Posts Tagged ‘it’s all about the little things’

I predicted that 2012 would be a very good year, but it wasn’t a hard prediction to make. There was a lot to be excited about.

Graduation, marrying the love of my life, and a Hawaiian honeymoon, to name a few things.


Wedding - afterparty


But this past year was also about more than the big things.

It was about battling old demons, learning new things, pushing myself, embracing the ugly, and starting new traditions. Plus a million other little things in between.

What I said for 2011 holds true, too, for 2012: this year has once again exceeded my expectations.

(Minus my Philly teams imploding, of course. Though, one could argue that I should have expected that, too.)

Regardless, 2012 was fantastic, but I know that 2013 will offer up its own adventures.

And I can’t wait to embrace them.



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This post is a few days late, but I’ve been away. So better late than never.

This past Thursday evening I was one of many many people lined up for the midnight viewing of the final Harry Potter movie.

Go ahead, judge away. I don’t mind.

I have been waiting for this movie since I read the book – even more so since I saw the first part back in November. And along with a sense of closure and some sadness, seeing this movie also inspired a few other observations.

1) I didn’t want to mock the costumes as much as I thought I would. Sure, one Hedwig looked better than another. And the fact that we couldn’t tell if one girl was in costume or not was unfortunate. But overall, the looks (and tag lines) were creative. (I’m looking at you, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one.“)

2) Harry Potter fans are a mostly peaceful bunch. For instance, when we lost sound part way through the movie during a key scene, there weren’t all-out riots.  There was some yelling, to be sure, but most people calmly stepped outside and reported the problem. Which is probably why management met us at the door after the movie with free tickets to another showing.

3) I probably shouldn’t be allowed to go to midnight premieres anymore, considering the last time I did the movie also malfunctioned. (It was also Harry Potter – the 5th one.)

4) Harry Potter fans are friendly. One girl brought glowstick wands for everyone in the theater. Granted, she also passed out flyers for her organization with them, but in the end we still got glowsticks.

5) No matter how much they changed the story in the movie version (and they did), I still got chills and tears at all the right moments. And I left the theater wanting to both reread the books and do series re-watch.

I don’t know if I’d say that this video is completely accurate, but it’s about as accurate as the movie was.

I can’t wait to see the Hallows again. This time with full sound.

If you saw it – what did you think?

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I was inspired last week after reading this post and realized that I, too, wanted to get back in touch with my inner eight-year-old.

I also realized that it’s probably not too hard.

1) Next time it rains (warm rain, of course), go outside. Splash in the puddles. Take a friend and see who can make the bigger splash. But mostly just revel in the storm.

2) On a non-rainy night go to a park and catch lightning bugs. You don’t have to put them in a jar or anything, but the simple act of chasing and catching is enough to transport you back.

3) Find a hammock. Lie in it. Don’t get up until you absolutely have to. Invite people to join you, if you feel so inclined. (Okay – this one may be harder in a city. Maybe see if there’s a tester at Target?)

4) Run through sprinklers. On a walk to Union Station from the ballpark recently we passed an entire lawn full, and I was sorely tempted. I was, however, being too much of a grownup.

5) Do arts & crafts. For no better reason than spending time with your friends. (I’d add the free food and drink, but that’s not really child-friendly.)

6) Ride bikes. Race a friend or go on an adventure. But while you’re riding, remember how cool your bike used to look with its streamers and spoke decorations.

7) Have bubble blowing contests and see who can make it the biggest – and who ends up with gum on their face. Added bonus: if you can track down Bazooka Joe bubble gum, you get a little comic with your treat.

8 ) For that matter, play with actual soap bubbles. Do it in the park or, at the very least, in the sink while you’re washing dishes. Trust me – it makes that chore more fun.

I’m sure I’m missing things, but maybe I’ll be re-inspired after volunteering with kids tonight.

They always have the best ideas.

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There are certain skills that many women (and I’m sure men, too) have, that I often feel as though I’m lacking.

It’s really the little things. Like:

  • wearing pantyhose without squirming
  • commuting in heels instead of keeping them under your desk at the office
  • ironing out all the wrinkles (not just the easy ones)
  • caring enough to blow dry your hair (maybe the caring isn’t a skill, but the blow drying is)
  • painting your own nails
  • putting on makeup (and taking it off)

And you see, it’s this last one that I’ve been having the most trouble with recently. I’ve pretty much given up on the rest of the list (I might blow dry if I’m feeling extra ambitious), but the makeup issue remains.

I’m not one to wear a lot of it. In fact, I’m not one to wear any, unless it’s a special occasion. And while most mothers seem to think that their daughters wear too much makeup, and so would be pleased at my minimalism, mine has been begging me wear more. (In a nice way, Mama, I know.) She’s been subtly and not-so-subtly hinting at it for years, but after this most recent wedding, when I had my makeup professionally done, it came up again.

I asked her what she thought about it, and took her silence to mean she didn’t like it. “No,” she told me, “I just wish you did it more often! It makes your eyes pop!

So, even though the wedding was weeks ago, I finally took her advice. It seems ridiculous to say, but at the ripe old age of 25, I’ve finally started wearing mascara and eye liner on a regular basis – as in every day this week.

This is groundbreaking stuff, I know.

And she’s right. My eyes do pop. I actually feel just a teensy bit more confident when I leave the apartment in the morning. It’s the same kind of confidence as when I manage to walk a block in my heels without tripping.

