Month: November, 2009

My Grateful List.

It’s that time of year … Thanksgiving. It is already restless here in my office as students and professors alike are gearing up to leave. My sister and I will soon be on the road, headed to visit our family. And that leads me to my first thankful, my sister.

We weren’t always close. We did the routine fighting and backstabbing, but somewhere along the way, we became friends. And then best friends. Without her, I just wouldn’t be able to function. I can always count on her to be honest. She puts me in my place while letting me do my occasional whining. (That’s very important) She’s my soulmate. 

Next on my grateful list is … outside. 

I am blessed to come from a beautiful hometown. While Lubbock isn’t exactly what I would call  beautiful, I still get to experience everyday bits of beauty. 

Sometimes you just have to search a bit harder. But it’s there. 

I’m also grateful for my apartment. It’s my first semester out of the dorms and while I miss the hustle and bustle, I love the charm of having my own niche. 

I’m also thankful for … chinese. I’ve never eaten chinese food alone. To me, chinese food means community. To me, there isn’t anything better than good food with good people. (Which explains why I love Thanksgiving so much!)

I’m grateful for … music. Enough said. 

And last … love. Not romantic love, but unconditional love. Lasting love. Family love. Friendship love. 

I encourage you, take some time this week to think about what truly makes life rich. But more than that, I encourage you to do this daily. Be grateful EVERYDAY. It makes live so much simpler. It makes life good.


Post Secret.

Here are my Sunday highlights:

-Church with my sister

-Sunday Lunch

-Sunday nap/black and white movie or musical

-new Post Secrets.

There is something so intriguing about reading a stranger’s secret. What happened during their childhood? Has it gotten better since the secret was written? Does anyone else know? Is it really the secret of the girl who sits next to me in biology? Is it my biology teacher?

But my favorite secrets are the few that I relate with, the secrets that could’ve come from me. 

Secrets are such a funny thing. Sharing them makes a connection, a bond between two parties. Sometimes we’re more prone to share secrets with strangers, knowing we’ll never see them again. Some secrets really are better kept just that, secret. Some we’ll never share and some we wish we could. 

My experience? Secrets have a way of reaching the surface, no matter how deep they lie. 

Here are a few of my favorites from this past blog:

What would your secret say?

What Lauren Said.

This past weekend, I went on a trip with my family to celebrate my mother’s birthday. On the trip, which had been a complete surprise for my mother, nothing went according to plan. The present, a 20 lap drive around a Nascar track, was cancelled, we were turned around more times on the freeway than I’ve been in three years of Texas driving, and it literally rained on our parade. It should’ve been a failure.

But it wasn’t. We had a fabulous time. And I began thinking 

about plans. My dad worked for weeks, months, planning the perfect weekend for my mother, only for it to crumble. 

I make a lot of plans. I like plans. I 

like organization and drive. Yet I’ve slowly been learning, after many unexpected adventures, that plans aren’t always the best way to arrive at a destination. Sometimes, at night, I look back over the events of the day, smiling at the spontaneous moments that flittered in. Some are good, some aren’t as good. I don’t always plan for a bad grade on a test and I certainly don’t plan to trip on a curb while speed-walking to class. Yet on the flipside, I don’t always plan for an unexpected guest to drop by the apartment, or to find a sweet card from my grandmother in the mail. I’ve begun to realize, day in and day out, life just isn’t going according to my plans.

And that is a good thing. 

It’s an odd moment, when you realize this for the first time, when the light bulb inside your comic book bubble lights. Then the problems that surfaced during the day aren’t as pressing, for the answer may visit as quickly as the problem. There’s a lyric in a Death Cab song that always reminds me that life is all up to chance: “And it came to me then, that every plan, is a tiny prayer to Father Time.” Nothing is promised. 

Plans are just that–outlines. Vague ideas of what the future could hold. VAGUE. Life simply has too many variable to plan ahead. And yes, planning ahead is incredibly necessary, but flexibility even more so. The trip with my mother was planned, but flexibility is what made the trip enjoyable. And as we were driving the last miles home, my mom look at my dad, smiled and said,” At least this is a trip I’ll never forget.”

Can we really ask for more that that?

Dance Dance.

This never fails to make me grin. Have a great Saturday!

Have a good morning.

Since moving into my apartment, it’s taken me much longer to get ready each morning. Reason? I’ve added a new tradition: sit-down breakfast. There isn’t anything I enjoy as much as a bowl of oatmeal and a cup full of blueberry pomegranate tea. But the eating isn’t the best part, its taking stock of my upcoming day. It’s a chance to breath for the first time, to think sweet thoughts before the day gets to hectic, and to remember what’s truly important. 

So I challenge you to cherish the beginning of each day. It makes the middle and end so much more enjoyable. 



Goodness. I’ve been thinking thinking thinking lately. Have you ever missed someone? Truly missed someone? I can’t decide if missing dulls over time, or one simply grows immune to the feeling. Either way, I hate it. I absolutely hate missing people. 

I very much strive to live in the present. And missing, missing just feels like an invitation to dwell in the past. And I hate past dwellers. 

