Our little balcony herb garden is doing really well, no thanks to me. Jon is the gardener around here and he doesn’t like when I touch anything in fear that I will kill it. Unfortunately, I can’t say much in response because his fears come with good reason. My black thumb reaches far and wide. Yesterday, I snipped some basil to use in my lunch, without permission of course. And when he got home, my harvesting was quickly discovered. He informed me that I need to cut a little bit from everywhere, not just from one side, blah blah. Ya, our basil plant is no longer as pretty as it once was, but in my defense, I thought it’s main purpose was to use it, not stare at it!
It’s not common that I find people that like to craft as much as I do, and I would have never guessed that I would find someone in Switzerland of all places. But I did, and she might actually like to craft more than I do, which I didn’t really know was possible!
I have to say I have a pretty good memory, though it’s not always useful. I’m really good at remembering the date of people’s birthdays, but not necessarily good at wishing them a happy birthday on the actual day. I could also tell you the price of every item of clothing in my closet, but that doesn’t do anyone any good. One thing that I do pride myself in is remembering things people tell me they like. I store it away somewhere in that brain of mine, and bring it back to my attention when their birthday rolls around. The one problem that usually arises from this is that I don’t give myself the proper amount of time to buy or execute said gift.
We took a mid-winter tropical escape to a little island called Seychelles off the coast of Africa. We marked it our “official” honeymoon since it was a whole week vacation with just the two of us. And a honeymoon it was. We flew in to this tiny airport that felt like we were landing on the set of LOST with the lush greenery and secluded beaches. Those secluded beaches were exactly what made the trip so amazing. Warm water that was bluer than blue (on the calm days) and stretches of beach that allowed me the option of choosing whatever spot I wanted (shade please! My poor pale skin can’t handle the sun). I read books, made a bracelet, and drank fresh coconut water all the while my fish of a husband was surfing or snorkeling away in the water. Other than beach days, we toured the island, took a snorkeling trip, and wined and dined. No crazy stories, just a perfectly relaxing vacation.
As I’m sitting in my apartment watching the rain fall on this mid-May day, I am dreaming of summer afternoons where I can sit on my balcony with a cold beverage in hand. Right now I have my hot tea by my side, but I have high hopes that I will need to substitute this tea for a drink to cool me down from the hot summer sun. My summer daytime drink of choice happens to be an Arnold Palmer. Iced tea mixed with lemonade- a perfect combination to sweeten up any afternoon.
I have 5 best girlfriends from high school and I feel like one lucky lady. The older we get, the harder it is to see each other, but we still manage to make it work. Last year, we wanted to do something special for our “10 year anniversary” of friendship. All together now, “awww.” We have been friends since our Freshman year of high school and we wanted to plan a fun trip with all six of us to celebrate. Can you guess how long it took six busy ladies to find a weekend that worked for everyone? Over a year! But, we finally settled on a date and location and off we went.
Let’s talk about summer toes for a little bit. I have this odd personal pet peeve that doesn’t allow me to wear sandals if my toes aren’t painted. I even have a hard time going to yoga without painted toes, but I managed to get over that since it’s hard to stay motivated to upkeep them in the winter. Normally, by this time of the year, my toes would already be nicely pedicured. But, the cold San Francisco summer hasn’t given me the opportunity to wear sandals.
I went on my biannual trip to Costco to save money by buying in bulk, of course. This is great in theory, until I usually end up spending $300 on anything and everything I might ever need. Two years worth of gum, a new swim suit, and some good ole Ling Ling potstickers to name a few. Luckily, besides some popsicles that melted on the way home, my worst impulse buy this time around was a huge package of strawberries. Six dollars for a million strawberries! How can you beat that? It’s great and all if you have some people to share with, but I live by myself. How could I possibly manage to eat a Costco-sized container of strawberries before they went bad?