I have been so very blessed in my life to have AMAZING girlfriends. I think if I am ever a mother of a girl that’s one of the things I would pray for her to have…amazing girlfriends. I can only imagine that my mother has had her hand in facilitating some of these friendships. From my college roommates, to my mission companions, to my Arizona girlfriends, to my “return to Utah” girlfriends, and now, my New York girlfriends, I just can’t imaging that my mother isn’t looking down on me and thinking how glad she is that I have been so very blessed.
|Amanda, our waiter, Kelly, me, and Sarah J. at Graham Elliot
in Chicago for Kelly’s birthday!
Dear besties (all of you),
Thank you for being amazing friends. Thank you for being the types of friends I can see after a week, a month, a year, or a decade, and being able to pick right up like no time had passed. Thank you for not judging my choices. Thank you for always being supportive and having my back. Thank you for listening to get excited about a new boy (and then understanding when I need to talk about why it didn’t work out). Thank you for giving me so many fun memories throughout my life.
P.S. the rest of this post is not so sappy.
Dear lady painting your nails on the plane,
Seriously? Il y a des limites, quand même.
A girl who takes personal maintenance seriously, but realizes there are limits
Dear college band on my flight Sunday,
Was it really necessary to travel in your matching outfits on a red-eye? A RED-EYE?! And your outfits…not super attractive. And why were you all so chatty? Thank goodness for noise canceling headphones and Tylenol PM.
With hopes that you don’t bug other people as much as you bugged me,
A normally pleasant traveler (okay, maybe not lately, but Delta and their stupid boarding and ghetto JFK terminal make me mad!)
Dear 55+ year olds currently hitting on me online,
You are all old enough to actually have sired me. Yes. That word is gross. And that’s why I’m using it. It’s gross that you are hitting on me. You have children old enough to be my siblings and none of you have enough money to make me consider marrying you for it. What I’m trying to understand is how it is you think that I would actually be interested? Especially since I’ve clearly stated on my profile what the upper end of my age limit is in terms of a potential future spouse, and you are well outside that range. You like to say that age doesn’t matter, but when was the last time you went out with a 76+ year old woman? And I think I’ve made my point.
Thanks but no thanks,
A woman who still feels anything over a six year age difference is inappropriate
P.S. For those of you paying attention, there was a boy…there no longer is a boy (by mutual decision)…so it’s back to the drawing board (or internet, as it were).
I’m pretty sure I’ve written you a letter before, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to adequately express to you just how much I love you. I LOVE YOU!
|there are a number of things I would change,
but not bad for two hours start to finish
Dear Art Studio NY,
For many, many years I have believed that I have very little artistic ability, so finally, I decided to conquer my fear and just take a painting class. And while I definitely don’t think I’ll be winning any art competitions any time soon (are those even a thing?) or selling a painting, I had a fabulous time learning a little bit about painting and feel pretty good about my two hour painting. Hopefully I can find the money to take some more classes in the near future.
The girl who is so happy she manages to find 20 seconds of courage to sign up for things that scare her
|best pea soup ever|
There’s this pretty cool social networking group in NYC that one of my coworkers introduced me to called Urban Girl Squad. She sent out an invite for an event called Cupcakes and Champagne to a few of us at work. So, tonight, five of us headed headed over to this event and it was really fun. This little group does all kinds of other fun things, too…like rifle shooting lessons (yes, I will be signing up for that one next time it’s available)!
Just one more reason to love New York and love my job and my coworkers!
|I think this might have been the last time the three of us were together before the NQBW.|
So, back when the lovely Sarah asked me to be her Maid of Honor, a plan was created. Kelly and I wanted to do something for her as a sort of bachelorette party, but with Sarah in Utah…and Utah being not the most exciting place for a bachelorette weekend…and Kelly and me in NYC, we had to figure out what to do. So we listed the help of Sarah’s soon-to-be husband. Mike was a total doll about the whole thing. He helped us figure it out.
The plan: surprise Sarah with a weekend in New York. We coordinated dates. We figured out what Mike would tell Sarah and how we were going to keep it a surprise. It was PERFECT!
And then Sarah and Mike eloped a week before the bachelorette weekend. And then the plan was complicated by Mike’s work and an unplanned trip to California. And the surprise was no longer a surprise. That said, the weekend was still amazing…and probably much more enjoyable for Sarah since she was able to pack for NYC weather (which did not cooperate) as opposed to CA weather.
|Our darling shirts from Amy Tangerine !|
So, even though the surprise was no longer a surprise, the weekend was so fun! We shopped. We ate. We lounged. We laughed. We went to a show (Follies…we do not recommend it). We ate some more. We slept. We watched Bridesmaids. We got pedicures. We brunched. We froze a little in the crazy weather. It had been way too long since the three of us had been together. Way. Too. Long. No boyfriends. No husbands. Just the girls. Not something any of us wants to have all the time, but it was fun for a weekend (especially for the single girl–me).
I’m so happy for Sarah and Mike and am so glad she married someone who will help us plan surprise weekends, even if the plan didn’t work out exactly as planned! And I can’t wait to party it up on New Year’s for their not-quite-wedding-reception.
A couple of weeks ago, Jenna (you should visit her blog…she’s hilarious) and I started running together in the mornings. What this means is that I am up every morning at 5:15 so I can get out the door and meet Jenna for our morning run. And by “run” I mean I run the 1.5 miles to meet her…then we walk and talk (sometimes we jog) for about 30 minutes, and then I run home.