Dressing the part.
Dear 28,
I'm already crossing bits off the list. (And have already found several things that should/could/probably will be added). I'm so happy to see the silly little list become part of the lives of the people I spend time with. It's a collective effort- not just mine anymore. I love it.
Chelsea and I stopped by the Art Center for the unveiling of this year's Des Moines Arts Festival commemorative poster, which features the super talented (and modest) Michael Kuseske. I'm not sure how my name got on the invite list, but it was one of those nights where I was reminded how special this city is, how beautiful the Art Center is and how cool my friends are.
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| My birthday continued in Muscatine with a Denny Palmer rice krispie treat. |
Finally, I keep watching this over and over. I'm sure you've seen it, but JR + Art + TED continues to inspire me. It makes me want to send postcards to everyone with a mailbox or at least everyone in my address book. I should get back to drawing, and sending thank you notes, and enjoying a perfect Monday.
xo-LP
Rejected!
Dear 28,
When I started writing out my 27 things back in May of 2010, I knew that I wanted to challenge myself, do some silly things I hadn't done before ("see a movie alone" was far less awesome and intimidating than I thought), further explore (and eventually fall in love with) my city and basically go on many adventures. (Which I did. Here. Here and Here.)
I think the most exciting part about the 27 list was the other stuff I did- the things I learned, the being more spontaneous, the soaking in everything while it was happening. I felt ultra-aware of what I was doing, how much fun it was, what was thrilling, who was there, what they said, what I saw. All because I wanted to write about it (some great posts. other mediocre.)
That kind of living is addicting.
When putting together the list for 28, I started with a big, big list of random (and some slightly ridiculous) items and had some loyal readers and friends weigh in with suggestions. After listening to the super cool kids from Make\Break talk about Rejection in their podcast, I felt inspired to hold onto some of my less loved list items. Here's a few of the rejects:
- See the Bridges of Madison County
I couldn't bring myself to read the book-which should come as no surprise-so I'm not sure seeing the actual Bridges sounds as exciting as something far more vague. Like see a monument. Although it does look charming. Maybe I'll see the movie instead.
- Buy cowboy boots
This guy (see photo) wears cowboy boots all the time. And does it well. I really just wanted to be more like him. And then realized that I probably couldn't wear pencil skirts with honkeytonk boots. Rejected.
- Play Laser Tag
I'm sure at least one of you will read this and feel disappointed that it's not on the official list...that doesn't mean it can't happen. But I think I'd end up getting hurt somehow. And writing about laser tag makes me want to watch How I Met Your Mother.
- Get a pet
It goes without saying that this is a terrible idea. I'm just now starting to like animals (sorry Jen and Kate) and I am never home. A fish has potential. We might get along swimmingly. But that didn't stop me from desperately wanting to take this dog home with me back in March. Shared custody puppy raising seemed brilliant while drinking vanilla-greyhounds out of a mason jar.
- Flip. A. Table.
I am not a New Jersey Housewife. I am not even that aggressive of a person (I don't even make a fuss when someone budges in front of me at Dahls. And really I should.) Sorry Adrienne. I think I'll leave this one to you. And will gladly film it.
- Go fishing
Going camping sounds scary enough.
Thanks for all the notes and excitement surrounding the list of 28. I've already started working on some!
(I ran this morning. When I say "run" I mean I'm thankful for Emily who didn't mock me at all during the brutal 1.5 miles.)
xo-LP
When I started writing out my 27 things back in May of 2010, I knew that I wanted to challenge myself, do some silly things I hadn't done before ("see a movie alone" was far less awesome and intimidating than I thought), further explore (and eventually fall in love with) my city and basically go on many adventures. (Which I did. Here. Here and Here.)
I think the most exciting part about the 27 list was the other stuff I did- the things I learned, the being more spontaneous, the soaking in everything while it was happening. I felt ultra-aware of what I was doing, how much fun it was, what was thrilling, who was there, what they said, what I saw. All because I wanted to write about it (some great posts. other mediocre.)
That kind of living is addicting.
