DC sights. 



Day100: Jesus is the reason.


Although I’m ecstatic about my new 10ft iphone cord (a 3ft cord makes no sense), the Jesus story outdid anything I could’ve taken a picture of.


Best line from the article:

Somebody called the cops on Jesus.

And during Lent, nonetheless. The nerve.

Great way to end my 100 happy days. 🙂

Day99: foods.

20140414-212247.jpgCheese, basil and humus will completely undo/halt my day. But I love it.

(I would be enjoying this with a glass of wine, but in the state of NC, you can’t buy alcohol before noon, which means I have to grocery shop twice if I go on Sundays mornings. (>_<)


Day98: sisters.

Sorority picnic.




Day97: the snoring cat.

I don’t know how my sister sleeps at night. His snoring is out of control, but quite funny, as long as you don’t have to spend the night. (There’s sound but I can’t get it to upload from my iPhone so I’ll fix it later.)



day96: letter to my daughter.

My book finally came in, at the library.


Dedicated to the daughter she never had but sees all around her, LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER reveals Maya Angelou’s path to living well and living a life with meaning. Told in her own inimitable style, this book transcends genres and categories: it’s part guidebook, part memoir, part poetry – and pure delight.Like the rest of her remarkable work, LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER entertains and teaches. It is a book to cherish, savour, reread and share.


day95: sky.

Staring at the sky.



day94: Bloom.

The flowers are starting to bloom. The photo is fuzzy, but I almost fell into the bush trying to take the first one so it’ll have to do. 🙂



Project Declutter: The Memory Box

I’m on a mission to get rid of stuff. Clothes, electronics, dvds, memories (the bad ones).  I used to think that accumulating things was a sign of adulthood. In some ways it can be, if you’re collecting the right things. I’d like to move into a smaller space, which I can’t do, if I have wall-to-wall junk everywhere.  I tackled the dvds first: I bought several multi-dvd cases and was able to toss out two dozen single cases. I also got rid of several VHS tapes that I love, but I never watch, and exercise tapes that I dislike and never use. Then, I moved on to something harder: sentimentality.

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I have a memory box (tub?) with contains cards, journals, deflated balloons, crushed roses, love notes, graduation tassels, etc.  I feel my box proves my existence, in some odd way. I was here.  However, it’s gotten a bit unwieldy the last few years and it’s time to prune. The box is not well-organized and some items have found new homes outside of the box (a big no-no).

I Googled a good way to get started (because Googling solves 90% of life’s problems) and found a blog post that excited me. The author at Seeding Simplicity had a simple yet brilliant method for organizing items and I’m a sucker for Ziploc bags.

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Image from Seeding Simplicity.

I needed to figure out how to handle the journals. They’re taking up a lot of space in the box, but I can’t get rid of them. I’m sure if I were married, I would’ve kept only a few. That seems easier to do when you know you’ll be creating new memories and experiences with someone else, however mundane they may be. So for now, the single journals get a pass.


This project is going to take awhile, but I’m determined to condense.  Even the stuff I’ve packaged tonight will have to be down-sized again, but this was a good start.


day 92: taxes.


I almost expected to see Phil 4:3 at the bottom of this message.

I filed taxes before the 15th; I don’t think it’s inspirational, but I’m pretty hyped.