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Saturday, November 26th, 2016

I had so many things to say.

My friend Megan and I watched the new episodes of Gilmore Girls today, and I thought I had a lot to write about love and family and work and then we hit the last ep.

Guys, I’m not kidding, spoilers in spades.

“Mom, I’m pregnant.” Look, if you don’t watch I can’t give you enough background to make the full weight of that felt. If you do watch, you are fully, 100% in the what the fuck camp right now, right?

Thing 1: there are no more Gilmore Girls. We will never know, is it Logan’s or was there a Jess intermission (<- Emma’s wishful thinking).

Thing 2: WHAT HAPPENS. Is this the end of Rory’s desire to be a journalist? Are we supposed to assume that the book is a success? Guys, I have books that people can buy. I mean, they’re not on …. well, any lists … but still. That one memoir? From someone no one has ever heard of? She’s not making a living off that, especially if she has a baby and can’t write a follow up. Plus, think of the secrets she’s going to inadvertently reveal to Luke when he eventually reads it because he’s so proud. 

Anyway. We accidentally drank two bottles of wine while watching so … more mañana.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 24th, 2016

If I’m not stuck in the Baltimore airport, I’m in Buffalo enjoying mince pies and pinot noir with Crockett’s and his family (married people do that you know).

Hope whatever you’re doing, it’s just as great.

Love all y’all!

fulllllsss

Sunday, November 20th, 2016

We’re going to New York to have Thanksgiving on the actual day with Crockett’s fam, so we had Thanksgiving with my parents in Colorado today.

They left a little while ago, I’ve changed into a gigantic flannel shirt, and we’re watching the David Blaine thing that’s new on Netflix. Basically, it’s super bedtime, although it’s actually 5:56. Are we doing this wrong? This is how my Thanksgiving ends every year – with me so full I can feel the volume of food in my rib cage, not just my stomach area. Is that how it’s supposed to go?

On a related note, are two Thanksgiving dinners going to make it so I am no longer satisfied with a normal volume of food? I’ll be like a snake! (Or my old roommate!) One big, delicious meal every 24 hours (and a bottle of liquor if you’re the roommate) and done?

I need a nap. A ten hour one, probably. If you love yourself and sour things, make this pie.

 

nobody puts yeah

Saturday, November 19th, 2016

Jennifer Grey, babe.

THE HAIR.

We’re watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, cause I let Crockett pick the movie and he’s done really well lately at committing to one movie quick and making it a good choice. Not, like, a totally outside the box choice – more something if you were flipping through channels and realized it was just starting, you’d stick with that channel for at least one ore two commercial breaks. (When do we as a culture really need to start explaining those references? People like Buzzfeed already are, but the concept of channels still 100% exists. And commercials. I guess anyone who uses DVR instead of the Netflix/Hulu/CW/HBO bastard conglomerate we’ve assembled still totally knows.)

I don’t care what Jennifer Grey did to her nose. It was bigger and now it’s not? I heard that it may have affected her career, but suspect that may just be how much ‘we’ hate it when women make choices about their physicality that ‘we’ don’t agree with (wherein said we is a bunch of men usually who probably think they were special for seeing her cuteness when her nose was a little larger than average and are irritated that she changed so that everyone else (who already thought she was cute) also thinks she’s cute, right?)

I do really love her hair. It must be naturally curly, but she makes it look like it’s not crunchy. I think that’s a hard hard thing when you have curly hair, and she’s been nailing it since 1986.

Jennifer Grey = babe.

 

is what brings us together

Tuesday, November 1st, 2016

So me and Crockett got married, didja know? It’s been three weeks and two days, we haven’t sent in our marriage license yet, and Crockett left his ring at home on Halloween accidentally so it looked like ‘Duff Man was single oh yeah!’ but we ARE married and it’s super!

I mean, basically it’s the same, but it feels cozy and I really like it. “Have you met my husband?” is a thing I could say if we ever went anywhere we don’t already know everyone, for example. Cozy.

The day just flies by, best day of our lives, take some time for each other – these are all things people say about their wedding day and they’re not wrong. We greeted our friends, got married, ate, listened to toasts, danced, took pictures … I remember all of it, but not as clearly as I might like. I’m hoping that when our professional pictures come through, it’ll jog our memories? I wore three different dresses and had ridiculous boho hair (that I loved, ridiculous in a good way, guys), Crockett had a blue suit and a yellow pocket square …

Anyway. Married!

OH, I forgot the most important part: no one, at least in my hearing, quoted The Princess Bride. Because we’re better than that, people.