I Win

It is no secret that Netflix’s streaming movies selection is less than stellar.  Last night, having made my way through all of the “Top Picks for Meagan”, “Dark Biographical Documentaries”, “Quirky Movies”, and “Reality TV” custom lists pre-selected based on my previous choices, I begrudgingly clicked on the new “Teen Movies” category that popped up.

Oh. My. God.  Gold mine.

First up:

I had completely forgotten about Center Stage.  Edgy hip hop numbers to Mandy Moore singles.  Bad-boy ballarinos that battle for the girl’s heart in twirl-offs.  RED POINTER SHOES.

Whatever you feel, just DANCE it.

Let us begin

So let us begin anew —

Remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to negotiate.

Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.  …

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.  …

All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days; nor in the life of this Administration; nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

~John F Kennedy, Inaugural Address
January 20, 1961

Just don’t read his Harvard application essay.

Wedding mags, anyone?

About 2 months ago a photo editor from The Knot emailed me and let me know that The Knot Northern California wanted to run a picture from our wedding in its Spring 2011 issue.  The issue came out last month, so I went online and ordered a few copies, thinking it might be nice to send copies to our parents or Granny or whoever.  When they arrived yesterday I wasn’t home and Paul, not knowing what they were, opened up the box and was like, “Ummm…are you planning on getting married again in the South?”

Northern California…North Carolina….Dammit.

Update: Turns out this was their mistake, not mine.  I called them and they apologized and said the copies or Northern California are on their way.  The box arrived yesterday…4 more copies of North Carolina.  Seriously.

Updated update: Replacement box #2 came, we now have 12 copies of North Carolina.

Breaking up is hard to do

…but apparently not in March.

Exit Holiday Season, enter Breakup Season.  We are on the precipice of a lot of heartbreak…as if January and February needed another reason to suck.

Via Silicon Alley Insider‘s charts of the day:

Update: Literally the day after I posted this, a good friend of mine wrote and said she and her boyfriend of 4 years had just called it quits.  And so it begins…

Updated Update:  A second friend just told me she just broke up with the guy she was dating too.  Facebook doesn’t lie.

How fickle my heart…

Just three days ago Hippo was the apple of Spike’s eye.   Oh how quickly things change.

Meet: Octopus.  Before we could pull all of the gray stuffing from in between Spike’s teeth Hippo was a thing of the past, a companion scorned for a newer, cleaner, leggier replacement.

RIP Hippo.

30 Days of Thankfulness

“I feel a very unusual sensation – if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.”
~Benjamin Disraeli

I serendipitously stumbled upon a random blog post this morning (even though I don’t really understand paying $70 for a felt tree),  but I found it appropriate given the time of year and serendipitous because I was thinking along these lines just this morning.

Many friends (including myself) have experienced some major life changes in the past few months: getting married, breaking up and finding themselves single for the first time in almost a decade, having babies, losing old jobs, getting new jobs, re-evaluating current jobs, moving far away to strange places, and, of course, turning 30.   And while change is good, it is can be disruptive and not necessarily in line with your grand life plan.  And for me, too often (way too often) I let small defeats and frustration get the best of me.

So, in the spirit of the upcoming holidays, being exactly 30 days out from Thanksgiving, and entering my 30th year of life, I am going to embrace the aforementioned blogger’s suggestion and follow in her footsteps (though I will be using pieces of paper and a jar).  I know this isn’t a totally novel concept, but making an effort to really be aware of everything we do have and stop obsessing about the things that we don’t…every day…just for a month…it can’t hurt.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
~Thornton Wilder