bird by bird

I love this song by Regina Spektor. a whole lot. I wanted to post the song so I made a quick video of pictures I took with my friends on NYE last year.

From Corrina, Corrina.. my sister bought it for me for Christmas. MOLLY Hey, Daddy-Oh! Every cat talks to God in his own way and God understands Chinese. So Corrina says, don't be jealous of the angels. Bo-Daddy-Bo! MANNY What did Corrina say? MOLLY Well, Corrina said that you're jealous of the angels. MANNY Why? MOLLY Because they get to spend all that time with Mommy. MANNY Molly, listen to me, okay? The heaven, the angels, and all that, it's just something that people make up so they won't feel sad anymore. MOLLY Well... what's wrong with that?

Miss you. You.

This is from the movie Penelope . The movie is whimsical and interesting (even if it is for 12 year old tweens). During this scene of the movie, the main character, Penelope, is playing a game of chess with her love interest. I don't know how to play chess.. I'm more of a checkers girl, myself, but I think it is an interesting concept that the Queen's death ends the game. I probably have more say about this but not today. Penelope: What are you doing instead? Max: [after a pause] Beating you at chess. Penelope: I warned you I'd kill her. Max: Well that's great, because, you know what? As soon as my guys hear what you've done... Penelope: The game will be over, your Queen'll be dead. Max: My King's still pretty... active. You know? Penelope: Once the Queen is dead, the King is useless. Max: What's that about? Penelope: I don't know. Maybe he's too depressed to fight. He really loved her, you know.

My mom keeps saying she needs to go outside and weed eat. It's December. She means snow blow. I stopped correcting her after the 4th time.

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. 

The other day I watched 500 days of Summer with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. They're both adorable, but is it strange that I have a crush on Zooey, not Joseph? Anyway, I loved the movie.. the wardrobe, the soundtrack, the animation, everything. Especially this scene: McKenzie: [drunk] So do you have a boyfriend? Summer: No. McKenzie: Why not? Summer: Because I don’t want one. McKenzie: Come on; I don’t believe that. Summer: You don’t believe that a woman could enjoy being free and independent? McKenzie: Are you a lesbian? Summer: [laughing] No I’m not a lesbian. I just, don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s girlfriend. I don’t actually feel comfortable being anyone’s anything. McKenzie: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Summer: Really? McKenzie: Nope. Summer: Ok, let me break it down for you– McKenzie: Break it down! Summer: Ok. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it?

I am 23 years old. I've had 22 Christmases with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, cats, and dogs and 21 Christmases with my dad. 22 Christmases with turkey and mashed potatoes, pie and lefsa. I've gone to bed 8 Christmas Eve nights anticipating Santa Claus and 23 Christmas Eve nights knowing my stocking would be filled in the morning. I have had 6 Christmases in my old house in Waubay, 16 Christmases in our old house in Watertown, and today, our first Christmas in our new house in Watertown. Thanks to snow/life, this year was different: no grandparents, no aunts or uncles, no dogs, no turkey dinner, no dad. This year, things were very different. But it was good. Appetizers instead of turkey and stuffing. 3 of us instead of 30 of us. Snow, snow, snow. Ho, Ho, Ho. Merry Christmas!!

I met up with High School friends tonight. I thought it would be weird, But it wasn't. It turns out that I'm not the only one who changed grew up evolved.

Let's say I had to make a list of 10 people in this world that I think really "get me".. I mean really get me.. not that they're just like me.. not that they always know what I'm thinking or agree with me.. but they just seem to understand who I am and where I'm coming from.  The way that art or words or music affects me, affects them. A look or a facial expression between us prompts a burst of laughter or a silent understanding.. I've found this "get me" factor is both rare and random. Some of these connections have been severed by death and some by oceans. Some I see every night as  I say to her "See you in the effing morning" and some I haven't seen since July during the fireworks when he walked past me and I tried to catch him to say "hello, my how things have changed." Some of these people keep in touch and some whose touch I miss. Some will notice my messed up pronouns. Some won't. Some will read this and know

