Sophia Loren

   Sex appeal is fifty percent what you've got, and fifty percent what other people think you've got.

Hedgehog Post #827,625,629,101

I'm a sucker for old romance

"Did you say Honeymoon??"

"Isn't love wonderful ... even in my Jeep."

"Just remember, Angel, I have a tag on you and you're not for sale."

"This is the way my wife always treats me. I am saying to her - 'ah cut it out,'"

"I think I'll marry this one...He's beautiful and brings out the best in me."

"This lipstick is mine"

"Would like this one's phone number."

"To my weakness. From Bob. All my love."

"Were you happy then, baby? I was."

The wonders of Photoshop

I Googled "perfection," and pages upon pages of skinny women came up. Disgusting.
"The idea of perfection is so imperfect." -- Unknown

I'm working on giving myself more credit.

Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!

Paul McCartney's newest solo album (his first since 2007) comes out February 7. That's next Tuesday. I am determined to purchase it. Dylan thinks McCartney is a child molester and has forbidden it.

Story of my life

   Last night Dylan and I were hanging out with his younger sisters. We took them to McDonald's and came back home to watch Mr. Popper's Penguins. When we were in the car, Ella tapped on my shoulder from the back seat. "Um... Suzie?"

   "What is it, sweetie?"

   "Are...are you the youngest?"

   "Yes. I'm the baby in the family."

   Her eyes widened. "Ohhhhh. That explains everything," she said dramatically.

   "Why do you say that?" I giggled.

   "Your voice is so high pitched and squeaky! I could barely hear you talking back here!"

Hahaha.

I still hate spiders.

Everyone has ups and downs, but at the end of the day I'm still immensely glad I chose Dylan Rada.

Even though I have no need for a wine cellar (especially one this big), I think this is very clever.

Baking projects!!

I'll admit, I like Jersey Shore. (Having said that, I can't sit and watch more than like two episodes at a time.)
Dylan fusses hysterically every time I watch it. "Your IQ level is dropping."
Then he changes the channel to the Kardashian show.

Hugs are good!!

I wish society still thought this way.

Vintage Weight Gain Posters

William Shakespeare

You say that you love rain,
but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind
but you close your windows when wind blows
This is why I am afraid,
you say that you love me too.

Today I'm going to get excited about the little things.

Charles Bukowski

   We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Happiness is relative

Sarah Dessen

   Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Lonliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love; but in reality, love is the only thing that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.

Author Unknown

   I think the problem with reasonable and societally-accepted behavior is that we train ourselves to pursue planned paths and stable foundations. As a result, we never have the opportunity to discover and chase what makes us truly feel alive.

Louis de Bernieres

   Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second and minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush. I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love," which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Karmapol

karmapol

n. the imaginary committee of elders that keeps a running log of your mistakes, steadily building their case that you’re secretly a fraud, a coward, a doofus and a douche, and who would’ve successfully revoked your good fortune years ago had they not been hampered by bitter squabblings over grammar and spelling.

Worry Wart

I worry about EVERYTHING.

It's compulsive and habitual, an addiction -- terrifying and stressful and POINTLESS -- and it's something I haven't conquered yet.

Yesterday as I was talking to my mom on the phone, I mentioned something that had been nagging at me all day. For the life of me, I can't remember now what it was -- I think it had something to do with classes. The only reason I brought it up was for the relief I knew I'd get from talking about it. I didn't expect her to fix it for me; just to listen and offer an encouraging word.

Instead, she said, "Suzie. You worry all the time. Even when you were a little kid. Before your dad died."

"Wait," I said, "What in the world could a two-year-old possibly worry about?"

"Oh, I don't know, you worried where Purry [my ever-present, stuffed kitty companion] was if you couldn't find him; you worried if we went somewhere in the car; you worried where I was if I was in the other room..."

I burst out laughing. I felt ridiculous.

But I haven't gotten any better at calming down and taking things in stride. People from high school remember me by how through-the-roof my stress level was every day. People from Union know me as the girl that was always racing from one building to the next, always in a hurry, always nervous about everything.

I feel bad for poor Dylan, who has to hear all of it, day after day. I've started calming down some, at least in front of him, so that it's not so annoying for him, but most of the time my heart doesn't feel at peace about anything.

Yesterday, he reminded me that ninety percent of my worries have no basis in reality.

"I have gone my whole life -- my WHOLE LIFE -- feeling like there's a cloud over my head. My mind is always nagging me about something," I said in the car.

He waved his hand over the top of his head, as if he was brushing away a cloud.

"That's what I'm going to start doing now!" he exclaimed. "Every time you worry needlessly, I'm going to do this!" And he showed me again.

I'm tired of the daily struggle to stay in the now, to not stress out, and to not make a mountain out of a molehill. My mind is quicker than I let on, and more analytical than I'll ever show, and I use it most against myself, to my own detriment. It's tiring and draining and I hate it. I don't know how to start changing twenty years worth of a shitty habit. I wish, my goodness do I wish, that I was naturally relaxed, secure, and confident. But I'm not. That doesn't come easily to me. I have to work at it with everything I have. Just like everything else that I really want. And I get tired and weary. Frustration slaps me in the face every single day. I just want a break sometimes.

But the world never stops for anyone or anything.

English...

The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).

In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this news with joy.

Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go.

By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by " v".

During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst place…

If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

Rack City!

Duke Snider

"Swing hard, in case they throw the ball where you are swinging."

These kinds of things make my day.

On that note, I found out a couple weeks ago I am legally blind.

From "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"

"What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. The weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I don't know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war."

Saint Therese of Lisieux

"Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by ... every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love."