risky business

you know you've all done it at least once...
there is this cute boy at work i have a crush on.  i have no idea if he is engaged or has a girlfriend.  but i do know he doesn't have a wedding ring, and that's all that matters.  anyway, this crush is a pretty recent development, and i'll admit, until now i haven't put forth much effort when it comes to getting ready for work.   then today i decided i would start to work it... i wore my cutest dress, i put on some makeup, flat ironed my hair, and even put on a little perfume.  i looked cute and smelled good.
and he wasn't even there today.
fail.
i wouldn't mind so much and say, "oh well, i'll just try again tomorrow" except that now that means i can't wear my cutest dress again for at least a week.

what a drag.

okay, now this could be fun...what's the craziest thing you've ever done to get someone's attention?

peace+love

i left my heart in salzburg

one year ago i was traipsing here

{from ali--thanks girl}

now, i'm cycling here{via}

in case you were wondering...yes, life is beautiful

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i love paris in the springtime

lately i've been tortured by the travel bug...so, this weeks muse is inspired by:

FRANCE

oh how i miss that beautiful country...almost a year ago i was there for far too short a time. i may hate learning to pronounce the language (really, what is with all of those silent consonants at the end of every word that come with no rhyme or reason?), but i love the food, the music, the food, the countryside, the cities, and the food...i want a banana+nutella crepe right now. unfortunately i can't give you a crepe virtually, but i can give you a variety of french songs i love, so here they are:

of course, carla bruni "quelqu'un m'a dit"...ah, her voice is so tender and mellow

my favorite franco-israeli jewish singer, yael naim (okay, really only one line of this song is in french, the rest of it is hebrew...but come on, it's about paris)

and french melodie: faure's "les berceaux" sung by the famous opera mezzo, janet baker.

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dear ol' d-a-d

virtual kiss on the cheek (i hate high-fives) to whoever can name the movie to which the post title belongs.
sometimes i'm kind of a romantic. which is why i am in love with these photos of my parents that i found the other day while going through some old albums.

this is my handsome father's james dean-esque pose, circa 1973. i think it's the suspenders.mis padres as young, married, college students (1978, mom?) it makes my heart smile.i don't actually know anyone in this photo, also circa 1973, but my dad grew up in this tiny town called Orderville. tiny as in population 596 and shrinking. (seriously, it topped out at 700 in the 1870's). anyway, this was for a parade or something.i look like my mom in this picture...except she's more beautiful

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the post where i make an analogy to twilight (ew, i just threw up in my mouth)

this is getting ridiculous. i really really want it to be summer. i'm so restless. but not only that, in case you've never seen me in real life, fyi, i'm white. like really white. when i'm out in the sun for 3 hours a day i get pretty tan. but it's february. in my aerobics class, amidst all the sorority girls, i am the whitest one...always. because i don't want to promote skin cancer. and i hate that i am about to make this horrible analogy to books i can't stand and movies i laugh at, but with my really dark almost black hair i look like a cullen trying to fit into normal society. or snow white.

i have terrible timing. there is this boy who i have been trying desperately to avoid for a good 2 months now. for the most part i have been successful. which is impressive considering the fact he lives in the same apartment complex as me. but every once in a while he thwarts my sinister plans and shows up next to me on my way to school. these are always moments full of awkwardness and forced conversation.

when i am a choir director i will organize my students like it was in high school choir with SATB in sections next to each other...not in front of/behind each other. everyday in choir i get BLASTED out by the basses (well, just one) sitting behind me. i cannot hear myself. i cannot hear the alto next to me. and when we work on diction i want to whip out an umbrella so i don't get sprayed on by this person. plus, he's way immature and says stupid things. which i think is weird because he is married and has a kid. i refuse to put my future alto's through this same misery i am experiencing now.

last thing...i bought them as a treat replacement cause i think they're tasty, but be forewarned, fiber one bars totally work.

have you ever had to avoid someone or do you just face them and tell them how you really feel?

peace+love