Category Archives: Sisters

Quick Link: Hats!

If you’re obsessed with the hats of the royal wedding, and really, really, really hoping hats come back into fashion in America, you will LOVE this site:

Good shots of the various hats sported at the royal wedding, as well as other events and general hatty goodness.

As a final bit of royal wedding memorabilia, here’s a shot of my sister and I in our royal hats for Friday (me – white hat, sister – brown). Splendiforous. ūüėČ

Our Americanized congratulations to the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.

Fun Time-Wasting Activity

So, it’s Sunday morning – and I just woke up, so I’m thinking church is out of the question. HOWEVER, I did find a fun little Facebook activity today. My sister, Beth, always has quirky stuff on her Facebook, and here’s what she posted today:


To Do This:

1 – Go to Wikipedia. Hit ‚Äúrandom‚ÄĚ
…or click
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to Quotations Page and select “random quotations”
or click
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album

3 – Go to Flickr and click on ‚Äúexplore the last seven days‚ÄĚ
or click
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover

4 – Use Photoshop, MS Paint or similar application to put it all together.

So, here it is. My first CD, if I ever were to make one:

What do you think? ūüėČ

Go make one, too – then post a comment and tell me what it is.

Happy Sunday!

Video Fun-ness

One of my favorite things about having a sister who is a film and digital media major is that she’s always on YouTube sending me hilarious things. Or, actually, she says she’s on StumbleUpon and that’s where she gets stuff like Marcel the Shell and this gem of a video (because according to her, she puts in criteria like “film making, screenplays and cute animals):

So hilarious. Watch and enjoy.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

Cute story.

When I went to the med clinic on Friday, yes, I did end up walking around with the back of my dress tucked into my tights for a few moments. That’s not the point of this story (although I will say that I’m glad I was wearing a long jacket). Sigh.

This little girl who was also at the clinic was about 2 1/2 – 3 years old and ADORABLE. She had sweet little tiny braids and was walking around smiling at everyone, even though she looked like she didn’t feel well at all.

She found her little jacket on the chair next to her mom, picked it up and cuddled close to her mother’s chest. Then, she said, “Mommy, can you wrap me up like the baby Jesus?”

So freaking cute.

I hope when I have kids they are the kind who say and do hilarious things. My youngest sister, Amy, was that kind of kid when she was a baby. She would stand on top of anything – a stool, a book, a piece of paper and yell, “Lallie (that’s what she called me), save my life!” and she’d keep yelling it until¬†I came over and picked her up from the precarious sheet of paper she was standing on, then she’d kiss me and say, “You’re my hero.” Again, so cute. She’s also the one who named my husband Ducks (actually, Ducky), because she met him when she was four (yes, she’s MUCH younger than me) and told him she wanted to call him Ducky because he was so cute.

Kids grow up too fast. She’s now almost 13 and wants perfume and earrings for Christmas gifts. Slow down!

Anyway, that’s a little rambly, but I just thought that little girl was too cute not to mention! ūüôā


In honor of Thanksgiving, and really because you all shamed me into it with your poignant, touching, interesting lists, I’m going to provide my own list of things I’m thankful for.

1) My family. I have the best sisters anyone could ask for, a father who believes in me and a mother who makes me laugh. They are wonderful. Add to that, two loving grandmothers, a mother-in-law who is a saint and an excellent father-in-law and brother-in-law. I’ve been lucky to draw this group in life’s lottery.

2) My new home. We’ve been so lucky this year. When I think about where we were¬†2 1/2¬†years ago when we got married (living in two different cities) to where we were last year (new¬†to the city and¬†in a little apartment) to this year as a law school family with a new house, it just boggles the mind. I’m so thankful to have this little nest of my own.

3) Water-based paint. With all the painting I’ve done this year, I was a-speckle¬†every Monday morning, despite¬†showers and scrubbing¬†and using facial exfoliator on random parts of my body. I can only imagine how vile I would have been if I had to use oil-based paint for everything.

4) Friends. This whole year seems to have revolved a bit more around being social, getting connected and making friends. Not only do I have the best group of work friends, I also get to live in the same city with my college best friend and make new connections from community organizations like PRSA¬†and JL. I’ve branched out and made the effort to get connected and it has certainty paid off.

Then, of course, there’s YOU. You wonderful blog friends! I never dreamed that when I first read Brittany’s blog, I’d end up looking forward to “talking” with all of you on an almost daily basis. I never thought I’d be so connected to a group of people, some of whom I’ve never met, whom I’ve never seen and who I may never actually get to know in person. But you are amazing. I look forward to hearing about your days every single day. Thanks for being you!

5) All the things — big and small — that make up good health. This year, just like every other year, I’ve been almost completely healthy. But, the little things can remind you of just how grateful you are to be able to function normally. Getting an eye infection or having a minor case of allergies or being so sore you can’t get out of bed or climb the stairs in your house¬†from a workout are things that make you grateful for the 1,000,000 other things about your body that are functioning just precisely as they should.

Today when I was at the mall, I saw a guy on this super heavy-duty Segway. At first, I was so intrigued by the big tire-style wheels that I didn’t notice — the reason he was using the Segway was because he had metal poles where his legs once were. And yet, he’s smiling, wheeling himself around and making a trip to the mall. That makes my whining about a headache or a problem with my contacts seem petty.

