My Life is Fantastic. Exhibit B.

What is the point of this story?

What information pertains?

The thought that life could be better

is woven indelibly

into our hearts and our brains.

Another wonderful day. Let's just say any day that ends with me lounging, sipping on a blue bombsicle, chatting with my San Diego Caitlin, and dipping TJ's tortilla chips in homemade mango salsa is a fantastic day.

Don't believe me? Check these photographs out!

YUM! Megan's Dad's Mango Salsa

Tahoe Caitlin and I made that delicious salsa as well as tasty tilapia tacos (the triple 't's) and tried a new cocktail -- the bombsicle. It was... is delicious. UV Blue, raspberry flavored vodka, and lemonade. Basically, it's Louie-Bloo Raspberry with benefits. Lots of benefits that lead to Tahoe Caitlin and me showing off our sweet dance moves to Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass Band on my new shag carpet. My new shag carpet...

It's like Astroturf! And that bright blue drink? Bomb-tastic. 

Tahoe Caitlin and I christened the carpet with a picnic. SWANKY. So swanky. Also, we checked out my books and albums... which is always fun. Flipped through my copy of Lawrence V's book (brilliant, totally brilliant) and listened to Paul Simon. My heart is warmed by the fact that I have friends who will listen to The Simon with me (hence the lyrics at the beginning of this post).

Blogging in style. Thanks for the tip, Kayla!

Tomorrow is going to be pretty low key (except for the sure to be amazing party!). It's weird that I'm sort of looking forward to a day of work. Well, and leftover mango salsa. :-) I have purpose! I also have textbooks to buy. Happy Friday! Or... Saturday morning!

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My Life is Fantastic. Exhibit A.

So today was absolutely wonderful for so many reasons. I got up bright and early, working in bed, then went off to a lab meeting that was fun (the first week of the quarter is always good, it's hopeful), then to lunch with my amazing peer mentee, Maricela. We talked pregnancy, labor, babies and academia whilst eating salmon with roasted veg and a crazy good browned butter sauce with walnuts and capers. Oh, my.

I arrived home to find my zipcard in my mailbox. Ye haw! After chatting with a friend for a while, I decided to rent a car for the day.

A Caitlin Mobile! AKA Scion xB (the car with the underbite).

And I found this out...

My phone can lock, unlock, and honk the car. Weird!

Anyway, all of this car renting was for one purpose.

Tiffany Bow Box.

Containing this...

Twist.

It's very intricate and feminine, but simple and classic, of course. So, naturally, I'm in love.

I also went to Target to pick up a birthday present from my mom -- a mini food processor. I'm making salsas! It's going to be my new hobby. Megan (if you read this), I'm making your dad's mango salsa as soon as... tomorrow. Yeah, I am so in the mood.

Happy Thursday!

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Another Sunny Day

Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden

You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon

I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border

It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set

Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met

You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral

And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football

We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all

I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines

Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Now everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive

We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight

We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula

We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill

That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still

There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling

Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye

I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear

You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain

You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The loving is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?

I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling

And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever

So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart

Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart.

So warm, so sad. And a pretty cool unofficial music video, eh?

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