Thursday, February 18, 2010

Love is a battlefield, and I'm a General!

So this year I was a horrible, horrible love person. I did nothing for any of my beloveds this V-Day. That was partially because I had a special visitor named Mom. And partially because I was thinking more about the Presidents Day break (afterall, I get THAT holiday off). However, my un-valentines dayishness is inexcusable when I consider the fact that so many of you enjoy the day so much and also, when I see that so many of you did some pretty awesome stuff for the holiday.

I'm such a silly head!

That said (and oh, I said it), I've decided to declare this Tuesday--

St .Nibby Day: The Other Love Day (c).


So, you be on the lookout! The colors are purple, pink, aquamarine, and champagne. See? Now I'm giving you LOTS of clothing options. That 'other' holiday needs to step it up and give its A-Game, because I just got Channing Tatum AND Jamie Fox on team St. Nibby Day, so you KNOW its a right brawl now.

WTYL (word to your lover),
Nibby

PS) And BOTH Nicholas Sparks AND Gary Marshall have agreed to pen a book and direct a movie about it. Whatcha gonna do, huh? huh? I thought so.

Monday, February 8, 2010

...And then Alice went to Malibu.

Wouldn't it be cool if there was a line in Alice in Wonderland that stated: "And then Alice went to Malibu." Yeah, that's what I think, too.

Anyway, I went to Malibu yesterday with my new rad roommate, Tiffani. I had crazy amount of work to do during the evening, but out of the blue, we bit the bullet as we were walking out of church. I said, "Malibu is 45 minutes away...wanna go? I've never been." And since Tiffani is awesome, she said, without any hesitation, "Of course, why not? It's a ridiculously beautiful day." So we did.


We got there at Sunset and it was kind of like being granted permission to heaven as a visitor.

I wasn't expecting that.

Malibu is incredibly low-key and deceptively decadent. Very cool. It was a fun adventure. What's even funner (yep) is that I never remember to put towels in my car EVER, or really, any sort of helpful supply. So when we walked the beach, we honestly had NO place to wash our feet before getting back inside my dream-mobile (ok, not really). So we were both church-clothed and sandy-footed.

Oh well, it wouldn't have been as legitimate if we didn't bring back some REAL Malibu sand on our tootsies.

Annnnnnd we're off,
Nibby

PS) When I was a kid, I thought that Malibu didn't exist. I thought it was a part of the Barbie dream world. Same thing with Daytona Beach and Kokomo. Go figure.