<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 09:14:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>La Di Dah</title><description></description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-2607312821864916892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T22:06:06.844-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>meme</category><title>Balance &amp; Happiness</title><description>Sorry friends! I am such an inconsistent blogger. I love reading blogs, but keeping up my end of the writing is sort of a challenge. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; now that I'm back to spending my days in front of a computer writing.&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly struggling with balance. The "right" amount of time to ascribe to anything.  Sadly I'm sort of an "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all or nothing&lt;/span&gt;" girl.  I am also terribly indecisive. More so now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be just little things. What to eat for dinner, or which deodorant to buy, but now it's so much bigger. What should I do with my life? Do I want to be a psychologist or an attorney? Or none of the above? Should I go to graduate school this fall or wait for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; program, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; opportunity, etc. Have I found something I really love? Am I settling?&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY OH WHY do I keep changing my mind? If this is self discovery, it is certainly a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; curvier path than I expected. I am trying to enjoy the process. The journey, if you will. and I am. Truly. But sheesh, sometimes I just want to be there already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SgkCRWu-Q6I/AAAAAAAABro/_FRTehBJPC0/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SgkCRWu-Q6I/AAAAAAAABro/_FRTehBJPC0/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334797730780693410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... The lovely blog &lt;a href="http://taza-and-husband.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rockstar Diaries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has been posting happy lists lately. Lists of 10 things that make people happy. Reading everyone's lists (and seeing their beautiful photos) have been making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make my own. I think everyone should follow suit and post their own lists. because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thinking&lt;/span&gt; about what makes you happy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; makes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you happy.&lt;/span&gt; So make yourself happy, and let me know so that I can share in your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of (15) things that make me terribly happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Making plans&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrapbooks and memories&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy hour (blue moon beer with extra orange slices)&lt;br /&gt;4. Surprises &amp;amp; thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;5. Festivals (and excuses to drink during the day)&lt;br /&gt;6. Fresh fruit from the Farmers Market (strawberries, mangoes, peaches)&lt;br /&gt;7. Falling asleep (&amp;amp; waking up) to the sound of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;8. Being inlove&lt;br /&gt;9. Crawling in to a freshly made bed&lt;br /&gt;10. Snowglobes &amp;amp; heart shaped glass paperweights&lt;br /&gt;11. Cooking with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;12. Holidays (&amp;amp; traditions)&lt;br /&gt;13. Open air concerts&lt;br /&gt;14. New seasons (especially Summer!!)&lt;br /&gt;15. The future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SgkDqSMOLgI/AAAAAAAABrw/uXXFBS43GfA/s1600-h/n13301907_32879063_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SgkDqSMOLgI/AAAAAAAABrw/uXXFBS43GfA/s320/n13301907_32879063_2355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334799258569551362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lauracrabtree/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Modified/2008/august/IMG_1891.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-2607312821864916892?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/05/balance-happiness.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SgkCRWu-Q6I/AAAAAAAABro/_FRTehBJPC0/s72-c/IMG_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-8425706967791298941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T21:40:08.417-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>working</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><title>Back To Work</title><description>I'm just going to post in bullets because I'm overtired, overwhelmed, and just sort of lazy. Actual structure sounds way too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog, but everything has been changing and shifting, and clarity is such a distant memory that I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow I start my new job. This is a job that I interviewed for on Friday, that I didn't plan on getting. It completely changes all my other plans, or not, depending on whether I want it to. It is in an industry that I have never worked in, doing something I have never done, and to be honest I'm actually really excited. I am also super duper nervous. The best part of it is that one of my good friends (who I met at my last job at the ad agency, who set me up with my boyfriend) now works at this company. She is the one who got me the interview (which I almost didn't go to.) Having a friend definitely takes away some of the first day nerves. Which is good since I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; nervous about things like first days (and interviews!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life has been chaotic. but exciting. I am loving the options, hating the decision making. And so I am saying yes to almost everything. And hoping to figure it out along the way. Clarity comes with time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This weekend was wonderful. The stress of hating, not having, and looking for a job the past few months completely dissipated. Job offers on Friday afternoons definitely set your weekend off to a great start. This was furthered by going to a Dodger game with some friends on Friday night. It was our first Dodger game of the season and the BF bought us each a dodger hat. I am not really a hat person, but I absolutely love this hat. I love that he thought to get me a "girl one," that it fits perfectly, and that it is a sign of summer time and all the games we will go to together.&lt;br /&gt;-Yesterday we had a little Kentucky Derby get-together. My friend Shannon &amp;amp; I dressed up in Derby attire (while the boys laughed at us), and we all watched the Derby. My pick (Pioneerof the Nile) came in second, so that was exciting. In the evening the boys had an alumni event at their fraternity house, so Shannon and I went to an R Kelly 'Trapped in the Closet" party. I had never actually watched the whole R Kelly movie/ musical, and it was certainly "interesting." The rule was that everytime R Kelly sang the word "closet" you take a sip of your beer. Lets just put it this way. He says closet a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend! Is it weird that I'm excited by the return of Sunday nights actually meaning something? Is it even worse that I'm excited to start the weekly Friday countdowns again? Weekends are just far more special when you're stuck in an office all week long. I know I'm going to hate myself for writing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID appreciate this time though. Really &amp;amp; truly, it has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;amp; much needed) break, but I am beyond ready for this new challenge. Have a great Monday lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-8425706967791298941?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-work.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-2289147172461178410</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T11:44:58.250-07:00</atom:updated><title>Prom</title><description>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://peeptoepumpsandpearls.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom-queen.html"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z104/danielle982/Peeptoe%20Pumps%20and%20Pearls/Prom-Queen-Button.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I was one of those girly girls. I loved the color pink, ribbons and bows, and was obsessed with all things "grown up." From an early age I planned two events in my life, prom and my wedding. Now, I haven't gotten around to the latter yet, but lets hope I've learned something since my terrible fail at prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatisjustfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; is lucky that I adore her, because she decided to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; punk and tag me in &lt;a href="http://peeptoepumpsandpearls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill's&lt;/a&gt; hilarious celebration of Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; small school, so we there weren't any prom kings or queens. There was, however, a prom committee, which I was on. The theme, The Great Gatsby, was my idea. My friends and I all dressed in a 1920's, Daisy Buchanan theme. We thought we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/Sfno4YTyPwI/AAAAAAAABrY/w6WsSHJCvCE/s1600-h/sc00bcbdba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/Sfno4YTyPwI/AAAAAAAABrY/w6WsSHJCvCE/s200/sc00bcbdba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330547689265446658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/Sfno4gJwZoI/AAAAAAAABrg/mK3TXF2l0tQ/s1600-h/sc00bce182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/Sfno4gJwZoI/AAAAAAAABrg/mK3TXF2l0tQ/s200/sc00bce182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330547691370866306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sort one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; girls who almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; has a boyfriend. For better or worse, it's just sort of happened that way. There have been times when I really should have been more independent and single, but I'm a relationship person and that's how things have happened. The funny thing is, two weeks before prom, I broke up with my high school boyfriend. He was a year younger, I was excited about going off to college, and it was the right things to do. He didn't take the news all that well. I remembered later that I just lost my prom date, so I asked if he would still go with me. I was clearly not a person he felt like doing favors for at the time, and so along with a few choice words, he said no. Leaving me at senior prom dateless. Long story short, I had a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are the rules...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Upload your prom picture. If you don't have one, email your mom and have her send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't forget to include the year it was taken. Again, don't be shy. The older the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grab the "Prom Queen" button on &lt;a href="http://peeptoepumpsandpearls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill's &lt;/a&gt;sidebar and add it to your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Copy and Paste the rules to your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicoleantoinette.wordpress.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylishhandwriting.com/"&gt;EP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoshanahg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shoshana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurwilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinycowboyhats.blogspot.com"&gt;Traci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-2289147172461178410?