OMG, yes please!
I only dream of having a place like this to be naked in every day.
The word naked in the above sentence made you want to click the link even more, huh?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
What a difference a year makes.
About this time of year last summer I was falling in a bar in front of the "Beautiful Marlon Brando Bartender" and he picked me up off the floor, dirty beer stained dress and all. Don't know that story? Click here.
And this year.... it's Saturday night, I've just finished work, and all I wanted to do tonight was go back to my beau's apartment and hang with him and his daughters. By the time I had walked in the door, the little one was asleep, but the "Tween" as she likes to be called since she just turned 9 sat up and chatted about the day with us while Chuck (I don't know if I've ever mentioned the beau's name before) and I had a late dinner of rice and veggies. Tomorrow is a belated birthday party for the Tween and we are all very excited. Leaving for work this morning was the last thing I wanted to do. The sofa bed was pulled out from our movie night last night, they were all still in their jammies watching Saturday morning TV and the remnants of our pancake breakfast was left on the table.
This is my happiness, it's perfect with it's imperfections. I'll take it's ooopses, and flaws. I didn't think I'd ever find a happiness like this, but this is soooo good.
And this year.... it's Saturday night, I've just finished work, and all I wanted to do tonight was go back to my beau's apartment and hang with him and his daughters. By the time I had walked in the door, the little one was asleep, but the "Tween" as she likes to be called since she just turned 9 sat up and chatted about the day with us while Chuck (I don't know if I've ever mentioned the beau's name before) and I had a late dinner of rice and veggies. Tomorrow is a belated birthday party for the Tween and we are all very excited. Leaving for work this morning was the last thing I wanted to do. The sofa bed was pulled out from our movie night last night, they were all still in their jammies watching Saturday morning TV and the remnants of our pancake breakfast was left on the table.
This is my happiness, it's perfect with it's imperfections. I'll take it's ooopses, and flaws. I didn't think I'd ever find a happiness like this, but this is soooo good.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Coveted Nook
This is what I need. A spot that is mine with a desk that is used and loved and carries with it the words and wishes of it's past writers. This woman pegged the desire and fulfillment of a writer's nook.
It's simply lovely.
Plus her blog is fantastic, poetic, beautiful, charming, honest and a joy to read.
I'm now on a mission to find my dream writing desk. I had a desk in NM that I adored, it was given to me from a friend when he moved and I had to give it to a friend to move back home. And here in my beloved home state I have a desk that I love, my grandpa made it when I was about 10 or 11. But it just doesn't serve my writing needs, emotionally or physically. Yet I can't bear to get rid of it, especially now that Grandpa is no longer here. It's a piece of him I have to hold onto. But I need a desk that has worn, dark wood, many drawers, roughed edges, perhaps a mismatched handle of two. (And yes, it may seem that I like junk, but that's not it. I like things with a history.) I want a desk where I can write my words, dreams, wishes, hopes, rants all the while knowing that the desk has supported other peoples words before me. It may sound odd to those that don't revel in writing, but I think everyone can relate to having your "spot." The place where it's yours, you go to do what makes you happy, what you're good at, to just get away.
Craigslist, garage sales and second hand stores here I come!
It's simply lovely.
Plus her blog is fantastic, poetic, beautiful, charming, honest and a joy to read.
I'm now on a mission to find my dream writing desk. I had a desk in NM that I adored, it was given to me from a friend when he moved and I had to give it to a friend to move back home. And here in my beloved home state I have a desk that I love, my grandpa made it when I was about 10 or 11. But it just doesn't serve my writing needs, emotionally or physically. Yet I can't bear to get rid of it, especially now that Grandpa is no longer here. It's a piece of him I have to hold onto. But I need a desk that has worn, dark wood, many drawers, roughed edges, perhaps a mismatched handle of two. (And yes, it may seem that I like junk, but that's not it. I like things with a history.) I want a desk where I can write my words, dreams, wishes, hopes, rants all the while knowing that the desk has supported other peoples words before me. It may sound odd to those that don't revel in writing, but I think everyone can relate to having your "spot." The place where it's yours, you go to do what makes you happy, what you're good at, to just get away.
Craigslist, garage sales and second hand stores here I come!
Monday, July 19, 2010
My totally awesome birthday weekend!
I have the best boyfriend ever! I'm finally dating someone who knows that when it comes to my birthday, I get more than one day! My beau started my birthday weekend on Friday by picking me up from work with a Wonder Woman card and some chocolates. We did some shopping and come home and he made me delicious ham, pesto, and brie sandwiches. We had wine and some yummy garlic bread as appetizers. And then that night we slept out on the patio. We pulled out the hide-a-bed mattress, with lots of blankets and pillows and fell asleep to the sound of the night. It was a good sleep too.
