Saturday, May 7, 2011

Giraffe

So I think maybe it's time to explain the story behind the name of my blog.
Green is somewhat a no-brainer, but giraffe?
It goes back to my first date with Gabe
which was at 
the zoo.

The Northeast Wisconsin Zoo, that is, located in Green Bay, WI.

We were walking through the small zoo and came across this ramp that led to a lookout perched above the giraffe exhibit, where the staff was attracting a crowd to feed the giraffes.
We were a little out of place among the small kids accompanied by parents. Yet we --of course--had to feed the giraffes. Gabe bought us each a couple giraffe crackers and suggested I go first. The experience was similar to feeding an oatmeal cookie to a horse.
When it came time for Gabe's turn,
the opportunity for heroism presented itself quite gracefully as the kid who went after me became completely crestfallen at having used up her giraffe cookies, not to be replenished by stingy parents (although the crackers were a rip-off). 

"Here ya go--" Gabe broke in, "You can have mine."

I thought it was another of many attempts to win my admiration and approval, but little did I know that his behavior characterized a genuine interest in people, not just a way to win the chivalry award from his date. Gabe would do that for anyone, anytime, even and especially now.

"We'll take a trip to the animal zoo, and laugh at all the funny things the animals do." 

Green

I love using the color green. While helping me take down a tent in my verdant backyard, my (now) husband on our first date asked me what my favorite color was. 
Up to that point I'd never had a favorite color, so I said that God's favorite color was green. 
Little did I know then the irony of that statement. 
Green is like wearing cotton; it is dependable, the perfect mixture of calm comfort and fun. To me, something is right with Green when in nature's palette it is as essential as water.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Today was an emotional day

I finally cooked the two boxes of Hamburger Helper that have been sitting in my cupboard for over two years.
So call me extreme, I can't waste.
Neither can I commit to making gross, processed boxed dinners until the absolute perfect time.
I'm not sure how to describe when the perfect time would be.
All I know is that tonight is the night
we are having Classic Three Cheese  Hamburger Helper!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The inspirational 'do...hopefully.


So here it is...and I feel great! Gabe now calls me Posh Spice. 
We'll see how "poshy" I can be while the novelty lasts...
So far, I have foregone t-shirts five out of the six days I've had this haircut.
Assuming that for me, a neckline lower than my collarbone counts as a non-t-shirt.



hmmmm...resemblance? Just gotta work on those smoky eyes...

What is real...

Yet another insight in the bathroom before running off to class... 
First of all, I have not been able to follow a graffiti conversation since seventh grade, when a bathroom stall was more of a social network than facebook.

I have to admit that the maturity of content (if not method) of stall graffiti has improved since middle school. Instead of "I [heart] Stephen Camp" and "F*** Veronica Little" I entertain my short hygiene moment with inspirational axioms, witty phrases, and philosophical musings.  

What I read today made me laugh. 

She said she cried at least once each day not because she was sad but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
Life is too short to cry about it being short. ENJOY EACH DAY  
stop trying to be so deep. This is a bathroom stall
Yo. If you can't be real in a bathroom stall, where are you going to get real?






Haha. Point taken.