When putting together the list for 28, I started with a big, big list of random (and some slightly ridiculous) items and had some loyal readers and friends weigh in with suggestions. After listening to the super cool kids from Make\Break talk about Rejection in their podcast, I felt inspired to hold onto some of my less loved list items. Here's a few of the rejects:
- See the Bridges of Madison County
I couldn't bring myself to read the book-which should come as no surprise-so I'm not sure seeing the actual Bridges sounds as exciting as something far more vague. Like see a monument. Although it does look charming. Maybe I'll see the movie instead.
- Buy cowboy boots
This guy (see photo) wears cowboy boots all the time. And does it well. I really just wanted to be more like him. And then realized that I probably couldn't wear pencil skirts with honkeytonk boots. Rejected.
I'm sure at least one of you will read this and feel disappointed that it's not on the official list...that doesn't mean it can't happen. But I think I'd end up getting hurt somehow. And writing about laser tag makes me want to watch How I Met Your Mother.
- Get a pet
It goes without saying that this is a terrible idea. I'm just now starting to like animals (sorry Jen and Kate) and I am never home. A fish has potential. We might get along swimmingly. But that didn't stop me from desperately wanting to take this dog home with me back in March. Shared custody puppy raising seemed brilliant while drinking vanilla-greyhounds out of a mason jar.
I am not a New Jersey Housewife. I am not even that aggressive of a person (I don't even make a fuss when someone budges in front of me at Dahls. And really I should.) Sorry Adrienne. I think I'll leave this one to you. And will gladly film it.
- Go fishing
Going camping sounds scary enough.
Thanks for all the notes and excitement surrounding the list of 28. I've already started working on some!
(I ran this morning. When I say "run" I mean I'm thankful for Emily who didn't mock me at all during the brutal 1.5 miles.)
xo-LP
Dear 28,
Dear 28,
The wrap up post has been written. The header has been changed. (What do you think?) The new list has been posted, facebooked and approved by my sister. The love letter is officially being written to a new year. GO.
I celebrated a bigtime birthday weekend that spanned 3 days and included time with Kate (her hair is indeed naturally blond and she is indeed awesome) and her first Fongs experience. There was a man dressed as a hot dog. Who fell on the floor.
Then there was the super terrific backyard bbq (where the gifts, the people and the words were so thoughtful I'm still floating around town on a high). Thanks so much Sara and Beka for being the kindest hostesses. Seriously. There was a book signed (for real) by the Rob Sheffield. That was written to me. (I still don't know how you Paluchs pulled that one off.) At one point I had to stand back and admire all the remarkable people in my life. It was perfect. (And then there were finale drinks at my favorite happy hour spot, Django, last night. 3 birthday parties isn't too much is it?)
I'm so unbelievably excited for 28.
xo-LP
The wrap up post has been written. The header has been changed. (What do you think?) The new list has been posted, facebooked and approved by my sister. The love letter is officially being written to a new year. GO.
I'm so unbelievably excited for 28.
xo-LP
Dear 27.
Dear 27,
We made it. The world didn't end. Don't worry, but this 27th year ends tonight.
I'm having a hard time writing. And truthfully I'm not sure I have the right words for it. I've been typing and retyping this final post of 27 for hours. I keep getting caught up in photos and archives and stories.
This year has been magical.
I learned a whole bunch of new things. Like how to make Southern style creamed corn. Or that I can make the post office funny. Or that New York City will overwhelm and thrill you simultaneously. Or that a little mixtape swap can be a big hit.
I laughed so damn much. And mostly at myself. Like the time when I wore that weird (and inappropriate) tank top. Or the time where I did open mic night. Or when "Wildcat Den" took over Tampa. Or when I told Britt Daniel his song was just ok.
I'm not sure what I expected this blog to be. I started writing because I wanted a way to hold myself accountable (and I knew that at least my sister Jen would read it.) And that if I had a public list of to dos, I'd have to at least try to achieve most of them. It has become a place to document my life in it's exquisite detail. And here I am, a year and 141 posts later, a braver, calmer and livelier person than I was before.
I couldn't be more grateful. I feel overwhelmed by the kindness and the brilliance of all of these wonderful people in my world, especially after the big celebration last night. You've made my life so much brighter. And I mean this in a true and profound way. I feel more alive than ever.
Onto 28. I think it'll be great.
