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Flowers

Valentine’s Day was yesterday, and if you are single and sour about it, I hope you stayed off Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and a variety of other social media sites for the day.

My social media sites were abuzz. There was certainly no missing the innumerable photos of everyone’s pretty flowers and sweet treats. Seeing so many pictures of flowers it got me thinking just a bit.

I’m seeing more and more eclectic arrangements. I’d almost go so far as to say there is a trend emerging…and I kind of like this trend.

Traditional is out, eccentric and creative is moving in.

I enjoy the eccentric combination of flowers—the quirky or bizarre combinations are really catching my eye. Yesterday, I even saw arrangements incorporating fruits, feathers and even seeds. Flowers, or even non-flowers, are coming together as creative, beautiful pieces of art.

Typically, I’m not a flower girl, but this non-flower girl might just spend some of my hard-earned cash on some of these fun combinations.

With the recent Pinterest explosion, something so simple as flowers is getting serious attention. I’m going to guess it has something to do with the fact that about 97% of Pinterest users are women. What are these women doing on Pinterest? Well, planning their dream weddings, of course.

Instagram is also very involved with posting the pretty today. If you haven’t already, consider scanning the popular photo feed.

Here are some of those fun combos I was telling you about.

 

is that an artichoke?

I adore this. Adore.

& here are my Valentine’s Day fleurs.

Star gazer Lilies. My favorite.

Have you noticed people are moving away from the typical and looking for the more eccentric flowers?

What are your favorite flowers?

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Day Twenty-ish…TV Show

The prompt asked me to write about a TV show I’m currently obsessing over. There is only one show I have anxiously been awaiting for what has been much too long. True Blood.

True Blood is based on of Charlaine Harris‘ Sookie Stackhouse series of books (fun easy reads, I recommend you add them to your summer reading list!). With the creation of synthetic blood, vampires decide it is time to reveal themselves to the world. Unfortunately, their great reveal has not been the smoothest of transitions for some beings, humans, vampires and beyond, particularly in the small town of Bon Temps. Barmaid and telepath, Sookie Stackhouse, however finds the vampires to be a welcomed breath of fresh air. For once she doesn’t have to struggle to ignore the mental chatter she has to work so hard to block out when with her human companions. Able to find peace in the silence, Sookie falls in love with vampire Bill and is lured into the deep world of the supernatural.

The show’s star Anna Paquin plays Sookie to the tee as she is described in the books, at least in my opinion. She’s among great talent all around though. Stephen Moyer plays the conflicted Bill Compton. Sam Trammell as Sam Merlotte is right on as well when looking back to the shows novel origins. My personal favorite is Alexander Skarsgard as Eric Norhman though. He has the bad-boy vampire thing down. Pair that with his abs, his primal vampire lust and danger, you’ll find yourself  in the grasp of quite a bit of tension.

So yes, I am obsessed with a TV show and it is True Blood. I almost hate to admit it. Vampires have never interested me and with the recent explosion over Twilight, I grew to dislike them even more. Thankfully, True Blood isn’t for teeny-boppers. It is very much a show for mature audiences. So if you like just a bit of fantasy, mystery, plenty of suspense and some steamy sex scenes, I definitely recommend True Blood.

Season 4 begins this Sunday, June 26 at 9pm on HBO.

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Blog on hold.

For the time being, I’m going to have to put this blog on hold. I’ve decided I really need to write about something that matters– that I can showcase in a portfolio and be proud of producing. That said, I’m placing my writing energy into freelance. I’m searching out people and contacts willing to give me an assignment. I’m willing to test many different writing styles, techniques and platforms.

If you’re looking for a writer, let me know!

Sarah.Ryck@gmail.com

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Giving up…

Is anyone else a fan of random google searches? I sure am. I type something that’s been running through my mind and I see what pops up {older blog similar idea}. A while ago it was giving up. To my surprise, the first result was a simple little video to Ingrid Michaelson’s “giving up.”  I’ve loved loved loved Ms. Michaelson since before it was the cool thing to do. Just ask my poor boyfriend who sat through multiple listenings and analyses of every song I could find of hers. I was thrilled {to say the least} when she was the first result.

