My 2010 Movie List

In 2010, I saw 48 movies, which comes out to an average of 4 movies/month. Man I love the movies! I thought I would share the highlights - and lowlights - of my movie going year.

Read on for my top 5 favorite movies of 2010, my honorable mentions, and...the big stinkers of 2010. I'd love to hear your least/favorite movies of the year, or any year!

My Top 5 Overall Favorite Movies:

1.) Date Night – Starring Steve Carell, this movie already had a leg-up in my mind, as I adore him, and want to be friends. While The Office is one of my favorite shows, I like Carell even better when he plays the “everyman” in movies. He’s not the best looking guy around, or the most athletic, but he is the most believable, at least to me. (See: Dan In Real Life, Crazy Stupid Love). Couple him with his female counterpart Tina Fey, throw in Marky Mark’s abs, and you’ve got the perfect cast. Loved the light-hearted tone of this movie, and its brief runtime. My favorite scene: the book club, where Carrel is attempting to commiserate with a menstruating Middle Eastern teen as she plods through the desert in exile. Laughed so hard I snorted.

2.) The Fighter – While this stars the aforementioned Marky Mark and his abs, the absolute star of this movie was Christian Bale. His transformation into Dicky Ecklund’s strung-out, washed up boxer is mesmerizing. I honestly couldn’t quit watching him. I’ve always been a sucker for underdog movies, so that, combined with the “local boy makes good” storyline had me hooked. JBB and I saw The Fighter, Black Swan, and the King’s Speech all in one day – while I loved them all, The Fighter was my clear winner. Bonus points for Amy Adams as the spirited bartender who doesn’t take anyone’s crap – bar patrons, or Marky Mark’s. (And you KNOW those abs wouldn’t be easy to resist).

3.) Made in Dagenham – JBB and I went to this one when we were in the mood for a movie, and there just wasn’t much out to see. I love, love, love time period movies, and once I read the description, we were headed to the independent theater in no time to catch it. A true story, set in working-class, factory-town Dagenham, England in the 1960s, it follows Rita O’Grady (played by Sally Hawkins) as she, reluctantly at first, but then vehemently, becomes the spokeswoman for equal pay and rights for women at the Ford factory in Dagenham. Absolutely empowering; I think this should be mandatory viewing for all middle school girls.

4.) Winter’s Bone – The title couldn’t be more perfect for this movie. The gray, somber tones throughout the movie, and the dark, chilling images and dialogue actually made you feel cold girl tracking down her deadbeat dad so the bank doesn’t reclaim their home. The movie is set in the modern-day Ozarks, a place apparently riddled by poverty and drug abuse, in particular meth. I had a hard time watching this, as the whole time I kept thinking, “there are actually people who live like that; who have to grow up in that squalor.” Heartbreaking.

5.) Leap Year – The polar opposite of Winter’s Bone! A lighthearted chick flick, as a Bostonian “career girl” Amy Adams follows her fiancé to Ireland in the hopes to get him to finally propose, following Irish lore that Leap Day has more proposals than any other time of the year. Once in Ireland, many misunderstandings and silly adventures occur, and Amy’s character realizes her fiancé just might not by the “guy for her”. (Don’t worry, she finds her real true love by the end. And marries him on an Irish cliff. Sigh.)

Honorable Mention (or, next 5 favorites…)
1.) The Kids Are All Right
2.) Morning Glory
3.) Secretariat
4.) Easy A
5.) The King’s Speech



Worst 5 Movies (or, I’m really mad I paid $10 for this, but at least the snacks were good…)

1.) Just Wright - Really, this is my own fault for going to a movie about pro basketball and an athletic trainer, starring Queen Latifah and rapper Common. Shame on me.

2.) Eat, Pray, Love – I should have known when I couldn’t get through the book, that I wouldn’t like the movie. But it starred Julia Roberts! So, l rounded up 10 of my girlfriends, and then we all proceeded to half fall asleep, half talk through almost three hours of Julia Roberts eating and meditating. And this is from someone who loves to eat. The love part wasn’t nearly long enough.

