signs of growing up

i spent the last five days as a weekend mom. and between the smelly socks strewn across the floor and the fecal matter jokes told by little brothers to upset my friend that has only sisters, there were small and maybe somewhat significant moments when i realized that its happened. i've started to turn into a grown up. this awkward in between age of not being a teenager, but not quite feeling like an adult, is morphing into the latter. and whether they were voluntary, or not, it happened.

the slow but sure strain of the change happened with said events,

-basketball games, grocery shopping, and a nap before 11...AM.

-voluntary bed at 11 because of said busy schedule.

-my shoes need their own bag for travel (granted, i share with jace)

-wedding dress shopping with jen

-and the always obvious phone chats with nenny bear

my noggin, explained

i feel like sometimes when i talk, people look at me like an odd animal that's speaking russian and its mostly followed by a "where did that come from?". my brain is just a jumbled mess of gobbly-gook. and lorelai explains this perfectly. if only i was as witty as her.

my weekend according to twins

ever hung out with two witty little kids that look and talk exactly the same for a whole weekend? its a constant battering, pestering, following spew of blonde hair and blue eyes complete with hysterical remarks unrealized by themselves. and with a constant 24/7 parade of twins following my behind, i now understand what cosby means. yes, i am about to post some of the cutest and funniest lines you could ever hear from two first grade boys that i love and adore. i know, i'm a hopeless sister who just loves to tell everyone about her little brothers.

little l's lines: 

-wow you're really good at hogging blankets

-wait you mean you didn't hear the singing of jace and her banjo?

-elsa, jace is really god at tickling!

grumpy g's gabs:

-no they're home, i think they just want me to leave a message

-what do i have to do to get noticed in this house?

-elsa i just already had a piece of candy before i had lunch...oh i thought you'd be mad. 

lately

things i love lately...

notes of what to wear from the fashionista

bagel sandwich studying

taking pictures

this blog. 

my time photo magazine

this song.

he calls the oven, 'ovs'

i don't know how it happened, but somehow i started shortening all the major words i say to one syllable. like adorbs. sups awk. and the ever famous totes. what have i turned into?

valentines day: upper east side style

i was one of those cliched cookie dough-eating, love-hating girls on valentines day.  the self torture and bitterness was washed down with a sorrowful viewing of the vow and several rounds of shots (martinelli's that is).  

and while maybe one day i'll actually spend valentines day with someone, for now, i prefer the sassy remarks and gossip girl imitations with my best friend. you can call us S and B. 

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this is how i feel about the grammys that i didnt watch:

also, this is for you brother. because apparently i don't write enough about you on my blog anymore. and i tried to send you this via text message, but my phone will not let me. i saw this today and thought you would enjoy its hilarity.

finally

hi, i'm elsa and i am addicted to beating my high score on word search. yep, that red bar is highlighting my number one score of 8 words in 17 seconds. 

i am a nerd.

rouge pair-ee

after buying a fabulous tube of red lipstick, i had to shoot jace wearing it. 

she looks like paris. doesn't she?

crap

am i a bad person for judging people with terrible grammar? because i do. on a regular basis.

i try and keep my thoughts kind and simple, but once i hear the improper use of verb tense or read the wrong spelling of 'you're' i can't help but think, maybe you should have paid attention in school.

how to be canadian

1. wear an abundance of flannel coupled with rugged, yet stylish hiking boots. maybe even paired with a fur mountie man hat. 

2. prepare and properly inhale large amounts of flapjacks and canadian bacon 

(or as close as you can get to canadian bacon)

3. remember to try and say "eh" as much as possible. because without it, trying to be canadian is basically just like being an american, only more granola.

i try not to be prejudice against those dear neighboring canadians, i really do. 

but i must admit, i see almost no difference between them and us, and the differences i do see are only those of lack on their side. and while i did enjoy several things from a previous trip i made to canada (beautiful mountains and lakes, excellent granola shopping at roots, and the overflow of asian tourists), 

i just couldn't help but say 'eh' and 'aboot' one too many times while cooking an overloading total of 35 pancakes for our canadian appreciation in 106. 

oh, the lovely adventures of foreign night. 

hunga games

five things i have to say about this:

1. the mockingjay pin does not originate from katniss giving it to prim. but i like the emotional tie it gives to the pin when cinna gives it to her later

2. segway from the last point-doesn't cinna think of everything. isn't he so great?

3. oh my goodness effie is going to be SO great in this movie and caesar flickerman in that midnight blue-i could not think of better people to play the two than elizabeth banks and stanley tucci!

4. SHE'S WEARING THE YELLOW DRESS!! HOLY COW! i can't believe they put that in the trailer

5. jennifer lawrence has the most commanding performance i have ever seen. the sheer panic that turns into immediate control, bravery, and authority. man she is going to blow this out of the WATER.

darnest things

i found all of my twinners funny anecdotes written down yesterday and laughed at the sass. 

-"which team did you vote for? ok-la-mo-ha or i-owe-a?"

-"if you don't have any money, then where'd you get that computer from??"

-"how about this-i won't give you a kiss today and i'll give you TWO tomorrow."

-"you can come over here and get a lick if you want"

i just miss these boys a lot. that's all.

elsa, MD

sometimes i have to remind myself that webmd is never a good idea for me, the partial hypochondriac. because then i think that little things are big and big things are little. ironic, i know.

like my heel pain is plantar fasciitis. calm yourself down elsa. curse you webmd for making me more paranoid than i already am.

i'm the map

why had i never been to urban outfitters before christmas break? probably because i would have to spent all my time and money on things like this map.

(though it was on sale-i can be a thrifty shopper given my lack of income).  

I saw this map online in the summer and died thinking of the fun i'd have with it.  i mean, i came up with three great things right off the bat. first off, its a map. a map of my very own! for the girl that likes to travel, you think i'd have a map. then, its a scratch off map. like those fun mcdonalds monopoly months when i get excited to scratch off the cups and french fry holders. who cares about the prize? i just want to perfectly peel off every last bit of the thick silver substance. and now i can not only obsessively scratch just for fun, but it keeps track of where i've been too? excellent. maybe not for my ocd. but still excellent. 

and after thinking i've been so many places, i realize that i really haven't been that many places at all. its only 5% of the world. i guess i am so small. and this world is so big. i'm gonna walk a hundred miles. because i'm the little girl with great big plans.