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/Sfno4YTyPwI/AAAAAAAABrY/w6WsSHJCvCE/s72-c/sc00bcbdba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-7193745761149624753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T07:30:47.993-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>these are a few of my favorite things... Europe Pics!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94my1EPI/AAAAAAAABcw/B52iLh8MXN0/s1600-h/IMG_3144+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94my1EPI/AAAAAAAABcw/B52iLh8MXN0/s200/IMG_3144+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374514246914290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94X-pTOI/AAAAAAAABco/N7pLfjCxWCA/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94X-pTOI/AAAAAAAABco/N7pLfjCxWCA/s200/IMG_2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374510269943010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-5OXdm3I/AAAAAAAABeo/4DzbpexpZMQ/s1600-h/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-5OXdm3I/AAAAAAAABeo/4DzbpexpZMQ/s200/IMG_2980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375624381176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que up the song, and sing accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops on Munich, and whiskers on Sean,&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper rooftops and gorgeous stained glasses&lt;br /&gt;Crisp apple strudel and fruity croissants.&lt;br /&gt;Cobble stones streets and deee-licious meals.&lt;br /&gt;Vienna and  Salzburg are some of my favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dum, dum dum..&lt;br /&gt;When the dog bites, when the bees sting, when I'm feeling sad,&lt;br /&gt;I'll simply remember my trip to Europe&lt;br /&gt;and then I wont feel soooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm not musically gifted, but the pictures turned out really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6ozBREkI/AAAAAAAABYU/Sb9Tsfu-SY8/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6ozBREkI/AAAAAAAABYU/Sb9Tsfu-SY8/s200/IMG_2943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370944115905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6oIyxfII/AAAAAAAABYM/7nkTqJJuX1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6oIyxfII/AAAAAAAABYM/7nkTqJJuX1Q/s200/IMG_2938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370932780825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6n2t8rwI/AAAAAAAABYE/siuR2OllauY/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6n2t8rwI/AAAAAAAABYE/siuR2OllauY/s200/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370927928749826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6mmenYQI/AAAAAAAABX8/_Km7CRCeTi4/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW6mmenYQI/AAAAAAAABX8/_Km7CRCeTi4/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370906389602562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of Music tour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8M7BFw9I/AAAAAAAABaI/DssdCARo-KA/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8M7BFw9I/AAAAAAAABaI/DssdCARo-KA/s200/IMG_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372664249566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8Nh6iH0I/AAAAAAAABao/Z7BwYLuuXqY/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8Nh6iH0I/AAAAAAAABao/Z7BwYLuuXqY/s200/IMG_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372674691047234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NH6AsGI/AAAAAAAABaQ/NS84CPGheO4/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NH6AsGI/AAAAAAAABaQ/NS84CPGheO4/s200/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372667709534306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NdCApUI/AAAAAAAABag/6tFr6tf6SAQ/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NdCApUI/AAAAAAAABag/6tFr6tf6SAQ/s200/IMG_3068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372673380230466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NZlbIfI/AAAAAAAABaY/CC0gjrsyM94/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8NZlbIfI/AAAAAAAABaY/CC0gjrsyM94/s200/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372672455025138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8w7PYHPI/AAAAAAAABbQ/0ZTAAgMM0Uk/s1600-h/IMG_3113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW8w7PYHPI/AAAAAAAABbQ/0ZTAAgMM0Uk/s200/IMG_3113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373282784779506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freud Museum (psych major 4 eva!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94NyPB-I/AAAAAAAABcg/Y7pabVaHrWk/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94NyPB-I/AAAAAAAABcg/Y7pabVaHrWk/s200/IMG_2956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374507533535202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfXBNgmtzlI/AAAAAAAABhM/9t9eL20f-a4/s1600-h/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfXBNgmtzlI/AAAAAAAABhM/9t9eL20f-a4/s200/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378171897630290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prague:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-40YeZUI/AAAAAAAABeg/3TkCYZgQvDg/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-40YeZUI/AAAAAAAABeg/3TkCYZgQvDg/s200/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375617406100802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-4g2923I/AAAAAAAABeY/0MjHzcRgN8k/s1600-h/IMG_2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW-4g2923I/AAAAAAAABeY/0MjHzcRgN8k/s200/IMG_2732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375612165282674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfXBNySs6TI/AAAAAAAABhU/pJfND2gv7BI/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfXBNySs6TI/AAAAAAAABhU/pJfND2gv7BI/s200/IMG_2743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378176645523762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the necessary "Sean &amp;amp; Laura with our backpacks" picture. (Suggested by this &lt;a href="http://laurwilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW95M2p-3I/AAAAAAAABdA/RH1-yRHKOw0/s1600-h/IMG_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW95M2p-3I/AAAAAAAABdA/RH1-yRHKOw0/s200/IMG_2656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374524463512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 600 more, but I tried to narrow it down for you. If you really want to see more (or discuss any of these lovely places) email me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-7193745761149624753?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SfW94my1EPI/AAAAAAAABcw/B52iLh8MXN0/s72-c/IMG_3144+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-6268628794524758362</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T17:55:37.020-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>goals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grad school</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>future</category><title>I'm Back!</title><description>Hello Lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;After 11 days, 3 new (to me) countries, a zillion pictures, very little sleep, and an all around amazing time; I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how I've missed you! And by you I mean internet friends, my glorious life source (computer), my shower, and not living out of a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was fantastic. Beautiful. Refreshing. I feel like I actually did make some important discovories, and was reminded of things I already knew. I wandered through the old streets of Prague, drank in beer halls in Munich, fell in love with the city of Vienna, and lived out a childhood dream in Salzburg. In a strange twist of fate I recieved an email while away that I actually was accepted to the one and only graduate school that I applied to. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; rejected from the special, selective program but accepted to the Masters program. Very strange, since I thought the first letter was a clear cut rejection. This was a total curve ball in my planning, but for some reason it was made mangeable by an altered (somewhat removed) perspective. I did not freak out! Not only were opportunities unfolding, but seemingly impossible plans (and schedules) became possible once more. Now I don't have to wait till fall 2010 (which seemed so far away) to start grad school. I will start this fall! Back on schedule. The past few months were filled with chaos and confusion. There were times of feeling out of control and off schedule (umm hello grad school rejection letter? lack of job? lack of direction?). Suddenly within the past two weeks almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; (which is scary to say) has fallen into place.&lt;br /&gt;I feel greatful and full of faith. Everything does work out the way it's supposed to. It's so refreshing to see proof of what I have always believed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'd like to say that I wont be one of those people who wont stop blabbering about their trip, shoving pictures in your face, and telling meaningless stories, I can't. Sorry. Not going to happen. To be honest, I am blissfully reveling in the post adventure high where all you want to do is tell anyone who will listen a little fact about the Hapsburg empire or how the Sound of Music tour brought tears to your eyes. (true story.) The only thing better than your desired bus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; arriving in a sketchy southern Czech town, is being safe and clean at home and reliving all of it.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a warning. I might be really obnoxious this next week. I might fill browsers with talk of the excessive amounts of butters, dairy, breads, and sugars I've consumed in the past couple weeks (this coming from a light soy &amp;amp; splenda kind of girl).&lt;br /&gt;I might lose a few facebook friends because I just want to post about a billion albums. (because I think my photos are just too awesome not to share.) I seem to have picked up a whole "everyone cares about my life and my adventures" vibe somewhere over the Atlantic. I promise to dispose of that ASAP. As of now I'm heading to Blockbuster to rent the Sound of Music (because my 2-disc special edition copy is at the BF's house), and I can think of no better way to spend my jet-lag recovery time (have I mentioned that I haven't slept in 30 hours?) than that movie.&lt;br /&gt;God I love that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures to follow soon. Too many. Promise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-6268628794524758362?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-4234995242894090643</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-15T16:36:46.184-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><description>Well, my bags are packed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeZrA4fWwAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/50PJgTCs6yE/s1600-h/IMG00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeZrA4fWwAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/50PJgTCs6yE/s320/IMG00189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061272320262146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is  checked off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeZrl6zFGhI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rnCH1btT1Tw/s1600-h/yhst-51816236815316_2048_262365874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeZrl6zFGhI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rnCH1btT1Tw/s320/yhst-51816236815316_2048_262365874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325061908595022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlists are made. Camera is packed. Itinerary is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm readyyyy to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say that at this time tomorrow I'll be hanging out, drinking a beer in Munich. Then I realized that at this time tomorrow I will actually be zonked out on ambien on an airplane en route to Munich (cross fingers that all goes according to plan, and that i for once in my life am actually able to sleep on the plane). Oh well, its the journey not the destination, right?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this trip has come together so fast. And yet, I cannot imagine this trip not happening. