Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.
Make the Ordinary Come Alive, William Martin (via Selena & Julie)

(via champagnetoasts)

champagnetoasts:

this outfit: reinforcing my need for [more] maxi dresses and a leather vest
(via brookesnooks)

champagnetoasts:

this outfit: reinforcing my need for [more] maxi dresses and a leather vest

(via brookesnooks)

(Source: pop-rocky)

Today I couldn’t figure out whether I was in high school or at work. Tomorrow I will be keeping my head down and if anyone pisses me off, god help them.
#donthavetimeforthisshit #growup #takeresponsibility

while waiting

quarterlifecoe:

October 23, 2013

You made your presence known almost immediately. The unending sense of off that just did not sit right. A protracted feeling for days of sick and tired and urgently, direly, rapaciously hungry. The kind that gave no warning, and could not possibly wait. The halted walks to put…

Wow. I can’t wait to feel this one day… hopefully soon!

(Source: adventuresenroute)

viewtifulcrow:

biggest plot twist ever.

I forgot about this!

(Source: wineforthree, via nothingisfreejamielea)

champagnetoasts:

One of my new lunchtime obsessions is a big, heaping spoonful of ricotta cheese paired with tart slices of blood orange. Relatively healthy while at the same time filling; a win/win in my book.
I know to some folks this might fall on the opposite spectrum of “yummy” but I quite enjoy this concoction.
(pardon my wonky thumb in the photo but someone had to hold the Tupperware // this accompanied an artichoke & hearts of palm salad for my “total” lunch package)) 

Must try!

champagnetoasts:

One of my new lunchtime obsessions is a big, heaping spoonful of ricotta cheese paired with tart slices of blood orange. Relatively healthy while at the same time filling; a win/win in my book.

I know to some folks this might fall on the opposite spectrum of “yummy” but I quite enjoy this concoction.

(pardon my wonky thumb in the photo but someone had to hold the Tupperware // this accompanied an artichoke & hearts of palm salad for my “total” lunch package))

Must try!

joyofthedayphoto:

 It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” – Mother Teresa

joyofthedayphoto:

 It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
 – Mother Teresa



champagnetoasts:

I can’t even with this outfit.
And if I could ever make my hair curl like that, the world would be a better place (and I wouldn’t be sporting a chin-length bob).

Fking yes

champagnetoasts:

I can’t even with this outfit.

And if I could ever make my hair curl like that, the world would be a better place (and I wouldn’t be sporting a chin-length bob).

Fking yes

(Source: themountainlaurel)

champagnetoasts:

Recommended reading for Sky News: Eats, Shoots & Leaves

#grammartweets

Love this!

champagnetoasts:

Recommended reading for Sky News: Eats, Shoots & Leaves

#grammartweets

Love this!

emphasisadded:

Holiday Drama
John, the doorman, peeked his head into my parent’s apartment.  He thanked my mom for the plate of food she sent down to him and informed us that there was…um, a situation
Hazel was stuck in the elevator (not by herself, obviously.  She was on her way up from the lobby with one of my teenage cousins).  
We ran down to the third floor and shouted up towards the ceiling (since the car was stuck between floors)

Hazel are you ok?Just fine, Mom!  (she was cool as cucumber…that made me proud)

We tried, unsuccessfully, to pry the door open.  And then we called the fire dept. 

Hazel, help is on the way!Is it the firemen?  Are they bringing the key? (Actually, yes - on both accounts)

It didn’t take long for the fire engine to come barreling into the driveway.  4 firemen hopped out with a stretcher (which thankfully we didn’t need!) and came bounding up the stairs.  A few minutes later, Thanksgiving was saved and about 35 minutes after the fiasco began, my daughter (and cousin) were freed!
What is not captured in this photo was the number of people standing in the vestibule as the elevator doors opened.  When Hazel saw the men in uniform, the building’s engineers, a handful of family members and a very concerned Simon - I think she understood that this was not a “fun adventure.”
The next day, we came back to my parent’s place to pick up left-overs and as we stepped onto the elevator, Hazel raised her little eyebrows and held up her pointer finger and said to us in her most serious tone: You must be careful around alligators.  I assume she meant elevator, but even if not - her statement holds true.  :)
I have a feeling this will be one of those family holiday stories that is retold for years to come!
(photo credit: young Henry - fearless uncle and committed photog)

When I have a kid I hope he or she is this damn cool!

emphasisadded:

Holiday Drama

John, the doorman, peeked his head into my parent’s apartment.  He thanked my mom for the plate of food she sent down to him and informed us that there was…um, a situation

Hazel was stuck in the elevator (not by herself, obviously.  She was on her way up from the lobby with one of my teenage cousins).  

We ran down to the third floor and shouted up towards the ceiling (since the car was stuck between floors)

Hazel are you ok?
Just fine, Mom!  
(she was cool as cucumber…that made me proud)

We tried, unsuccessfully, to pry the door open.  And then we called the fire dept. 

Hazel, help is on the way!
Is it the firemen?  Are they bringing the key? 
(Actually, yes - on both accounts)

It didn’t take long for the fire engine to come barreling into the driveway.  4 firemen hopped out with a stretcher (which thankfully we didn’t need!) and came bounding up the stairs.  A few minutes later, Thanksgiving was saved and about 35 minutes after the fiasco began, my daughter (and cousin) were freed!

What is not captured in this photo was the number of people standing in the vestibule as the elevator doors opened.  When Hazel saw the men in uniform, the building’s engineers, a handful of family members and a very concerned Simon - I think she understood that this was not a “fun adventure.”

The next day, we came back to my parent’s place to pick up left-overs and as we stepped onto the elevator, Hazel raised her little eyebrows and held up her pointer finger and said to us in her most serious tone: You must be careful around alligators.  I assume she meant elevator, but even if not - her statement holds true.  :)

I have a feeling this will be one of those family holiday stories that is retold for years to come!

(photo credit: young Henry - fearless uncle and committed photog)

When I have a kid I hope he or she is this damn cool!

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