(And I'll be toasting to you with my Templeton at midnight.)
xo-LP
We made it. The world didn't end. Don't worry, but this 27th year ends tonight.
I'm having a hard time writing. And truthfully I'm not sure I have the right words for it. I've been typing and retyping this final post of 27 for hours. I keep getting caught up in photos and archives and stories.
This year has been magical.
I learned a whole bunch of new things. Like how to make Southern style creamed corn. Or that I can make the post office funny. Or that New York City will overwhelm and thrill you simultaneously. Or that a little mixtape swap can be a big hit.
I couldn't be more grateful. I feel overwhelmed by the kindness and the brilliance of all of these wonderful people in my world, especially after the big celebration last night. You've made my life so much brighter. And I mean this in a true and profound way. I feel more alive than ever.
Onto 28. I think it'll be great.
(And I'll be toasting to you with my Templeton at midnight.)
xo-LP
Being Reflective.
Dear 27,
I adore birthdays. I love that we each get a day that's all about us. That there's one day where shameless, joyful celebration is not simply allowed, but encouraged. (I usually push the limits and give myself 3 days of birthdayness. It's that much fun.)
But I have to be honest, the week leading up to my own birthday is usually messy. I think too much (I realize I do this all the time, but pre-birthday-thinking is heightened analyzation) I have started my usual questioning of if where I am this year is better than where (and who) I was on the cusp of 27.
In this 27th year of life, rather than just obsess over my (somewhat insane) questioning, I can look through archives, review a list, dig through thousands of photos (yes. all data recovered. I love you Apple people). So much has inspired me, challenged me, surprised me, frustrated me, impressed me, and educated me.
I adore birthdays. I love that we each get a day that's all about us. That there's one day where shameless, joyful celebration is not simply allowed, but encouraged. (I usually push the limits and give myself 3 days of birthdayness. It's that much fun.)
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| Palmers at birthday #27. |
But I have to be honest, the week leading up to my own birthday is usually messy. I think too much (I realize I do this all the time, but pre-birthday-thinking is heightened analyzation) I have started my usual questioning of if where I am this year is better than where (and who) I was on the cusp of 27.
Did I grow enough? Am I proud of my actions and reactions? Am I stronger and wiser? Have I learned new things? Have I been a better citizen, a kinder friend, a more conscientious sister? Have I smiled more, complained less, loved a whole bunch and celebrated wild adventures?
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| (You'll have to excuse me for being overly reflective.) |
And it's all here. I can read it, notice how in 2010 I was a funnier writer, realize that most of the photos I've taken of myself are ridiculous (many examples provided for you in this post) and marvel at just how much fun this year has been.
In the next 4 days I'll highlight some of my favorite parts of year 27, reveal the big list of 28 (hotly anticipated I'm sure) and probably write more overly personal and terribly grateful sentences.
I just hope I write like it's 2010 again.
xo-LP
Backup Memory.
Dear 27,
A moment of silence for my MacBook. A clumsy spill left it covered in electrolyted water and potentially left me without any photographic evidence of the last two years of life. I now understand why people talk about "backing things up." (Damn you Mr. Harmon. You taught me how to type and play Jezzball, but not the importance of external hard drives.)
A moment of silence for my MacBook. A clumsy spill left it covered in electrolyted water and potentially left me without any photographic evidence of the last two years of life. I now understand why people talk about "backing things up." (Damn you Mr. Harmon. You taught me how to type and play Jezzball, but not the importance of external hard drives.)
Before making my biggest blunder of year 27, I did attend the 3rd meeting of the Robert Burns Society and found that I very much enjoy the Dalmore Gran Reserva. The weekend, while I pouted about the possible loss of thousands of photos, did turn out to be a lovely one that included a tour of the Body Worlds: VITAL exhibit with the Governor, an epic Asian BBQ celebrating our Tone and an evening around the new fire pit.
With the birthday only 7 days away, I'm hustling to put together the SuperBirthdayBackyardBBQ and planning for the 28th year. So much to do in May...
xo-LP
And one more thing: If you've ever been the recipient of an original LP postcard-- help me build my "portfolio." Snap a photo of your postcard and upload it here. You'd be helping me out bigtime.
You're so Vein.