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; this. I needed a sign that everything happens for a reason. That when one door closes another door opens. (Should I continue with the cliches?) Seriously though, it's nice after a few months of setbacks to have something you have desperately wanted fall into your lap. It's a great reminder to have faith and worry less.&lt;br /&gt;I am bringing my old laptop (the macbook pro is definitely staying safely at home), so I will try and connect when I can. In all honestly it's probably best for me to take a bit of a break from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I am striving to live in the moment, take it all in, and just savor being in Europe with the boy I love. I will however be taking an ungodly amount of photos. (I wish I would have taken a photography class in college!) So those will surface in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, take care Lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-4234995242894090643?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeZrA4fWwAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/50PJgTCs6yE/s72-c/IMG00189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-5519229782327248222</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-12T21:47:17.571-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>future</category><title>Desktop</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeLCsreVCvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oDIQFVcnWGQ/s1600-h/MekTLjaKDm2h7f95FOW3WV6Wo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this. I set it as the background on my computer. It is my constant reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeLCsreVCvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oDIQFVcnWGQ/s1600-h/MekTLjaKDm2h7f95FOW3WV6Wo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeLCsreVCvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oDIQFVcnWGQ/s400/MekTLjaKDm2h7f95FOW3WV6Wo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324031782345313010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had the loveliest Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-5519229782327248222?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/desktop.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SeLCsreVCvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oDIQFVcnWGQ/s72-c/MekTLjaKDm2h7f95FOW3WV6Wo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-7309550151387002327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T14:40:32.827-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>Europe &amp; Such</title><description>It's official... I'm leaving for Europe a week from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We bought our tickets, leave April 17th, and I am in a state of absolute bliss. We are flying into Munich, spending a day there. Then taking the train (or perhaps bus) to Prague. Spending 2 1/2 days there, and then on to Brno (where the BF is working for a few hours aka the initial reason behind this trip). Then it's on to Austria, the place I have been dying to go since I was able to sing "the hills are alive." Vienna &amp;amp; Salzburg over the course of 5 days, and then returning to Munich to fly out on Sunday (April 26th).&lt;br /&gt;Now, Not only do I have a wonderful European vacation to look forward to, traveling to places I have never been (but always wanted to go), with my favorite person in the entire world, but at last I have something to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;. AND oh my goodness do I love it. Itineraries, research, packing lists. It is all so wonderfully exciting yet tangible. (We are actually going to do it, and soon, unlike some of my other plans.) I am ignoring my lack of a real job, and just reveling in it all for the next couple weeks. This is the first time since I've stopped working that I have truly felt like I am taking advantage of this time and the "not knowing."&lt;br /&gt;It feels &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other fantastic news. I am completely rearranging furniture, getting rid of old stuff, and doing a full on, floor to ceiling spring cleaning. So far, I am so happy with the result. Everything feels so much fresher and lighter, not to mention cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed a fantastic sunny afternoon of lunching, shopping, and indulging in some delicious pinkberry with my favorite blogger turned real life friend &lt;a href="http://thatisjustfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. We have the exact same taste in restaurants, frozen treats, &amp;amp; shopping, so I'd say we are a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of my spring cleaning awaits, but I felt like a bit of an update was in order since I seem to have adopted twitter as my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-7309550151387002327?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/europe-such.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-5310933071648232153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T22:07:16.397-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>Umm, Europe Perhaps?</title><description>In my life, there is only one decision I regret. Sure, I've made stupid choices, about a billion mistakes, and I'm constantly letting words fall out of my mouth without thinking. Still, I try not to live life with regrets. However, I will forever kick myself for not going abroad when I was in college. I was lucky enough to travel around Asia for a month the summer before my senior year of college. And I've traveled to a few places in Europe. But I had always planned on going abroad in the college. The opportunity to live in a foreign country, completely safe yet removed from your normal life, is a once in a lifetime gift. When else can you pick up and move to Europe? Travel around on weekends? Be completely selfish, and explore. Oh wait, I suppose I could do that now if I really wanted it badly enough. Part of me does want that though. Part of me has always wanted that.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I didn't go in college were the most stereotypical, stupid, sentimental reasons. I'm embarrassed by myself for not being brave enough. Or wanting to leave behind the pathetic boyfriend. I've never been independent enough. That much is true.&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't go abroad in college, the one thing I wanted for my graduation present was a trip to Europe. Every year of college I had planned a Europe trip for that summer. It never materialized. I spent months planning my perfect graduation Europe trip. Complete with an  itinerary and the desire to "find myself." However, this trip never actually happened either. (Although I do have quite an extensive collection of travel books on my shelves.) I somehow managed to land what I thought to be my "dream job," which started THREE days after graduation. I didn't even have time to unpack. And so, the elusive Europe trip still (nearly a year later) has not happened.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even about visiting one certain place. I just crave Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been dying to go to Prague, Salzburg, Italy, Greece, etc.&lt;br /&gt;So, a few days ago the BF mentioned he was going on a business trip to the Czech Republic. Um hello?! Prague!!! Now, if I want, I can come along. Granted we would only go for a week, but we would be able to go to Prague and Austria (I have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to go on the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg since I was old enough to pretend to waltz along with the movie.) And a trip to Europe with the boyfriend? Ummm, be still my heart?!&lt;br /&gt;But I have all these hesitations. Ugh. First of all I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;should not be spending any money. (But isn't that the reason I have savings to begin with?) Especially since we were planning on taking a trip to Costa Rica this summer with our friends. (I would choose a Europe trip over Costa Rica any day! but I know the BF is dying to go to Costa Rica). Second of all, and I know this sounds ridiculously lame, but I don't want to seem like one of those girlfriends who just follows her guy around everywhere. Will people think we are so inseparable/ dependent that we can't survive without each other for a few days? I think I'm just feeling insecure right now because I still don't have a job, a plan, and I feel like I have nothing going for me... which is dumb. I know. Oh stupid insecurities, go away!&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have a lot of thinking to do.. (If for some reason I happen to get an offer for the completely out of my league job that I interviewed for the other day, then of course I would not be able to go to Europe. So I suppose I will have to wait till next week for the formal rejection before booking any flights. Although this trip would be an AMAZING consolation prize for being completely lost and unemployed.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, silly life! I feel like the phrase "timing is everything" is truly the mantra of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. I forgot to mention that this trip would be in 2 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.praguetravelguide365.com/files/Prague_899286845.jpg" src="http://www.praguetravelguide365.com/files/Prague_899286845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-5310933071648232153?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/04/umm-europe-perhaps.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-7833686284800220038</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T23:36:25.000-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>working</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>future</category><title>Being There</title><description>I cannot believe that March is almost over. If February flew by, this month has seriously time warped away. March has been such a fun, decadent month. But then again these past couple months have just been oozing with "me time." The upside of all this self-indulgence is that it has been a (relatively) stress-free blast. The downside is my credit card bill. I am now feeling completely rejuvenated, and desperate to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have a job interview tomorrow. For a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; interesting looking job. That I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want. (And a salary better than my last job.)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot (lie. failed) to mention that I did not get accepted to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; graduate program that I applied to. After kicking myself in the face (or something like that?) for only applying to ONE program, I decided to move on (after crying, freaking out about what I'm going to do with my life, how I have no direction, am completely lost, hopeless, etc).