You knew this was gonna happen, right?
KOREA
What to do when your husband falls asleep early and you’re still wide awake in a hotel in Korea
Posted on February 6, 2015
^^ What we ate tonight from a little Italian place nearby. No wonder Sly is fast asleep. ^^
And now for a long overdue post…
JANUARY
The new year started out pretty rough for me. It’s a period of time that I’d rather not waste any more emotional energy on because even a year later a lot of the feelings are still raw. I would never claim to be an overly positive person but I’d rather just focus and remember the good things that happened during this time frame: cozy weekends snuggled with the kitties, lots of Bikram yoga, vintage pyrex scored at a nearby thrift store, and a last minute trip to NYC where I self-medicated by eating everything in sight, though that can probably be said about any trip to NYC. Four donuts before dinner and a bottle of full sugar pistachio milk? Why the hell not. We ate our way around the city, stayed out all night with some old friends, stumbled in (late) to brunch with different friends, ate our favorite Russ and Daughter’s bagels on the rooftop of our hotel, explored some new NYC places, and then finished off the trip with massive pastrami sandwiches from Katz’s Deli. It’s impossible to visit NYC and not come away feeling the tiniest bit more alive, more creative, and more excited about life.
We left Seoul late last week and drove South through the mountainous countryside to our new home of Daegu. It snowed for most of the trip and a thick fog lingered all day over the tops of all the mountains. At about the halfway mark we stopped at a typical Korean rest stop consisting of lots of food stalls, indoors and out, a convenience store, a couple bakeries, Dunkin Donuts (!!), bathrooms, and outdoor workout equipment for those that felt like working out in the snow. Continue Reading
New year’s Eve 2014, as told through a zillion photos
Oh just $400+ or so worth of fireworks. No big deal. God Bless Texas
We started off with the smaller fireworks. Jack wore some gloves we picked up for him at Walgreens that he initially didn’t want to wear…until he realized how damn cold it was outside.
We quickly moved on to the loudest, most ear popping shell fireworks that sounded as if a canon had been fired. Several car alarms were triggered, shut off, triggered again, shut off, repeat. It was pretty hilarious. You would think our neighbors would have been pissed, and it’s quite possible they were, but for the most part everyone on the street came flooding out of their houses to watch the show.
If you only knew how many tries it took to get this photo. And then when we finally did we were so excited/happy/inebriated that it was as if our team had won the world series.
On New Year’s Eve we all packed into Sly’s car and drove to our neighborhood fireworks warehouse. “Where are we going again, ” Sly asked and I looked at him, confused, because wasn’t it completely obvious? “You know, the fireworks place down the street — the one with the inflatable ape on top,” I answered. It wasn’t registering with Sly and then, after retelling a story about being pulled over by the cops that one time after leaving the store and accidentally driving into city limits, I realized that he wasn’t with us when that happened, that he had never actually been to THE fireworks store — the one we had been coming to forever, since (apparently) before Sly and I were together. Had it really been *that* long since I had been home for New Years Eve? The memory of that incident was still so fresh it didn’t even occur to me that Sly had not been there.
Every time my birthday rolls around I feel as if I should feel somehow *different* — that all of a sudden new profound thoughts will enter my head. But I feel the same. I’ve felt the same for the past 10 birthdays. Sometimes I even forget how old I am which is a clear sign that I’m getting old(er).
There’s a lot going on right now and at some point I’ll get more into the details. It’s all good but it’s a lot of change to handle at once. This, combined with my birthday, has made me really think a lot about stuff. Physical stuff. Emotional stuff. And the stuff that I want or don’t want to carry with me moving forward.
So instead of getting depressed at how old I am getting (or am) I’ve chosen to think of my bday as another day, another year, another chance that I get to create the life I want to live. The older I get, (thankfully) the clearer that vision becomes. There’s still so much that I still feel so clueless about — some things never change — but maybe a little less so.
I don’t feel older, but maybe just the tiniest bit wiser.