Springtime, I have missed you.

No offense winter, but I cannot express how happy I am that it is finally springtime. The idea of sundresses, tan lines, cold beer in the hot sun, walking through campus actually pleased that i got out of bed for class, the smell of grilling out, riding with my windows down and my music blaring, soaking up sun at the lake, the days being longer, and putting off that 10 page paper until tomorrow to drink a blue cup at He's Not with good company just makes me want to jump for joy. So yes, pollination, I am glad you have graced my poor black car with your presence yet again. Please stay for a while.

Quote of the Day

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

The Best Week of My Life

If I could have anyone's hand-me-downs

Their outfits and accessories kind of make my heart skip a beat. Just a little.

in order to succeed...

"To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."-Ralph Waldo Emerson

This has always been one of my favorite quotations. I think we all have at one point questioned the meaning of success in an effort to define ourselves and how we may or may not fit into that category. As we venture on through each chapter of life, we wonder how success can be applicable to our own lives, no matter how old we are. We wonder just how good of a job we have done at living. Whenever I have uncertainties about this roller coaster we call life, I reflect back on this little spoonful of inspiration and remember that it's not about what or how much I can take with me along the way, but instead what I can leave behind when I'm gone.

Something else I obsess over

Anything old, vintage, french country, shabby chic.







Aren't these fabulous?

For my fellow tarheels... and to everyone else

It is quite clear that there comes a time in every national championship holding title that God up and decides that sometimes it's only fair to give the other schools a chance to rush the court. (Why it had to be my last year of college and first year to see UNC vs. Dook in person, I wish I knew.) The same thing happened to us after we won the title in 2005. But no, it does not happen often people, and it certainly will never negate the fact that six victorious banners halo UNC's Dean Dome, that Michael Jordan-the greatest basketball player who has ever lived simply learned from the best, and men like Dean Smith and Roy Williams will always make us feel at home and have our backs until the end. So what, the Tar Heels have stepped off the pedestal to tie their shoes, as Brandon Staton nicely put it. Those of you who despise our carolina-blue painted bodies, hate the fact that number 5o now prominantly hangs in the rafters of UNC's sanctuary, and who face the actuality that no matter where you go to school you will never experience the mere equivelent of Franklin Street after a victory in all of your college years, please... embrace your mascot to the fullest this time around and update those facebook statuses in capital letters with all the hatred your mind can conceive... and don't you worry, because we'll be back.

Happy 100 Years of Carolina Basketball... and to 100 More.


Sincerely,
Jolene