Th ursday, Dec 24 High: 29 °F RealFeel®: 8 °F Blizzard conditions with strong winds, low visibility and heavy snow, accumulating 4-8"

Here is the Co-MOH (co-Maid of Honor) speech that TB and I whipped up. It's cheesy and sentimental but heartfelt. Congrats Mr. and Mrs. SG! A: When I went through recruitment at USD, I met a skinny high-pitched west river girl and I didn’t know what to think of her. Little did I know that 5 years later I would be giving a Maid of Honor speech at her wedding. Tanya and I are so grateful for Theta for bringing us all together as we grew in faith, hope, and love. And now we are here today to celebrate Scott and Sena’s journey in faith, hope, and love. T: First, Faith. Throughout the years that Sena and Scott have been together, they have had to have a lot of faith in each other. They have had faith in each other and faith in God, which has brought them here today. Scott has faith that Sena can whip up a delicious feast out of the nothingness in their fridge. Sena has had faith that Scott will get her out of sticky situations... such as driving her car into their apa

Miss SA became Mrs. SG this weekend!!! The wedding and reception was held at Fountains Ballroom in Glenwood, IA, which was absolutely enchanting. The pictures don't begin to do it justice. Click here for their website and gallery.

Today my mom bought me the book He's Just Not That Into You. Apparently, she thinks I need reminding. I know mom. No one's into me. I get it. Just kidding. But seriously.

This video was taken Christmas Eve 2007; it was our last Christmas as a family of four. Our house was trashed with wrapping paper, all our relatives had gone home, and my dad assumed his position at the piano. He played Christmas carols at first but couldn't resist doing some freestyle. I love that this video focuses on his hands.

Yes! I juuuust finished final revisions on my expat paper.. and by final revisions, I mean all the changes that my friend DS suggested. My favorite suggestion was to use the word "struck" instead of "hit" because it's longer. I'm not sure if DS was trying to be helpful because my paper was 12.5 font and I said, "Don't you dare take anything out" or if he was mocking me because I said, "My paper is too short. Will you take out all the short adjectives and replace them with longer ones?" Either way, I am quite pleased with his feedback, and I'm ready to send this bad boy off. DS Feedback: Tell Me How You Really Feel In case you can't decipher his handwriting: "If you explain this one more time I swear to God..." "Really. No. Say this..."

I hate talking on the phone. Hate it. I prefer just about any other mode of communication other than talking on the phone. But as my life has taken my friends and family and placed them in different zip codes, I have been forced to deal with this annoyance. Tonight I had a great talk with TB and realized that it's really not so bad, to talk on the phone. In fact, I'm going to go out in a limb here and say that maybe I'm starting to actually enjoy it. It's great to hear a familiar voice, something that facebook posts and emails can't provide. It's great to hear laughter, too. Yeah, this phone thing isn't so bad after all! Call me. I promise I'll answer now. Oh, and TB: I'm excited for your latest development and can't wait to get awkward-giggles with you very soon!

Yeah... Thanks, Billy.

I feel the exact same way

An excerpt from Greta Schiller's documentary "Paris Was A Woman" (DVD, 2004) about famous lesbian writer Natalie Barney and her friends Renee Vivien, Romaine Brooks, Gabrielle Sidonie Colette, etc. We watched this film in my Women Writers of the Left Bank class. It's wonderful. I gave a presentation about Natalie Barney in class and re-discovered this clip... I'm currently immersed in expatriate women writers, specifically Gertrude Stein and Janet Flanner as they are the topic of my final paper for the class.  Although I'm not too fond of this paper, I have loved learning about the expatriate community. It reminds me of my favorite expatriate, EH, my good friend who is living and studying in Paris this year. Her blog is my insight into Paris today.

Yeah, yeah. The content warning.. I know. But I like it. It makes me feel edgy.

My friend Cee-Ann (Sean) sent me a recording of him singing "Irreplaceable" by Beyonce while playing his keyboard. It sounded good. So does this video. I think this is more the result of my loving anything that involves Beyonce and less the result of successful covers. Introducing Kina Grannis. She's adorable. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7036E-Ngww8

I have the Best Secret Santa ever. Red starburst and red skittles. And Anne Lamott. Not a hot pocket, that was mine.   I love red. Don't write on yourself with brown marker. The next day it looks red. That is disturbing. Especially on your wrists. Especially in December.