Upon your first listen, because the song is so slow and repetitive, it sounds desolate like she’s giving up on everything {the original video I found was great but unfortunately embedding is disabled. Here’s the same song different video}:

Did you get that she isn’t giving up?! She’s not giving up at all. She’s found she will be  happy in all that is imperfect. I think what she’s saying is she’s giving up her insecurities. I think she’s giving up the what-ifs and life’s imperfections and she’s loving what she has, which of course is “you.”

What if we stop having a ball?
What if the paint chips from the wall?
What if there’s always cups in the sink?
What if I’m not what you think I am?

{What if everything isn’t perfect. What if we don’t work out}

What if I fall further than you?
What if you dream of somebody new?
What if I never let you win, chase you with a rolling pin?
Well what if I do?

{What if I love you more that you love me. What if I go bat shit crazy?}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

{Well I’m giving up on losing out. I’m giving up on other guys. I’m giving up negativity. I’m giving up on what-ifs and insecurities}

What if our baby comes home after nine?
What it your eyes close before mine?
What if you lose yourself sometimes? Then I’ll be the one to find you
Safe in my heart

{What if we ruin our children. What if I’m left all alone. What if we aren’t perfect. That’s okay because I’ll love you all the same}

I am giving up on making passes and
I am giving up on half empty glasses and
I am giving up on greener grasses
I am giving up

I am giving up
I am giving up
I am giving up on greener grasses

I am giving up for you
I am giving up for you
I am giving up

{I’m giving up the negativity, the what-ifs and the insecurities because I believe in you. I’m giving up the search for greener grasses because there’s no one greener than you}

Well, there you have it. Ingrid isn’t giving up at all. She’s committing herself to the person the song is written about. My interpretation to another Ingrid song. Maybe you don’t agree you. You don’t need to. I get this chick though and I’m sticking by my interpretation because it made me feel all better. Bam!

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Day seventeen & eighteen

Someone you see yourself marrying in the future
What kind of person attracts you?

This blog challenge was a bad idea. I haven’t really stuck with it on a daily basis, but I figure as long as I do the prompts sometime I haven’t failed completely.

Before college I could never see myself getting married. I could not even imagine it. I was obsessively opposed to being typical and conventional. My parents have been divorced since before I can remember and I didn’t want to deal with that. I had it in my mind that people only hurt other people.

Once I got to college, I began to day dream. I developed my own morals and values and am confident that I have good judgement to pick the right man {if that man will choose me, we will have too see}. I adore being very close to someone and I like the idea of marriage now.

Simple enough, I need someone interesting who will keep me entertained year after year because well I will only get married once {fingers crossed}.They need to have similar morals and values– I have my philosophies and I’m sort of a stubborn chick. He needs to be trustworthy, loyal, honest, faithful and devoted. I’m very easy-going though so he must be too. I require a great deal of support, encouragement and reinforcement. I want my husband to be a source of strength. With one life to live we will make it amazing and we will do it together.

I think I need a dreamer, someone who enjoys adventures and exploring as much as I do. A man who lives in the now but never stops dreaming of the future is important. How about a man who continues to grow intellectually, teaches me new things and searches for truth?

I like story-tellers. I love to listen. Yet, of course, I need someone willing to listen too. So a man with a strong set of communication skills would be wonderful {men communicating–what am I thinking!?}. I need a straight talker. Tell me how it is–when I’m bat shit crazy I don’t need someone to cower and tip toe around me and when I’m right he needs to back me up {I’m never crazy and I’m always right so that wont be an issue, of course}.

And finally,  I’d like a man who can say I love you, know what it means and show it. Actions certainly speak louder than words. My husband must be his own person. I want to be a team of two incredibly awesome people. I want to be and incredibly awesome couple. I want to be envied {& I will be watch!}.

I  want to spend my life with my best friend.

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Self portrait

The blog challenge – the one I’ve cheated on hardcore-is about who I am and who I want to be. That added to the constant bombardment of “What’s your New Year’s resolution?” has me constantly thinking about what is wrong with me. What do I need to fix this year?

