i'm your person.

emily matis, you are the yang to my grey.

...

love and miss you like mad.

secret is out.

i guess you could say that i love him. 

yes, i really really do.

so much so that i googled him for like... an hour and a half.

maybe more.

i like to think that if we were neighbors, we would borrow sugar from each other.

and cuddle sometimes.

[vanderbilt heir, visited burma as a 23 year old, worked for abc and cnn, friends with ellen... the man has got it all...]

i'm a walking anderson cooper encyclopedia, yo.

and then someone made this for me.

which i might frame.

just kidding, that would be creepy.

...but probably worth it.

he looks like he's not having a good time, but he is.

i am a good time, dangit!

and do you know something?

i have a mad obsession with him.
and when he wears black wide rim glasses, i think i'd rather watch the news than do anything else at all. 

i don't know if it's the pale skin, white hair, or the fact that he is a well seasoned highly educated contributor of society,

but he gets me.

e'ry time.
google him. it will change your life.

if i kiss you where it's sore.

i'm pretty sure this research paper rescued me.

it's amazing, the clarity that comes from reading.

because at the end of the day,

my heart still belongs to my education;

i am in so much love with art history.

title love, my girl, regina.

do you know those days

where you try to rip your hair out because you think it might solve all of your problems?

but then you remember that, no, breathing will. 

so then you do that. 

and then you scream.

then, you take two more deep breaths to counteract the irrational outburst of your rage,

and pretend that louis armstrong serenades well wishes your way from heaven.

well, i'm having one of those days today. 

scratch that, week. 

i'm having one of those weeks.

my friends are just funnier than yours...

in my inbox this morning, i had seven emails from elder monson.

seven of the most hilarious emails i have ever read in my entire life.

if you don't know carter, or if you think you know carter but really don't, you're missing out.

if it's possible, i think his mission is making him funnier.

proof:

and then there are these two pictures...

which

A: help me to remember that he really is on a mission, and not just randomly existing somewhere in the cosmos...

and
B: make me wonder where baby carter went... how handsome is he, right?! he's adorable.

we're almost to the one year mark!

h.a.g.m.

[have a good monday.]

i am authentically irish and french. thanks to these beautiful people.

it's probably because i came home with cary grant's comedy collection last night. 

[8$ at hastings... 4 disks, and a shiny case. i wasn't strong enough to pass it up.]

and i can probably blame it on the fact that penny serenade is my newest favorite cary grant film.

and it is also majorly due to the fact that i'm pretty sure my soul is from 1920.

[and it could have something to do me being confined to a bed all weekend...]

...

buuuuut... i found little leaves of my family tree that i adore.

blasts from the past, if you will.

via: my sweet southern bell aunt barb.

enjoy!

 

 my grandmother, mary louise on the right. she is the classiest lady. and a sassy red head!

my grandparents in the middle, and great grandparents on either side.

john kearns is an exact copy of william kearns. and ben kearns, the third generation clone! i loooove it.

after the rescue of my grandfather's plane crash on antarctica, c.a. 1946. stranded for two weeks, surviving on peanut butter and boiled water... my family history is seriously the coolest.

the most handsome devil you ever did see.

that bow-tie, seriously? dad, you're adorable.

my gorgeous aunt barb. is this picture not stunning?!

she is such a dish!

she's my claim to fame :).

i call her aunt barb, but maybe you know her as nina from all my children. 

need a refresher?

 oh, the amnesia.

...

family history. i'm obsessed with it tonight.

you belong to me.

so i just did a super cool thing... and made this. i'm not really sure how it got posted here... it must have been the result of a few crazy buttons that i pushed. and i'd own this entire thing. if i could ever afford christian louboutins. and i of course named this particular ensemble after my favorite dean martin song.
of course, of course.

anyway, polyvore is my new favorite waste of time.