30 THINGS EVERY WOMAN SHOULD HAVE AND SHOULD KNOW BY THE TIME SHE'S 30
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
a youth she’s content to leave behind.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
one friend who always makes her laugh and one who lets her cry.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .
a feeling of control over her destiny.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to fall in love without losing herself.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
when to try harder and when to walk away.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that she can’t change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
that her childhood may not have been perfect, but its over.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
how to live alone, even if she doesn’t like it.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..
whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
where to go- be it to her best friend’s kitchen table or a charming inn in the woods when her soul needs soothing.
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month, or a year…
-PAMELA REDMOND SATRAN
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Plan
Solamente estas tan enganchada xq no te esta hablando ni dando te atencion ni nada.
Pero cuando lo ves veras que todo es normal y no pasa nada.
Ademas ni siquiera te gusta!! Asi que te x te preocupess!!
THANKSS MELITA
Pero cuando lo ves veras que todo es normal y no pasa nada.
Ademas ni siquiera te gusta!! Asi que te x te preocupess!!
THANKSS MELITA
Lovelovelovelove
My new favorite obsession is going to used bookstores and just snooping for old books.
A couple weeks ago I found a pink copy of Hindu folktales and a hundred ( and fifty) year old book of a womens travel through south america with picturessss ahhh I nearly book orgasmed right there.
So here's where I look:
biographies
poetry
history
mythology
-the older the better!
-inscriptions ( especially to lovers)
-pictures
-if they are pink even better :)
Thus; my new life's mission.
A couple weeks ago I found a pink copy of Hindu folktales and a hundred ( and fifty) year old book of a womens travel through south america with picturessss ahhh I nearly book orgasmed right there.
So here's where I look:
biographies
poetry
history
mythology
-the older the better!
-inscriptions ( especially to lovers)
-pictures
-if they are pink even better :)
Thus; my new life's mission.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Contenta
No puedo quejarme de demasiado
My classes are good and interesting, I was stressed for finals but mostly just about arriving on time! I'm such a loser and terrible at factoring in travel time.
Kappa Delta really makes my life happy, simple things like hanging out at the house and having free and delicious lunches then napping on the comfy couch ( my couch! haha), meeting all the girls in my pledge class especially my favorites so far Simone, Chloe, Megan, Kristie...And of course the older girls too Caroline, Heather, Frances, Stacey, Annie, Carmen etc etc. Then there's the dressing u the going out THE CRAFTING, which really boosted my spirits and reminded me that I'm a pretty dang good crafter. And I am ridiculously excited for the BIG revealing....but nervous at the same time.
Our apartment issooo cute and I love being a little homemaker, I dont even mind dishes and you know how I love tidying up ( which is good because Mel tends to be a little slobette). Having her to cuddle with and tell my dumb stories is nice. This past week we wre both super busyso we didnt have that much time together but hopefully soon she will settle into her schedule ( and find a job!) and we can start having a rutine ( like bagel sundays!).
I have been doing biggirl things like working (w ell duh) but hopefully with more hours and soon I'm going to apply for PF Changs or some type ofhostess job to work of the break. I alsoplan on siging up for a credit card soon and buying a printer..hahah all tings that seem normal now.
Im tired of writing...
xox
My classes are good and interesting, I was stressed for finals but mostly just about arriving on time! I'm such a loser and terrible at factoring in travel time.
Kappa Delta really makes my life happy, simple things like hanging out at the house and having free and delicious lunches then napping on the comfy couch ( my couch! haha), meeting all the girls in my pledge class especially my favorites so far Simone, Chloe, Megan, Kristie...And of course the older girls too Caroline, Heather, Frances, Stacey, Annie, Carmen etc etc. Then there's the dressing u the going out THE CRAFTING, which really boosted my spirits and reminded me that I'm a pretty dang good crafter. And I am ridiculously excited for the BIG revealing....but nervous at the same time.