3.) Sex and the City 2 – BOMB! As I like to do, I got uber excited, Fandango’d my tickets, and rounded up my book club to view it on opening night. Overly long, COMPLETELY out of touch with the present-day economy, and self-indulgent.

4.) Why Did I Get Married Too – Starring Janet Jackson. All I need to say.

5.) Remember Me – I really, really don’t know why I saw this. I think I probably didn’t know how to say no to a friend who invited me. Stars Robert Pattinson from Twilight, who I can’t stand because I think he looks dirty and in dire need of sunlight, a haircut, and a shower. So, him for two hours, plus gratuitous exploitation of 9/11 – a real stinker.

I've Been Everywhere Man...

Whew! If you were wondering why I haven't blogged (and I'm SURE you were) it's because I haven't been in one place long enough to pound one of these out!

The past 6 months have been a whirlwind of travel - in the words of Hank Snow, "I've been everywhere, man!" My pillow and I have traversed the globe, and while we have had a merry old time, we. are. tired.

Let's make like Carmen Sandiego and review where in the world I've been!

Last spring, I was lucky enough to take the trip of a lifetime with my sister and some of my best friends to Europe. It was my second time "across the pond", and this trip definitely left me wanting to see more! (It also left me wanting crushed ice. And American tasting pizza.).

Our original itinerary was to travel to Switzerland, Germany, and Italy. We ended up visiting Switzerland, Germany, and Austria. (Plus a bonus pit-stop in Luxembourg, which is about half the size of Indianapolis). I've got to say, while originally bummed about missing Italy, the time we spent in Austria more than made up for any disappointment. The country is truly beautiful.

The highlights of this trip are so many I can't possibly name (or remember!) them all, but I'll hit my favorites below:


1. Traveling through Bavaria, which is so impossibly quaint and picturesque that I felt like I was on a movie set...

2. Sharing the "penthouse" with Jen in our Swiss chalet nestled in the Alps. (Least favorite moment - hauling my suitcase up 4 flights of stairs. Then down one. Then back up. My arms still hurt).

3. Tracking down the German equivalent of chicken fingers and fries in an outdoor market in Munich - angels sang, I was so happy.

4. Learning the mysterious story of King Ludwig's death - and his borderline obsession with swans. Why no one has made a movie about this guy, I don't know! I picture Johnny Depp as Ludwig, and Jude Law as his "personal doctor". (Who coincidentally, was found dead with Ludwig floating in a pond....intriguing, no?)

5. Sitting outside at a cafe in Germany with Jen, Ali, and Susi and eating maybe the best meal I've ever had, while snuggled under the blankets they put on every chair. Why don't all outdoor restaurants do this?

6. Listening to live polka at THE Haufbrau Haus in Munich. And watching Liz get propositioned by a local German politician. He was a smitten kitten.

Europe itself was amazing; the fact that I got to do it with some of my favorite people in the world made it absolutely incredible. The icing on the cake? Our hot Czech bus driver, Roman.

Got back from Europe, and spent the next two months in a sleep-deprived blur known as "season" at the 500 Festival. Training series, mini-marathons, Kids' Day, Rookie Runs, parades, Snakepit balls, study trips, Community Days, princess receptions - I know I went to all of them. And I know I provided volunteers.

I rewarded all of my hard work with a great 2-night, 3-day stay at the IU Health Tipton County Hospital! Three cheers for kidney stones. I'll spare you the details of this sojourn; suffice to say, it was miserable. However - the nurses and doctors at the hospital ROCKED. And, I lost 10 lbs, which was fun. And then I got better and ate my way through the rest of the summer. Which was even more fun.

