If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I’ll buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.

-Ingrid Michaelson

I love my random days of mindless self-indulgence.

Yesterday I spent the day inside.
I woke up with an intense craving for banana bread.
I went down to the kitchen and as I was mixing Kim’s recipe for chocolate peanut butter banana bread (which was really delicious! Thanks Kim! I didn’t use cocoa and I added almonds instead. Turned out super delish!), I remembered that a while ago Steve suggested that I watch “Julie and Julia“, a movie about cooking, eating, blogging, excentric people, relationships and stories; a movie I was bound to love.

I put the bread in the oven and fired up Netflix.
Steve was right. I loved the movie.
In fact, I was loving it so much, that I forgot about the bread.
Luckily, my nose alerted me in time to avert a peanut butter banana bread disaster. Barely.

After the movie, I enjoyed some of my banana bread and talked to friends and family on the phone (yup, I’m that rude. I’ll talk to you while I eat) and worked on the puzzle I started weeks ago.
And I finished it!

In the afternoon, I thought of Rita Hayworth.
Her hair was awesome and I figured it wouldn’t be too hard to do.
So I worked on my hair for a while.

Doesn’t it look identical?
No, it doesn’t.

It doesn’t because I looked for pictures of Rita Hayworth AFTER doing my hair, instead of BEFORE.
Because that’s how I roll: like a triangle. With difficulty and stubbornness.

After the sun went down, I couldn’t get enough of This American Life.
I wish they would continue the TV series.

I get in bed at almost 2 AM, hoping to continue my dreams where I left them the night before: In artic waters, aboard a ship full of evil spies.

A rather simple life, isn’t it?

During April we´re reading:

If you´d like to participate, you´re always welcome to join our group!

To see who won the March Book Club Prize and to check out the giveaway for April, click on Reading above, Book Club on the right or here.

My “new thing” for Sundays is to find a park and read there.
Last Sunday, at the park where I was (I should start keeping track), I saw a bird with a very red head.

As soon as it heard the camera, it turned around and struck a pose.
So I did the only thing I could do.

Does anyone recognize this type of bird? Any ornithologists amongst my readers?

Early in the morning clouds are dropping on my head
Remind me the things last night I should have left unsaid
So please forgive the words I use, my mind it tends to run
Away with small ideas, I know I’m not the only one

So dear, oh dear
My head it tends to stray away sometimes I can’t see clear
Oh dear, oh dear
In spite of all the things I said, I always want you near

Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours
Sometimes I’m not that sure
But anytime you look at me
Your thoughts I can’t ignore
The second hand would pass us by
Should one of us had blinked
But in a minute realize that true love always waits

My dear, oh dear
My head it tends to stray away, sometimes I can’t see clear
Oh dear, oh dear
In spite of all the things I said, I always want you near

-Matt Costa