This week we (my mom) is finally closing the sale on the old house. I'm going home for the signing of papers and to say goodbye to the house I called home from 4th grade until now.  It's a house that holds a lot of family memories, good memories and as of late, some not-so-good memories too.  I should be more nostalgic and/or sad about the final goodbye, but I think that because there have been so many goodbyes in the last 18 months, I've become numb to change. My plans, my address, my friends, and my perspective have all changed/evolved so drastically that closing another door for the last time doesn't seem so daunting anymore.  And too, the idea of "home" is pretty fluid, it seems, to most 20-somethings. This reminds me of a scene from Garden State .  Andrew Largeman : You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, tha

My friend LS just said: "Everything is better with cheese. Especially research papers."

Last December I was But  I am found.

Gather the animals in two's, please!  http://www.thepublicopinion.com/news/local_news/article_3e288fae-e5a4-11de-8b3b-001cc4c03286.html

   I get to see my friend MM in 8 days. She loves hot air balloons and brie cheese. and rap music. She has the best laugh. Today she told me: "After being obsessed with vampires... I don't think a man will ever truly love me like I want him to." I don't feel the same way about vampires. But I do feel the same way about men.

"I just typed "thesaurus" into the thesaurus. I think that might break the internet." -KG

I watched Love Actually last night.. one of my all time favorite movies, especially this time of year. The combination of Christmas music and British accents is so lovely. So is the beginning scene: “Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”

This is a photo from my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary party that my mom and her siblings threw over Thanksgiving weekend. 50 years is a lot of years, after all. I wish everyone could make it to 50. I love this picture so much because my grandma is trying to kiss my grandpa and he looks absolutely repulsed. I envision my own (supposed) marriage to be something like this.

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, and they liked spending time together. They made each other laugh and shared more inside jokes than they could remember. Their friends were friends and they liked their friends. Sometimes they dated their friends and kissed their friends. They liked each other as friends. The boy and girl liked to be young and have fun and dance and laugh and celebrate. They liked summer and college and music . They liked each other. But their timing was always off. Sometimes she was available, and sometimes he wasn't. Sometimes he was staying, and sometimes she was leaving . Then, one night the timing was right. He kissed her, and it was right. But the next day, a very bad thing happened, and the girl's world fell apart. Feelings grew stronger for the girl, both good feelings and bad feelings. She needed an angel, and she thought the boy was her angel. He made her feel safe. With him, she didn't feel so alone. Maybe the boy was her angel for

Tomorrow is my roommate and fellow Manda-Panda's birthday! In her honor, I am posting a link to her tumblr. I love pictures and words, and she does an beautiful job of putting them together. Happy Birthday Roommate! http://amandabarton.tumblr.com/

A Sista Email... one of my favorite kinds! Dear Amanda, At the wake last night I saw your Mom and Allison.  It was great to greet them even if it was only a couple of minutes.  I miss you more now that we are talking about putting up the Christmas cribs.  I am not sure why that reminds me more of you.  We also started teaching at Norswiss dairy.  It is 30 miles to the north on hwy 81.  We don't sing piano man on the trip. Will you be able to stop in when you are here for Christmas or come to Mass with Mom and Allison? Maybe you would like to come and visit with Edyta.  She is faithful in coming to class.  How long will you be on vacation? We keep busy as I am sure you are also.  It sounds like your classes are harder that teaching English 101. Have blesses Advent days and I hope you can visit us. Love,  Ida This picture was taken last December. The Multicultural Center puts up a display of nativity scenes from around the world. Sister Veronica, Sister Teresa Ann, and

I read this and I underlined it. I don't know why. It has no significance to the story or really to anything. But any quote with the words feel, love, pain, heart, and comfort  is too sen-tastic (sentimental + fantastic) to go to waste. So it's getting some show time this morning. "I could feel the long swift fingers of love untying the terrible knot of pain that bound my head. And I put my arms around him and lay close to his heart in comfort." From "Black Boy" by Kay Boyle Doesn't it just make you want to hug??