Well, as mentioned in previous posts, quite a lot. I refuse to commit to another super-specific resolution I probably would have already broken by now, but I have committed myself to simply saying this year I will be better.  Since I’ve got so much free time on my hands I can play around with this quest to be a better, more well-rounded person.

I was sitting in my room, relaxing with Dave {DMB}, when realized I love the color of these new weights I bought. They’re motivationally green. I just look at them and think “You can doooo it!” The rested next to the new Women’s Health mag and Meditation for the Love of it. It just looked bright and inspirational.

{Bam! Lightbulb.}

I took a photography class as an undergrad and had an assignment to make a self-portrait out of items that represent you. I figured since it just looked so pretty I’d add a few more things & take a photo. Something to represent the not new but BETTER Sarah.

 

Cheers to a better Sarah

  1. Sundãri products and pamphlet: a more aware and conscious me that looks towards the benefits of what nature offers.
  2. The Plot Thickens: Dedication to being a good writer.
  3. The Buddha board:  Dedication to living in the moment.
  4. Meditation for the Love of it: Attempt to learn things on how to be Zen, more aware, more mindful and the like.
  5. Weights and Women’s Health: Lose weight and adopt a healthier lifestyle.
  6. 2011 Planner: Make more menus, plan and prioritize.

Dear lillie,

Hello, my liller bean. It’s me, Sarah, and I just wanted to take a moment to tell you despite your adorable freckle face with the big brown eyes and those curious little ears of yours, you are quite the obnoxious snorer. Your tiny 9lb body is maybe an inch from my face making some pretty odd noises. You’re whole body is rattling the bed. The legs are twitching and the ears are at alert. I’m both impressed and horribly irritated at the same time. You see, it’s like 3 am and well, I would like to sleep too.

I can forgive you this time. I’ll still think you’re the cutest ever. I’ll wait it out and sleep once you ease deeper into your dreams. Next time though, do you think you could fall asleep with your ass not directly in my face? Preferably not on the brand new pillows? Maybe towards the end of the bed? That’s always worked well in the past.

I love you a lot. {continue to} Sleep well {& quietly} my liller.

Love,

me

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Day fourteen-Love

What is love?

Love: an intense feeling of deep affection.

Love is when you put another person before yourself. Giving the person you love first choice, picking something over another because you know they will like it. Love is giving the better half to another. You want more than just the person, you want what’s best for that person, you want their well-being. You’re in love when their happiness determines your own. When you love someone they bring delight into the simplest things. Every simple chore, every daily task is more fun when the person you love is by your side. The little things matter the most when you’re in love. When you are in love, you look forward to telling them what happened today. Love is when you can have fun just doing nothing–just talking. Love is going out to eat and not feeling the pressure to entertain or talk every second. You don’t feel ashamed of who you are, you never feel alone and you certainly never feel worthless when you’re in love.

Love is cuddling. Love is fighting but forgiving. Love is when you feel complete just being still. Love is waking up with last night’s make-up melted down your face and hearing “Good morning, Beautiful.” Love is laughing until it hurts. When you are in love you appreciate the present and you look forward to your future. Love is confident. Love just knows.

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Day eleven–Alive

One moment during which you felt most alive this year.

The weight of the wine she just inhaled on the train was heavy in her stomach. It felt like she had somehow managed to get the glass bottle down her throat too. She didn’t seem to mind too much because as soon as she got inside she accepted an over-priced beer from her date and boyfriend. Then another. And another. And maybe one more? They had taken the short train ride into the city to see Matt&Kim play at Webster Hall. She really liked them a few months earlier at the Siren Festival. She was excited to see them play again.

As expected they were great. The girl was a bit beyond tipsy and got the idea in her head she wanted to do something a ‘lil bit crazy. She turned to her boyfriend and gave him a silent look. She hoped he could read her mind.

“Hey babe, I want to do that. Throw me up there pleaseeeeee.” Their eyes had a brief conversation and a second later her boyfriend and the stranger next to him were throwing her up into the air and on to the crowd. Time froze. She didn’t feel anything below her, no hands, no heads. It was smooth like she was floating on a wave headed to shore. It was silent and all she saw were the bright lights and balloons dancing around her. She and both members of the band were the only ones in the room. Until, She was thrown over the metal barrier crashing into the stage and down onto her ass. It didn’t matter though. She couldn’t feel much now anyway. It was all over in a maximum of 4 seconds. But, it was worth it.

