这位是红瑞。她昨天晚上给我做了一顿非常好的晚餐，并且我一直用筷子吃的。还有，她有一个非常漂亮的小鼻子。

This is Hongrui. She is a great chief chef. Sometimes she reads my horoscope to me followed by really helpful advice:

“Christina, it says you fall in love this month!  You will have much more charmness.  Dress up and go out, girl!”

Oh man, it looks like I’m going to be very busy these next 8 days of November:)

Or are bumpy flights from one side of the country to the other so conducive to pensiveness?
Maybe it wasn’t the plane ride at all though-maybe it was the events leading to it.

Isn’t is frustrating to always be thinking but never knowing?
Maybe it isn’t frustrating at all though-maybe it is life-giving.

Don’t you just hate it when you hear a song for the first time but already know the next lyrics?
Me too. I really hate that.

Thanks Delta. You’re great. Really.

Pretend you are here too.

Seattle WA

We don’t really have a plan…but there is a romance to the spontaneity of it all.

Did you know that New York City gives me butterflies? Because it does.

Since I’m an idiot and believe that each state can be traveled in it’s entirety within half an hour, I let the bride in on my master plan:

“I think I want to spend the week in New York City. So, I will probably get a hotel there and just take the subway or something to Rochester that day.”
14 minute pause (possibly 3 seconds in real time)
“Well, New York City is like 6 hours away…and we don’t really have a subway.”
All I said was “oh okay” but I guess she could tell I was taking it quite hard.
She quickly interrupted my pity party with a cheerful “But it’s super close to Canada-Niagara Falls is like an hour away!”

SOLD!

I booked a wedding in Rochester, NY today.  It’s at the end of June 2010.
I want to take a week or so trip and I’m not coming back until I see Niagara Falls.
If you’re reading this, I want you to come with me.

No one believes “The more the merrier” more than I do today.

NYC December 2008.

What if I stop saying “listen” before every sentence and start saying “look”.
It will be hard-but I want to go crazy with this new year.

My grandparents celebrated their 70th Anniversary and I think that is just insane (for lack of a more romantic or celebratory word.)

Can you imagine liking the same person for 70 years?
I can’t. I tried.

I tried to think about the longest I’ve ever liked a boy and I think it was in the 12th grade. I liked the same boy for 8 months. 8 whole months. And I thought I deserved a medal or something for hanging on to a feeling so long. Not that it was hard to like him-he never came to my house without a handful of flowers…granted, these were flowers he picked out of his grandmothers garden-and I’m sure she did not appreciate it, but I did. I remember he was just learning to play the guitar so he would write me songs and strum all 2 chords he knew.  I didn’t even care that the lyrics were obvious rip-offs.  Okay, that’s not true. I did care. I cared a lot. I just didn’t know how much I cared until later. If I could go back in time I would say “Sweetheart, you know that I listen to David Grey too, right?”

Anyways, my grandparents have been married for 70 years.
I think they are just precious.
And they still love each other…
or maybe it would just be too much of a hassle to divorce at the age of 89 and neither of them have experienced the wonderful joys of the world wide web so eharmony is just out of the question.
Plus I think they got a lot of gift cards to fancy restaurants.

Happy Anniversary to two people I could like for 70 years!

There is just something about November and I can’t stay away.
I will give you what I’ve got-a crooked heart and a nervous laugh.

SAYS WHO????

I guess it’s because most people want to talk about themselves.
I guess it’s because I want to talk about the sunset.

Sentence by sentence.
Sunset by sunset.

You always want to know.
I always want to feel.

Do you think we over shared our hearts? Do you think that is even possible?
I just want to be warm.