Monday, January 28, 2008
Snow!
As luck would have it, I had pre-decided to take today off. Yeah for snow! As unluck would have it, I haven't charged my camera battery in a while, so I wait patiently to charge the battery and pray the snow doesn't melt just yet.
Meanwhile, these photos are from my camera phone. fun!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Who do you want to win?!
Every year, no matter how much or how little I watch football during regular season, I get revved up to watch the Super Bowl. This year is no different. I've probably watched more this year than I have since I was a kid (and bugging my dad with questions like, "what's a cornerback?" and "what does PAT mean?" and "why is Jim Zorn so cute?").
Yesterday's game with Green Bay and New York was so great! My only hope is that the Super Bowl can be that exciting.
Bring on the garlic, cheese dip!
Yesterday's game with Green Bay and New York was so great! My only hope is that the Super Bowl can be that exciting.
Bring on the garlic, cheese dip!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Go, Seahawks!!
A few weeks ago we went to a Seahawks game and had these great seats -- thanks to our friend-with-season-tickets Steve! It was something like 7 rows back on the 50-yard line. Niiiiice.
Tomorrow the Seahawks take on Green Bay in their hometown. It's bound to be a nail-biter, but I sure hope our boys in blue and green win!
Go
Seahawks
Go
Seahawks
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
New Year's Day Traditions
A woman in my book club watches all 3 Godfather films each New Year's Day. Her son is now a teenager and has joined in her tradition to watch them with her. Some people watch football (wait... there is football today, right?) and, apparently, I'm not one of them.
Here's what I do: I find a local coffee house, usually an independent, one-off, and I order a delicious, coffee treat in a ceramic mug. Not one of those paper to-go cups, but a real, ceramic i'm-staying-here-for-a-while mugs. I get comfy, take off my coat, open an envelope marked, "To Naomi, to be read on 1-1-19xx" and I read a letter I wrote to myself a year ago at some other funky, coffee shop.
I always laugh, I often cry, and I'm always entertained at how much I've grown (or how little) in a year. Things that troubled me a year ago have long since been forgotten and it puts those pains into a significant perspective for me. You can get over *anything* in a year, I always say. And I do.
Once I've finished reading my letter, which can range from several pages, to a 12-page book if I was feeling inspired one year, I open a notebook of clean, sparkling white, college-ruled, lined paper and pluck a favorite pen from my bag. The paper has to be in a spiral-bound notebook, and the pen must be a good one. It's very important to have the right pen, for the right pen can invoke magical writing skills while a dud of a pen can halt the process and get me out the door too quickly. I love having the right pen.
I write a new letter, pouring out my thoughts and feelings of the past year, as well as my wonders and hopes for the upcoming year. It's not filled with resolutions, but rather it's a record of my thoughts on my life at the time.
I love this ritual, and I've been doing it every year since 1992.
Only now I drink decaf.
Here's what I do: I find a local coffee house, usually an independent, one-off, and I order a delicious, coffee treat in a ceramic mug. Not one of those paper to-go cups, but a real, ceramic i'm-staying-here-for-a-while mugs. I get comfy, take off my coat, open an envelope marked, "To Naomi, to be read on 1-1-19xx" and I read a letter I wrote to myself a year ago at some other funky, coffee shop.
I always laugh, I often cry, and I'm always entertained at how much I've grown (or how little) in a year. Things that troubled me a year ago have long since been forgotten and it puts those pains into a significant perspective for me. You can get over *anything* in a year, I always say. And I do.
Once I've finished reading my letter, which can range from several pages, to a 12-page book if I was feeling inspired one year, I open a notebook of clean, sparkling white, college-ruled, lined paper and pluck a favorite pen from my bag. The paper has to be in a spiral-bound notebook, and the pen must be a good one. It's very important to have the right pen, for the right pen can invoke magical writing skills while a dud of a pen can halt the process and get me out the door too quickly. I love having the right pen.
I write a new letter, pouring out my thoughts and feelings of the past year, as well as my wonders and hopes for the upcoming year. It's not filled with resolutions, but rather it's a record of my thoughts on my life at the time.
I love this ritual, and I've been doing it every year since 1992.
Only now I drink decaf.
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