Our apartment issooo cute and I love being a little homemaker, I dont even mind dishes and you know how I love tidying up ( which is good because Mel tends to be a little slobette). Having her to cuddle with and tell my dumb stories is nice. This past week we wre both super busyso we didnt have that much time together but hopefully soon she will settle into her schedule ( and find a job!) and we can start having a rutine ( like bagel sundays!).
I have been doing biggirl things like working (w ell duh) but hopefully with more hours and soon I'm going to apply for PF Changs or some type ofhostess job to work of the break. I alsoplan on siging up for a credit card soon and buying a printer..hahah all tings that seem normal now.
Im tired of writing...
xox
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Everyday
The little things:
Using hardly any gas ever!
My bomb ( yet developing) goddess tan
meeting nice girls at the sorority orientation
potentially starting work soon
stats homework ( weird huh?)
Mommmmmy
Using hardly any gas ever!
My bomb ( yet developing) goddess tan
meeting nice girls at the sorority orientation
potentially starting work soon
stats homework ( weird huh?)
Mommmmmy
Monday, September 1, 2008
The Good
The cute pita stars between my mini pitas
The fact that I am super handy and fixed my dresser all by myself!
NICOLE
Nicole's $1000 meal plan
my excellent maneuvering of the trolley system
The fact that I am super handy and fixed my dresser all by myself!
NICOLE
Nicole's $1000 meal plan
my excellent maneuvering of the trolley system
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I'm writing this here because I do not have Word on my new mac
I am not the type of person to remember the details. In fact, I consider myself in a constant state of slight drunkenness in which I remember very little, and usually just the very exciting tidbits. I can neither say that i am the romantic type. I tend to avoid situations that I sense could turn emotional and roses make me nauseous. But this, this memory, this person, this love is eternally etched in my mind no matter how forgetful of a mood I am in.
My first memory of him was my first day of school at Nuestra Senora de la Pompeya in Necochea, my host city in Argentina. While the story of my exchange is a lengthy and memorable one I did have the time or patience to recount it now. Upon entering the classroom I was too startled to notice much, but as the day continued I began to understand the clusters of my new classmates. The group of guys that hung out with my group of girl friends ( my friends by osmosis thanks to my generous host sister) consisted of one jock, one stylish guy, one adorable clown, a good looking rebel and assorted others and....him.
He was the one that had unavoidable charm, whiplike intelligence and talent in everything that he pursued. Though not as obvious to me at our first meeting he was THE ringleader of this group and of our school. He achieved this unanimous position of devotion purely through charming his way to the top. His daily adventures were infamous, yet it seemed any offense was easily pardoned by our adoring teachers.
But his exalted position as local deity wasnt what got me. Sure, the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, his dirty blond hair, and tall lanky body were attractive but it wasnt a mere physical attraction. To be completely honest to this day I'm not sure why or how I fell so deep into his pit charisma, all that I know is that with each interaction I sunk deeper into the quicksand, and there was no escape in sight.
My first memory of him was my first day of school at Nuestra Senora de la Pompeya in Necochea, my host city in Argentina. While the story of my exchange is a lengthy and memorable one I did have the time or patience to recount it now. Upon entering the classroom I was too startled to notice much, but as the day continued I began to understand the clusters of my new classmates. The group of guys that hung out with my group of girl friends ( my friends by osmosis thanks to my generous host sister) consisted of one jock, one stylish guy, one adorable clown, a good looking rebel and assorted others and....him.
He was the one that had unavoidable charm, whiplike intelligence and talent in everything that he pursued. Though not as obvious to me at our first meeting he was THE ringleader of this group and of our school. He achieved this unanimous position of devotion purely through charming his way to the top. His daily adventures were infamous, yet it seemed any offense was easily pardoned by our adoring teachers.
But his exalted position as local deity wasnt what got me. Sure, the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, his dirty blond hair, and tall lanky body were attractive but it wasnt a mere physical attraction. To be completely honest to this day I'm not sure why or how I fell so deep into his pit charisma, all that I know is that with each interaction I sunk deeper into the quicksand, and there was no escape in sight.
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