Author: Tess

Life

Where Is My Mind?

Tess

[Happy place.  Happy place.]

Guys.  Work has been crazy.  I’ve barely had a chance to breathe these past few weeks, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my brain looks something like this:

[You guys know exactly what I’m talking about.]

Sometimes, when I was little (read: like a month ago), I would picture myself as a high-powered businesswoman, who had someone else to schedule her pedicures and…I don’t know, blow off her kids.  (All of this really clearly shows the grasp I had of important tasks that require attending to when you’re a businesswoman.)

I would never have to get my own coffee, because there would be someone else to get my coffee.  Except almost nobody else knows how I like my coffee.  Except My Man.  And that…that just wouldn’t work.  Okay, this plan is sounding less appealing. You appeal to me, gimme more

ChickFlicks

My Side Project

Tess

So, there’s this idea I had a few months back that involved watching a lot of terrible romantic comedies and live-blogging them.  Because, what’s funnier and more depressing than cold-hearted sarcasm in the face of true love?

I had initially intended for that project to be a separate blog altogether, but since THAT hasn’t happened, I figured I would post the first stab at this on here and see what the reception was like.  Leave your thoughts in the comments, people.

PS: If you loved the movie “Leap Year” starring Amy Adams herself, probably stop reading now.  And I’m sorry in advance.

PPS: I’m making myself kind of vulnerable here, you guys.  Be kind.  Kay?

PPPS: This may come as a surprise to you (not), but I swear a lot more in real life than I do on this blog.  I’ll try to keep it as toned down as possible, but how many of us can restrain the endless stream of profanity running through our heads when watching a really trite and horribly written movie?  (Oops.  Spoiler.)

Give me let me read I want!

Colorado, Life, Weekend

Spring, But Slowly

Tess

Aaaah, spring.

The promise of buds on trees and bushes, the smell of pollen in the air (unfortunately, for most of us), and approximately 100 million cyclists that make every spin around Boulder in my minivan a truly terrifying experience.

I can already tell that this spring will be different from others that I’ve experienced so far – much like the fall, Colorado puts its best foot forward in terms of natural beauty (business as usual, with its gorgeous white mountain peaks and clear blue skies), but falls a little flat in terms of my New England-bred expectations. But wait: there’s more!