The thing is, now that I’ve got the makeup on, I can’t take it off! Apparently straight soap and water are no match for MAC, Maybelline, and Ulta. Who knew?

So I basically end up scrubbing, still waking up with raccoon eyes, and just reapplying on top of the leftovers. I realize this is not a good thing, but I can only grow up one step at a time.

Last time I was home, Mama did my makeup for me. Maybe this weekend, she can teach me how to take it off without ripping out my eyelashes.

Though, if any of you have any tricks or favorite removal products, I’ll gladly take your input.

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Let me clarify. I’m not in any way bashing the new-ish Columbia Heights bar. I actually love it. This was my second weekend in a row at the place, and I’ll definitely be going back.

The first floor, even though there is a bar, has more of a restaurant feel to it. When we first walked in, we were a little skeptical as to the set up, as it didn’t seem very conducive to just hanging out for a few drinks. And then we went downstairs.

Do you remember that kid from high school who had the awesome basement? He had a pool table, probably one other game like darts, or air hockey if you were really lucky, maybe ping pong, and just a lot of open space for people to hang out and talk and play and drink?

Well, Meridian Pint is like that, but with much better beer.

The downstairs has pool and shuffleboard and multiple TVs. There’s room to sit and room to stand, and you never really feel like you’re overcrowded, though you know that the place is packed. And the beer selection is so diverse that you’d feel like you were missing out if you had the same thing twice. Not to mention that there are actually taps at some of the tables. If for nothing else, I’ll be going back to try that.

And with all of this praise, it may seem odd that I said that the best part was leaving, but let me explain: Meridian Pint hires pedicabs.

Not us, but you get the idea.

Apparently, on Saturday nights (I don’t know if it’s all weekend or not – or how long they’re doing it for), the bar hires to pedicabs to be on standby to take people home. If you decide to hop a ride, you’re only responsible for the tip. I know it sounds like there’s a catch, but we couldn’t find one.

Our group was eight, so we split four and four in the two pedicabs (though, I think they were made for a max of three each). And that would have been fun enough, because 1) it’s free, 2) it’s like riding your bike, without any of the work, and 3) it was too nice a night to be stuck in a cab.

But our pedicab drivers made it even better, because they indulged the drunks they were transporting (i.e. us) and actually raced the entire way to Adams Morgan.

I have to be honest, there was a little part of me that felt like I was in a chariot.

Regardless, the trip from Meridian Pint to Adams Morgan, by way of pedicab, was one of the most enjoyable rides I’ve had in DC. I would almost venture that Meridian Pint is worth a visit for that alone, but the overall atmosphere really does stand on its own.

So if you do go on a Saturday, and decide to try the pedicab, see if you can ask for Bryan. Because I don’t care what the other group says – we totally won that pedicab race.

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I told you yesterday that I was stressed. And that the photos of the Peeps Show winners and finalists (even last year’s) were a welcome distraction. But even more than that, I was looking forward to my running/Lost date with the boyfriend all day. So when I finally boarded the bus home, I just wanted to get going.

And I couldn’t understand why our driver was getting off the bus, after letting passengers on.

But then I saw. He actually got off the bus to help a blind man who was standing at the stop. And not just onto our bus. He walked the man to the bus he needed, helped him board, and then resumed his driving responsibilities. You could hear the murmur of approval as everyone on the bus realized why we’d waited through a couple traffic light cycles.

That might have been my first time ever on public transportation where not a single passenger was angry about the delay.

And I wonder how many of us paid it forward.

Have you seen any random acts of kindness recently? And, if so, have they brightened your day at all?

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It’s just been one of those stressful mornings. There were projects to do as soon as I walked into the office, and I’ve been stressing about a looming decision I have to make concerning grad school (a good problem, but stressful, nonetheless). So, when my boyfriend asked me this morning if I’d seen the Peeps Show winners yet, my first thought was, I didn’t even know they were up! Followed quickly by, but I don’t have the time!

But I took the time. Because sometimes you just need to remember to breathe and to appreciate creativity and imagination. It might not help me get my project done any faster, or make my decision any easier, but it will put me in a better mood as I work and contemplate. And that’s a start.

Ed. note: As pointed out, my stress level is showing. Apparently I can’t distinguish between 2009 and 2010 anymore. So, the following photos are actually from last year. A day late and a dollar short – story of my life. (But the old ones are now followed by this year’s winner and finalists. I’m pretty sure. Just scroll all the way down.)

So, in case you haven’t seen them yet either, here’s the winner last year’s winner:

NightPeeps by Melissa Harvey, Arlington

Followed by a few of my favorite Peeps Shows this last year:

M.C. Escher's "RelativiPeep" by Mark Rivetti, Silver Spring

Charm City Roller Peeps vs. D.C. Roller Peeps by Hilary Christian, Baltimore

Sweet Revenge by Tim Reagan and Tessa Reagan of Silver Spring

Of course, now I’m craving marshmallow, but I’ll survive.

And now, the real winners and favorites from this year. I think. Maybe. I hope.


EEP by Michael Chirlin and Veronica Ettle of Arlington

And a couple other favorites:

Peepocalypse 2010: Dupont Circle Snowball Fight, by Dennis Chong of the District and Carolyn Prince Racich of McLean

Super Peepio Brothers, by Mark Rivetti of Silver Spring

So there you go. Did I get the year right this time?

I need a nap.

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