Vh1 re-introduced me to this song tonight. Sooo good. I'm buying it on iTunes. Don't judge.

I have a terrorizing fear that one day I'm going to be listening to something weird/embarrassing/inappropriate on my computer and accidentally forget to plug my headphones in all the way thus revealing my weird/embarrassing/inappropriate taste in music to all who are in earshot. Why do I have this seemingly irrational fear? Because it already happened. twice. in the cubes. and once more. today. in the library. awwwkwarrrd. "Bacon is good for me!"

PostSecret: Confessions on Life, Death and God from Frank Warren on Vimeo .

I've already posted this peppy website.. but it just makes me feel so peppy that I have to post it again! http://dailypeptalkfromabestfriend.com/ ___________________________________ Slack on. Pep talk: Ya know what feels great? Coasting. Going with the flow and doing the little bits of work you're assigned. So stop being annoyed that you're not given more responsibility. Responsibility is a bitch. Today remind yourself: Slack on.

I'm preparing a presentation about expatriate literary salons in Paris in the early 20th century, and I am focusing on Natalie Barney's salon, Rue Jacob No. 20. I am reading her biography and am becoming enchanted by a woman who apparently enchanted many. Here is one description of her that reminds me of some women I know. This is the type of woman I would like to become. “As we’ve seen, Natalie had been in training her entire life to take on this role, learning from her own mother how to wow a crowd. Beyond this, she had an intuitive sense of how to make people feel special. She instinctively found and stressed commonalities, put shy souls at ease, and gave flight to the wit and brilliance of others. Most people who met Natalie for the first time walked away feeling that they had made an exciting new friend—one who appreciated their best qualities” (180). Wild Heart: A Life Natalie Clifford Barney and the Decadence of Literary Paris

Tonight I heard the sad news of another dad/husband/friend called away to the 'Big Guy in the Sky', and I am at a loss for words. Pain is pain and sometimes it seems that that's all there is. It just gets moved around from person to person. 495 days ago, there was nothing anyone could say to take the pain away. 495 days later, there isn't anything I can say to make someone else's pain go away. No one is safe, and the more we meet, know, learn, and love, the more risk there is for loss and heartache and sadness and grief. People leave holes that can never be filled. My wordless prayers are with the Rick Hanson family.

So here's what happened.. One night in October, I was complaining about my everlasting facebook addiction and general facebook annoyances with my roommate. We decided to drink some beer and de-friend facebook friends if they fit under certain criterion: DELETE IF... 1. I would not smile or say hello to this person if I ran into them at Hy-Vee 2. This person was updating their status more than three times a day causing a monopoly on my mini-feed 3. I would never want this person to be at my wedding 4. I haven't thought of this person in the last 6 months 5. This person has a new last name and I didn't even know she was dating anyone 6. The only thing we have in common is our graduation date from High School 7. I creep on this person too much 8. This person shouldn't be able to know what I am doing with my life 9. This person did not offer interesting pictures or occasionally have an interesting status update 10. It would be weird to wish this person a happy b

So I'm not completely convinced that I believe in the whole dream-interpretation stuff... but some of my dreams are so bizarre, I can't help but google them. This week I had an eerily realistic dream that someone from my past was giving me a foot massage, and it felt amaaazing, even though I don't normally like foot massages. Here is the explanation I found: "Massage -- To dream that you are getting a massage, suggests that you are lacking sensual or sexual stimulation in your waking life. You need to be more in touch with your sensuality. Perhaps you need to take better care of your body. The dream also represents nurturance, ease and comfort. Alternatively, it suggests that you need to let go and stop being so defensive." humm...