Dear 27,
I did it. In less than 9 minutes (and after a near, but not complete pass out) I saved 3 lives.
I did it. In less than 9 minutes (and after a near, but not complete pass out) I saved 3 lives.
Chelsea and I met for a big pre-blood-giving breakfast at Baby Boomers and then, with my near-nurse there telling me "you're doing great," I started the process. I must admit the actual giving part was far less scary than I'd thought it would be. The questions to answer, the finger prick test (Kate you wouldn't have made it past this part) and the anticipation of it all was far worse than the actual blood giving. Katey, Terri and Denise were kind as could be (and looked at all my postcards while I was eating pretzels and trying to get the color back in my face post-donation). I met a man who has given over 9 gallons of blood (he was oh-so-kind while I asked him a bunch of questions) and learned so much about the effect a once-every-eight-weeks visit to the blood center can have on people's lives. I don't want to promise I'll be back, but after having so many wonderful people help me through the less-than-terrifying process, I think I'll have to try and muster up the strength.
The day of adventure continued with my first ever (I realize to you DSM people this is unbelievable) visit to the lovely Gray's Lake. This city continues to delight me.
xo-LP
Won't you take me to MuskieTown.
Dear 27,
I have a spectacular life. I realize this is a bold statement. I realize it might be hyperbolic. But damn it was a great weekend. I kicked my Friday off early visiting new baby Xavier and then lunching with the ever-lovely Paige.
Then there was the most terrific moment (hours later) when I sold a whole bunch of cards in less than 10 minutes based on the unnecessarily kind words and promotion of my lil postcards by a friend, a iphone viewing of my incomplete postcardfolio and the existence of Dwolla. Saturday turned out to be the busiest most relaxingly fun day ever. There was Ephemera and Hill Vintage and a #spacemexican birthday party. And there was a photo booth and a hat and my DSM family in matching shirts.
I then finally made it back to MuskieTown (I'm sorry fam for not getting back to hometown until now. Christmas was far too long ago). We hit Salvatores, of course and then made a short trip to the Muscatine Art Center. While our tour lasted no more than 20 minutes, it was worth it.
I have a spectacular life. I realize this is a bold statement. I realize it might be hyperbolic. But damn it was a great weekend. I kicked my Friday off early visiting new baby Xavier and then lunching with the ever-lovely Paige.
I then finally made it back to MuskieTown (I'm sorry fam for not getting back to hometown until now. Christmas was far too long ago). We hit Salvatores, of course and then made a short trip to the Muscatine Art Center. While our tour lasted no more than 20 minutes, it was worth it.
The most splendid weekend in quite some time.
xo-LP
With only 17 days to go, it's time to be realistic.
Dear 27,
It's almost here. 2-8 is looming. And there is still so much to do. Relays came and went, but not without a super fun out of town visitor, behind the scenes race day tours and blue wall photo shoots.
Last night was not only an unexpectedly wild 5DM (patent pending phrase from the Tom Perry), but an awesome show opened at the DMAC. Be sure, if you're a DSM local, to get over and check it out. I also got to meet the soft-handed artist, James Gobel. His work is texturally brilliant. (How arty) And while it may be cheating the list, I'm counting my awesome evening at the Des Moines Art Center as a visit to a museum. (Go ahead and judge me.)
I must say this first week of May has been full of delights and surprises, including an unexpected thoughtful piece of fragile mail. How wonderfully mysterious. So much to look forward to in the coming weeks, I do believe this month will be the perfect 2-7 finale.
xo-LP
Glitter+Grease= One helluva Night
Dear 27,
I must admit that April was a month I'd like to do-over. It felt like one long, sad week after another. Then Lidgett Liz came to the rescue and the Big Hair Ball served as one of the best nights I've ever had in my six years in Des Moines. With a pre-party in the tiny apartment (yes. that many people in the little living room), we kicked off the night with tons of glitter and sequins and pizza rolls.
The event, held at my favorite place in all of the city, showcased a bigtime hair runway show, costumes, pole dancers (seriously), the Snacks and a gathering of the coolest people in Des Moines.
Ending with a dance party at the Kirkwood and a home full of glitter, this weekend couldn't have been any better. (Thanks for being there everyone!)
xo-LP
Happy Birthdays are my favorite.