&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I have absolute faith in this, and have seen it multiple times in my life. (college, friendships, romantic relationships, jobs, etc.) I have prayed a lot more in this past week than I have in a long long while. Granted I am unbelievably blessed, and ridiculously happy, the whole lack of job/ direction/ plan has been weighing heavily on me. I am a planner. I can't help it. I want to know where things are headed, and prepare, and have a roadmap. And more than that, I often want to fast forward through the entire journey and just be there already. I know this last part is bad. I need to enjoy the process. I have enjoyed the process of the past couple months. But the time has come. I really need some sort of sign. I'm feeling lost, and all of this journey-ing is needing a bit of guidance. I have prayed for guidance. To be led in the right direction. For strength and faith. And tomorrow I suppose we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;But my fingers are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; crossed. I hope the interview tomorrow goes well. I hope the job is right for me. I want it to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post hasn't been about Vegas at all, but these thoughts were completely overwhelming my mind, and they made this past weekend seem sort of meaningless.. I guess thats obvious though. It was Las Vegas, land of the meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast though. The BF &amp;amp; I realized that we are in fact not Vegas people. After a day of frozen margaritas (sugar high), pool clubs (which basically looked like a giant x rated film. gross) and a night at one of the hottest clubs, we were completely happy to eat McDonalds in our hotel room in comfy clothes while our friends stayed up all night. (Now I NEVER eat McDonalds, so that was sinful in itself.) It made me so happy however, to not be out there searching for someone, needing something else, but to completely content in the simplicity of just being with my boyfriend whom I adore, and reveling in the fact that we are on the same page about oh so many things. All in all we managed to have a rediculously great time though. It was so much fun to be in a vacation spot with all of our friends... definitely a Disneyland for grown ups fealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, without further adieu... Vegas Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=13301907&amp;amp;pid=33327403&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/2636_547203392984_13301907_33327413_7653136_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=13301907&amp;amp;pid=33327394&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/2636_547203343084_13301907_33327403_477400_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=13301907&amp;amp;pid=33327386&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/2636_547203253264_13301907_33327386_6776163_n.jpg" style="width: 295px; height: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=13301907&amp;amp;pid=33327391&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 221px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/2636_547203278214_13301907_33327390_2721340_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-7833686284800220038?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-there.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-946877631846625674</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T21:14:27.386-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>love</category><title>There's No Place Like Home</title><description>Dorothy was spot on. I love to travel. I get ridiculously excited planning trips. Hotels make me jump for joy. I love exploring new cities, trying out new restaurants, shopping... but man oh man do I love coming home. Especially after a longgggg day of driving (hung over), in traffic, through a windy sandstorm in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;Getting in my bed was the absolute best feeling in the world. And now the detox begins. In other slightly less whiny news: Vegas was an absolute blast. I'll post a better recap tomorrow with pictures (we took SO many fantastically hilarious photos), but for now I will just say this. I am a really ridiculously lucky girl. I seem to have managed to find the one boy who I can be with non-stop, talk about poop, judge all the trashy, slutty looking girls in Vegas, and be on the exact same page about pretty much everything, be completely annoyed with the rest of the universe with, and yet still find him absolutely irresistibly wonderful. (Run on sentence apologies.) How is that even physically possible? After drinking for three days, in the desert, with all the skanks and creepers, I am bothered by pretty much everything. Except for him. Miracle of miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am completely Vegas-ed out for the next year. I have re-learned that I love dive bars and happy hours. I will never be a clubber. Is that even what they are called? I am so not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-946877631846625674?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-no-place-like-home.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3209462285464113323</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T13:42:34.896-07:00</atom:updated><title>Twitter Anyone?</title><description>True to form, I am late in the whole Twitter game. A typical trend follower, I held out on Twitter until I became certain that I was the only one left on the internet not "tweeting."&lt;br /&gt;This has all changed.&lt;br /&gt;LCtweets is my name.&lt;br /&gt;Friend me, find me, follow me. I don't know, lets just connect. haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm so out of my league here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3209462285464113323?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter-anyone.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-4781146018880084856</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T12:07:39.461-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><title>Spring is in the Air</title><description>Things that are making me ridiculously happy right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;80 degree sunshine. Hello spring, I love you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh lilacs from the farmers market. (Favorite smell in the world.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring cleaning! So fresh and so clean clean... (yes that was a white girl rap.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rediscovering long forgotten warm weather clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting to work on my tan for Vegas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Vegas in less than a week and a half.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things that are making me less than happy right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sore throat. But even that isn't dampening my mood. Being sick really isn't all that bad if you can spend the morning tanning with a huge glass of iced Emergen-C between shots of Zicam. I'm just trying to rest and pray that it doesn't turn into the horrendous cold that the BF has had all week. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hope everyone else is having a lovely (and healthier) day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-4781146018880084856?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-in-air.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3859840595570632206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T16:44:57.119-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>A Full Recap</title><description>Well I have officially not posted in 11 days. Such a blog slacker. So where did I leave off?&lt;br /&gt;Chicago was an absolute blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33274031&amp;amp;id=13301907&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2564/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33274042_3178216.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fun city. Tons of delicious food. An entire day spent at the Art Institute. The bean and Millenium Park. Oh yes, and lots of shopping. I really appreciate everyone's advice, I definitely feel like I hit all the best spots. I am so glad I took &lt;a href="http://peeptoepumpsandpearls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; and all of the Top Chef's advice and went to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.avecrestaurant.com/"&gt;Avec&lt;/a&gt;. From the artichoke crostini, to the strip steak with raisins, and the famous chorizo stuffed dates, it was absolutely delicious. I actually had two of my favorite dining experiences while in Chicago (those folks seriously know how to eat (&amp;amp;drink!!)). My other favorite dinner was at &lt;a href="http://provincerestaurant.com/"&gt;Province&lt;/a&gt;, which was sort of a Spanish/ South American style where you can order either small or large plates.  We of course chose to get a bunch of small plates (at both restaurants) so we could try a bunch of the delicious sounding dishes. I seriously felt like a Top Chef judge all week with all the delicious food the BF and I were stuffing ourselves with..  Oh, and all the wine and cocktails. Don't even get me started on those.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we made it back home on Thursday I could not even stand the idea of eating or drinking any more. I was craving a major detox. However, it would not be the middle of March without a Saint Patricks Day celebration. And so I did what any other twentysomething does after spending an entire week eating and drinking, I sacked up, put on an all green outfit, and spent Saturday hanging out by the beach and bar hopping. I guess life doesn't get much better? By yesterday I was officially done, and am now swearing off drinking until Las Vegas (which is less than two weeks away). And I am REALLY cracking down on finding a new job. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33274055&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2564/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33274047_1807656.jpg" style="width: 219px; height: 165px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (After having drinks on the top of the John Hancock building)&lt;br /&gt;In other bloggy news... The BF (who has obviously been reffered to repeatedely here) found my blog. Yes I kept it a secret from him. Is that weird? Do people in your "real life" read your blog? For some reason I was really embarassed, and now feel slightly awkward at the idea of him reading this. I know it's not a big deal.. but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3859840595570632206?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-recap.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-289558056299684066</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T17:44:04.386-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>exercise</category><title>Oprah</title><description>It's almost embarrassing to admit, but before Monday I had never watched a single episode of Oprah. I had nothing against her, but it was pretty low on priority list, and I don't usually watch television during the day. Three o'clock on Monday I was at the gym, and happened to be one of the lucky ones to get a treadmill with a TV attached. Bored with my ipod, I flipped through the channels (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; 4 options) and happened upon Oprah. Within moments I was hooked. The minutes flew by, and before I knew it 45 minutes had passed. Oprah is a great distraction. Suddenly I was slightly more motivated than before, my ipod playlist has literally been haunting me for the past few weeks, and anything that takes my mind off of working out is a miracle in my book. Tuesday came, and I decided to wait till 3 to go. And like clock work, time seemed to move a little faster. By today I had the best work out I've had in ages, and I was almost limping off the treadmill (in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good way!) I made a goal last weekend to lose 5 pounds before Las Vegas (a little over 3 weeks away now). I am feeling better than I have in a long time. I'm more motivated, I've been eating better, and working out harder. And if I meet my goal I will owe it all to Oprah. So maybe this is why she has been so popular all these years? The magic powers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I've also been getting super crafty lately. Pictures to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-289558056299684066?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/oprah.