Next stop - Chicago! My roommate turned 30, and to celebrate a group of 30 family and friends rented a rooftop and watched the Cubs game. JBB and I went up a day early and stayed at a very cool "boutique hotel" on the Magnificent Mile. We wandered all over Millennium Park, had a drink at the hotel bar, and then set out for a BBQ joint I had found on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. It was in the near-southside of Chicago, and had some of the best BBQ I've ever had. The restaurant also had live bluegrass,which I'm a sucker for. JBB and I had the good fortune of bellying up to the bar next to a local named CJ, who appointed himself our personal tour guide of Chicago. CJ entertained us and bought us drinks for the next two hours, and ended up giving us a ride back to our hotel. After getting over my initial fear that we were being kidnapped, JBB and I rallied and soaked in CJ's extensive knowledge of Chicago history. It didn't hurt that I had just finished reading "Devil in the White City" and was bursting with Chicago trivia from the book. The rest of the weekend was spent in happy blur of eating, toasting Katie (and Katie getting toasted...), drinking, walking, and eating some more. Thanks for the hospitality, Jen!

Here we come Canada! The very next weekend, our crew (13 people strong!) headed north for our 27th year on the French River, in northeastern Ontario. This is my favorite place on earth. If someone told me the only way I could keep my Canada trips was to never go anywhere else again, I would easily pick the Canada trips. I can't put into words the peacefulness and happiness of this week. This year, Krissi's husband Nate, and JBB, both got to come for the first time, and it was so fun to experience it through their eyes. We did it all - paddleboating, shore lunch, euchre tournaments, swimming to lunch, reading copious amounts of books, weekly Monday night fish fry, laying out on the dock, and just simply being. There were no cell phones, no TVs, no facebooking or computers. Paradise. We also did two hours in a holding room at Customs. That's a story for a different blog. When people say "go to your happy place" I automatically go to Cabin 16, with the brown paint and green trim.

After Canada, I took a week off to do things like, you know laundry, cleaning, and grocery shopping. One can only get by on swimsuits and sundresses for so long. Mid-August JBB and I set our compass for Oconomowoc, WI, home of the most "O's" in any US city and one of my very best friends, Nicole Rosi Wagner! JBB and I set out early Friday morning, confident and shiny in our smugness that we had timed our trip just perfectly, thus ensuring we would miss Chicago traffic. Fast forward 4 hours later, as we sat at a dead stop on the Dan Ryan in downtown Chicago, and we realized we'd been served. Why is that you always have to go to the bathroom THIS INSTANT when you don't have a shot in hell of reaching the next exit for at least a good hour? (Or is that just my bladder?) Once we finally met up with the Wagners, we had an awesome weekend, kicked off by a tour of the fabulously quirky Lakefront Brewery and ending with a mountain of food at Sunday brunch. In between we tailgated, went to a Brewers game, played euchre, and just caught up. Great weekend.

After Wisconsin, JBB and I decided to stick around Indy for two weekends, so we could remember what our houses looked like, and more importantly, attend Devour Downtown. I'm still dreaming about my Shula's steak. (And, still paying for it. Don't veer from the Devour menu unless you want to sell them your firstborn).

Labor Day weekend we headed for Pure Michigan - specifically, Saugatuck. We went up with Emily and Zach Miller, and, of course, Olivia, who had been the summer before. It was everything the Millers told us it would be, and then more. We spent part of two days at the beach, drove into Holland, MI for their Farmer's Market, ate our way through the town, made waaay too many stops at Emily's favorite ice cream shop, Kilwins, and played hours worth of Pegs & Jokers. (At which, I'm pretty sure, the boys cheated). If you get the chance, I really recommend checking Saugatuck out - it's only a 3.5 hour drive from Indy, but you truly feel like you're in a different world.

The weekend after Labor Day, we made a trip north to the exotic town of Tipton, for something the locals like to call "The Pork Festival". It was fabulous. Of course. It was the Pork Festival - do you expect anything less? Who doesn't love pork on a stick?