Dear 27,
With very few days left until this list retires, I find myself cranking out a whole bunch of birthday cards and celebrating a bunch of people I adore here in Des Moines annnnnd planning my own big end-o-blog-27-start-of-28 celebration. We have had many a reason to party in 2011 (despite the fact I've only posted 24 times).
Many list items still need to be checked off (I know) and there's a few I probably won't accomplish (I know. I'm disappointed too.) But I am taking suggestions, as my own big 2-8 approaches, for the list for my next year. Comment away.
xo-LP
It's personal.
Dear 27,
It's been 21 days since my last post. I haven't felt much like writing, truthfully. So much good has happened. In fact today I my heart feels full of the people and places and moments that this fine city has graciously granted me. I have been trying to capture my 27th year in an honest and interesting way, as my warmhearted friend Chelsea said today "like a journal." With only a month left in a year that will truly go down as one of my favorites, I really should be writing more. (Especially if I want to be a Juice blogger.)
But amidst so much good, an unthinkable tragedy has rocked me and many close to Ashley. At a time when I was ready to leave this place (yes. The same city I praised and have grown to love dearly) and runaway from all that was troubling me, I met Ashley. Both serving on the YPC Board in 2009 she sent me a brief, but charming email asking if I'd like to meet for coffee or drinks to get to know one another. We bonded over rum drinks and from there a friendship grew. When she learned of my pending plans of fleeing Des Moines she made it her personal mission to both keep me in here and brighten my days. We shared lunches, met often for pedicures (a ritual we both took very seriously) and celebrated birthdays and mid-week meals with the same excitement. She was gentle and kind, the glow of her grin truly lit a room. She was honest, supportive, graceful and she'd surprise you with how funny she could be. She pushed herself to be great, but made it look effortless. I know she'd be upset with me for complimenting her so much. She never wanted much fuss made about her.
And now I'm writing this. In the Starbucks. On Easter Sunday. Still in my trench coat because even though it's April it's cold.
It's happened twice since that Friday. I've picked up the Blackberry to tell her how Doug sang Sweet Child of Mine and broke out some smooth dance moves or how I needed my toes polished, stat. I've looked through the pictures of she and my dad pairing up for the birthday beer pong tournament and laughed until it turned to tears. I suppose these bits of life I'd have shared with her will come up often, and that she's somewhere laughing with me, but I'm overwhelmed by feelings. I've been feeling a lot of feelings. (Which I realize to the 5 of you who will read this is no surprise. I'm a feelings kind of person.)
I'm angry and having spent very little of my 27 years even mad about something, I'm not even sure how exactly anger is supposed to feel. I'm sad in a way that no one ever hopes to feel. I find myself using the f-word an extra lot, sleeping more and losing my appetite. I obsessively read the news longing for some sort of answers, some kind of closure, anything really.
But the sun still comes up in the morning. I regain a little focus everyday. I have been moved by the many people who've comforted me, sent me a pizza in the mail (packed in dry ice- awesome) offered condolences, and just sat with me quietly.
Ashley would read the blog while she was working in the model during her downtime. I'd get occasional emails asking when I did this or that or why I didn't call her first. Then over lunch she'd want all the details I left out in the post, or for me to schedule the next outing when she could make it because she really wanted to appear on the blog.
She reminded me often she was proud of me. (In fact, she was one who made sure this happened.) In a way, she's responsible for me staying here. Ashley reminded me to give the city a chance, to push myself to be great. As this city continues to bless me, I'll continue to thank you my friend.
xo-LP
It's been 21 days since my last post. I haven't felt much like writing, truthfully. So much good has happened. In fact today I my heart feels full of the people and places and moments that this fine city has graciously granted me. I have been trying to capture my 27th year in an honest and interesting way, as my warmhearted friend Chelsea said today "like a journal." With only a month left in a year that will truly go down as one of my favorites, I really should be writing more. (Especially if I want to be a Juice blogger.)