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3356736768159649951</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T06:56:46.016-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>meme</category><title>Something I've Learned</title><description>A huge part of growing up is learning about yourself. Being a rather introspective person (I’m very much “in” my head) and having been a psychology major in college I truly value the relationship I have with myself. I spent high school trying desperately to make myself “someone” or “something.” It wasn’t until college that I started tying to find out more about who I am. My emotions, my reactions, what I want. And this past year or so has been about accepting this person, myself. It’s sort of enlightening to realize things about myself, traits that I have always had but perhaps never recognized, and this awareness is bringing me happiness. And the more I learn about myself, the better I am in my relationships. Last night for example, I was in one of the yucky moods that I find myself in roughly once a month. Everything felt wrong. Even the things that were right weren’t right enough. I had a nice evening. The bf and I made dinner together, I drank a glass of wine , we watched some tv. He sensed that I was in a bad mood, and tried to comfort me (which is of course exactly the attention I wanted at the time, even though I shrugged and acted like I was fine.) The evening was exactly what I wanted. It’s what I always want. To feel comfortable and loved. To be with a wonderful guy. Except instead of feeling happy, all I felt was unsatisfied. I want us to move in together. I want to progress. I felt like everything in my life is just in a stand still. And yes its good, but I need to evolve. Waiting to find a job, waiting to hear back from graduate school. Basically I just wanted to cry. I felt miserable even though I knew I was happy. I have basically gotten everything I’ve wanted, and yet still it’s not enough. I didn’t have any control over the way I felt, and that always sends me into a tailspin. (Can we say control issues?)&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the break through happened. In the past I would have found some meaningless thing to get upset over. I would have used this item to throw a tantrum about, there would be tears, and things said that I really didn’t mean… all to go to bed pouting and feeling sorry for myself. Except instead of doing all of these things, making all of the mistakes I’ve made so many times before… I stopped. I told myself that these were just hormones. I recognized that it felt sucky to not have control over my emotions, and that I’m feeling unsatisfied in this moment. I gave myself permission to feel this way, and I didn’t expect anyone else to make it better. I did not take it out on my boyfriend because truly (and I swear this is a new revelation for me) there is nothing he could have done to change the way I felt. Not to get all zen or anything, but happiness comes from within. I know “they” always say that, but it’s so absurdly true. People can go around trying to make you happy. It does not matter. You can only rely on yourself to be happy. So I decided to go to sleep a little early last night. I shut my mouth and forced my eyes closed. And after 9 hours of sleep, I woke up this morning feeling fantastic. I was relieved that I had not thrown a tantrum. I was happy to be waking up in the arms of my lovely boyfriend who was not upset with me for throwing the hypothetical fit. And miracle of miracles, my pms-y sadness was gone. Simple as a good nights rest. No tears were EVEN shed.&lt;br /&gt;And so I have learned this about myself. When everything feels wrong, and nothing has happened, just go to sleep. A good nights rest makes everything better. That way if you wake up and something is still feels wrong, at least you have the energy to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I get cranky when I’m hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3356736768159649951?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-ive-learned.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3903548057024623574</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T12:30:30.239-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>scrapbook</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>Happy March!</title><description>Last week was sort of a weird/ hazey/ mad dash. I wanted to blog, but for some reason it just didn't happen. I would think of something to write about, sit down, and then get distracted or go blank. Does this ever happen to you or am I the only non-creative blogger in the world? Anyway, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;So here's my attempt at a recap...&lt;br /&gt;Last week was:&lt;br /&gt;- Mardi Gras.  Not that that I really did anything to celebrate, because I was informed that people in the "real world" (as in not in college anymore) who don't live in New Orleans, don't actually do anything exciting. Tuesday evening we walked to a New Orleans-y bar, saw that there was a long line &amp;amp; a cover, and decided to get frozen yogurt instead.&lt;br /&gt;-Then we had Ash Wednesday, which was also the day I finished&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;. First I thought maybe I would give up alcohol for Lent. Until I realized that was wayyyy too hard. So I thought maybe just hard alcohol. And then I realized that in the next 40 days I will be going to Chicago &amp;amp; Las Vegas. So cutting out alcohol was virtually impossible, and I realized the sacrifice probably had more to do with getting back into bikini shape then actually recommiting myself to god. So, in the spirit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt; I decided that for the 40 days of Lent I would take time to pray each day. Along with praying, I am trying to not say any bad words, and bring in re-usable grocery bags when I go to the market. (I have a bunch of cute ones from Whole Foods/ Traders Joes, and I always forget to bring them in, resulting in wasting even more paper/plastic.)&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my three small attempts at being a slightly better person. I'm covering 3 bases: relationship with god, better-ing myself (and my potty mouth), and helping the planet by being a little more &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-I did not work out once last week. Instead I started a new scrapbook project (SUPER EXCITING!), went to almost every craft store in the LA area, and.... ate a lot of frozen yogurt? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SaxRW6bngyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7QToBkH5GDo/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SaxRW6bngyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7QToBkH5GDo/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308707514847036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SaxSSFN62wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yEYoso_SINc/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SaxSSFN62wI/AAAAAAAAAuw/yEYoso_SINc/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308708531354655490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I am incapable of scrapbook without making a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; mess. I have to lay everything out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is March I am going to be super motivated to work out. I swear. Our Las Vegas trip is in 3 weeks, which means bikinis and cocktail dresses, so I really have to get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;The BF and I did go on a seven mile bike ride yesterday on the beach path (I love riding my purple beach cruiser!) so I suppose that counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 173px;" alt="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/19/8e/82/cloud-gate-grant-pk-chicago.jpg" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/19/8e/82/cloud-gate-grant-pk-chicago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now...&lt;br /&gt;-I'm getting SUPER excited for Chicago. I LOVE everything that has to do with traveling (except security lines)... Packing, exploring a new city, HOTELS!! It's all so exciting. I've already starting my packing list... If anyone wants to meet up in Chicago let me know! We arrive on Sunday, and I will be wandering around the city all by myself Monday thru Wednesday during the day (while the BF is at his conference)... (ummm, if you're a creeper please don't stalk me.)&lt;br /&gt;-The Bachelor season finale tonight! Woo Hoo! I had a dream about this last night. Is that crazy?&lt;br /&gt;-My Mom's B-day is next weekend.. and I will be cooking her a special birthday dinner on Saturday night (because she says she loves my cooking more than any restaurant.) So I need to find some deliciously special recipes for Saturday night. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3903548057024623574?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-blogging-funk.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SaxRW6bngyI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7QToBkH5GDo/s72-c/IMG_2783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-5013589326592161237</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T06:55:57.910-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>goals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>working</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grad school</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>future</category><title>Wanting Vs. Doing</title><description>I've always been a pretty driven person. I'm ambitious and hard working... If I know I want something to happen I'm usually determined to make it happen. I was always at the top of my class, I had a full time "career" job immediately out of college, I've traveled, have a great boyfriend, and buy myself nice things. Life was good. Except that I felt like I was drowning, and suffocating, and on an excessively fast moving treadmill all at the exact same time. And then I crashed. Left my job. Applied to graduate school. Re-learned how to breathe. And that's been great. Truly. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more well rested than I've been since elementary school. I'm happy, and relaxed, and well... just filling up list after list with wants. I am manifesting a whole future for myself, down to the nitty gritty details. And ya know, that's kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Although now I'm stuck in this unproductive dilemma where I am wanting these things, and waiting for these things to happen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt;, but not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; anything to make them happen. And that feels really foreign. And flawed.&lt;br /&gt;I know better than to sit around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merely wanting &lt;/span&gt;and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing.&lt;/span&gt; And yes, I needed some time to recover, to get my stregnth back, and reevaluate. But I think it's about time to get into action.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new job. It doesn't have to be a fantasticly amazing job, with a super competitive company, where I can bust my balls to move up the ladder at an exceptionally speedy rate. I would like a job that brings me some sort of happiness, work with nice people, breathe, and make some money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To move in with the bf. This doesn't have to happen right now, but as some point in the not too distant future I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like for us to get a place together. Yes I may have done everything wrong in the pursuit of this goal. There is a minor problem that we haven't fully, rationally discussed this while sober. And yes, I may have tried to bring this up last friday night while we were severely intoxicated. And when he said lets talk about this tomorrow when we are sober I may have said "noooo I want to talk about this nowwwww" (in a whiny drunk voice), and then I may have been so embarassed with my actions the that when he tried to bring it up the next morning I hid my head under the pillow and said "pleaseeee stop." So yea, I've been goin about that one all wrong. Its just awkward, and yes I'm aware that shows my immaturity, but I still want it. (eek!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get into grad school. This is out of my hands at this point, so I just have to pray for the best. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(On that note, I guess I just have to pray for the best on all of these things... That whatever supposed to happen will happen...but in the mean time, it doesn't hurt to actually apply for real jobs, as opposed to just wishing for them to fall into my lap.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-5013589326592161237?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanting-vs-doing.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3180869686818720283</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T12:28:08.398-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><title>One More Thing.. Chi-Town</title><description>Ok, I'm going to the gym for real now. I have my gym clothes on and everything... Swear.