And, finally, last weekend, we hit up Cincinnati to visit Jason's sister, Eli, for her (belated) birthday. Because Jason is a little unhinged, we hit the road at 7:00 am (yup - on a Saturday) and were in the IKEA parking lot before it opened. After enjoying a delicious .99 cent Swedish breakfast, we tore that place up. Pillows, lamps, giftcards, lightbulbs, vases - I mean, it's IKEA - why not? Post IKEA slump, we hit Jungle Jim's, which is like a grocery store on steroids and maybe some acid, too. (Not that I've ever been on either one). This place was nuts. Food from quite possibly every country in the world, octopuses in aquariums, Beach Boys tunes blaring over the stereo - it was a trip. Me? I was most interested in the "Midwestern" aisle that featured things like Lay's Potato chips, and Hershey's chocolate. Following lunch with Eli and her boyfriend Brad, we checked into our hotel, which was actually a B & B. In the 'hood of Cincinnati. But sooo charming on the inside. I was more than a bit skeptical when we pulled up (Jason was in charge of lodging for this trip) but I have to say, he delivered. Called the "Symphony House" because it's right around the corner from the Cincinnati Opera House, each room (of which there were only 6) was named after a famous composer. We had the Schubert room (Austrian! I learned this on my Europe trip which feels several lifetimes ago), which was complete with a fireplace and the comfiest bed known to man. What it was not complete with? A toilet. Or shower. That was at the end of the hall. I did my best to time my bathroom breaks when I was out and about as to avoid any awkward encounters with our fellow B & B'ers. After checking into our hotel, and making a run for our car, we met up with Eli and Brad for the Reds/Brewers game. The Reds lost. Miserably. But the weather was perfect, it was Johnny Bench night, and the hot dog was delicious.

Whew. That's it. That's everywhere I've been this spring/summer. Lessons learned? JBB and I travel very well together, fountain drinks have not caught on in Europe, always bring your own pillow, and remember to pack a cardigan because the AC in restaurants is freezing! Happy travels!

Escaping the Winter Blues

Let me start by saying, I love Indiana. I mean that in the least ironic, most earnest sense possible. It’s my home – my parents, grandparents, and their parents were all born and bred Hoosiers. I have never lived anywhere else, nor do I want to. (Hush, hecklers! ) I take great pride in my home state – I appreciate a crispy, juicy tenderloin as much (okay, probably more) than the next guy. I know all the words to “Back Home Again and Indiana,” and I truly bleed cream and crimson.

However. Wow – does wintertime in Indiana really stink or what? The cold is so damned bitter that it literally makes the inside of your nose feel like it might frost over when you walk outside; it’s dark when you get up and leave for work, and it’s dark when you drive home. Mother Nature keeps dumping snow and wintry mixes on us, but the problem is, there’s really nowhere to go play in it. No mountains to ski down, or quaint little mountain town to sip hot chocolate in. It’s business as usual in Indiana, only now it’s conducted with a permanent layer of gray sludge and slush everywhere you go; staining the bottom of your pants; tracking inside and smearing your floors; getting the baseboards or your car dirty. It’s just so…gray.

So, to combat the winter blues, I’m currently dreaming of my favorite nice weather activities. Eating a green freeze pop while sitting bare foot on my front porch swing reading a magazine. Going for a bike ride on the Monon on my pink cruiser. Getting yogurt from Huddles and loading it up with strawberries and brownie bites, then trying to eat it before it melts. Floating in my parent’s pool, listening to Kokomo’s country station, chatting with my mom and dad. Getting a coke with extra ice and a hot dog from the South Pole. Sitting outside at Moe and Johhnys with friends, having a few cocktails and laughing at the same stories we’ve told 1,000 times . 4th of July in Cicero, playing cornhole and euchre, waiting for the fireworks to start. Movies on the lawn at IMA, complete with a picnic and pre-movie games, trying to stay awake for the whole movie. And, of course, saving the best for last – 7 glorious days on the French River.

