I’m Thinking of Planning a Trip…
…for next summer. I’m going to London and Paris with a group of students in June…but in July….
….I’m thinking Dublin, Barcelona, Prague, and Venice…? And maybe Warsaw and/or Amsterdam….?
Ja?
Emily B. Thinks
Live, Laugh, Love
Nom dinner tonight - garlic and leek shrimp in a white wine sauce, edamame, & rosemary olive oil bread..so good!! Paired with a mild Chardonnay and this girl is in heaven
Alright…I’ve finally convinced myself I’m a lazy-ass who eats too much cheese and chocolate and drinks too much wine and mimosas.
I just went on a 15-20 minute walk and mixed in a 2-minute jog and I about died. Not only was I basically limping back home, I was dying to catch my breath. This is not okay!!! I am 23 years old, not 70!! My body should not be in this much agony!
And so I am officially done being a carb-inhaling couch potato. It is time to seriously rethink my life choices.
Now, I’m not talking weight watchers or all-veggie diet or working out 7 days a week…let’s be realistic here. I still want to enjoy life…and my glass of wine every other day (ok, every day). But I am going to be more active. Here are my goals:
1. One yoga class a week, with 2 small yoga sessions at home (will up this to two classes a week and 3-4 yoga sessions at home once school is out and I’m back from Europe)
2. Walk/jog 3 times a week (eventually this will hopefully turn into a jog/run/brief walk 3 times a week)
3. Eat at least 2 home-cooked meals a week (that must include the major food groups)
4. DRINK MORE WATER
5. WILL EVEN ATTEMPT SMALL YOGA SESSIONS & WALKS/JOGS IN EUROPE EVEN IF IT MEANS WAKING UP AT THE CRACK OF DAWN (plus, who wouldn’t want to take a little jog along the Thames and the beaches of Normandy, right?) (Remember to pack work-out clothes for trip)
6. Eat breakfast every morning, even if it means a smoothie to go. MUST EAT BREAKFAST.
I know this is a total drama-queen-early-20s-omg-I’m-getting-older moment, but seriously. Dying here. Dying.
New motto: GET. IN. SHAPE.
In other news, I must reiterate that Christoph Waltz is a fucking genius, as he has proved himself again in Carnage, which I finally got to watch tonight.
Him with Kate Winslet in a drama-comedy with Jodie Foster and John C. Reilly…can’t get much better.
God, I love him. He has almost surpassed Tom Hanks in being my favorite actor (almost…)
The women are the strong ones
I have become ridiculously obsessed with this show.
(via schumannistic)
Two churches located across the street from each other. At least the Catholics have a sense of humor.
I LOL’ed.
(via christineforeal)
Sometimes…
I just need a big glass of cheap wine and cheesy songs like Selena Gomez singing Who Says?
100 years ago today, at 2:20am, the RMS Titanic sank in the middle of the north Atlantic after hitting an iceberg at about 11:40pm, April 14, 1912. 1,500 people died in the icy cold waters that fateful night. May they forever rest in peace.
(And yes, this is my homage on tumblr. There are some parts of history that people seem to grab onto and obsess about, and for whatever reason, I became obsessed with the Titanic and everything about it when I was 9 years old. Yes, part of that was because of James Cameron’s epic film with heartthrob Leo and beautiful Kate, but there was something more that captured me back then than a film. It was the 2,200 stories of the passengers on board. And the 1,500 stories that will be lost forever. There is something so tragic and yet somehow romantic about what happened 100 years ago, and I think that is why so many people are so fascinated by it. And so this is me expressing my fascination. RIP.)
Graphic: Who was on the Titanic when it sunk … and who got away
On the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking, the National Post graphics department takes a look inside the ship and at the demographics of those who lived and those who went down with the ship.
Related:
Graphic: Follow the Titanic to the bottom of the ocean
(via scdub)
I Survived
I survived the first round of severe storms/tornadoes that hit Oklahoma this weekend.
I was lucky enough to get home Friday afternoon just in time for a tornado to touch down in Norman, where I live. I don’t have any rooms with all interior walls, so I thought I’d be smart and stuff myself in a 2x3ft closet in the middle of my house that does have all interior walls. I will never be doing that again. For the following reasons:
1) If I’m ever under a tornado warning again, I will not be alone. And two people cannot fit in that closet. So we will either not be in my house or we will be in my guest bathroom in the bathtub with a mattress over us just like Gary England taught me when I was little.
2) That closet is way too small. Way. Too. Small.
3) I could see out my back door from where I was. I feel as though you should not be able to look outside if you are hiding from a tornado.
4) CELL PHONES DON’T WORK IN TORNADOES. For some strange reason, the only people who could get my texts and I could get theirs were my brother’s and sister-in-law’s, sometimes. Talk about being freaked out. Alone, in a box, during a tornado, with no way to contact basically anyone. Never again, my friends. I’m getting a landline tomorrow.
5) I would also like to note that I will never again listen to Mike Morgan during a tornado warning. When you say things like, “if you look at the top right corner of your screen,” “Highway 77 and Robinson (when there’s technically 2 77 and Robinson’s)”, and “the tornado is…uh….here,” I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING BECAUSE I AM NOT WATCHING YOU. I AM HIDING FROM THE TORNADO THAT YOU CAN’T SEEM TO FIND. Scary Gary is my main man, sorry ‘boutcha KFOR.
6) Hiding from a tornado by yourself in a house that really does not provide any protection whatsoever is probably one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had, and I do not wish to experience it again…pretty much ever. I think I’m going to look into how much a storm shelter costs. No joke.
Call me dramatic, but holy freaking wow, scariest moment of my life.
Especially when I could SEE and HEAR the swirling, howling wind of a tornado somewhere near me but the meteorologist on TV couldn’t find it. Dudes. DUDES. So scary.
I waited out the remainder of this weekend’s storms in the comfort of my parents house in south Edmond. And although there were no more severe storms in central OK, I’m still glad I went there as opposed to staying home ALONE the rest of the weekend.
Thoughts and prayers to the people of Woodward, OK. They got hit the hardest in Oklahoma, and the tornado that hit after midnight Saturday/Sunday knocked out all but one of their sirens, thus their only warning was if they happened to have the TV or radio on.
Also sending thoughts and prayers to those affected in Kansas, Nebraska, and Iowa, and those in the storms’ wake today. This is scary shiz, and I don’t wish this kind of weather on anyone. Plus…had the predictions been right about location, all of that devastation could have been right here at home, and I can’t even imagine having to deal with that.
It’s officially tornado season in Oklahoma. Word.