&lt;br /&gt;But I just found out some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;exciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;news.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; in a couple weeks! I've never been. Granted I know it will be really cold, I've heard its a really great city, and I've always wanted to go.. and I'm just super excited!&lt;br /&gt;The BF mentioned a few days ago that he might be going on a business trip to Chicago in March. And then he asked if I would like to come along (ya know, since I'm unemployed and basically live in a fantasy world where I pretend I'm a housewife.) Well DUH. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to travel, especially to places I've never been... especially with the BF (who has never been to Chicago either) and I love to travel even more when I don't have to pay for a place to stay (BF's company is paying for a room at the Hilton. nice).&lt;br /&gt;So now I ask you...&lt;br /&gt;What should I do in Chicago?? Do any of you live in Chicago? The BF will be in a conference from 9 to 5 every day, and so it will just be me wandering around the big city...&lt;br /&gt;Any advice, recommendations, etc would be much appreciated...&lt;br /&gt;In general I'm a huge fan of food, wine, shopping, and art museums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3180869686818720283?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-thing-chi-town.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-4204325450689567531</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T11:15:23.580-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>meme</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>future</category><title>What Haves &amp; Have Nots...</title><description>Just found this on &lt;a href="http://miss-mrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Musings From Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; and it looked like a self-indulgently procrastinating good time... And hey it's Friday after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 WHAT'S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Phone was ringing.... It was the BF on his way to work, I cleared my throat to pretend that I was already awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Caught up on the tivo, did 3 loads of laundry (to prepare for the weekend), ate ice cream. Big night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;God I wish I knew. I'm in a really strange inbetween space right now... I'm waiting to here if I got into graduate school (pleaseee!), I quit my job (but really need to find something new), I don't really know what I want to do with myself... but I'm really trying to enjoy the process, use this time to figure things out, and just appreciate the fact that I am truly happy. Even though half the time I get these ridiculous pangs of "oh my goodness I really want to move in with the boyfriend" (and one other thing)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What would you rather be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;I should be at the gym right now. In a perfect world it would be sunny and 80 degrees out, the BF would be done with work for the day, and we would be hanging out at the beach, sharing a pitcher of Blue Moon (with lots of orange slices). Oh how I miss summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I really can't remember. I think it was a couple weeks ago... probably some stupid little fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 What always makes you feel better when you're upset?&lt;br /&gt;Making a plan. Planning a trip. Getting dressed up, going out for cocktails. Oh and hugs are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 What's the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;That we "get" each other. He understands me (most of the time), and I understand him... he brings out the best in me. I once dated a guy who really brought out all of insecurities, and made me needy and just gross, I realized that I didn't like who I was around him. That was a red flag. Then he dumped me, which in retrospect was the best thing he could do for me. That relationship taught me a lot about the dynamics of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Getting into grad school. Finding a way to make money. Finding a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Building a life. Sort of everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 What are you looking forward to most in this week?&lt;br /&gt;This weekend! Spending time with BF... We are spending the day in Malibu tomorrow, and going out to dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the ocean (that has oysers! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; oysters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;I swear when I finish this I'm going to go to the gym. I really want to shower, and I wont let myself shower until I finished working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE HAVE YOU’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Have you ever won anything?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh not really. I consider myself blessed but not necessarily lucky. I have a really good life, and things always seem to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work out&lt;/span&gt; for me, but I never win raffles or anything like that. I'd choose a blessed life over random luck any day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Have you ever had a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And I learned more than I could ever imagine. As horrible feeling as it was, its amazing to know that time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; does heal all wounds. It still blows my mind. And it has led me to having healthier and happier relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've been to Europe, Canada, &amp;amp; Asia. (I've never been to Mexico which is sort of funny since I've lived in Southern California my whole life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Easy answer. Yes. I reguarly suffer from "blonde moments" or just simple lapses in judgement. Here is just one example (don't judge me). I once dropped a phone in the toilet, realized I needed to dry it out/ sterilize it... and for some rediculously stupid reason that is still unbeknownst to me, I stuck it in the microwave. It blew up. DUH. At the very moment I could not believe how stupid I was... That was a while ago, but sadly not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; long ago. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; not that idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have you ever had the cops called on you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;I've had four serious relationships in my life. Three of them were younger. Which is bizarre because I've always been mature for my age. The BF is my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend who has been older than me. and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;8 Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;YES, I love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Have you ever sang to someone personally?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but only after drinking too much. I have a terrible singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN WHEN’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 When was your last shower?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 When did you last see your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When was your last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;Last May. Wow, I just realized that was 9 months ago. This is the longest I've gone without seeing my Dad in my entire life. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 When did you last dress up?&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend for Valentines Day/ BF's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 When did you last go to the movies and with who?&lt;br /&gt;He's Just Not That Into You. Last Sunday with the BF &amp;amp; our friend Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 When did you last listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;I have a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; friends. One lives in Orange County, one lives in Connecticut, one in Boston. I have some really good friends who live around here, but my oldest and best live away... it's sort of sad. The BF is probably my real best friend these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;Century City Mall, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, besides at my place? At the BF's on wednesday night when we cooked dinner and watched Top Chef &amp;amp; Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Claremont Colleges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;On vacation with people I love. There is something so relaxing about being removed from your normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;In my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE DO'S/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Do they like you too?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. once in a while, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. Can I be the muffin girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;More than anything it excites me. I have so many things to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**FOUR WHY’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Why are you best friends with your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;We've shared so much together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Why did you start your blog?&lt;br /&gt;Partially as an outlet, it's really nice to have a place to just indulge yourself and share whatever you want.. and partly because I just loved reading other peoples blogs, and I didn't want to be a creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;My Mom always thought the name was "beautiful." She loved the name so much that she named all her rabbits or guinea pigs (she can't remember which) Laura when she was young. So I guess I'm named after rodents. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**THREE IF’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 If you could have one superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To instantly transport myself places. I would never have to sit in traffic, never be late, and could travel anywhere I wanted. I would also be able to instantly remove myself from awkward sittuations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. I don't think so. Oh wait yes. I would have gone abroad in college. That's my one single regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring one thing what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My BF, and my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**ONE WISH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My real long term wish is a secret. but for now, I wish to go on amazing trip with the BF this summer (either to Costa Rica or to Europe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I tag whoever wants to complete this fun meme. These are seriously good questions, got me thinking.. I'd love to read everyone elses answers (because I'm nosy like that).&lt;br /&gt;And have a fantastic weekend Lovelies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-4204325450689567531?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-haves-have-nots.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-1759530938052106327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T16:21:56.095-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><title>Art Tour</title><description>Since today is a 20something bloggers video day, with the theme of "something that I love," I am going to royally fail on two accounts. First, I haven't the slightest clue how to video blog. Sadly my computer is far smarter than I am, and while I do have a built in little camera, and have mastered video chatting &amp;amp; photobooth-ing, i have no idea how to make an actual video of myself. (Perhaps this is for the best?)