They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. If that were the case for me, my husband’s heart would be broken. And he’d have the stomach virus. It’s not that I don’t want to be a good cook and God knows I try. My large cookbook library and grocery bills will prove it. But I promise you, give me even the easiest recipe and I’m guaranteed to screw it up somehow. I don’t get it… my grandma’s a great cook, my mom whips up amazing recipes all the time, and even my dad can work some magic given the right mood and a good grill. Somehow though, that gene magically skipped me. Poor Adi gets heart palpitations every time I get near a kitchen. Not only is my food inedible half the time, but my clumsiness follows me in there as well. Since trying this cooking thing out, I’ve managed to break half my plates, set off all the smoke detectors, burnt holes in my kitchen towels, and melted my plastic bowls because I turned the wrong burners on. You name it, I’ve done it. And in true Diana form, today was no different. Here you have the result of me attempting to PLACE my glass cookware on my counter top. To any of you, this task may seem like a no-brainer. Something that comes as second nature. But to me? This is rocket science and can go very, very wrong.  Which is really why I should be banned from the kitchen. Forever.

Something’s off with this. Pointing to my face, that’s what I told Adi yesterday on our way to church. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but something was way wrong. I went through the possibilities with him…makeup? hair? tan? color of shirt? all of the above? To which my ever so sweet husband replied, yes, yes…there is something definietly wrong… IN YOUR HEAD.  Pffft…much help he is.

I’ve been looking forward to this week for quite some time. I have the entire time off and can enjoy my time editing, reading books, and lying on the beach. I was especially excited for the lying on the beach part. Alas, Monday has arrived and instead of gracing me with warmth, the sun is hiding its UV-B stricken-face behind dark clouds of rain. COWARD. The Twilight look just doesn’t seem to work as well for me as it does for Bella so I desperately need some color. Something about a tan just makes everything right in the world. And the not-quite-right-with-my-face thing? I’m praying that’s the problem…

This has NOTHING to do with anything but Adi took this picture of me workin’ my new lens over the weekend and I like it so much, I’m willing to forgive him for saying there was something wrong with my head. Don’t hate on me for holding my camera the way I do…I’m special like that. I’ve got tons of exciting photoshoots to post this week but until then, I hope everyone has a great Monday!!

My mother always taught me that if I had nothing nice to say, then I shouldn’t say anything at all. So I won’t go too deep into how messed up your roads are and how I got so lost this past weekend, I seriously thought about pulling over, kicking the mailbox I kept passing (at least 10 times), and writing your road designer a letter with a few “suggestions”. I also won’t talk about how ridiculously ridiculous your airport is. Two trains and one metro later, I was finally at my terminal.  And the traffic? It didn’t matter if it was 9am or 3pm, there was always traffic. Nonetheless…I won’t go into too much detail about those things.

Instead, I’ll focus on the nice things about you. The things I loved and couldn’t get enough of. Like your weather and how happy I am that your sun was bright and warm with the perfect cool breeze. I loved your trees full of pink and white blooms that reminded me of how much I adore the spring. I enjoyed your parks and the wonderful peaceful scenery that surrounded me. Even though your road system is not cool, I enjoyed driving past the charming neighborhoods and pretty lakes. Your cafes are perfect and your cupcakes are too die for. Your mall and tucked away fashion boutiques are my favorite so far and I’m still kicking myself for being sensible and leaving those H&M shoes at the counter. Not happy about that. Georgia, you take good care of my family and I love visiting them when I’m in your neck of woods. I loved how country you were but still had a city to escape to. Though my visit was short, I promise to return and spend more time with you soon. I’ll just be sure to charge my GPS and bring a backup one just in case.

With love & gratitude,

Me

P.S. Here’s a picture that I took of your beautiful spring. I was actually lost when I decided to pull over and take some pictures rather than kick the poor mailbox…

Happy Monday!!

Late Monday night I started to feel a tiny sore throat.  I chalked it up to talking an excessive amount and went to sleep. Yesterday, the sore throat continued, along with a runny nose and a big head. The stuffy kind… not the vain kind. By last night, I was sprawled out in bed drinking hot tea and whining to anyone that would listen. Lucky Adi gets to hear most of it. Today, I’m surrounded by crumpled up tissues, OJ, and hot soup. This would all be fine and dandy had it been any other time. As luck would have it though, I am stuck in bed right before finals and a big destination shoot this weekend. The rest of this week was all planned out: work like crazy to finish up a big final project, prepare presentation for Thursday, and pack to leave on Friday. I’m not exactly sure how any of this will get done but for now, all I want to do is sleep and pray for a Vitamin C intervention. Home remedies are also welcome in the comment box…at this point, I’ll try anything…as long as it doesn’t crawl or was once alive…hey, there’s some CRAZY stuff on google.

Personally, I think every post is better with a picture so here’s what’s right next to my tissues and OJ and brings a smile to my face. My girlfriends got me a balloon for my birthday this past weekend and wrote words that they think describe me. I love how clumsy stood out first to me…and I love my girls.