The next morning I was given 2 breakfasts. The first was fruit with homemade whipped cream and chocolate sauce. A little treat to hold me over till the yummy eggs and potatoes were done. All served with mimosas. That afternoon I was surprised with a pedicure. My feet were in desperate need of some love and were quite happy with bright pink toes at the end. When we came home to make dinner, I was given a lovely bouquet of wild flowers and we started to make dinner. He said he'd been planning this meal for a while. A scrumptious lasagna with Italian sausage, pesto, ricotta cheese. It wasn't soupy or runny the way so many lasagnas are. It was sooooo yummy that it put us in a food coma. And like many of our meals, there was wine and garlic bread.
That night I invited my friends out for karaoke at a bar in NE. What fun that was! My friends are so awesome! We sang and rocked out, shook our groove thing and got down with our bad selves! I love being friends with people who have no problem getting up in front of people and possibly make asses of themselves. That type of attitude makes life so much more fun!
The following day was my actual birthday, and we were lazy in the morning, in front of the TV and doing nothing. It was fabulous. Then it was tacos at my mama's. Family friends that are close enough that I consider them family came over with sangria and wine. Tacos, laughter and a few games of croquet wrapped up the night.
Sadly I have very few pictures of the weekend. Some goofy ones from karaoke, a well lit photo of the delicious lasagna, but no photos of the people that celebrated it with me. I guess I'll just have to hold those memories within my heart. And in case you haven't noticed, the road to my heart is through my stomach. My beau and I love to eat, he loves to cook, and I'm learning with him. Cooking together is so much fun and we really bond over food. It's wonderful.
I'm 31 and am the happiest I have ever been. Happy Birthday to me!
The next morning I was given 2 breakfasts. The first was fruit with homemade whipped cream and chocolate sauce. A little treat to hold me over till the yummy eggs and potatoes were done. All served with mimosas. That afternoon I was surprised with a pedicure. My feet were in desperate need of some love and were quite happy with bright pink toes at the end. When we came home to make dinner, I was given a lovely bouquet of wild flowers and we started to make dinner. He said he'd been planning this meal for a while. A scrumptious lasagna with Italian sausage, pesto, ricotta cheese. It wasn't soupy or runny the way so many lasagnas are. It was sooooo yummy that it put us in a food coma. And like many of our meals, there was wine and garlic bread.
That night I invited my friends out for karaoke at a bar in NE. What fun that was! My friends are so awesome! We sang and rocked out, shook our groove thing and got down with our bad selves! I love being friends with people who have no problem getting up in front of people and possibly make asses of themselves. That type of attitude makes life so much more fun!
The following day was my actual birthday, and we were lazy in the morning, in front of the TV and doing nothing. It was fabulous. Then it was tacos at my mama's. Family friends that are close enough that I consider them family came over with sangria and wine. Tacos, laughter and a few games of croquet wrapped up the night.
Sadly I have very few pictures of the weekend. Some goofy ones from karaoke, a well lit photo of the delicious lasagna, but no photos of the people that celebrated it with me. I guess I'll just have to hold those memories within my heart. And in case you haven't noticed, the road to my heart is through my stomach. My beau and I love to eat, he loves to cook, and I'm learning with him. Cooking together is so much fun and we really bond over food. It's wonderful.
I'm 31 and am the happiest I have ever been. Happy Birthday to me!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Good things comes so easy
I have a lot to say at the moment. But I'm letting it all mull around in my head for a bit.
In the mean time, a few good things.
1. My mama. She had me and my beau and his girls over for dinner and then even pulled out the Croquet set for a game. We all sucked and I'm sure mom was making up the rules but whatevs.
2. Days off. I used to have no plans and get semi-bored on my days off. I'd watch a lot of Friends. But now I have someone fantastic to spend time with. And the best part, we have a wonderful time doing nothing. Literally nothing. We'll spend a few hours on the patio with wine, discussing life and that right there is nearly perfect.
3. Summer. Despite this damn heat. But it means tank tops, flip flops, painted toenails, patio seating at restaurants, late sunsets, wine on the patio, dips in Minnesota waters, kool-aide (not nearly as fun to drink when it's cold out), art festivals, Pride, parades, flowers, warm summer rains. I could keep going. And what's even funnier? I'll make a list like his for winter too.
In the mean time, a few good things.
1. My mama. She had me and my beau and his girls over for dinner and then even pulled out the Croquet set for a game. We all sucked and I'm sure mom was making up the rules but whatevs.
2. Days off. I used to have no plans and get semi-bored on my days off. I'd watch a lot of Friends. But now I have someone fantastic to spend time with. And the best part, we have a wonderful time doing nothing. Literally nothing. We'll spend a few hours on the patio with wine, discussing life and that right there is nearly perfect.
3. Summer. Despite this damn heat. But it means tank tops, flip flops, painted toenails, patio seating at restaurants, late sunsets, wine on the patio, dips in Minnesota waters, kool-aide (not nearly as fun to drink when it's cold out), art festivals, Pride, parades, flowers, warm summer rains. I could keep going. And what's even funnier? I'll make a list like his for winter too.
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