What about you? Where do you mentally teleport yourself to in order to escape the winter blues? Are you counting down the days until Spring?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, it's been (ahem) quite awhile since I've blogged! When I started this sucker, I thought I would have all kinds of things to post about. I mean, I love to talk, often and about anything and everything, so I thought blogging would be right up my alley! Turns out its harder to put those ramblings into a coherent piece.

That said, I'm sitting at my parents with a belly full of Turkey and the satisfaction of a good euchre win, feeling especially contented and happy tonight, and wanted a way to express just how thankful I am. For so many things - the biggies, like a new job which I'm so lucky to have found, a warm bed and plenty of food, a certain fella' who puts up with all of my quirks, neuroses, and ramblings, and of course, my family. My family. I could write a book and still not express my gratitude to my parents, siblings, grandparents, the Rotten Babies, and all the cousins, aunts, and uncles who have been my best friends, biggest cheerleaders, and most strident defenders for the past 30 years.

Moving on to the smaller things - can I tell you how pumped I am that mint Hershey's kisses are once again upon us? WHY do they only make those 3 months out of the year?? And how about holiday movie season? Morning Glory, Unstoppable, Fair Play, Love & Other Drugs, Country Strong. The list goes on. I am so thankful for modern technology so I could watch my 5 year old nephew Henry be "Narrator 2/Pilgrim" in his kindergarten Thanksgiving play. I was so proud of him. Hands down the smartest, handsomest, best actor of the bunch. (Not that I'm biased at all!) Other things that are on my "I'm lovin' it" list at the moment: the new Kid Rock CD; how riveting the new John Grisham book, The Confession is; the new cozy sweater I found at Target and added to my collection; IU BASKETBALL IS BACK!!; listening to the rain on the sky lights; Pegs & Jokers night at the Millers; and, last but not least, the fact that my new bangs turned out cute. Whew - they're a big commitment, folks, and bad bangs can turn a good day sour in a hurry.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone - I hope you have a great day full of turkey (or ham, pizza - whatever floats your boats), family, laughing, and napping. I know I will!

I am a Capital A Adult

So, it's official, I've realized. I'm an Adult. You know, the "capital A" kind of grown up. No longer in my mid-20s, just out of college. How did I come about this realization? It happened slowly. For the past 4 years, I've pretty much thought of myself as just a few years out of college. The new kid on the block at work, the single gal living it up in Broad Ripple...

And then I realized - I'm not the youngest person at work. Hell, I'm not even the 4th youngest at work. The interns call me Ms. Lambert in emails. *shudder*. Read below for more signs of my Adultness...

1. Last birthday, I asked for, and received, prescription sunglasses. And I. WAS. PUMPED! No more having to squint all the way to and from working on my "glasses days" (which are becoming more regular, by the way.) Nope, now I'm prescription sunglasses wearing and proud.

2. I still have a border line obsession with gossip magazines -subscription to People, US Weekly, and Entertainment Weekly? Check, check and check. But, I also currently have a stack of Better Homes and Gardens, Real Simple, and...wait for it...Ladies Home Journal laying by my bed. What can I say? Like a man and his Playboy, I read them for the articles.

3. I have a Roth IRA and a financial planner. Don't really know what that is, but I know I've got one. And I know I'm not supposed to touch it. If that's not grown up, I don't know what is...

4. Oh wait! Yes I do! Being an Adult means living in Broad Ripple and raving about the great locally owned restaurants and boutiques instead of the strip. Landsharks? No thank you. I'll take a Touch of Grass's music in the basement of the Wellington any day of the week.

5. I wake up by 7:45 am on the weekends - without any alarm or parent prodding me to do so. There was a time, in my not so distant past - when I could easily sleep until 10:00 am, no problem. Now, if I sleep past 8:00 am my back hurts and I have to go to the bathroom. Ay yi yi...

