just between us

Greetings from somewhere near Angie

Kristan — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 15:21:32 +0000

As Angie mentioned, she’s in Maine. By coincidence, I just posted a series of “postcard stories” that I wrote, and one of them takes place in Acadia National Park in Maine!

Dear Mom,

I am fine. Dad brought me to this park. He says it’s a vacaytion. We saw a fat squirrel. He gave me $1 for candy but I bought this card insted. The lady at the counter said she will mail it for me. I hope you get it OK. Dad says I shuldn’t talk to you, but I don’t think this counts. I miss you.

Love,
Eric

Click here to read the rest of my postcard stories!

(All images from Flickr. Click to see originals.)

Visiting the New England area

Angie — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:33:01 +0000

Some highlights of our trip so far, besides discovering a suspension bridge in Littleton, New Hampshire!

(1) While we’re getting everything organized in the rental car, and my mom and sister just chill in the back seat.

Dad: I guess your $500 plane ticket was worth it.
Me: You know my $300 premium I charge.

(Yeah I booked my flight late and it was that much more…)

(2) On where we eat.

Mom: We know what Angie’s taste is. Expensive.

(3) Like a Southern girl I wore a dress on our flight into Boston. Apparently it’s cooler and windier up here, so walking around in a dress made me indecent. I magically amassed a pair of leggings from A&F, literally the first store we spotted.

Mom: Your fortune is always good. You get us to buy clothes for you somehow.

The most bored country in Europe is Turkey

Angie — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 17:50:05 +0000

The OECD Factbook is a nifty little tool that tells you just about anything. Truthfully I haven’t played around with it enough, but I figure it’s worth sharing.

Scooped from BBC

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Invincible

Angie — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:58:22 +0000

When,

I don’t have to prove my intelligence with my degrees or papers. I don’t have to take envy for lifestyle even though I’ve worked since high school on. I don’t have to feign elegance in every plush setting or enjoyment of bad food. I don’t have to feel bad about my lucky body shape, even when I like every other girl have bad days. I don’t have to suppress my temper, my passion or my tears. I don’t feel ugly or unglamorous because I am not a beauty queen. I don’t feel silly about all the words that I say, and all the hours I talk are important. All the things I believe are important. All the things I fight for are important.

I’m chasing fleeting moments for this feeling, but it’s you who knows who I am and for that moment, I feel just right. There is some way I do the same for you. Just in case you were wondering why we’re friends.

Your country just lines on a map, they’re drawn up, they don’t last

Angie — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 15:57:27 +0000

Hauntingly beautiful political song. Paper cities by Other Lives.

Endurance

Angie — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 05:37:45 +0000

Unfortunately, the jerks are the ones who act and seem nice to everyone but really aren’t.

I have never been more sad or disappointed at how you’ve changed for the worst.

For the love of Betty and doors

Angie — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:11:44 +0000

There’s a new magazine out called Betty, and I’m loving the vintage-y quirky theme. I especially enjoyed the short spread featuring various personalities in outfits on different apartment doors (page 71, “Rat a tat tat”).

Scooped from Style Bubble

Clarity

Angie — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 15:56:33 +0000

There are some people who are just too nice and give the best to you. Then there are those who need you only to have the best for themselves.

Thank you for the former, *sigh* on the latter. We all still help when we can.

Apparently I’m the only person who listened to The Wallflowers

Angie — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 15:13:07 +0000

This is only to prove a point that I am not crazy. It’s been bugging me because I really enjoy Jason Aldean’s Big green tractor, yet every time I here the song it reminds me of 6th Avenue heartache by The Wallflowers (hello Bob Dylan’s son anyone?). But nobody knows what I’m talking about…

Judge for yourself:
First song, listen at beginning and at minute 2:49 to the end.
Second song, listen at beginning and 1:06 to 1:17.

Other than that I have yet to operate any said big green tractors, bulldozers, monster trucks or any vehicle where I can crush something.

Hope

Angie — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 22:15:26 +0000

Some days I feel like I’m just grasping in the air at nothing. It’s either a vast empty, or something I can never reach.