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2016: Rise Up

 Lin Manuel Miranda and Leslie Odom Jr. in Cosmopolitan Magazine

Lin Manuel Miranda and Leslie Odom Jr. in Cosmopolitan Magazine

So hey interwebs?! Long time no see! I mean I see you everyday (far too much cause I'm an addict) but I've been lurking online and werking offline and anyways for a long time I just didn't have anything to say. But like A. HAM I need to let heartfelt posts about natural disasters be the beginning of the story not the end, right? So yeah. Here we go:

2015 was a pretty insane year. I worked hard and played hard and cried a lot. I learned to butterfly and run and did this discipleship program at church that grabbed me by the collar and shook me around like a puppy. I started stepping out in a big way. I read a crap ton of books.  It was the year of Hamilton and Star Wars and all sorts of stuff that I can barely remember anymore. It brought the first chapter of my career to a close and opened up dreams I never previously considered. It was a lot of sad goodbyes and exciting new beginnings. It was ALL THE THINGS and now it's over.

2016 is gonna be a big year for me. I'm starting off with my first ever sabbatical, ridding my house of objects that do not "spark joy" and battening down the hatches as I work on building an Empire. It's all very exciting and scary and awesome and also means I don't have time for New Years resolutions like "flossing" and "being a better person" and all that. And to be honest, I'm neurotically goal oriented and my FitBit already controls my life so I need resolutions of the chill out variety. Thus dear interwebs I present to you the 2016 Resolutions. Feel free to hold me accountable.

Your obedient servant, M.L.E.

1. Attend/host an emotastic Phantom of the Opera (The movie because.... MY GOD PATRICK WILSON!) sing-along. Eyeliner mandatory. Bonus points if you wear something that seems like it was purchased at Hot Topic.

2. Do proper vocal warm ups every day so that you can nail Christine's high note in aforementioned sing along. I solemnly swear that after 3 semesters of voice class I'm *almost there.

3. Buy some pajamas that "spark joy". (I'm eyeing some of the Star Wars variety but I'm not gonna be uptight about it cause I'm so chill)

4. Get a bunting for my mantel that says "Turn down for what?!" because I just recently saw the music video (I know. I know!) and it made my life.

5. Start wearing lipstick and getting manicures on the reg because it brings me pozzie vibes.

Posted on January 4, 2016 and filed under Nothing to Do with Anything.

2000-late

Last week Arnold and I joined the year 2007 and got our first iPhones. Obviously we only now only communicate via Siri now which means I spend my whole day getting texts that say things like "I'm coming hope to eat some mitzi-trufuletta". Excellent. Mitzi-trufuletta sounds great to me.

In addition to exploring the wonder that is texting ( we didn't have a text plan before!) I also got to join Instagram! Like the rest of the world I am now taking pictures of every mundane part of my day, adding a filter and calling it art. If you don't mind following somebody who adds and deletes photos at a drunken pace please friend/follow/join me on instagram. My user name is NotoriousMLE!

Posted on March 14, 2012 and filed under Nothing to Do with Anything.

Grumpalumpagus and a Giveaway

There are people in the world who like to volunteer. They cheerfully and willingly give up their time to good causes. I am not one of those people. Ocasionally though I get confused and sign up to help out with something. When the day comes to fulfill  the commitment I always regret having signed up. Always. It was in this begrudging spirit that I went to sell Christmas cards at my church gift fair yesterday. I was dreading it. You would think that selling cards for a company that employs young people orphaned in the Rwandan genocide and former-prostitutes who've escaped the trade would motivate me to show up bright-eyed and bushy tailed. It didn't. I rolled in late, disheveled and rebellious.

Luckily there's nothing though like 5 hours of talking up a program that gives people who've suffered immeasurable injustice the chance for decent living wages to turn your ridiculous heart around. Even a grumpalumpagus like me was swayed. By the end of the first hour I was heartened by how excited everybody was about the greeting cards. Little old ladies who watch their pennies religiously were excitedly planning who they would gift with their "special cards" and people I've seen every week at church but never talked to were throwing in extra donations to the cause.

And then they fed me lunch! A special "volunteers only" lunch served in the "serenity lounge" (Catholic school teachers breakroom). It was three different kinds of soup and homemade cornbread lovingly made by scratch by a retired chef from the congregation. By the end of the day my heart was filled with love and my belly was topped off with soup.

So I guess that's why people like volunteering?

Still high off my foray into the world of "stuff good people do" I'd like to give away a pack of these super-awesome handmade greeting cards. Here's the deal. Check out the company here and then leave a comment on this post telling me what you like about volunteering. I'll anounce the winner the week after Thasnkgving.

Posted on November 20, 2011 and filed under Nothing to Do with Anything.

Thirty-Two

My birthday was last week and my new age is only remarkable in that I am now the same age as my good imaginary friend Bridget Jones. Like her, I am still giggling like a schoolgirl with my girlfriends, falling off of gym equipment, eating too much dessert and in search of my "inner poise". Quite frankly, it is impossible for me to imagine myself any other way.

Posted on September 21, 2011 and filed under Nothing to Do with Anything.