Monday, July 27, 2009

Doggy heaven

I hope there is a doggy heaven because no dog is more deserving than Zoe. Our little fatty was part of the family, and we will miss her every day.



I like to imagine her still enjoying her lazy mornings, sunbathing and showing off her big belly.


And when she's not lounging around, she's feasting on peanut butter, ice cream and of course edamame.


Her afternoons are spent running around with her silly dog (and maybe even sheep) friends.


Here, every day is Christmas, and she has endless presents to tear open, all of them squishy and squeaky (her favorite).


Her evenings are spent curled up by the fireplace watching movies (although sometimes she forgets that the TV isn't real).


She's able to relax in peace, since there are no thunderstorms, golfers or wii.


And of course she has a warm, cozy bed where she can snuggle.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Plan to be surprised

I hate expectations. I don't like having them or feeling like I need to fulfill them.

More often than not, I think that having expectations sets you up for disappointment. It's too easy to set unrealistic goals, especially when you really, really want something.

But what's even worse is trying to meet someone else's expectations. Sometimes it's just so much more fun to do the very opposite of what people expect of you.

I'm not advocating that people expect the worst. In fact, I think that's a terrible idea. I like to hope for the best and expect the unexpected.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Best. Book. Ever.


Last week, I made a last-minute stop at the bookstore to pick up a David Sedaris book. But as I was walking down the aisles, one book immediately caught my eye. It was tucked away in the corner on the very last shelf -- The Opposite of Love. Intrigued, I turned to the first page:
“Last night, I dreamt that I chopped Andrew up into a hundred little pieces, like a Benihana chef, and ate them, one by one. He tasted like chicken. Afterward, I felt full, but slightly disappointed. I had been craving steak.”
After reading this perfect opening, I knew I'd be going home with two books.

I was barely halfway done with this book when I added it to my list of good reads. It was just that good. It's a story about beginnings, endings and re-beginnings. It's about losing everything and recreating yourself from the leftover scraps.

The main character (Emily) seemingly has everything -- a lucrative job at a prestigious law firm, an incredible boyfriend and a fancy, high-rise apartment in Manhattan. But she trades it all in on what seems like a whim, and then she is almost immediately consumed by feelings of regret. Although she wasn't ready to continue her life as it was before, she also wasn't prepared for the heartache and anger that accompanied her loss.

Had I read this book at a different point in my life, I don't think I would have like the main character. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would have found her to be annoying, frustrating and just plain stupid.

But I empathized with her and desperately wanted her to work for her happy ending. And I couldn't have asked for a more perfect ending. You must make this your next summer beach book.