kis•met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized

1. fate.


on david sedaris and buttons

On Thursday something amazing happened. Well, a few things, actually. First, I got to spend a great evening on a date with my husband. Second, we met David Sedaris. Third, I got to sew a button back onto one of Mr. Sedaris' shirts, and he paid me five dollars for it. We stood in line waiting to meet him to get our book signed (which he did sign - and addressed to our dog) when we heard him asking everyone in front of us if they could sew. The conversations went something like this:
DS: "Do you sew?"
Person: "No..."
DS: "Ugh. The women in this town!"
Then we stepped up to the signing table to say hello, and he asked if I could sew, and got the answer he was looking for. It was a fancy French shirt, and he happened to have a sewing kit in his bag. From what I can gather from his stories, Hugh does most of the domestic things at their house, and David spends his time writing. It was extra awesome because I got to sit down next to him and chat with him while I sewed the button back on. He was delightful. Funny. Personable. Told everyone else in line about me and how I was sewing a button back onto his shirt for him. The five dollar bill and my ticket stub are now framed and on a shelf in my living room next to the signed book. And I have a new amazing story to tell.


a pup

In three weeks I get to bring this adorable furry faced pup home. I am beyond thrilled, and can hardly wait to go pick him up! I'm still stuck on what to name him, though. I've narrowed it down to a few choices, and would love some input from my readers. His personality is mellow for a puppy - he likes to play, but also enjoys laying down and looking around at everything. Help me choose a name!

Here's what I've narrowed it down to so far:


Which name do you like best?

P.S. Name suggestions are welcomed! I'm looking for something traditionally British and/or Southern.



perfect fall drink

Thanks to my friend Candice, here is the perfect hot chocolate for those chilly fall days. I love it because it is all kinds of delicious, and also the simplest to make. That's my favorite kind of recipe.

Nutella + Cinnamon Hot Cocoa

you will need:
enough milk to fill your mug
1-3 heaping tablespoons of nutella (depends on how chocolatey you want it)
a few dashes of cinnamon

heat the milk and nutella in a sauce pan until it's hot enough for you
add the cinnamon and stir it in just before serving
curl up on the couch or in front of the fireplace with a good book and enjoy!

i love fall.


rise and shout

images found here, here, here, here, here, and here.

We watched the BYU game last night. I'm not a BYU football fan (Go COCKS!) but I do like to cheer them on and see them win. It is my alma mater, after all. Seeing the shots of Provo on TV sent me on a Google search through time and memories that made me trunky for that quirky, beautiful place that I called home for four years. I learned so much there.


to remember

image found here.

I would hope that future people will remember me as . . .

... kind
... not judgmental
... accepting
... an intellectual
... a voracious reader
(and advocate of reading)
... well spoken
... well written
... a good (future) mother
... influential
 ... honest

30. List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for. | thirty things


to misremember

The topic for today's thirty things adventure is one that I think about quite often, actually. I've hinted about it here and here, but never with much detail. I've spoken to a few about it before, and discussed it at length with the best professor on the planet, and she helped me come to this realization: my thoughts and ideas are very radical for my demographic, and that is okay. It doesn't matter if you agree with me or not - my story and my personal archive are different from yours. That makes me who I am; it is continually changing with every experience I have. The same is happening to you, but you are being shaped into you. Me into me.

Now, onto what I think people misunderstand most about me. I could be completely wrong about this, but I get the impression that a lot of the people who I interact with believe that I am very conservative; almost prudish, even. I'm not. Don't believe me? Come over to my house and take a quick gander at my bookshelves. I'm an intellectual who believes that you have to read and experience the unaltered grit of reality to understand those ideals that begin with capital letters. Thanks to Toni Morrison and her novel Beloved for the title of this post. I think the concept accurately describes what is happening to me - the people around me remember me as a child, and are therefore misremembering me. I'm different from the childhood me. I've grown up and developed my own non-prudish, non-conservative ideas about the world.

29. What do you think people misunderstand most about you? | thirty things


the language of love.

love languages. mostly quality time. but also words of affirmation. 
if you spend time with me and i feel like you actually want to, i feel loved. 
if you talk to me truthfully and as an equal, i feel loved.

28. What is your love language? | thirty things


I have spots. Lots of spots.

These pictures don't even do it justice. I have  s o  m a n y  freckles. Grab a pen and get a close up look at any part of my body that sees the sun, and you could play connect the dots for hours. My freckles have always been my favorite. That, and the fact that I have dark hair and blue eyes. Some of my freckles have been around since I was a little kid. Some are newer additions. All are important. They tie me to my freckled family members, but also make me unique; nobody has the same patterns as me. They're also kind of awesome because, let's be honest, who else do you know that has an arrow constellation on their lower leg pointing straight to their Achilles tendon?

27. What is your favorite part of your body and why? | thirty things