6) College basketball. Now that the season’s here, I am SO freaking excited. My favorite player took the court again this past week and I can tell that we’re headed toward good things this year. And, my in-laws have already purchased us tickets to several games for Christmas, so there’s no financial guilt in attending whatever games the law school schedule allows.

7) Good finances. As much as I worry about money, we’re in good shape. I got a very nice holiday bonus this week, which certainly made the week a little more exciting! While the prudent thing is probably to put it toward tuition, a part of me feels like “Hey, that’s my bonus….it’s laptop time!” Hmmm…..

8) My husband. Wednesday night, I went out with some friends. Prior to going out, I was moping around the house, reading “Life of Pi” and getting cranky. When he told me that he might take a study break and go out with me, I got so excited. I was surprised at my own reaction – I felt like I was getting to hang out with a celebrity or something – excited, happy, ecstatic. Even though he ended up not coming with me (opting for a date with civil procedure instead), my reaction made me think: “That’s the way love should be. Exuberant excitement to be with the one you love.” Even though he can irritate me, I do love my husband.

Okay, I’m going to be a rebel now and end without a #9 or #10, so this list isn’t a real list, but that’s okay. I hope you have a wonderful, beautiful Thanksgiving Day – you are all awesome and you all deserve it!

This is Why I’m Old

First of all, many thanks to everyone for your concern and advice about the headache situation. I’m going to start monitoring it very carefully to see if it’s linked to stress, or specific foods or allergens. I appreciate all your concern – it’s so nice to have a place to ask questions and share concerns with friends.

And now, a story, about how I know I’m old.

It’s not because I currently have a bag of Halls cough drops in my purse. That’s just because I have a cold.

It’s not because I woke up at 5:45 the other morning and decided to do crafts before work. That’s just because….well, I guess because I’m me.

The reason I’m old is because I didn’t go out on Saturday night.

It’s not really that different from every other Saturday night. As an old married woman, my weekends typically revolve around chores, some kind of sports-related get-together and discussing torts cases with my husband.

This past weekend, I was back in my world favorite town (and yes, I realize I’m probably one of the few people in the world who consider it wonderful, but I love it) and I spent the night with my sisters. After the game, Beth refused to go out, so I drove home with her, stopped to grab some pizza since we hadn’t had dinner and then planned to get ready to meet Jo and her friends and go to some of the local places I had frequented in college. ¬†

However, I hadn’t reckoned with the cold and its effect on my aging bones (apparently). The temperature had dropped to 35 degrees. I had no closed shoes except tennis shoes. And no long-sleeved shirts except the one I wore to the game.

So, I went outside in flip-flops to retrieve my tennis shoes, only to find that I was so chilled that my teeth were chattering so ferociously and I couldn’t make my hands move to untie my shoes or slip them on.

What did I do in this situation? Give up? Never. I took my shoes inside, planning to put them on once I had gotten warm, then to brave the elements and go to Scruffy’s. Or wherever.

Ducks called while I was trying to get warm, and he was fired up and full of game talk and analysis. So, while he was talking to me, I decided the — obviously — most logical way to get warm was to climb under the¬†five fleece blankets Beth had layered on her bed and de-chill my frostbitten toes.

I’m sure you already know what’s coming next. Of course, I fell asleep. Of course, I became very disgusted with myself when I woke up at 11:50, which technically still fell into an acceptable “going-out” time frame. Of course, I didn’t get out of bed, except to take off my jeans. And, of course, I asked Beth, who was watching YouTube videos from her laptop, to put a pair of her socks on my feet. Because, obviously at my advanced age, I couldn’t be bothered to find socks, or to reach down and put them on.

And, because she’s the most wonderful sister in the world, of course, she did. And she got me another blanket. And she turned off the light.

Sigh. I’m only 26, people. I should not be falling asleep at a time when I could otherwise be reuniting with old friends, hanging out¬† with my sister and otherwise having fun. I should, in the words of Young Jeezy, “run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die.” Or at least, I should be able to walk to a perfectly decent vehicle, drive to a perfectly decent local pub/establishment and carry on conversations with perfectly normal other people.

But, as I thought about this, I wondered, is it getting older, or is it just that my priorities have shifted? I’m in town alone, since my husband has to stay at home studying like a fiend. I’m married, so I don’t have a reason to go out to bars looking for companionship. My 19-year-old sister isn’t going out, so it’s not necessarily that I’m ancient. Maybe I’m just not interested in going to a bar with my 22-year-old sister and her giggly friends, because I’m mature.

But, then, I just got another Halls from my purse, and decided, I’m old. And I will learn to live with it. I’d rather have my sweet husband and my comfy new house and my DVR full of Psych, and a pitcher of homemade sangria¬†than a life filled with evenings out on the town because I don’t have any comforting reasons to stay home.

Pic of the Day

Today’s photo of the day is brought to you, courtesy of my sister, Beth.

She is definitely the funniest of the four of us, although, if I do say so myself, we’ve all been noted for our comedic timing. But, I digress. Here we have a still-life of her masterpiece, Elvis Banana.

I promise to write a little lengthier and more information-filled post tonight, but for now, you get Elvis Banana. You’re welcome, you’re welcome very much. ūüėČ