Archive for ‘feelgoodery’

April 4, 2011

the world is a glass overflowing with water

I. I like my apartment and I get to stay for another year

Here is a picture of some of my apartment.

Isn’t it nice?

And by “nice”, I mean “full of my stuff”?

II. My syllabus

As much as I miss being able to read whatever I want…

I also like having to read books.

As long as they are good.

I feel like when I am done with grad school,

I should recruit Children’s Lit people to write me up a syllabus every quarter,

or something.

III. Music


IV. Weather for Running

The only running-related pictures I have

are of my littlest sister

because she runs a lot.

(She’s the one in the middle)

V. This Boy

He makes me quite happy.

(That picture was taken

5 years ago)


March 18, 2011

gorgeous life

Slept through a St. Patrick’s Day hangover,

breakfast of champs,

finished reading Split. Made me want to do things like… write,

cleaned the apartment while watching the latest super-biased, kind of interesting Netflix doc,

ran a mile and a bit in the gorgeous, almost 70 degree weather,

a little quality time with the boyfriend who I love so dearly,

walk into JP for free birthday vegetable korma at Bukhara,

watching roommate and our houseguest play Mario,

and Disaronno, Rosa’s, and Coke.

Maybe some popcorn?

Life can be cool.




February 14, 2011


Last semester was such a mess, it’s not surprising that I’m feeling comparatively chipper lately.

But I’m still not sure why.

Still working 30 hours a week.

Still taking 2 classes.

Still sticking to the same routines.

Maybe it’s because I’m finally feeling social and mobile, dancing around Boston, visiting friends, spending too much money, staying out late and being thoroughly 25 (or 21?).

Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so peppy?

Or maybe it’s because my boyfriend is growing a beard.

Mmmm…. yeah. Gotta be the beard.


April 28, 2009

Something to Love on Tuesday

I love….

a cappella music.

USC Reverse Osmosis sings Fall Out Boy’s “Sugar, We’re Going Down

I’ve loved a cappella music since I discovered Napster, in high school.

Central Michigan University’s On The Rox sings Journey’s “Open Arms”

Oh wait. I’ve loved a cappella music since I was obsessed with PBS’s afternoon television programming.

Rockapella’s “Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?”

My tastes run toward a not-so-polished collegiate sound, with powerful soloists, complicated back-up harmonies and INTENSITY.

UC Berkeley’s DeCadence sings Ben Folds interpretation of Dr. Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit”

I’m biased toward co-ed groups.

The Key Elements from Cornell sing Weezer’s “Say It Ain’t So”

I can listen to multiple versions of the same song, over and over.

Darmouth’s Cords sing Big & Rich’s “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”

I can listen to genres of music that I never thought myself interested in… as long as it’s a cappella.

University of Wisconsin’s Redefined takes on an “experimental Japanese piece”

And humor. Love it.

Central Michigan University’s Central Harmony does “Galileo” by The Indigo Girls

It wasn’t a goal of mine to SING a cappella myself, but I was lucky to chance into it.

I miss it so!

April 27, 2009

Monday, I’m In Love

I’m head over heels for “May it Please the Court” by Maira Kalman.

Two things I’m always a little mushy about:



The Supreme Court


April 2, 2009

a little r & r

On Saturday, I disembark from Jackson on what will be the first leg of

Jessica’s World Tour, 2009!

Leg #1: Washington, DC – April 4th

Leg #2: Chicago – May 1st

Leg #3: San Antonio – May 29th

I am an anxious traveler. I did not know that I was an anxious traveler until The Road Trip Of 2008, during which me and my faithful travelling compadres toured the Deep South.

I thought it would be fun. Nice to see some places I’d never been. And it was. I got to spend a little time with cousins I’ve rarely seen, New Orleans completely won me over, and I got to camp on Galveston Island before Hurricane Ike ripped the place to shreds. And visiting my Christina, in her gorgeous San Antonio home? I was so glad.

But I did not anticipate the following things:

1) Tears

2) High levels of those flight-or-flight hormones that I hate

3) My complete inability to sleep in the vehicle, subconsciously fearing that if my eyes closed for a moment, Lance would lose control of the car and we would die.

Next week’s trip is a faaaaar less ambitious, due to budgetary issues, but I’m still feeling that gut-ripping ANXIETY. I even told Lance that I didn’t want to plan any of this trip, nuh-uh, no sir, because then I would Be Responsible for the mess that was of course, inevitable.

But me being Type A and he being… well… Lance, of course I end up making most of the arrangements anyway.

So in order to minimize my levels of stress and remind myself that YES, I WOULD LIKE TO GO ON THIS TRIP!, here’s what I’ve been doing to actively calm myself:

Wearing a heating pad on my shoulders…. IN MY CAR!

My heating pad is REAL cool looking, and when I throw it over my shoulders in the car on the way to work? Well, I’m sure it’s very attractive.

It looks a little something like this:

A sack full of corn, basically. I love it because it gets REALLY hot and lasts a long time. It just makes me feel like I’m relaxing, not driving to work.

However, it stinks. Like popcorn. And makes me stink like popcorn, and the entire room that I am in.

Which is why I will not be bringing it on my vacation with me, even though I REALLY want to.

Watching Episode after Episode of Mad Men

This is, of course, therapeutic by nature. TV takes me away. Mad Men takes me all the way to 1960. And I am reminded, again, what an excellent show this is. The characters! The weaving plotlines! The foreshadowing, the layered conflicts… AND THE COSTUMING.

