License to Ill.

Flashback to Sixteen!

(Well, make that seventeen in my case.)

I have to take my driver's test tomorrow.

Apparently, you're supposed to get this within 10 days of moving to California.

I'm closer the the 10 month mark.

Whoopsies.

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The geeky thing is,

I'm feeling sort of nervous and sixteen-y about this all over again.

I've got sweaty palms and shaky boots, people!

Ooof.

xo

Tough Day

It's a tough day for my older sister today.

I know things are feeling really jumbled and terribly sad and empty.

And, well.

It's too raw to explain here but...

I really, really,

wish I was just a few stops away on the 6 train tonight.

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So we could drink tea, and eat cookies,

 and pet Dinah. 

 And oh how I'd hug you tight, tight, tight.

And maybe,

just for a few hours,

things would feel okay.

xo

Serendipitous Saturday

Feast your eyes on this beauty, dear readers!

I found this table at one of my favorite home decor stores in my neighborhood.

It's kind of tucked away in between a v-e-r-y questionable

Chinese food restaurantand a dry cleaners.

 It was such a serendipitous stop-in for me.

I was waiting for the bus and just popped in to take a peek at the luxurious: and voila!

A peek of red on the tag caught my eagle eye

and sent my neck whip lashing back towards it: sale, sale, sale!

One tiny, unnoticeable crevice at the edge of the table divided the price by half.

All my sweet little trinkets have been waiting for new 'surface area real estate.'

Bachelorette Pad: Almost Complete!

xo

Have a Wonderful Weekend

Three cheers for Friday!

This week actually zipped by, didn't it?

It's c-h-i-l-l-y here in San Francisco, and if it's mitten weather,

I'd rather the sky just open up and sprinkle a little snow dust on us.

I've been crossing things off my New Year's Resolution List left and right.

My dad sent me a note earlier this week, instructing me in a way that only a father could,

to go a little easier on myself.

And so, I took a cue from both Dad, and Dinah the cat,

and allowed myself early nights to bed and instead of a cocktail, 

lots of juices made from leafy greens.

I've embarked on late evening walks;

allowing the crisp, cold air to wake me up after slogging along at work.

I paid off bills and booked upcoming travel.

Heck, I've even taken practice tests so that I can get a license to drive in the great state of California.

This weekend, I plan on leafing through recipes and making a soup on Sunday.

I'll cheer on my beloved blue hens

 and if time allows,

meet some bay area bloggers, whose words inspire me each day.

Wishing you all a weekend full of adventure and grace.

xo

Slide Ranch

I just stumbled upon this website in my rounds on the web.

And...I'm pretty sure I wish I worked here.

Actually, positively sure.

Slide Ranch offers a lot of my favorite things:

Education. Sustainable Living. Animals. Nature.

And some things I could be better with:

Patience. Trust. Calmness.

Oh gosh.

This is all my sister's fault.

On Ice Cream...

My co-worker and I were just playing a favorite lunchtime office game.

It goes something like this:

"Hey Em, whattcha' eating for lunch today?"

"Well, I'm eating this flavorless frozen burrito, but... I'd rather have a milkshake."

-long pause-

"Oh. Yeah. I mean, sometimes people eat ice cream for lunch?"

(And yes, my colleague's response morphed into

an uncomfortable question towards the end of the sentence.)

So naturally, this got me thinking about ice cream nearby,

which led to googling 'best ice cream in San Francisco,'

which led to anger over my looming absence from Bi-Rite Creamery.

WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN HERE YET?

Hoping to conduct an ice cream tour of the city with my dad

when my parents come out later this winter.  

That's really all I got today,  friends.

xo

January: The Month of Do-Overs from Last Year.

Resolution Time.
I'm a better baker than I am a cook,

which is puzzling because for some undisclosed reason,
 measuring intimidates the heck out of me

and I'm no good when it comes to precision.

I really love being in the kitchen regardless though, and this year,

at least in the early stages when we're all still brimming with hope and untainted by defeat,

I'm going to try to cook one new recipe every week.
(Fine, every 1-2 weeks.)

I was the lucky recipient of my mom's old Cuisinart this Christmas,

and I boxed that sucker up and sent 'er out west for a second go at purees and soups.

Additionally, I'm going to start reading again.

I'm terribly embarrassed to even admit this, but I only have two books under my belt

since moving to San Francisco.

Let's blame that on being really social and important. Wink.

So, along with the new recipe regime, I' am vowing to read a book every 1-2 weeks as well.

And no, cookbooks won't count- I promise.

Other items of interest that made my New Year's Resolution List:

Getting my stinkin' driver's license.

I can't keep zipping about without a license to drive because er,

one should probably eliminate illegal activities in their life when a new year commences.

Now the more challenging of the bunch,
but also the most meaningful for both mind and body.

I will get back into a regular Bikram routine.

It's so hard to start up again, but once I do I always feeling proud and accomplished.

The first class after a long pause from attendance

makes me so nervous and very self-conscious, but the truth is,

this particular yoga practice is so laser-focused on yourself,

 no one else in the room cares if I lie in Savasana half the time.

Plus, added bonus: I just may end up looking exactly like Christie Turlington.

And yes,

Winter 2011: Emily will put a foot in a ski.

No promises on if I put ski to slope.

Nor will I look like this cute ski bunny from the 1970's...

but I will wear some frosted pink lipstick.

That, my friends, I promise.

xo

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