But amidst so much good, an unthinkable tragedy has rocked me and many close to Ashley. At a time when I was ready to leave this place (yes. The same city I praised and have grown to love dearly) and runaway from all that was troubling me, I met Ashley. Both serving on the YPC Board in 2009 she sent me a brief, but charming email asking if I'd like to meet for coffee or drinks to get to know one another. We bonded over rum drinks and from there a friendship grew. When she learned of my pending plans of fleeing Des Moines she made it her personal mission to both keep me in here and brighten my days. We shared lunches, met often for pedicures (a ritual we both took very seriously) and celebrated birthdays and mid-week meals with the same excitement. She was gentle and kind, the glow of her grin truly lit a room. She was honest, supportive, graceful and she'd surprise you with how funny she could be. She pushed herself to be great, but made it look effortless. I know she'd be upset with me for complimenting her so much. She never wanted much fuss made about her.
And now I'm writing this. In the Starbucks. On Easter Sunday. Still in my trench coat because even though it's April it's cold.
It's happened twice since that Friday. I've picked up the Blackberry to tell her how Doug sang Sweet Child of Mine and broke out some smooth dance moves or how I needed my toes polished, stat. I've looked through the pictures of she and my dad pairing up for the birthday beer pong tournament and laughed until it turned to tears. I suppose these bits of life I'd have shared with her will come up often, and that she's somewhere laughing with me, but I'm overwhelmed by feelings. I've been feeling a lot of feelings. (Which I realize to the 5 of you who will read this is no surprise. I'm a feelings kind of person.)
I'm angry and having spent very little of my 27 years even mad about something, I'm not even sure how exactly anger is supposed to feel. I'm sad in a way that no one ever hopes to feel. I find myself using the f-word an extra lot, sleeping more and losing my appetite. I obsessively read the news longing for some sort of answers, some kind of closure, anything really.
But the sun still comes up in the morning. I regain a little focus everyday. I have been moved by the many people who've comforted me, sent me a pizza in the mail (packed in dry ice- awesome) offered condolences, and just sat with me quietly.
She reminded me often she was proud of me. (In fact, she was one who made sure this happened.) In a way, she's responsible for me staying here. Ashley reminded me to give the city a chance, to push myself to be great. As this city continues to bless me, I'll continue to thank you my friend.
xo-LP
I sort of get why they call it a "Flea Market" now.
Dear 27,
Crossed off #23 this afternoon with a necessarily brief trip to a Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. I originally added "Browse a Flea Market" to the list because I figured I would chance upon treasures: a box filled with delicate vintage postage stamps, wood-type stacked neatly among lead-type, tiny skeleton keys laid out on pretty saucers or sweet little piles of colorful tea cups. (You know, something like this, this, and especially this.)
Instead, the flea market looked like this. I passed by tables of surplus promotional materials (think the pens, coffee cups and chip clips your bank gives away), booths that looked like a basement was emptied into it, and that they didn't sift out the exceptionally weird stuff (think reflectors that had broken off the back of your childhood bicycle) or tables that had stacks of chip bags on them. (Seriously.)
Crossed off #23 this afternoon with a necessarily brief trip to a Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. I originally added "Browse a Flea Market" to the list because I figured I would chance upon treasures: a box filled with delicate vintage postage stamps, wood-type stacked neatly among lead-type, tiny skeleton keys laid out on pretty saucers or sweet little piles of colorful tea cups. (You know, something like this, this, and especially this.)
Instead, the flea market looked like this. I passed by tables of surplus promotional materials (think the pens, coffee cups and chip clips your bank gives away), booths that looked like a basement was emptied into it, and that they didn't sift out the exceptionally weird stuff (think reflectors that had broken off the back of your childhood bicycle) or tables that had stacks of chip bags on them. (Seriously.)
Ok so the whole place didn't have the smell of the unwashed and the junky. There were swords, a spot that sold motorized wheelchairs (where I saw a woman negotiating with the seller a pretty intense payment plan) and a big booth that sold socks with the tags still on them. I did find this little gem of a belt buckle, that I nearly purchased. Would have been a nice brassy accessory for the PKN presentation.
I did spend $5 in the less than 20 minutes I spent in the 4-H building. A couple 45s (including "Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack) and a couple vintage postcards.
The muscle man is Bob McCune (Mr. America). The vendor gave me two of these cards, which are promotional cards for Sorensen's Health Gym (205 Grand Avenue, Des Moines 9, Iowa) where Mr. American tells me that there is "only one safe speedy way" to develop a "PHYSIQUE" like his. Can't wait to send that one to an unsuspecting recipient.