Last Thanksgiving was the first major holiday without my dad, and even though we still had a lot to be thankful for, my mom, sister, and I weren't feeling particularly festive. My mom was less affected mainly due to her preoccupation with preparing the entire meal: turkey, potatoes, pies, salads, etc. My sister and I, however, were acutely aware that something big was missing, and we weren't quite sure how we were going to get through it. Watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade while peeling potatoes just wasn't the same without him. Carrying up folding chairs from the basement wasn't the same without him. Moving all our cars to make room for our relatives wasn't the same without him. Regardless, it had to be done. Allison hopped in my jeep with me so we could move it to the garage in the back, and when I turned on the radio, "Gonna Get Through This" came on the radio. We looked at each other, cranked the stereo, and drove around the block 11 times

How can you pick just one??

Q: What's more pathetic than acting out a real-life scene from He's Just Not That Into You with a co-worker in the cubicles? A: Tweeting about it. Suck it.

"I can't complain but sometimes I still do Life's been good to me so far"

Listening to iTunes on shuffle brings about songs I haven't heard in a while... with those songs comes memories of good times, bad times, and other times. Tonight this song by Ray LaMontagne came on and it encompasses a wide array of memories: good, bad, and bittersweet. It really is a beautiful song though... worth the bitter and the sweet. "Hannah" I lost all of my vanity when I peered into the pool I lost all of my innocence When I fell in love with you I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here Where all of my wounds turn into gold when I kissed your hair Come to me Hannah Hannah won't you to come on to me I'll lay down this bottle of wine If you'll just be kind to me Ask her why she cries so loud She Will not say a word Eyes like ice and hands that shake She takes what she deserves To celebrate her emptiness In a Cold and lonely room Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress If you cannot find a broom Come to me Hannah

The other night I ran into my good friend Jane at Carey's. She is awesome. She's moving to Australia in February which means I won't be able to run into her at Carey's again for a while. That makes me sad. This picture, on the other hand, makes me very happy. Me Like Jane

Last night I had a dream about fog, lots and lots of fog. I googled it and here's what I found: "Fog : An obstacle dream, dependent on other circumstances in the dream for exact interpretation. A fog at sea indicates blockages in emotional situations, such as romance. A fog on land indicates setbacks with regard to business or financial progress. If the fog clears away during the dream, then the blockages will let up and therefore there’s no need to lose heart. If it thickens, however, perhaps you’d better rethink the situation." It thickened. Shit. 

You know when you have a really great night out, but you wake up the next morning and experience the agony that is a stage 5 hangover...? In between frequent trips to the bathroom, you look in the mirror, groan, and declare, "I'm never doing that again". I had a similar-ish experience last year prompting a year long aversion to commitment. Longest. Hangover. Ever.

I LOVe love love these videos and wish they could be the background music of my daily life. Enjoy!: Europe 2 TV & Sequence SDP present: Feist-Trabendo Session, a live performance recorded December 16, 2005 in Paris, France, featuring: Leslie Feist, Julian Brown, Jesse Baird & Bryden Baird. The saddest part of a broken heart Isn't the ending so much as the start The tragedy starts from the very first spark Losing your mind for the sake of your heart The saddest part of a broken heart Isn't the ending so much as the start

I found this written in a bathroom stall in a bar in Lincoln, NE last weekend (that's a lot of prepositions).. Anyway, I think it's funny, but I can't decipher the word between 'your' and 'turbans'. Ideas? 2 hours later.. I think it says 'giggle'! Giggle turbans! That's a hoot!

They say that those who can't do, teach. What does that mean for those who teach about teaching??

Oh wait, he did.. This weekend I am taking part in the celebration of Sena's last fling before the bling. The wedding shower/bachelorette party combo is just what the doctor ordered! All week I've been googling, shopping, dreaming wedding, and this has me thinking about my own matrimonial future.. which in turn has me thinking about Beyonce and "Single Ladies"... and I am a-ok with that. Here are a couple of photos of two other single ladies that are a-ok with that too.

Katie Glavin is a new good friend of mine. Both of us threaten to drop out of grad school daily and both of us can recite the rap from Teen Witch on command. Katie is a self-proclaimed hipster (just kidding) and I want to be just like her (not kidding). She likes buying jackets whose buttons fall off after wearing them for the first time. But man, does she look good in them. Once Katie said, "My students are actin like they're the queen, and I'm the sorry person". And I laughed and laughed and laughed. Maybe it's because she said it with a southern accent. Or maybe it's because she is just so darn cute. I like this picture because Katie looks like a woodland creature (She went through a phase in undergrad).