6. I've caught myself saying (more than once) "There's no way on earth MY daughters will ever wear shorts that short. My mom wouldn't have let me out of the house." I typically follow up with a disgusted throat clearing noise and reminisce about the prairie length dresses my friends and I sported in high school. :)

So, there you have it. The signs of adulthood. I've got to say, it's not such a bad place to be. I kinda like waking up early(ish) on the weekends, and having time to read to read and sit on my porch. There's something to be said for not wasting half the day sleeping. And yeah, Book Club may be decidedly Adult, but it's fun! There's no shame in not being the young pup anymore.

But, lest you think I'm ready for the retirement home, don't worry...I still have chicken nuggets and tots for dinner once a week, and my DVR regularly records ABC Family originals. So, maybe I'm not totally grown up after all...

The Lambert/Foster Family Dictionary

A few weekends ago, I went to Tipton and had lunch and visited with my grandpa for well over an hour. It was the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I was purposely asking him questions geared towards getting him to retell the stories I've heard a thousand times. Partly because I love hearing them, but mainly because it makes me so happy when his eyes crinkle up with laughter at a memory from 60 years ago. As I was listening to the story of his Uncle Will's slap-dash accounting system at the furniture store, punctuated with lots of "by hairs!" (Uncle Will's version of OMG), I got to thinking - my family uses a LOT of expressions that I've never heard spoken by anyone outside of my gene pool. I'm sure all families do this - I just happen to be familiar with the Lambert/Foster language. I've decided to make a reference sheet so that the next time I bring a guest home to Tipton he or she won't feel like they've ventured into a foreign land. So, I present to you "The Lambert/Foster Family Dictionary".

1.) Ya-Hootie: the little invisible person who takes the blame for something that no one else in the family wants to claim. Used in a sentence, "Ew, who farted?" Silence, followed up by, "Must have been Ya-Hootie." I'm pretty sure Ya-Hootie is behind my missing Christmas decorations. Lord knows I didn't lose them.

2.) Moose Pie: an expression used to shut someone up who is continually griping about dinner, or the way you arranged the furniture, or any number of other things. Originates from a story about an all-male camping trip, and a rule that the next person who complains about dinner has to cook the next meal. Finally, after days of making every meal, the cook makes a "Moose Pie" (moose-shit.) Biting in to it, his fellow campers start to complain, only to quickly wisen up and exclaim, "Moose pie! My favorite." I get secret satisfaction out of saying moose pie to people who have no idea what I'm talking about it. Got to love a little passive aggressivism.

3.) Horse of a Different Color!: Something I heard my grandparents say so many times it's snuck into my vernacular. Used to exclaim surprise at something (someone!) that is weird or different. Often spoken in hushed tones. "Well, he's always been a horse of a different color...". Perhaps the red neck version of the Southerner's favorite, "Bless her heart..."

4.) That's a Fine How Do You Do: interchangeable with "that's a kick in the pants." Example: "Lindsay woke up Saturday morning at her parent's only to find out her dad had backed into her car the night before. She muttered under her breath, well that's a fine how do you do."

5.) By Hair!: A catch-all phrase to express exasperation, astonishment, anger, surprise...the antiquated WTF or OMG. Try it, you'll think it's fun to say!

6.) What do you want, eggs in your beer?: In other words, quit being so damned needy. Used frequently by my mom. One of my favorites.

7.) Get the Banana Out!: Used when you've had to repeat something more than twice. Comes from the popular Lambert question, "Do you have a banana in your ear??" Usually said with indignation to my dad as he sits amidst chaos and does his crossword, ignoring all attempts at communication. Where the origin of the banana in the ear scenario comes from, I can only imagine.

8.) Don't Take Any Wooden Nickels!: A much more fun way of saying good-bye, this is a sentimental favorite. Every time I left my grandparent's house, my grandpa would say, "Don't take any wooden nickels!", usually followed up with "Come back when you can stay longer" or "see you in the funny papers."

