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|
Thank you for helping me stay connected to people through photos. While my blogging has been rather neglected recently, I still have documentation of my life because of you. And thank you for making it so easy to post photos to Twitter and Facebook, too. And finally, thank you for enabling me to take a selfie that made me look so great. Pretty much, you are my favorite app ever.
I love, love, love you!
P.S. In case you had forgotten since yesterday, here’s the pic I was referring to.
|You can see why it would be so easy to just chill all weekend.|
|See the lovely hexagon. This was the night it happened.|
|And three days later there was a bruise showing exactly where the ball had hit.|
After 19 days (with a 4 day stop at home in between) I am finally home in NYC. It’s always this weird, bittersweet thing. I love New York, but I also love my family and the new babies and I’m already feeling withdrawals. But, back to reality. I’m actually super excited to go to work tomorrow (weird, I know) and get back to soccer and The Bachelor watching with my girlfriends, and lots of other stuff. But I will miss my family, and a car, and Sonic Diet Coke, and having munchkins wake me up asking for “wowwy-powwy pancakes”. It’s too bad I can’t have it all all the time, but I guess that’s life. Until I figure it out, I’ll just appreciate that I have so many places I can call “home”.
So, I decided this year was the year to send out a holiday card. I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of years now (inspired by my friend Anne who sent one a few years back), but just never got around to it. But this is the year that I am totally embracing my life as a fabulous singleton with an amazing life. Growing up in a culture that revolves around families (and rightly so, I think), I always hoped I’d be married with babies by this point in my life. That’s not to say that I thought I would be (I’m what I like to call a late bloomer). But hoped. Such is not the case (and thankfully so, given the person I was thinking of marrying at one point in time). That said, I am just tired of feeling like there are certain things I can’t do until I’m married. Not because anyone has said as much, just because I believed as much. But this is the year that all changes. And what better way to start it off than by sending my own holiday card with my own “year in review” update.
So, here’s the card (if you didn’t get one and you think you should have…I’m sorry, send me your address for next year) and a copy of my “year in review” letter. Exciting things are on the horizon for 2012 (so exciting that I’m kind of dying to see how it all turns out and to share bits and pieces as I can) and with any luck, next year’s letter will make all of you insanely jealous. Because that’s the point of these letters, right, to make you all wish you were me? Wait, it’s not? I’m so confused. In any case, enjoy!
This year has been full of blessings, trials, adventures, and lots of flying from one end of the country to the other. I have been loving my life in New York (where I’ve been working at [a big bank–trying to keep my work life and personal life separate here on the interwebs] since I finished my MBA in the spring of 2010) and this year it has definitely started to feel like home and I’ve really been enjoying all the city has to offer with the help of my wonderful NYC friends.
Some highlights from the year include having lots of visits from many of you (some of whom I hosted in my itty-bitty Upper West Side apartment), lots of travel to see family (specifically my seven—soon to be nine!—nieces and nephews) and friends, spending hours riding my bike along the Hudson and throughout Central Park, visiting museums, going to the theater, playing soccer, lots of time at the beach, eating out (there are so many great restaurants here!), dating adventures (even when the dates aren’t so great, they still make for fantastic stories), weekend trips to Rhode Island, Boston, and D.C., and teaching the 5-year-olds at church (this is a highlight now, but six months ago?…let’s just say we had a bit of a rough start).
While this year has definitely had its ups and downs (yes, there have been downs…but who writes about that stuff in a note like this?), I feel very blessed for my family and friends, my faith, my health, and a job I absolutely love. And I hope you can all say the same!
Wishing you all the best in 2012,