So the flea market wasn't a dreamy artsy haven, but it certainly showed me a bit of Des Moines I hadn't seen before and with only 50 days until 28, I crossed another one off the list.
xo-LP
Mock me if you wish. But it's true.
Dear 27,
A list of things that should embarrass me, but really don't. Although they do make me laugh.
(Perhaps publishing this list will be something that actually does embarrass me.)
1. I once owned and wore proudly a Grant Hill Pistons jersey (I wonder where it is now...), a gift given to me by my AAU basketball teammates. We were a ragtag group of girls who didn't make the "good-enough" cut to play on "Swoosh" or "Force." We wore jerseys that looked like practice pennys and called ourselves the PeaceFrogs.
1a. I did in fact play basketball in high school.
1b. And I did keep all the clippings from the Muscatine Journal.
2. I have never seen Caddyshack.
3. I have been to four American Idols LIVE concerts.
4. I dressed like this on my way to school once. (probably more than once.) And had that haircut. And those glasses. And damn I loved that messenger bag.
5. I "went out" with my first boyfriend because Becca said Rene Martinez liked me and that he was cool. I promptly broke up with him the following day, despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day.
6. I don't really know my left from right.
You know you have some too. Share. It'll feel good to put it out there.
xo-LP
A list of things that should embarrass me, but really don't. Although they do make me laugh.
(Perhaps publishing this list will be something that actually does embarrass me.)
1. I once owned and wore proudly a Grant Hill Pistons jersey (I wonder where it is now...), a gift given to me by my AAU basketball teammates. We were a ragtag group of girls who didn't make the "good-enough" cut to play on "Swoosh" or "Force." We wore jerseys that looked like practice pennys and called ourselves the PeaceFrogs.
1a. I did in fact play basketball in high school.
1b. And I did keep all the clippings from the Muscatine Journal.
3. I have been to four American Idols LIVE concerts.
4. I dressed like this on my way to school once. (probably more than once.) And had that haircut. And those glasses. And damn I loved that messenger bag.
6. I don't really know my left from right.
You know you have some too. Share. It'll feel good to put it out there.
xo-LP
Out like a lamb.
Dear 27,
March was one serious month. Newport Beach, Agoura Hills, Chicago, San Deigo and so many meetings and events and many un-vacuumed days in my apartment. But as always, it was a whole bunch of fun.
And Rob Sheffield tells me this poem exists. The end of March came upon my life quickly. In April I sure have a lot of books to read...
xo-LP
March was one serious month. Newport Beach, Agoura Hills, Chicago, San Deigo and so many meetings and events and many un-vacuumed days in my apartment. But as always, it was a whole bunch of fun.
xo-LP
Cookin. Again.
Dear 27,
So I'm not Sam Cookin a delicious pizza. But I did recipe write again.
So I'm not Sam Cookin a delicious pizza. But I did recipe write again.
Thank you Anne (remember when we made this all the time in college?) and Rachael Ray for being on tv right after class got out when we lived in that house on Jefferson Street. And even the pickiest of eaters enjoyed it. (And no. Duck sauce is not made of ducks.)
xo-LP
[Rocky] Balboa.
Dear 27,
In an effort to blog all 12 of my upcoming travel-free days (and to meet the challenge set forth by JP and the other JP), I'm heading back to Balboa Park (or at least sharing a bit more about this spectacular place and my sweet little Blackberry photos).
In an effort to blog all 12 of my upcoming travel-free days (and to meet the challenge set forth by JP and the other JP), I'm heading back to Balboa Park (or at least sharing a bit more about this spectacular place and my sweet little Blackberry photos).
I had been advised to see Balboa Park by several San Diegoans so on my final day in SD (Not this SD, but this one) I set off for this "park" not knowing what to expect. Had I consulted, like a normal person, a map, I would have seen that Balboa Park wasn't just a plot of grass, but rather a zoo, a cluster of museums, an area filled with awe-inspiring architecture and a lush, fragrant garden.