She was a complete mess. Her hair was glued to the side of her face wet with sweat. She probably wreaked like her sister’s hockey equipment and she probably looked like she was just hit by a sanitation truck. She didn’t care. She’d been with her boyfriend for three years now and he’s had to have seen worse. She was confident that even though she looked like she was recently released from the nut house, he was happy because she was truly enjoying herself.

BUT all that music and beer makes the couple pretty hungry. They turn the corner. Score! Street meat. Two orders of chicken and rice with extra hot sauce and a short walk later, they are back in Grand Central.

They have some time before their train leaves. Sitting on the ground indian style, the girl is people watching. Even in her slightly clouded state she watches the people come and go wondering where they’re headed, if anywhere at all. She’s absorbed in making up elaborate stories of the travelers’ destinations and of course, the best meal she’s ever had, when she hears his hiccup. She turns to him suddenly ready to pounce. She finds his hiccups hysterical. How the high-pitched yelp of a preadolescent boy can come from his 6 foot 2 Rugby frame is beyond her. She turns towards him, instantaneously he turns towards her. They both hiccup! Looking into each other’s eyes they smile. The girl gives out a small giggle. They turn away and go back to eating.

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Day seven–15 facts

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  1. I find it difficult to write about myself
  2. I am a champion napper. Super serious, straight up champion.
  3. I’m a pretty good cook. I’m still learning, but I enjoy whipping up a creative meal.
  4. I love deeply. Genuinely. Sincerely.
  5. I don’t believe in religion. I like to learn about them all…but I can’t say I believe in any of them. The one true thing I believe in is love.
  6. I always wear my seat belt.
  7. I’m an excellent listener. Listening leads to understanding. People watching is a passion. I love to learn other perspectives.
  8. I have double chins. Two beautiful baby boy chinchillas.
  9. I’m also a super duper cuddler. Just ask my dog, the boy & my roommates.
  10. I go by many names. Rarely do people actually call me Sarah.
  11. I adore writing, but I couldn’t imagine myself doing only that for a living.
  12. I would really like to travel non-tourist destinations. Anthony Bourdain show me the way!
  13. My goals have changed drastically in the past three years. I want a house near the city with a backyard & a drive way.
  14. The only wine I drink comes out of a box or costs $4.99 a bottle. I’m classy like that.
  15. When I trust you, when I think you accept me, when I think we are close–I will call you names and joke around with you and show you the true meaning of sarcasm.
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Day four–Let go

What or Whom did I let go of this year and why?

Oof. I don’t know why, but I’ve had great difficulty thinking of things to write about today. I think the most important thing I’ve let go of this year has been sadness. I don’t have the greatest explanation of why I was sad in the first place, honestly. I think I was just so dependent on what everyone thought, or didn’t think, of me. I was so caught up on other people who I lost grasp of the many, many things that make me so incredibly happy.

Evil outsiders imprinted it in my brain that I needed to fit into a certain mold. My education, my relationship, my tastes, my friends, all of my decisions needed to be like those of “people my age”.

It took me a while, but I’ve come to realize that it just takes way too much energy to do what you believe others expect from you. Truth is, I expect more from myself than anyone I know expects out of me. Suppressing who I am is exhausting. I just do what I want, when I want now. I say what I’m thinking and I’m focused on thinking the right things.

In all of this, I’ve let go negativity. I’ve weeded out the people who bring me down, who are jealous, the people who thrive on drama, the immature people, people who don’t strive for anything and the people who take advantage. The negative energy these people bring into my life just isn’t worth it. Instead, I use my energy to become SO GRATEFUL for the people who encourage me to shine, the people who listen, and the people who genuinely care.

Thank you to those important people.

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Day three–Relationship

Yes, I’m in a relationship. I’ve been with him for almost 3 years now. It doesn’t get any better than him. I love and miss him.

The rest is between him and I.

😉

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