Oh hey there. Remember me, the inconsistent blogger who just gave a whole new meaning to the word “inconsistent?” And remember back in November when I said I was going to blog. Every. Single. Day. of the month because I felt an overwhelming sense of thanks and that’s what November is all about?
Then I got engaged. Can you imagine the overwhelming sense of thanks I felt on that day and, oops, never once blogged about?
Until now.
November and December were a complete and utter blur. From the most perfect engagement day to weeks of emails, facebook, phone calls, Thanksgiving, engagement celebrations, Christmas, Hanukkah, dress shopping, sister bonding, holiday spirit, a trip to Canada, a trip to Arrowhead. A trip to Los Angeles… or twelve. Wedding talk. Moving out talk. Moving in talk.
Here I am, 10 weeks later, ready to rock it out.
Oh, and J.D. Salinger died today. In his honor, I leave you with my most favoritest quote from his claim to novel fame, Catcher in the Rye.
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move... Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all. You’d have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line last time had got scarlet fever and you’d have a new partner. Or you’d have a substitute taking the class instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you’d have heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you’d just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean, you’d be different in some way – I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
Then I got engaged. Can you imagine the overwhelming sense of thanks I felt on that day and, oops, never once blogged about?
Until now.
November and December were a complete and utter blur. From the most perfect engagement day to weeks of emails, facebook, phone calls, Thanksgiving, engagement celebrations, Christmas, Hanukkah, dress shopping, sister bonding, holiday spirit, a trip to Canada, a trip to Arrowhead. A trip to Los Angeles… or twelve. Wedding talk. Moving out talk. Moving in talk.
Here I am, 10 weeks later, ready to rock it out.
Oh, and J.D. Salinger died today. In his honor, I leave you with my most favoritest quote from his claim to novel fame, Catcher in the Rye.
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move... Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all. You’d have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line last time had got scarlet fever and you’d have a new partner. Or you’d have a substitute taking the class instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you’d have heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you’d just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean, you’d be different in some way – I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
bringing in the new year, beachside in malibu. perfection.
