Dear Apartment,
You've never really felt too small. Not even when there were 25 people and two dogs inside. But after being trapped here for three days, I am starting to go a little crazy. Why only two bedrooms? Why the smallest kitchen ever? Why do I still have a hard time vacuuming when you are THIS TINY? Snow and ice days are so pretty. That being said, I wish they would only hang around one day at a time. I am going stir-crazy!
Sincerely,
Your Frantic Resident
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
born a ramblin' man
Dear Friends,
I want to own a farm. I know this may come as a shock to most of you...seeing as how I hate dirt under my nails. But just hear me out.
1. It would be an organic farm. Because I wouldn't be a good tree-hugging hippie if it weren't.
2. My boyfriend loves gardening. It's, um, weird. I killed an herb garden by forgetting to water it, and he can't get enough of growing things.
3. I've said for years that I would love to own a coffee shop/cafe. My shop would have the freshest ingredients and the best food!
4. I could drive a truck to the farmer's market. (This part makes me giggle.)
5. With a farm comes land. And with land comes the ability to have as many dogs as I want. (The list keeps growing. Husky. St. Bernard. Boxer. Akita. Great Dane.)
6. I would have the best farm house. With the best front porch. It would be covered, wrap around the house, and have an assortment of hammocks and rocking chairs.
Maybe organic farm, coffee shop/cafe, and bed & breakfast? Crazy, I know. But I think I want to own a farm when I grow up.
Ya'll come back now, you hear?
xoxo
I want to own a farm. I know this may come as a shock to most of you...seeing as how I hate dirt under my nails. But just hear me out.
1. It would be an organic farm. Because I wouldn't be a good tree-hugging hippie if it weren't.
2. My boyfriend loves gardening. It's, um, weird. I killed an herb garden by forgetting to water it, and he can't get enough of growing things.
3. I've said for years that I would love to own a coffee shop/cafe. My shop would have the freshest ingredients and the best food!
4. I could drive a truck to the farmer's market. (This part makes me giggle.)
5. With a farm comes land. And with land comes the ability to have as many dogs as I want. (The list keeps growing. Husky. St. Bernard. Boxer. Akita. Great Dane.)
6. I would have the best farm house. With the best front porch. It would be covered, wrap around the house, and have an assortment of hammocks and rocking chairs.
Maybe organic farm, coffee shop/cafe, and bed & breakfast? Crazy, I know. But I think I want to own a farm when I grow up.
Ya'll come back now, you hear?
xoxo
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Mmmm...
To My Beloved,
Oh, dear Swiss Rolls, why art thou so delicious? Why must thee come in packages of two? Surely you will clog my arteries.
A Scorned Lover.
Oh, dear Swiss Rolls, why art thou so delicious? Why must thee come in packages of two? Surely you will clog my arteries.
A Scorned Lover.
Friday, January 2, 2009
The Newest Year
Dear 2009,
I'm hopeful! I didn't start out in school or living at my parent's house. I kind of feel like a genuine adult with a real job, real apartment and real responsibilities. It's so strange! You crept up on me this time, so I didn't really have any resolutions. Not that I keep them anyway...it's just nice to have a goal.
I'm hopeful! I didn't start out in school or living at my parent's house. I kind of feel like a genuine adult with a real job, real apartment and real responsibilities. It's so strange! You crept up on me this time, so I didn't really have any resolutions. Not that I keep them anyway...it's just nice to have a goal.
I look forward to what you have in store for me.
xoxo
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