keeping my cool throughout the pile of things that went wrong-ish today, the stress-relieving powers of a good workout, a homemade dinner (made by me—the boy is working. also, he doesn’t cook), and getting to start packing for our thanksgiving trip. i LOVE packing—it’s part of the excitement of planning to go somewhere.

actually, i often wish i could come home and rest my head on ira glass. emily knows what i’m talking about.

(etsy find)

(julie don’t read this one)

i made the most delicious brussels sprouts tonight. (what is in them that i’ve been craving them? are they a good source of some vitamin that i don’t get enough of?) my mom and sister and i do this thing where my mom emails us a recipe, and then we all make and send around our opinions. so far it has led to some really delicious things, and i bought the ingredients for this week’s recipe, brussels sprouts with mustard butter, which called for 1lb of brussels. i was feeling too lazy to make the mustard butter, so instead i just boiled the sprouts and tossed them with a little bit of olive oil, a little bit of grey poupon and a little bit of fresh parsley. i could’ve eaten the whole pot. (and considering we’re leaving town on wednesday, i’ll probably need to.) anyways, delicious. i love vegetables now in a way that i never could’ve anticipated.

meaghano:

copycats:

Bring It On Home to Me - Colin Meloy & Laura Gibson
originally by Sam Cooke
(posted by sometimesagreatnotion)

Tears, meet Face. Face, Tears.

Oh, I believe we’ve met.

oh gosh.

kvknowsherfun:

Why yes, that is a giant bag of clementines on my desk.

jenny bought a bag of these and i ate three today at lunch, and i probably could’ve consumed more if i hadn’t had to get back to work (and stop eating other people’s fruit.)

finally catching up on some of the piles that had accumulated at work, a strong run at the gym, and a marathon phone conversation with my wonderful parents.

i’m in love with christoph niemann’s inventive leaves.

nedhepburn:

Biz Markie “Just A Friend”

oh baby you, you got what i neeeeeed.

a clean house and piles of fresh laundry, an ANTM marathon on oxygen, and not having to put on real pants all day (from pj’s to running tights to leggings).