top ten tuesday: nein.

The official announcement is this: No top ten today, in preparation for a more intense one for next week.

In other words, the author is battling a migraine and some crazy emotions. And possibly a cave troll.

polyvore: pastels + neon.

My current color obsession.

pastels + neon by lambskin featuring j crew bathing suits

last night i had this freakout where i really missed my grandma so here's this post.

Isn't she a dish? I love my Grandma Randall (or Dorothy Rae). I have so many memories of her that it's hard to name just one, but my favorite has to be when I was younger (fourth or fifth grade, I think), and I used to spend my off-track time in Monticello. (Monticello is the greatest little town, by the way. I would definitely live there.) I remember she and I, both being book lovers, would go to the library and pretty much clear the shelves before hunkering down in her living room and just reading together. For me, it was always The Babysitter's Club series, or Goosebumps. So many quiet afternoons spent reading together and not having a care in the world. She was the editor of her high school newspaper, which I didn't know until the past couple of years.

I also remember climbing the small metal ladder up to the nook in the weeping willow that was between the lilac hedges and writing in my big red leather journal. I always got a little homesick just as the sun was setting, but being with my grandma made it better.

When we went to Zuma, I would squish in between her in grandpa in the white pickup and try to pretend I didn't believe we would careen off the side of the road as we made our way into the canyon.

Picking peaches and cherries, pruning the apple trees, making applesauce, hanging out the clothes to dry on the line (still the best thing ever, in my opinion), learning to quilt, driving to Cortez, bonfires and family reunion on Blue Mountain, fresh tomato sandwiches at Zuma, riding the three-wheeler and slowing down only when going by grandpa and grandma, getting Pepsi and cruising around town with Bonnie, hunting for arrowheads, watching fireworks from the lawn, Wagon Wheel pizza, French braiding my hair, walking to Motor Parts, the flower shop, going to church and having them say, "Oh you're Debbie's daughter?," not wanting to leave, the mansion house on the corner that I still believe I'll live in in and fix up someday, Pioneer Day parade, the firehouse bell going off at noon and all the dogs in the neighborhood howling, Navajo tacos at the carnival, eating ketchup with pepper in it for the first time at Slider's Cafe, glaciers at the Shake Shack, riding horses at Joi's, sagebrush and red rocks, people praying for rain, walking around Lloyd's Lake, spotting Anasazi ruins and tracks up the canyon at Zuma, the time I got a really bad sore throat but went to a basketball game with Heather at the high school anyway, being cured by echinacea, adventures in Moab and Canyonlands, getting a cactus spine in my hand, the baby frogs in the Zuma pool, adoring her wedding ring, writing her and grandpa letters while they were on their mission in Independence, Missouri.

So many memories, it makes me feel like I have another life trapped in another time.

i just really need you all to know right now, and understand what i'm going through.

I miss this town. La vie est trop difficile.

keep calm and rock on.

Not sure if I'd ever really wear this outfit, but it was fun to create.

keep calm and rock on by lambskin featuring motorcycle jackets

polyvore: mykonos.

So I made this Polyvore set way back in the day and just remembered about it. Something about my brain wanting to be there right now? Somethin'. Poor little bankrupt Greece...I still dream of you!

mykonos by lambskin featuring a turquoise bangle bracelet

top ten tuesday: jobs.

When I was growing up I thought that college was this magical place that ultimately would result in me being given my dream job. Fast forward fifteen years later aaannnd...let's just...not. Oh the dreams of youth.

Top Ten Tuesday: Jobs I Dreamed of Having When I Was Younger

1. Marine biologist
2. Actress
3. Astronaut (Still very much want. The tears that well up at the mention of space...)
4. Concert pianist
5. Veterinarian
6. Writer (le sigh)
7. Photographer
8. Architect
9. Museum person (That's what I called it then. I thought they lived in the museum. Now I know they're called docents. And have respectable housing outside the museum grounds.)
10. Forest ranger (No comment.)

after seeing Transformers 3 yesterday, my thoughts exactly.

cancel all my plans--something's come up.

I just...cannot even.
I don't know what's more disturbing: The fact that the title of this blog is absolutely true, or that somehow Discovery has managed to tap into my dream database. And then plan their shows accordingly.

only ninety-five more to go.

Recently I joined a Goodreads challenge to read a certain number of books in 2011. I originally committed to 200, but then I did the math (Natalie helped me) and realized I'd have to read a book a day for the rest of the year. Yikes. So I lessened my sights to 100 books. So far I have finished [only] five. Goodreads reminds me that at my current pace, I am 44 books, or 44% (did not do that math) behind. Oops. Better pick up the pace here!

Semi-segue: How much is this my child? (Minus the hipster leanings.)

Cara added it to our shared "Baby" Pinterest board and I loved it. Oh yeah!

So I'm committed to this goal. The trouble is deciding what to read next! I just finished my Sherlock Holmes collection (le sigh...it flew by) and am planning on starting a running book Natalie's letting me borrow. But I feel like I need to have one more in the mix. We'll see. Any suggestions?