That Great Coffee Smell

You know how great it is to walk into a coffee shop and smell delicious coffee roasting?  I love that, especially as the weather starts to cool down and things feel almost fall-ish. The only sad thing is that my take on the “good coffee smell” changed a lot right after college.  I worked at…

19 Again

As I type this, I’m drinking out of a 2-liter Coke Zero bottle.  You’ll see why that’s relevant in a minute. I was going to write this long story about my bad eating habits.  Instead, I want to quote something that Scott said last night.  I told him about my dinner as my stomach growled…

Celebrating Spatulas

I’ve been faithfully not participating in Valentine’s Day for years.  I wouldn’t say that I’m a Valentine’s Scrooge exactly, but that statement would be bordering on truth.  You will absolutely not find me in a pink or red shirt on February 14. In high school, I dealt with the holiday by celebrating Spatula Day instead. …

I Dub Thee “You’ve Got Mail Day”

I’m revamping the “About” section of the blog day, so check it out and pretend it’s another post if you’d like.  It will be a couple of hours between this moment and the moment when anything is changed there, however.  Patience, grasshopper. And now for the promised You’ve Got Mail moment.  That’s one of my…

17 Again

In 10.5 short hours, my best friend from high school will show up on my doorstep, and I’ll be transported to the mental state of a seventeen year-old.  I’m pretty excited about that.  It’s not that I want to be excessively giggly or dramatic, which I think we both avoided fairly well for teenage girls. …

Current Anne

Isn’t it strange how certain smells and sounds and even songs can conjure up the same memory every time you run into them?  The smell of boxwood plants always reminds me of eating watermelon in the summer at my great uncle’s farmhouse.  I’m seven years old again every time I smell them. For the past…

Of Dogs and Mail: Henry and Claude

Picking up a friend’s mail this week (he’s out of town, I’m not stealing mail or anything) has reminded me of some other house-sitting-ish experiences from my past, so let me take you back to 2006, when a young me was living on her own for the first time. This was post-college, pre-Peanut, and I…