9.) Well I'll be dipped...: An expression of bewilderment or surprise. I once asked my mom what exactly she was dipped in. She thought about it for a few seconds, and offered up this: shit?.

10.) Fart in a skillet: a person who is decidedly agitated and can't sit still. Example: "Nate was acting like a fart in a skillet today at the restaurant." A favorite of my grandmas.

11.) EEE-AH-KEY: A different version of "yoohoo...", usually said in a sing-song voice - it's a hello and a way to announce one's presence. Because we wouldn't just want to say "hello". What fun would that be?

What am I missing Lamberts and Fosters? And what about the rest of you? Any family sayings that make you scratch your head?

Writer? Interior Decorator?...

Do you ever wonder what you would do if you didn't do what you did? (How's that for one really confusing sentence.) I love my job - it gives me a sense of purpose, a feeling of satisfaction that I've really made a difference, and a whole mess of vacation days. I'm totally content and happy with where I am right now.

That said, I still like to dream sometimes about what I would do or who I would be if I wasn't working for Special Olympics Indiana. Since I was in middle school, I've always wanted to be a writer. Truth be told, I still want to. Turns out, that's a bit easier said than done. I've got lots of great ideas and opening pages - turning those thoughts and scraps of stories into a cohesive piece is a bit trickier. I love to read, which is one of the prerequisites to writing. If reading alone made one qualified to be an author, then consider me the next JK Rowling! Perhaps I could be a professional reader...?

I had a concentration in Creative Writing in college - I loved going to those classes. They were always at night, always in Ballentine Hall, and I always stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't wear ankle bracelets with bells on them, I didn't suck down cigarettes before class, and I didn't write about ghosts/drug trips/vampires. I realize that is a vast stereotype of writers, but, 99% of my peers in my writing classes fit into one of those of molds. I think a lot of my classmates had an idea of how a writer was supposed to behave and a naive, wide eyed optimist from Tipton didn't quite fit the bill. I always felt a bit like a fish out of water in those classes, but I dug them just the same. It was fun to be around people so different from my normal group of friends. I need to make myself write more - it's something I love doing, but never seem to have the time and/or discipline to do.

When I'm not dreaming up the author picture for my New York Times best seller, I fancy myself an interior decorator. There are few things I like more than strolling the home sections of Target or Homegoods. Picture frames, bathroom rugs, candles, decorative clocks - love them all. Whenever I move to a new place, I don't stop unpacking and "nesting" until I have all my picture frames set out, my books lined on a shelf, and my jewelry displayed on my dresser. I don't feel at home or settled until I'm surrounded by the things I love. I think there is something very comforting about designing a room that makes you feel content when you enter. I love laying in bed at night and looking at pictures from vacations,remembering my trip to the tango bar in Argentina, or looking at the boat my grandpa made me and thinking of sitting beside him at the bar in his kitchen, his giant size 14 feet pointed out, while he painstakingly painted his latest model.

Someday, when I have a house that is all my own, I will decorate EXACTLY as I want. I want a yellow kitchen with polka dot dishes and cheery curtains to frame the window above my sink; my bathroom will be an oceany blue with a soft fluffy white rug to set outside my big tub; I want a porch with a porch swing, and a cozy library with a fireplace and floor to ceiling bookshelves. I'll blow up a picture of Cabin 16 at Lochaven Lodge and hang it over the fireplace and drift away to Canada whenever I need a stress reliever. I want my house to be the kind of place where people hang out in the (yellow) kitchen and feel cozy. It won't be immaculate, but it will be warm and inviting. Take your shoes off, or keep them on. It doesn't matter to me. Throw your purse on the floor, and pull up a chair.

Who knows...maybe that house will have a nook in the attic that would be just perfect for a desk and a computer. You know, the type of place a gal could do some serious writing in...