"My first love wore glasses. Some women get self-conscious about them, worrying about how they look. But not only do they make you look smarter, but they make you unique."
Then he said he was heading to one store in particular - back in the direction he came from - and beckoned me to follow him. Since I was walking in the same direction, I humored him.
He continued, "There was a Seinfield episode where the Oh Henry! candy bar heiress wore a brassiere as a top."
And here's the kicker. He finished by saying, "You in that top with those glasses would blow everybody out of the water."
Oh my god, I could not stop laughing.
All right, back to baking.
- Change is not so scary.
- There is no point in being mean or spiteful.
- Maintain healthy friendships and move on from ones that aren't.
- Stop worrying so much.
- Don't be afraid to break up with someone.
- Life is about choices - don't be afraid to choose.
- Wear sunscreen.
- One person cannot be everything for you.
- Life isn't a race; don't rush through it.
- Let people help you.
- Smile at everyone.
- Be nice.
- Volunteer. . You'll wind up serving yourself by learning about yourself.
- Save your money.
- Be selective about who you trust.
- No one is making fun of you in their mind as much as you think they are.
- Eat well.
- You will survive embarrassing moments.
- Laugh at yourself.
- Everyone's worst is the worst; they don't know anything different. Don't compare.
- Take time for you.
- Take pictures.
- Eat dessert. (ETA: Dessert arrived as we wrote this. Truly inspired!)
- Let yourself be loved.
by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
( More pictures and geekiness.Collapse )
He said this is a congratulations on my graduation gift and also an apology for not being able to come to my ceremonies. I think I said something like, "Pshaw!" No need to be sorry. However, the flowers are absolutely amazing and I am very giddy.
"But at least you recognize it for what it is," [she] says seriously. "Doesn't that make you automatically different? Better?"
"Different, perhaps. Better? no. I would only be better if I stopped doing it. It's like that old saying: three frogs were sitting on a log and two decided to jump off, so how many were left on the log?"
"One?" [she] suggests.
"Nope. Three. That's the point. They only decided to jump off, they didn't actually do anything about it. It's not what you think about that matters in life, it's what you actually do about it."
-Jane Green's Life Swap
The whole frog thing made me laugh, but it's a good point. One I should try to apply in my own life.
Jeez, I've been reading Jane Green since Jemima J, before I even knew the term chick lit. Although I skipped the one about the heinous mother-in-law.
How bad is it that I like orange and pink together?
Let's say our first female president is married. What will her husband be referred to as?
Okay, so I was kind of lacking in the creativity for question #2. Here is your opportunity to come up with your own term for the husband of our lady president.
This weather makes me want to curl up in bed with a good book.
Sat Mar 26, 8:39 PM ET
By Abigail Van Buren
DEAR ABBY: I love the occasional "how we met" stories in your column, and would like to share mine. "Blake" lived in the apartment below me during college. His roommates and mine would often get together casually. One night, after work, Blake announced that he had to pick up his sister from the airport. "Would anyone like to ride along and keep me awake?" he asked.
I had nothing better to do, so I volunteered. During the drive, Blake pulled out a two-carat diamond ring and said, "I know I don't know you very well, but ..." He was grinning from ear to ear, and I was hugging the door handle wondering, "Is this guy for real?" When he saw my reaction, he started laughing and apologized. The ring belonged to his sister. She was returning from her honeymoon and had asked him to keep it so it wouldn't be lost.
I'm quick-witted, so I got back at him when we reached the airport. I went first through the security checkpoint. (Those were the days when you could wait at the gate for your passenger to get off the plane.) When Blake passed through the metal detector, of course it "beeped" and he had to empty his pockets. As soon as he put the ring box on the tray, I started jumping up and down, saying loudly, "Oh, honey. Yes! Yes!" Then I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a huge hug. People around us began clapping and Blake was so embarrassed! Twenty minutes later people were still pointing and whispering about the guy who had just proposed.
From that night on, we knew we'd end up together. We're two practical jokers who still make each other laugh after 12 years and four children. -- KATE IN IDAHO FALLS
DEAR KATE: I'm not surprised. A sense of humor can make even the most trying times easier to bear. I'm pleased your romance is still in the clouds so many years after it took off at the airport. May it ever be thus.