One year ago today I was leaving New York after an amazing 4 days with my dear friend Erin. I miss the city and I miss her.

This week two lights went out in the hallway of my house. Last night I decided that since I am the tallest resident of mini-theta, it was my duty to change said light bulbs. I went to the hallway closet to get new light bulbs, but was too dark to see. Then I went looking for a flashlight, but that was also in the dark closet, which was too dark to see. It was too dark to find a flashlight to find the light bulbs to replace the light. Then.. today.. I'm sitting in the MUC (student center) needing to email each of my students, but I am unable to access USD's website. For some reason, the wireless internet lets me look at virtually any website on the internet, EXCEPT USD's website and my USD email. SO I have this great idea to call IT and ask them how to fix this problem.. but then I realize that I can't get the phone number of IT to call IT to ask them for help! I need to access the internet to fix the internet! What's a girl to do?

Kate Nash says it better than I ever could. I love my girlfriends. You know you are. They don't love you like I love you. The End.

Today was a good day. Nothing particularly exciting happened; I didn't win an award or come to any great realization about the universe.. but I did get a good parking spot and have time to take a nap. I'm going to try to be thankful all month, not just on the day with the turkey. Thank you.

I heard this song today on pandora and fell in love right away. There were no good videos on youtube so I made one of my own... instead of grading papers or writing my own. Ah, well. I call it a healthy distraction. "Be Careful of My Heart" by Tracy Chapman Note: The photos in the video are pictures I took of flowers that my family received after we lost my dad. The flowers didn't survive, but surprisingly, we did.

Last November this was true.. and this November, it's still true.

"See I'm all about them words Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words Hundreds of pages, pages, pages for words More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive " "You and I"--Jason Mraz

Halloween has always been a very big deal in the Lightfield household comprised of homemade costumes, make-shift haunted houses, and tricky traditions. All of us get into the spirit of spirits, but none as much as my dad. He was notorious for his Halloween enthusiasm and also for a particular pair of Halloween feet. My mom bought them for him after they were first married (27 years ago), and every October 31st, he slipped them on and walked out the door to freak the world out. Last year was the first year that he wasn't able to model the gruesome feet, so in order to carry on his tradition, I slipped them on and walked out the door to freak the world out. The clincher: I worked at a monastery. And it..was.. awesome. The sistas loved the feet and had me model them all day long. This October 31st, I'm back in Vermillion grading papers in bed and every so often, startling myself by looking at the over sized feet dangling over the edge of my bed. Halloween traditions live on!

Now there's a guy a girl can count on.

"This is a song about talking to the person you haven't even met yet. Maybe they're rolling around the hay with someone else. But they're not as good as you'll be. You just have to wait your turn. He's out there; she's out there. They're just learning what to contrast you against." --JM

I'm currently on a 6 week Neil Young bender. I love him. And October. Enjoy. "Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you On this harvest moon."

Here are two people that are very close to my heart. They are both very soft and comfortable, especially in this picture. I was fortunate enough to spend some quality time with JK (the shorter one) this weekend, and it made me wish we didn't live so far apart! Similarly, I've been feeling distant from the other guy lately as well. Come back, I miss you both!

Yep, t hat's our neighbors folks. I thank them for lighting up the sky when I come home late from my office. Also, their lawn makes it easy for pizza deliverers. I can't wait for Christmas! If this is their lawn, it makes me wonder what "treats" they distribute on Halloween?

The second best part of my Sunday (after mass, of course), is checking PostSecret. Each week I find secrets that are hilarious, inappropriate, melancholy, sweet, offensive, and/or beautiful. Sometimes I share the secret myself and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be the secret-keeper. I do have one secret that I'm willing to reveal... I keep a folder on my desktop and each week, I save one or two of my favorites. Today in honor of PostSecret Sunday, I'm going to post some of my favorites. Keep in mind that these do not necessarily apply to me. I just find them... compelling, provocative, appealing. (wink, wink)