Admittedly, I sang this the whole drive from The Pearl to the park. (And now you are too.) I admired the Spanish-style buildings, gawked at the beauty of the Botanical Building, had coffee overlooking the sculpture garden and, honestly, couldn't possibly have seen everything there was to see in a day.
I've become slightly obsessed with the history of the park, and have already started compiling a mental list of what to see on my next trip. John, everyone's right, it's absolutely a place to see.
xo-LP
PS- While it is sunny in San Diego, today (in March) it looks like this here at home.
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We can finally be friends again.
Dear 27,
It was one adventure after another this weekend. We celebrated Anthony's birthday. Lots of dancing, photos of Jenni, delicious and fraudulently free pizzas and a terrific evening that lasted late into the night.
Then supported the Des Moines Playhouse while Sip, Savor and Switch-ing throughout downtown Des Moines. So much incredible food and wine-- Chris the night was wonderful!
Then capped off the weekend with Eggs and Francis Bacon. A room full of all kinds of people I care so much about and a tour of the Des Moines Art Center led by Mr. Jeff Fleming...it was perfect.
(Thank you to everyone who came to the brunch-- it will go down as one of my very favorite days in Des Moines. Ever.)
OH and a new addition to my family (whew. Jenni we can finally be friends again)...
April means less travel, more time to finish up the big list. (Less than 2 months until the 2-8)
xo-LP
It was one adventure after another this weekend. We celebrated Anthony's birthday. Lots of dancing, photos of Jenni, delicious and fraudulently free pizzas and a terrific evening that lasted late into the night.
(Thank you to everyone who came to the brunch-- it will go down as one of my very favorite days in Des Moines. Ever.)
xo-LP
Going Going. Back Back.
Dear 27,
Another trip to California, but not without a quick stop in Phoenix. We had a beautiful event at the most lovely Phoenician and I got to see my three waaaaay cool cousins for a perfect O'Connor lunch. San Diego greeted me with a bunch of rain, but I managed to be out and about working and enjoying the city. I found the Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery not to far away and sat for a very quiet lunch overlooking the Pacific Ocean (this was on the non-rainy day).
Phil and Skyla yet again took me to an awesome SD restaurant-- The Starlite. The Starlite is a tiny spot with fresh, veggie filled entrees and a bar to gawk at. Our bartender, Josh, of course had a high school buddy who went to Drake. Skyla has started her own list of to-dos in a year. I think she's making better progress than I am! They also gave me a few terrific dining recommendations, including C Level (the views below are dusk and nightfall views from there). I never had to dine alone in SD thanks to some great friends and fellow travelers.
Before leaving town, I did manage to explore the beautiful Balboa Park and spend a little time in the San Diego Art Museum. Balboa Park is a place I cannot wait to get back to...maybe I'll take a vacation out West someday soon.
xo-LP
Patty.
Dear 27,
I knew that people celebrated basketball on St. Patrick's Day and that there was a parade here in town, but on March 17th downtown Des Moines exploded into a sloppy mass of green enthusiasts and the faux Irish. It was a zoo. But I will admit I celebrated the overly popular holiday unexpectedly the weekend prior. The #SPD5K turned out to be one of my favorite days in this blogged about year.
In addition to a race (I dont think it can be called a race unless you run the entire thing competitively...) I got to see the rest of the Palmer women for the weekend, crossing off items #3 and #24. We spent time in Chicago shopping and catching up and wining. Somehow the only moment I have on film is Jen in the glasses at Urban Outfitters.
I loved spending time with my sisters (I'd say they're the three most awesome girls I know) and we laughed and laughed with our mom late into the evenings.
Hope to see you again soon!
xo-LP
I knew that people celebrated basketball on St. Patrick's Day and that there was a parade here in town, but on March 17th downtown Des Moines exploded into a sloppy mass of green enthusiasts and the faux Irish. It was a zoo. But I will admit I celebrated the overly popular holiday unexpectedly the weekend prior. The #SPD5K turned out to be one of my favorite days in this blogged about year.
I loved spending time with my sisters (I'd say they're the three most awesome girls I know) and we laughed and laughed with our mom late into the evenings.
Hope to see you again soon!
xo-LP
**In related news, my camera kicked the bucket after the #SPD5K. I think all the running caused it to croak. Hoping to get a new one up and running ASAP.