Bob Dylan | The Girl from North Country (with Johnny Cash)
I can’t get enough of this song. And it was written by one man, the man, Bob Dylan. Music isn’t like this anymore.
Bob Dylan | The Girl from North Country (with Johnny Cash)
I can’t get enough of this song. And it was written by one man, the man, Bob Dylan. Music isn’t like this anymore.
In preparation for the big day, Alex and I have spent the last few hours watching and practicing moves from instructional Youtube videos. We have added some intricate twirls and dips to the only dance we can do in unison, the two-step, and since we were feeling froggy we thought we’d add the wobble and the dougie, which in my opinion I got on lock, to our repertoire. All in all, it wasn’t a pretty sight but we laughed the whole time so that’s something.
District of Chic posted the first dress last night and I immediately fell in lust, thus bringing me down the rabbit hole. Some pieces I just treated myself to via ASOS.
Monsanto buys out Whole Foods Market. Why are they surrendering? Because apparently money is sweeter than health and morality.
It is disgraceful and unethical what these companies practically force down both the producers and consumers throats.
— Amy Poehler (via rainydaysandblankets)
(Source: laughingly, via simplycasual)
Personally, I love Mondays and all the new experiences and opportunities it opens the door to that are of a much different sort than the weekend has to offer.
The man and I have been in our new town of Columbus, Georgia for one month now and since we are getting married in one month and three days from today we agreed that it’s best that I don’t start working until after the wedding. Realistically this is probably keeping me from tearing my hair out while I prepare for the wedding, but truthfully I hate not working and I become really hard on myself when I’m not pulling my weight. I love to stay busy, to interact with people and co-workers, and to dress up. So in order to maintain adult status while the rest of good society is working and/or rearing a family I try pretty hard to keep the wheels moving. This week I’ve promised myself to get some serious things tackled and stay consistent with a maintainable routine.
— Cicero (via whatishouldhavelearned)
The photos are up! Our trip to Cancun was unreal and words will not do it justice so I’m just going to let the photos do most of the talking. The Zoetry Paraiso de la Bonita Wellness and Spa Resort was heavenly and I can’t wait to return. The staff was so warm and welcoming and the entire experience so far exceeded my expectations. The food was fresh, healthy, and endless if you so chose to have it that way, the drinks top shelf and strong, the entertainment and activities were top notch, the room was lavish, and Mother Nature was in peak condition.
Hi friends, in case you were wondering if I had dropped off the face of the internet, sorry to report I have not. The man and I have settled into our new place quite comfortably about two weeks ago and immediately after unpacking we took a week long departure for Mexico. Just now have we waved the white flag and submitted to a cable and internet hookup.
Mexico pictures will be uploaded soon, but first I just had to share one of the best moments of my life. I’m not being dramatic. Tim O’Brien, my favorite author of all time, was in Columbus, Georgia the day after we returned from Cancun and we caught wind of this exciting news hours before he was set to give an appearance. So after I enjoyed the most beautiful Chai Tea Latte and took in the downtown scene, I rushed home, put on my lucky blue dress, which apparently needs a shorter slip, and speed walked and jumped up and down while occassionaly squealing in four inch wedges for six blocks. Then, at last, we heard Tim O’Brien give an an incredible lecture on love, war, and life at the Springer Opera House followed by a meet and greet.
Before Alex left for Afghanistan I gave him a new copy of The Things They Carried and inside I wrote him a note telling him how much I loved him and how proud I was to be in love with such a wonderful man and outstanding soldier, much like the novel’s main character, Lt. Jimmy Cross. In addition to the lovey-dovey line or two I also told him that I hoped he would enjoy Mr. O’Brien’s best selling novel as mush as I had time and time again. Thankfully, he loved it. It might have been a deal breaker if he had not. Well anyway, when Tim O’Brien opened Alex’s copy to sign he read my note, which I was slightly embarrassed by initially, but he realized how big of a fan I was and he spoke so warmly and candidly with us; it was wonderful.
I have read several of his books, all of which are so beautifully written, but The Things They Carried is one of those books I turn to constantly. I first read it when I was fourteen years old and afterward I knew I wanted to be a writer. I have read it many times since then and each time, in my new phase of life, it gives me a new set of messages. I think that’s one of the requirements for a book being considered a classic, it can remain relevant and still stir and awaken something within during any point of one’s life.
I don’t know if I could have dreamed of a better way to start off our new adventure in Columbus. I thank Tim O’Brien for raising the bar, yet again. Here’s to new beginnings and getting on the up and up.