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am totally stealing the idea for this post from one of my favorite bloggers; EP over at &lt;a href="http://stylishhandwriting.com/"&gt;Stylish Handwritin&lt;/a&gt;g gave a &lt;a href="http://stylishhandwriting.com/?p=310"&gt;video blog about the art in her house&lt;/a&gt; (which is obviously way cooler because she's a professional &amp;amp; all) so here is my lame attempt to show you something I love, a photo tour of some of my favorite pieces of art in mi casa (not only am I run on sentence queen, I am apparenly now bi-lingual.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUvchoQI/AAAAAAAAAec/2NXNakgTOLo/s1600-h/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUvchoQI/AAAAAAAAAec/2NXNakgTOLo/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290739329540354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite paintings. It was done by my Mother (who happens to be an artist), and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygT3IazHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/M9__7OWVMeA/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygT3IazHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/M9__7OWVMeA/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290724212821106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one done by my Mom (purple is my favorite color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhrCuMuNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X7KRRiXab6w/s1600-h/IMG_2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhrCuMuNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X7KRRiXab6w/s320/IMG_2771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292221972691154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hand made sign I found at a street fair in Seattle. I fell inlove with it, bought it, and then had to figure out how to bring it on the plane home. (It means "I love you" in French.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhq0MVRLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Mrhg8UeTImI/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhq0MVRLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Mrhg8UeTImI/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292218072548530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a horrible job on my part.. It's one of a series of 3 photographs I have of Italy, that have been hand tinted.. It's actually really pretty in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqas0mJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mUtCRsh5cKE/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqas0mJI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mUtCRsh5cKE/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292211229497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents brougth this back from Greece. I loved the colors and "adopted" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqEQ6MDI/AAAAAAAAAes/G5U-vJEmNMk/s1600-h/IMG_2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqEQ6MDI/AAAAAAAAAes/G5U-vJEmNMk/s320/IMG_2760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292205206843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually in my bathroom. It doesn't have any windows, so this is my fake window view.. classy, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygVMyGZ9I/AAAAAAAAAek/PH39kKIh7Is/s1600-h/IMG_2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygVMyGZ9I/AAAAAAAAAek/PH39kKIh7Is/s320/IMG_2759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290747204659154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this from a San Francisco art show/ street fair. It was cheap (maybe $15), but I thought it was adorable, and it reminds me of how much I love San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUb9TQNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/F4zQ9-4dve8/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUb9TQNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/F4zQ9-4dve8/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290734098301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom painted this for me from a photograph I took in Nantucket. (I love lighthouses &amp;amp; Nantucket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUMMQI1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/QaiSVgWWB_A/s1600-h/IMG_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUMMQI1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/QaiSVgWWB_A/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290729866044242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://www.jacquelynfox.com/"&gt;Jacquelyn Fox  &lt;/a&gt;(my mother) creation..  Click on her name if you want to check out her super cute website! (btw we have differnt last names, in case you were wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqviMOTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fv1j_t7PoZg/s1600-h/IMG_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZyhqviMOTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fv1j_t7PoZg/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304292216822053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; art... but its filled with things I love. Photos  of friends, family,cards, &amp;amp; concert tickets... the flowers in the bottom right corner are from V-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it my lovelies... a tour of some of my favorite art (inside my house).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-1759530938052106327?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-tour.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZygUvchoQI/AAAAAAAAAec/2NXNakgTOLo/s72-c/IMG_2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-948233724845656798</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T06:59:03.054-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><title>A Great Weekend</title><description>The much anticipated Valentines/ BF's birthday weekend certainly did not disappoint. In fact it exceeded my expectations in every fantastically fun way. So much so that I was incapable of doing anything yesterday but recovering (basically I was just ridiculously lazy and didn't leave the house all day.)&lt;br /&gt;Since the BF's birthday is actually on Valentines Day, we decided to celebrate our V-day friday night. We went for an incredible dinner at Darren's, a delicious new restaurant in Manhattan Beach that we had been dying to try. I had scallops with saffron &amp;amp; apple risotto (yum) &amp;amp; the boy had lobster... we split a kobe beef appetizer, and drank a bottle of 1984 cabernet (his birth year!), which was a gift from my parents. This picture is ridiculously awkward. We had already finished dinner and were about to leave but I wanted a picture of us at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206641&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 172px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206640_8991.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner some of his friends met up with us and we all went out to a local bar to have a few more drinks before his actual birthday at midnight..&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty chaotic. The BF's family wanted to spend some time with us (him) on his birthday, so we drove down to his Grandfather's house (about an hour away) for some homemade pizza (I helped his mom make it!), presents, &amp;amp; cake. This of course took twice as long as we had planned, and from there we went back to the BF's house to get ready (in about 3 minutes), and then to our friends house for drinks &amp;amp; cupcakes before karaeoke.&lt;br /&gt;Our fabulous friend Julia made the most  hilarious cupcakes (with all of our faces and inside jokes on them) &amp;amp; the cutest gift ever (phimo clay magnets of ourselves, and the word "babe" because we jokingly always call each other "babe" because we think its hilarious, and they always make fun of us...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206579&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206578_3455.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206579&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206580_4072.jpg" style="width: 277px; height: 209px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206579&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206579_3794.jpg" style="width: 312px; height: 235px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206579&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206582_4656.jpg" style="width: 305px; height: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so thoughtful &amp;amp; creative! Thanks Julia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We then went on to the Brass Monkey, which was asbolutely packed (on Valentines Day!), and proceeded to embarass ourself with lots of karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=33206595&amp;amp;id=13301907" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/211/1/13301907/n13301907_33206607_2930.jpg" style="width: 249px; height: 178px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. The BF had an absolute blast, and kept thanking me for organizing everything for him (so sweet!)... and although we woke up Sunday morning on a deflated air mattress (apparently there was a hole), in our friend's living room , feeling like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; ... We proceeded to drive to China town, stuff ourselves with Dim Sum (chinese dumplings) and then see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure I'm the luckiest girl in the entire world because I was able to talk my very hung over boyfriend &amp;amp; his best friend into seeing the biggest chick flick of all time with me. Amazignly we all loved it, and declared it a great hang over cure. (Further proving my theory that guys actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;enjoy chick flicks.)&lt;br /&gt;After all that we went back to his placed and passed out by 9pm to the sound of the rain...  it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-948233724845656798?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-recap.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-1938684689577802382</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-13T14:02:06.021-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><title>The Bag Game</title><description>Well the much anticipated weekend is almost here, and our super duper Southern California weather has turned to rain... great.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough to find the perfect outfit, but throw weather into the mix and I'm officially stumped. I have no clue what I'm going to wear for our V-day dinner tonight or the BF's birthday party tomorrow? A parka?  I'm not accustomed to the whole stay warm &amp;amp; dry mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely &lt;a href="http://doyouhavetolikecoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; tagged me in "The Bag Game." And being a bag lover, how could I not play?&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules so you can play too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I want to know how much it cost:) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tag some chicks. And link back to this post so people know why the heck you’re showing everyone your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjs9MMOoI/AAAAAAAAAds/zkvNhCOGiOg/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjs9MMOoI/AAAAAAAAAds/zkvNhCOGiOg/s320/IMG_2615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302394497778072194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Story: This is my go to, almost every single day, bag... It's Bottega Veneta, and I've had it for a couple of years. I love the woven two shades of brown, and the super soft leather... I also love that the inside lining is turqouise suede. It holds a ton, but is light weight, and not super bulky. It's basically the perfect bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjtEQ3KEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FWW-y9Fy9Z8/s1600-h/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjtEQ3KEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/FWW-y9Fy9Z8/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302394499676710978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A peak inside... the color is much better/ more torqouise-y in real life.)