So sad. I hate when a workout day gets wasted....
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Emily LaRene. Southern belle. New Orleanian. Raised all around the country. NYU BFA + Tulane MBA. Fireworks. Fireflies. Pink peonies. High heels. Ballet flats. Strawberry jam. Tulip. Dreamer.
My Memoirs
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2009
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June
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- Please. Make. The. Drilling. Stop.
- Cold and wet
- Second star to the right, and straight on till mor...
- I did it!
- Another pink drink for the bride, please!
- Oh Danny McCoy, you're the cutest Decepticon fight...
- My Dad is Brilliant
- Great, great movie
- Today is so much better
- Can I get a Dangity Dang?!?
- Darn, darn, darn!
- Running clothes but no shoes
- Wednesday at noon
- Prong collars, bark collars, and crates, oh my!
- Thanks, I'll take it
- What I did over the weekend
- This weekend, Tulip goes to kindergarten
- "It's raining, it's pouring......!"
- Aaaand we're back to our regularly scheduled progr...
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June
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Turning 30? I don’t feel nervous or self-conscious anymore, I don’t feel scared to have an idea & express it. I'm giddy because it’s a complete transformation. I’ve found my voice
Tulip
People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck or something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather. That's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it.
Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love
Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love
My Family!
Currently Reading:
- The 1000+ items currently in my Google Reader
- The Economist
New Orleans Treasures
These are a Few of My Favorite Things:
- Anderson, Dukan, & Kirsch
- Antique silver
- Candles
- Clipboards
- Commander's Palace
- Connecticut
- Detroit Institute of Arts
- Engraved stationary
- International Center of Photography
- Kissing
- Magazine Street
- Manicures
- New Orleans Museum of Art
- Pilates
- Rainy New Orleans afternoons
- Twinkly lights
- Waldorf-Astoria
- Yoga
- Yountville, CA
Of Interest:
“Between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.” – Under The Tuscan Sun
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I second the motion.
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