But also, on my vacation my travelling companions and I will be shacking up with my dear friend Frank. He’s in the midst of watching Season Two, and we’ve had a few email exchanges detailing our opinions on this character, that turn of events… which is fun. And reminds me that I am going to see a very good friend of mine, who I like, and who I never feel awkward around (unless of course we are feeling awkward together) and it will be FUN and GOOD and GREAT.

How good of a friend is Frank?

He sent me an email with the following passage:

“I was thinking afterwards, we could hit up THE BEST cupcake establishment you’ll ever partake in.”


And if nothing else, we will have Mad Men to talk about.

That show makes me want to take some freaking NOTES.

and i may or may not want to do things to don draper that are not appropriate for even a cable television show. yum.

Forcing Myself To The Gym

I’m sure I’ll get my fair share of walking on my vacation, but I know for a fact that I’ll be eating some too-tasty food, and probably will get a case of the Sore Muscles that makes me le miserable.

So this week I’m working it out.

I got a new iPod for Christmas, and I just recently remembered that it comes with the Genius feature built-in. So I can pick any song I want and BAM instant playlist of similar songs. And how great is that for the gym? I’ll tell you – it’s so great.

My favorite song to start?

Giving Myself A Treat

Instead of bringing books I Should Be Reading, or books that are Just Too Challenging, I have checked out two books from the library that I know I will like. Candy books. Books that don’t fit into my rigid Reading Schedule. I’m breaking the rules. It’s vacation for heck’s sake!

Labor of Love by Cara Mulhlhan – another midwife memoir. I love ’em. Not to be confused with this book.

A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg – bloggers writin’ books. I read the intro and I’m hooked. It was hard to put this one away.

So now, even if things are stressing me out, I can escape inside the pages!

I feel so very clever.

Focusing On My Writing

Here’s a little something I just whipped up. I hope you like my sophisticated literary stylings:

There once was a girl from the Vineyard,


Who decided she’d like to be thinner.

She did push-ups and crunches,

And some Aerobic Boxing punches,

And now she can eat hummus for dinner.

I behoove you, dear readers, to share your relaxation tips with me. Despite my best efforts, I am still, occasionally, freaking out.

April 1, 2009

show and tell

Welcome to some new blogs I’ve just met.

I hope you like them as much as I do.

They are all just so pretty and fun.

Posie Gets Cozy

Prettines. Craftiness. AND CORGIS.

Matt Bites

I used to read this one back in the day when I only read 6 blogs (as opposed to 600).

Gorgeous food photography and adventurous eating can be found here.


Life’s mysteries, graphed, charted, and venn diagrammed on my favorite sized paper products.

Pretty Good

I wish my life was full of these photos!

Two Straight Lines

1) Pictures of adorable homemades 2) Gorgeous layout and adorable children 3) Author is from Michigan! I love people from Michigan 🙂

However, I don’t really like Michigan that much.


The layout makes me forget I’m looking at a computer screen

and the writing is honest



The world needs more honest bloggers.


Delicious, delightful Food Porn.

However, looking at actual porn at this volume/rapid changingness would make

most people sick.

Good thing it’s just food.

*All photos belong to their respective blog owners!*

March 27, 2009

Wistful Collegiate Memories, Part I

I think enough time has passed that I’m allowed to begin canonizing my college years.

Ahhhh, those were the days of my life.

Okay, so maybe not exactly, but I’m starting to crave some of those delicious pasttimes only allowed to those degree-seekers between the ages of 18 and 22.

Today I woke up before the sun decided to rise, drove to work half asleep, sat through a 2 hour staff meeting and for some reason I am physically unable to sit in a staff meeting and mind my own business. I cause trouble. I ask hard questions and have a tendency to debate. I also leave staff meetings feeling like nobody should ever invite me in because I just make everyone miserable and stress myself out in the process.

The kind of morning that makes you want to round up your friends, locate a small inflatable raft for your cooler, and spend the afternoon in an inner tube.

Photo cred: photine

Good company.

Maybe a tan, if you are so inclined.

Games of the personality revealing type.

(Never Have I Ever, Ten Fingers, Would You Rather, etc)

And a hefty dose of a local cocktail,

one I like to call


I’ll let you figure out how to mix that one up.

And when you reach the end of the trip, you’ve completely obliterated your obligations for the rest of the evening

because nothing can beat the intense relaxation

that accompanies a 4:00-in-the-afternoon-sun-soaked-beer-buzz.

March 18, 2009

hypothetical architectural structures and me

I am dreaming of a balcony.

It doesn’t have to be grandiose – just big enough for a pair of chairs, some plants, and one of those baby charcoal grills.

In the mornings, I could take my breakfast and my book outside with me. A cup of coffee. Imaginary balcony is so magical, imaginary me actually enjoys drip coffee.

If I’m having a friend or two over, we can grill up hot dogs and hamburgers, or those little minute-steak+carrot+potato meals wrapped up in foil. Make potato salad and drink beer. After the guests leave, we could sit outside on our balcony, toasting marshmallows on forks until it gets too cold and dark and night.

When I need to cook, and the recipe calls for something like “Two handfuls of Fresh Parsley,” instead of dousing my dish with shake after shake of the dried stuff, I’ll just step outside.

I could grow some flowers too, in pots. Something colorful. I could learn how to be a nurturing Plant Mommy instead of the neglectful Plant Killer I am now.

It would be the ideal place to escape, like at a crowded party when you open a door and find yourself outside, gratefully conversing with those who smoke.

Or maybe an outdoor musician.

I could sing on my balcony.

My imaginary cat would also enjoy my imaginary balcony.