But that’s life, right? Good and bad and joyful and bittersweet. Amazingly jubilant days and terrifyingly frightening days all rolled in to one crazy mess. Enduring things we think no one could possibly understand and eventually realizing that someone else has been going through the exact same thing. Ultimately, we aren’t alone. My generation specifically was taught we are all special and unique butterflies, but really we are all so alike.
I’ve gained wisdom from the experience of my twenties and they make me so thankful for the things I have as I enter my third decade of life.
First on the list is Phil. My fiancé is the most amazing man. He threw me a surprise party at our house and invited all of my family and close friends. Weeks of planning went in to the party, including countless conversations with his mom and my mom to pull it off. But it was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. I could tell how much he genuinely wanted to surprise me and how much he wanted me to be happy. Also, he put up a tent. That’s love.
Second are the friends and family I am so ridiculously blessed to have. I used to worry that I didn’t have tons of friends, but I’ve realized it isn’t the amount of friends you have, but the real quality of the friendships that matter. And in that category, I win so hard.And on top off all that goodness, I will be getting hitched in my thirtieth year of life. Can’t wait to marry that guy next May. It’s going to be magical.
Advice? Life is short. Take time to step outside yourself and your inner monologue (my own can be relentless) to really be present and enjoy your trip around the sun each year. Savor the good moments as much as you are able. They carry you through the tough ones.