&lt;br /&gt;And now the contents of my bag spilled out on the floor... (I threw away a couple old reciepts which, I promise you were not very interesting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjtaXmkUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xAzbNZLnTB4/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjtaXmkUI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xAzbNZLnTB4/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302394505610563906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorta Clockwise from the top:&lt;br /&gt;Wallet, mini-Luna bar (for when I need a little snack), raspberry mint Orbit gum, make- up (guerlain bronzer compact, bobbi brown concealer, burt's bees chapstick. Smith's Minted Rose lip balm &amp;amp; Lip Fusion gloss in "glow"), hair clips/ hair tie, Purrell hand sanitzer, my keys (with my gym swipe-y card on there), Blackberry aka crackberry (with finger prints on the screen. gross), moleskine notbook, pen, kate spade planner... there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to tag...&lt;br /&gt;Sarah at &lt;a href="http://sarahbelledotcom.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sarahbelledotcom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin at &lt;a href="http://stylishhandwriting.com/"&gt;Stylish Handwriting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber at &lt;a href="http://amric1409-lifeasiknowit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber Alert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lensimpressions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lens Impressions by bFlat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Valentines Day everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-1938684689577802382?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/bag-game.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_o2Sj0G3e0/SZXjs9MMOoI/AAAAAAAAAds/zkvNhCOGiOg/s72-c/IMG_2615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-3224374152593022566</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T19:12:53.023-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>favorite things</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>goals</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grad school</category><title>Accomplishing Something</title><description>I officially submitted my grad school application today. It feels good to complete something so long in the making.&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about graduate school a few years ago. I knew as a psychology major, graduate school was probably in the cards for me at some point. Senior year came and I just could not bring myself to apply. I felt so naive about the "real world" that I wanted to just soak up some experiences before jumping into another academic pursuit. Despite everything this past year, the job from hell and an incredibly stressful 8 months, I'm so glad I took this time. I have always been on the type-A track. I graduated from high school at 17, finished college in four years, and forged ahead, full force to adulthood. It never occurred to me to do it any other way. I wanted to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;there &lt;/span&gt;as quickly as possible. Wherever there is. And the sad (funny? crazy?) thing is, I still feel this way. More than ever. I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; already. I am enjoying the process. I am so grateful for everything I have learned this year. The amount I have changed and grown since last May sort of blows my mind. For the first time in my life I feel like an adult (sort of.) And you know what? I kind of love it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help that I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; almost as much as I love the idea of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there. &lt;/span&gt;I love knowing that I am back on track, going in the right direction. (The whole maybe I want to work in advertising blip is thankfully over.) I love that soon (next fall) I will be working towards my future. (Fingers crossed that I get accepted.) I love that I have had this time (for the first time in my life) to figure out exactly what I want. The kind of life I want to lead. Who I want to be. I love that I know how I want my future to look. And who I want to be with (swoon). The days of dreaming (maybe one day I'll be super rich) are over, and have been replaced with realistic plans, which I like even better. Some day we'll get married. I'll have a job where I actually help people. That I find ridiculously interesting and rewarding. We'll buy a house. And plan vacations. And have lots of little munchkins. And I love that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood today. I feel good about myself. I feel that in my heart of hearts I'm doing the right thing. And that's a refreshing feeling, one that I didn't feel for a while... and last night was lovely. (BF and I had dinner with my parents &lt;a href="http://www.wolfgangpuck.com/restaurants/finedining/chinois/main/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate his birthday. The food was OMG delicious, and we all had a really fun time.) I made a huge pot of french onion soup today, and it's delicious and I reek of onions. and that's kind of gross. And tonight I'm going to watch The Bachelor which I tivo'd and have been dying to see since Monday.. and yeah, life is good.  Can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;In the interest of goodness, I've been wanting to start posting some of my favorite things. Just because I love it when other bloggers do it, and I'm a huge copy cat...&lt;br /&gt;So without further adieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely random) &lt;/span&gt;Things I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not live without (first I wrote things I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can not&lt;/span&gt; live without, but that seemed a little high maintenance, and actually a lie, because i technically could live without them, I just don't want to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Muji Pens. OMG. I love these pens so much. I first found these in Tokyo when I was there a couple years ago. I bought about a billion (true story). I was extremely happy to discover a few months later that a Muji store was opening up in New York. While I don't live anywhere near NYC, I have friends who live there who now bring me Muji pens because they know how much I love them. (I have also turned a few of my pen loving friends on to these spectacular treasures. Seriously, they are the best. I've tried everythingggg.) My favorite are the push top .5mm in all the beautious colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 357px;" alt="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/8/6452429_6da7bbaa46.jpg?v=0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/8/6452429_6da7bbaa46.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lotion, creams, moisturizers. My skin is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dry.&lt;/span&gt; Think Sahara deser (or Palm Springs for us LA folk). I've been using eye cream since I was 18, not because I'm afraid of wrinkles (because I don't think eye cream really helps all that much with wrinkles anyway) but just because the skin around my eyes burns, it gets soooo dry. (tmi?)&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite loition-y substances for the moment (in order by eyes, face, hands &amp;amp; body):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a248.g.akamai.net/7/248/8278/20050824212156/www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P116602/P116602_hero.jpg" alt="Under Eye Rescue" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/300_2.jpg" src="http://www.teenstylelounge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/300_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px; height: 297px;" alt="http://rarebirdfinds.typepad.com/rare_bird_finds/images/2008/05/28/handcream1.jpg" src="http://rarebirdfinds.typepad.com/rare_bird_finds/images/2008/05/28/handcream1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 209px; height: 177px;" alt="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/7b/f8/93/45134011-177x150-0-0.jpg" src="http://di1.shopping.com/images/pi/7b/f8/93/45134011-177x150-0-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Philips Sonicare Elite Toothbrush. I don' feel clean unless I have brushed with my sonicare. It's the best toothbrush ever. Take it from a girl who really values oral hygiene. (hygiene is a gross word though.) I want to upgrade to the new sonicare that comes with a magical bacteria killing machine soon, because that is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 228px;" alt="http://www.itsmeowornever.org/auction/auction_photos/sonicare-7300.jpg" src="http://www.itsmeowornever.org/auction/auction_photos/sonicare-7300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Calendars. Planners. Well, actually I love all list making/ organizational devices. I do not discriminate. I love my moleskine for random thoughts, but I especially love my Kate Spade Planner. It's the perfect size and the inserts are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showZoom();"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ksp.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pKSLCI1-4742362reg.jpg" border="0" height="220" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ok this next one I actually could not live without. No exaggeration. My MacBook Pro is the love of my life. The Boyfriend is a close second, but this baby has my heart... forever. &lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 294px;" alt="http://technotricks.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/apple-macbook-pro.jpg" src="http://technotricks.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/apple-macbook-pro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I still have not gone to the gym yet this week. Don't judge me. I'm going tomorrow. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-3224374152593022566?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/accomplishing-something.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049670684141234559.post-1796823983375519651</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T12:52:58.761-08:00</atom:updated><title>Procrastination</title><description>I really need to finish this grad school application today. I have been "working" on it for the past month. Which means I have gotten 3 letters of recommendations from former professors (a fairly difficult task since I am no longer in school), my official college transcript, and have gone to the information session (&amp;amp; met with a professor)... Other than that... NADA&lt;br /&gt;It's not that its difficult per se, its just that, well, when it comes to writing my personal statement I have no idea what to say... I can talk about myself to no end, and blog till the cows come home, but when its time to sit down and actually write it... zip. completely blank.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is what I want to do. I know that I am prepared for it. I have experience and the perfect educational background for it... and yet.... how do I put that in writing???&lt;br /&gt;I'm just procrastinating now. I need to go grocery shopping and do laundry... and I think that tomorrow I'm starting work at my Step Brother's law firm for the next week or so... So this really needs to get sent out today.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me??????&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't know what to wear out to dinner tonight. Or for our Valentines Day dinner on Friday night. Or for the BF's bday party on Saturday. Oh, and I need to send out a facebook invite to all our friends for his party... ok, enough procrastination. It's game time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049670684141234559-1796823983375519651?l=laddah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laddah.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination.html</link><author>LCtweets@gmail.com (La Di Dah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>