Things that make me sad:

• The increasing barrenness of my house

Things that make me happy:

• The thought of moving in with the Campbells

Bubbly!

You wanna drink something yummy? Who doesn’t? Kara and I decided to watch a movie and make a cocktail. I found this yummy recipe on Pinterest and we couldn’t resist! All you need to do is take one bottle of prosecco, 1 cup of cranberry juice and 1 cup of pear nectar and mix it in a pitcher. You might want to chill all the ingredients prior to mixing. Trust me when I say this is super easy and delicious!

Pear and Cranberry Bellini

Don’t judge the fullness of my stemless goblet!

The less you own, the less it owns you.

Regardless of whether the desire to clean strikes today or not, I will be cleaning. Today’s mantra:

Moving is the perfect time to simplify. I’m sad to say goodbye to this decrepit house, but I am not sad saying goodbye to all this junk!

if it’s not one thing it’s another…

A few Saturday’s ago I stopped to get some coffee on the way to my sweet friend Heather’s lingerie shower. I sat in the O’Henry’s parking lot listening to a meowing sound. It was loud. I thought there was a cat in my car. I stepped out of the Buick, popped the hood and looked around. No cat. I then decided that someone around me had a cat in their car and that was the sound I was hearing. I hobbled into the coffee shop (I’m wearing a cast, long story) and purchased a delicious cup of iced coffee. Upon exiting, I noticed an orange car parked next to my car. A man hopped out and started to walk away, but stopped, tilted his head and listened. I walked up to him and said, “Do you hear it too?” He asked if the lovely silver Buick parked next to his hideous orange car was mine. I reluctantly said yes. The man got down on the ground, looked around and didn’t see anything. However, the sound of the cat got louder and louder. Finally, orange car dude said that he thinks the cat was in my trunk. He said that I should drive home, open the trunk and let the cat find its way back to its owner. I reluctantly got behind the wheel and as I started the car I shuddered. I heard one LOUD meow and then nothing. I got home. My roommate and I looked and looked and looked, but there was no indication of a cat (dead or alive) in my car. I drove to my parent’s house and my dad looked around. Nothing. At this point I had missed the shower all together. I ended up spending the day in Atlanta with a friend, while my car sat outside in the 100+ heat in Birmingham. I got home late that night. I slowly walked up to my car expecting to smell the terrible stench of crushed kitty. I am happy to report that there was no smell! The only conclusion I can come to is that the kitty wiggled loose once I started my car.

This was a first for me. I mean, how many times have you had to call a friend and say, “Hey. Listen, I can’t make it to your shower because a cat is stuck under my car.”

Here’s the gift that I would have given Heather if only I was able to attend.

Crafty!

My roommate has been working so hard on her best friend’s baby shower. She used Pinterest to get ideas! Check out this cuteness:

I live a rather lonely life these days. I don’t say that for sympathy, it’s just a fact. I seriously do very little outside of work. This weekend was, thankfully, a different story. Originally I didn’t have any plans. One of my roommates took me across the street to a friend’s house and we made martinis on Friday night. They were real martinis, no added flavor. And for the record, a standard martini is gross. We drank our martinis and spent the night talking. I worked all day Saturday. After work I didn’t have any plans. My roommate took me to the Summit with our neighbor where we enjoyed Zoey’s and went shopping. We finished our night at Church Street Coffee and Books. We enjoyed our tea and talked extensively about our Myers-Briggs personality type (I’m an E/INFP). Sunday I worked. I came home from work and took a little nap before meeting a long, lost friend for dinner at Surin.

I’m giving a detailed description of my weekend (I’m sure you care) because it meant the world to me to be around people. It’s nice. I was reminded of the importance of a good community, or really just community in general. I’m finishing off my Sunday with a pomegranate cosmo that my roommate made, while I sew and watch “Once.” I feel nice, encouraged and inspired. It’s good to be surrounded by people.