Life is Sweet

Check out the amazing doughnut menu at the Dynamo Donut cafe in San Fransisco. Here's what I'd like to try the next time I'm in their neighborhood:

Others that are totally original: the "Bitter Queen" with candied grapefruit and the "Bacon Maple Apple," which includes bits of real bacon on top of maple frosting.
I've been pleasantly reminded that life is oh-so-sweet this last week.
I started searching for the perfect doughnuts after one of my employees brought me a cake doughnut for breakfast. Such a thoughtful surprise.
After working out with my roomy, we recovered from our rigorous exercise by having a good heart-to-heart over a box of Nilla Wafers con glasses of WHOLE milk. Delish.
Yesterday, my sister(2) flew in from Texas with her hubby-to-be. We had Nana's famous cream soup and fresh homemade bread at Nana's house. She looks so happy ( my sister; although, Nana looked fairly cheery, as well). And she's tan. And her hair color is great right now. She's definately going to be a beautiful bride this weekend!
After dinner, I spoke with sister1 on the phone. We discussed the much-anticipated menu at my BIG BIRTHDAY BRUNCH next week. I cannot wait to eat that meal, it will be yummmy. As usual, sister1 made me laugh my pants off. Our interesting conversation about her visit to the doctor ended on this note:
Me: Already laughing: "They made you pee and then filled your bladder up with something else?"
Her: "And when they were finished, I had to pee again, so bad--but you have no idea how warm your pee usually is. It felt so freaky weird to pee cold."
Me: Laughing hysterically.
I'm off now to make dessert with a blind date. Excited to try the Banana Pudding recipe I found on the cutest blog: the Baker Chic. I like all of the sweet things that are popping up these days!

Surprises

Did I mention I have amazing friends? This is my fabulous bestie KRISTEN. She surprised me and came to the show this weekend.  She has a delightful blog about Truth.
After the show, we took a midnight jog over to Wal Mart and purchased 4 gallons of Mount Olympus spring water. {Support this local business! They are awesome!}
Then I cut her hair while we watched Fried Green Tomatoes. A lovely, lovely evening.

Saturday Morning

I love my big, white fluffy comforter and down-filled pillows. I woke up sans-alarm this morning with poofy, curly hair--I should fall into bed right after a shower more often.

Last night, I had a great time at In-N-Out with three girls from the mish. They came to the opening night of An Ideal Husband and then we reminisced over milk shakes and animal-style bugers. So wonderful to see them. Grateful they understand and care about that special time in my life. And man, I love animal-style. So much fun.

I have the best friends. In the last month, they've made me dinner, met me for lunch, set up double-dates, traveled to family parties, spent the weekend up at the cabin, and supported all my artistic endeavors. What would a girl do without such fabulous friends? 

catching-up

This is my beautiful sister.

She tells phenomenal stories.
I just got off the phone with her--she described her surprise trip to the hospital yesterday and the ensuing CT scan she endured (she's gonna be okay). I tried to keep my horrified gasps and delighted guffaws muffled behind my computer screen at work; I need hardly tell you, I was entertained.
She's the girl, at parties, found in the midst of a laughing, crying swarm of story-junkies strung-out on her every word. Listening to her is addicting.
She uses words that spring the story upon me, so that the event jumps up around me as the characters vividly take shape in my imagination--no, my memory. It's like I was there, the pictures of these people are so clear. This, of course, is attributable to her uncanny ability to mock their body language and mimic their speech.
She's just a delightful person. So nice to talk to her on the phone today.

Grateful for this (thank you)

You're good, he kept saying. You are. You're.....good.
And strong.
And beautiful, you're a beautiful person.

I met you when you were, what, 18? I didn't see you for three years after that and now I haven't seen you for another two, no, three more years since then

so that I still have the desire
that I think about you
and desire to call you up...


You have a goodness about you, and a kindness.
And you're definitely feisty...
the goodness radiates, it does.
a sharp cookie


This was the delightful and unexpected portion of a phone call I received this evening.
It’s an answer to that paradoxically perimetered question: whowhatwhy am I; in three words describe--me! in just three words—never! I'm deep I'm eternal I'm evolving right NOW and NOW again--I feel what I am but I'm not always sure I know myself and I hardly feel justly represented by only three measly factions of letters.
Yet tonight he gave me three words and I feel wholly portrayed, unimpaired by classification, surprised I at once consider this description very, nearly, aptly complete.

Good. Strong. Beautiful.