Thursday, October 28, 2010

10.28.10


Cooking: Over the past few years I've been getting more and more into cooking at home. Usually it was just cooking for myself or if I was cooking for someone else it was just random crap. Since moving in with Matt, I've been cooking a lot more formal-ish dinners for both of us. Casseroles, home-made pizzas, stuffed chickens, etc. I've been getting more creative. Some turn out good, some could be better. Tonight was Spaghetti Pie, which Matt ate 3 giant pieces of. I can't wait to try new ones!


Thunderstorms at night: It seems counter-productive, as I'm a very light sleeper and an insomniac, but thunderstorms at night make me wiggily-happy. I actually unconsciously sigh out loud. In the summer, having that fresh rain smelling breeze rush in through the window with the staccato of the rain drops on the roof just makes everything perfect for those few minutes. It also puts me to sleep faster than anything else.


Alone time: I love living with my boyfriend and I love hanging out with my friends, but MAN I love alone time. I don't get much of it, but on Saturday morning/afternoon, I get to be in my house by myself wandering around in silence or reading or cleaning or gardening with no one else around. I get to breathe easier and calm my mind. I would be miserable if I was alone all the time, but these brief times when I'm not obligated to anything or anyone are glorious.


Squishy couches: We just got 2 8ft old corduroy couches for our living room. They're extra wide and soft and you sink right into them. I fantasize about coming home from work, putting on pajama pants (see last weeks TILT) and collapsing into the giant hug that is my couch for the evening. I could spend years on a comfortable couch. I don't even know why they make the crappy ones.


The Rest: Law and Order SVU, fresh vegetables, newly painted toenails, throw pillows, oriental rugs, StumbleUpon, bread, pictures of octopi and jellyfish, the smell of fresh basil, trivial pursuit.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

10.20.10


Good smelling candles:

I know this is girly, but I know a lot of people, male and female who love this. My current favorite is pumpkin, of course, as I tend to go with seasonal scents, but I love a lot more. Vanilla, fresh linen (try it...AMAZING), campfire, etc. Walking into a room and smelling a comforting, yet non-chemical smell (helloooo room fresheners) is glorious.


The Phillies:

I never thought I'd love baseball. And, yes, I began being a fan when they went to the World Series 2 years ago. But since then, I've been voraciously watching games, understanding not only how talented these guys are, but how intense these games can be! I think the clincher was GOING to a Phillies game. The passion of the crowd, the warm squishiness of the hot dogs, the feeling of happy tension in the air, the toasty buzz of watching a game slightly drunk from hundreds of feet in the air. I now watch all the games on TV and get genuinely happy or sad depending on the game. I get it and it's wonderful.



Pajama pants:

I LOVE them. Long ones, mid-calf, booty shorts, thick, thin. So many pant opportunities. All SO comfy. I have a bad habit of collecting them, but they're always useful. How much can you say about pajama pants though? Their amazingness is pretty self-explanatory.


Freshly Washed Hair:

I hate washing my hair. I'm not sure why, because I LOVE the feel and smell of freshly washed hair. I think it's a lazy thing. Either way, I make a lot of effort when I DO wash my hair and let the conditioner sit for 10-15 minutes and then put a smoothing milk in afterwards that makes my hair smell like Starburst. I will sit and smell handfuls of my hair for a long time and run my hands through it. If I've straightened it it's like silk. I don't know why I hate washing it so much...


The Rest:

Red kitchen items, fuzzy blankets, expensive pillows, Netflix on Demand, nagalene water bottles, callouses, silence, lunch bags, sleeping diagonally, Sephora, wireless internet, knee socks, non-fiction and yogurt blue cheese dressing.