There’s a bit of a Regina Spektor song that I really like:

“This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t

You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath”

Which reminds me of a saying I read on a tea bag that has stuck with me: “I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.” Easier said than done, I know. We miss the things in our lives that were truly good. 

So back to the subject of missing: Is missing a reflection of personal strength (or lack thereof), or is it an emotion that should be carefully examined? If I miss someone, is it taking away from my current situation? 

There are two types of missing: Knowing when and where you will see that person again, and not knowing when and where or if you’ll see that person again. 

I believe the first is excusable. And the second, inexcusable. 

I’m a harborer. I know that. It’s a problem. I hold on so much longer than I should. Or maybe I’m just female. But the point is: We must let go of things in our lives to make room for the truly great things. The problem with the previous statement is that what is known is comfortable, and for most, comfortable is simply good enough. 

But I don’t want to be comfortable. I don’t want to settle for good. I want great. I want marvelous. 

Because sometimes missing, just leads to missing out. And I won’t miss out. 



hats and tights.

Fall is my absolute favorite season. And I don’t say that about any other season. I was lucky enough to have been born into a town that experienced all four. But fall is my favorite

Here is a personal list of fall indulgences:

1.   Pumpkin Spice Lattes

2.   Leaves changing.

3.   Approaching holidays. (I’m already listening to Christmas music. Forget Halloween.)

4.   Indian Summer (and all literary/lyrical references referring to Indian Summers)

5.   Scarves and other such fall accessories.

The best thing about fall fashion is that you get the perks without feeling incredibly cold. I get to wear my peacoat without feeling like I should be wearing a 0 degree parka. But yesterday I found a new favorite thing. My new black and gray hat. After spending twenty minutes debating in the store with my mother (a.k.a. the queen of returns), and mentally referencing You’ve Got Mail (“I’m sure she was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat which will turn out to be a mistake, which all hats usually are.”), I purchased the hat in blind faith. And what a great purchase it was. 

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Another new favorite this fall season is tights and shorts. I’m a tights fanatic. I was wearing them WAY before they were cool. My favorite pair has lasted me since my junior year of high school. That is a great pair of tights. But thanks to the stylings of Zooey Deschanel, I was inspired to try it myself. Thanks Ms. Deschanel. 

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Enjoy Fall. It only comes once a year.


I was feeling a bit drab the other day and needed a walk. This is what I saw:








Sometimes I forget that there really IS beauty everywhere. Even in flat Lubbock, Texas.


Today, during a visit with my mother, she told me two things:

“Lauren, I never thought you’d be this eccentric.”


“I like seeing the reactions to what you wear.”


If you knew me at all in high school, particularly the early years, you’d find these statements funny as well. From the eight to the tenth grade, I wore one brand: Roxy. Why I started this, I have no idea. I just know that I thought I needed to be perceived one particular way, and that was how I went about it. 

When I was in the eleventh grade, I bought a dress. When I tried it on for my dad, he said, “That’s brave.” (My friends affectionately call this the gravy boat dress)

It was the first time I stepped out of my comfort  zone to wear something I liked. 

I never bought another article of Roxy clothing after that day. 

Now I can quite confidently say that I wear what I like. I love hearing people say “Only you could pull that off.”

My secret? That statement isn’t true. Those people just choose to believe that they can’t.

My sister, the art major, calls people walking canvases. I like that. When you wake up, you CHOOSE what goes on your body that day. It’s a statement. 

I feel quoting Audrey Hepburn is most appropriate here: “I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people’s minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing.” And she did. 

That’s a bit how I feel. What is style? What is the difference in style and IN STYLE? 

Being comfortable in your own skin.

So are you in style or IN STYLE?

Top 5 Stanley Tucci Films.

I love Stanley Tucci. He’s great. He’s versatile. He deserves his own list. 

#5: The Terminal/America’s Sweethearts


I included two movies in this category because his character is rather similar. He plays a successful hard-ass who is used to getting what he wants. The Villain, (but a loveable villain) neigh, the modern villain. The cooperate villain. I love the stubbornness both characters ooze. We all can relate. Unfortunately. 

#4: The Devil Wears Prada

Devil Wears Prada

Who doesn’t love Tucci’s character in this flick? While the movie bombed, the characters created by both Tucci and Meryl Streep (list to follow soon) stole the show. Tucci plays a gay magazine editor who words bellow the editor of a major magazine. What a difference compared to his character in The Terminal and America’s Sweethearts. 

#3: A Midsummer’s Nights Dream

A Midsummer Nights Dream

The picture says it all. Tucci plays Puck, a fairy messing with destiny in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. While the character is smaller, he shines. Literally. I’m sure there was a good bit of glitter used in this role. 

#2: Julie and Julia


I don’t know a single female who has seen Julie and Julia that didn’t wish for a husband like Paul Child. He plays an incredibly supportive french husband to the late great Julia Child. One of the best movies I had seen in a long while. 

#1: The Lovely Bones


I know, this last one is cheating because I actually haven’t seen the movie yet. However, the trailer is creepy, his glasses are creepy, and I just might have nightmares. Dare I say the word versatile one more time?