Tagged: goodthings

*happy mail dance* A new pair of pants and a card from my mom. Thanks, mom! A box full of orange-flavored tic-tacs from my brother.* Thanks, John! A card & a photo of a park in early spring from a friend. I’m continually flabbergasted and touched by the thoughtfulness and generosity of people, especially and most mindbogglingly, from those I have never met. Last week I posted about the cruddy mood that had rained all over my parade and was threatening to eat me alive, and today in the mail I got a card prompted by that post from Bethany....

What a perfect day this has been! Anders got home last night from Spain, ending my 3 weeks of husband-less-ness and it just got better from there: ♥ sleeping in (no better way to start off my day!) ♥ being in a really good mood ♥ sparkly sparkly snow and sunshine ♥ whizzing through 3 loads of laundry…mmmm, clean soft clothes! ♥ several really productive hours catching up on the overload at work ♥ a half-hour walk soaking up sunshine with Martin: we saw geese in a V, a horse, 2 poodles (1 big & 1 small) and a pheasant...

It’s traditional and expected to look back on the year that has just passed and reflect over what has happened, what has changed and what one has accomplished. 2008 felt kind of like a placeholder year to me; a year where we kept the status quo: no real major event took place, a year that felt sort of business as usual, for better or for worse. It doesn’t feel, upon reflection, that anything really really bad or really really good happened to me or to my family, which seems like an acceptable way to get through 365 days, actually. In...

Everywhere there are yummy yummy recipes coming at me like zingity fattening yummalicious food bombs. First, I do it to myself by visiting friends with mad cooking skillz and the willingness to share recipes. And I buy Martha Stewart Living magazines just so I can LICK THE PAGES. And then I make it worse by choosing to participate in the AWC holiday cookie exchange which kickstarts the baking of the Christmas cookies. Then ozswede perpetuates the temptation with a string of delicious recipes that have me frantically printing and gathering and drooling, and then she sends me links to things...