May 31, 2010

All Priorities In Line

One more thing before B and I ride off into the sunrise this week (heading East, yo!)...

Those who have read my blog for years will understand the importance of this.

We played the jukebox the other night while playing pool and B selected this song. He told me to listen to the lyrics, that it made him think of me. And so I did. And you bet your ass I teared right the heck up, too. Love that Homeboy. Sneaky God guy.

Right Where I Need To Be
by Gary Allan

There’s a plane flyin’ outta here tonight
Destination New Orleans
Boss man says my big promotion’s on the line
He says that’s right where I need to be

Lately I’ve been on the road more than I’ve been home
All this leavin’ her alone is killin’ me
And holdin’ her right now has got me thinkin’ more and more
This is right where I need to be

Where when I hear her I can see her I can smell her sweet perfume
I can feel her skin against me when I sleep
Where I won’t miss her I can kiss her anytime that I want to
Yeah that’s right where I need to be
Yeah that’s right where I need to be

There’s a plane flyin’ outta here tonight
With an empty first class seat
‘Cause I’ve finally got all my priorities in line
And I’m right where I need to be

Where when I hear her I can see her I can smell her sweet perfume
I can feel her skin against me when I sleep
Where I won’t miss her I can kiss her anytime that I want to
Yeah that’s right where I need to be
Yeah that’s right where I need to be

All The New Things

Dude. I can't keep up. So far this time without the kids has been quite productive. In a manner of speaking, anyway.

On Friday, I played 9 holes with B and two of his best friends. They've been playing since high school. B is incredibly good at golf. So I had a personal trainer and two coaches, basically. It was AWE.SOME. Who knew I could golf? I'd only been to a driving range one time... but this was the real thing. 9 holes. People, I was GOOD. Certainly a hundred things to learn, but I didn't slice once (which they kept saying over and over was something I'd probably do) and I hit the ball straight. In fact, 2 of the 9 holes took me one shot to get on the green... within 10 feet of the pin. Lots of shouting, there. Homeboy was super stoked at how much I loved it and all 3 of the boys were a little off their game that I could actually do it - with men's clubs at that. Can't wait to do it again. And how cute... B and I have another thing to share! "Next time I'll take some pictures of your pose for your blog, Babe."

B and I have been nearly inseparable since Thursday. Such important conversation. So many comfortable, perfect, everyday moments. He's at work this morning to take care of some things before we leave for our vacation. Say what? Yes, you most certainly DID hear me correctly. OUR vacation. We leave Wednesday for 5 days. We're borrowing a convertible, going to hold hands and chat for umpteen hours and listen to crazy cool music, and we'll see Brad while we're gone. B will also see Judy again and meet BeckAY for the first time. (Lulu's interrogation of B will take place at a different date. And hopefully somewhere beachy.) Way freaking cool. Can't wait!!!

I am catching up on sleep I never knew I missed. Twice now I've slept for 12 hours. Feels weird, Peeps. The house is eerily quiet. Poor cat doesn't know what to do with nobody riding or pulling on her. I can shower without expecting someone to walk in needing to poop. B vacuumed my house last night while I took care of laundry - and the weird thing is that nobody but us will be messing it up for 3 weeks. We watched a movie, uninterrupted. Still getting used to that.

So I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update for the remainder of the week. I'll be working two days - and cramming a week's worth of work into those days - and then I'll be packing and speeding down the road with my hunky dunky. Well, and also, my computer has some trojan virus. Hopefully my IT friend can quarantine that before we leave, too.

Later, Peeps!

May 28, 2010


Just so you know, B and I listen to more than just Miley Cirus and Miranda Cosgrove. I mean, I realize we are both parents who are up to our eyeballs in Disney and bubblegum, but seriously. I mean, we're both over 30 for Pete's sake. For that reason I would like for you to please ignore the fact that I texted B last week and asked him what song I should download and he said, "When You Look Me In The Eyes by the Jonas Brothers." Which was, in fact, a wonderful song. Beautiful and full of love. So, ignore that.

I'd like to direct your attention instead to a song that has been out forEVER. It's a song I liked but never really listened to until a week ago Sunday when I was following B home from church. He was sitting in front of me in his truck at the stoplight when the song came on. By the time we made it 3 blocks, I was bawling like an idiot.


by Beyonce Knowles

Remember those walls I built
Well baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound

I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you're breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
I pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo
I can see your halo
I can feel your halo
I can see your halo

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light

I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't even
Pull me to the ground again

Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you're breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
I pray it won't fade away

It's a Chucks Thing

I wanted a pair for years. YEARS. A combination of my ex-husband's insistence that they were ugly and my own self-consciousness about the size of my feet prevented me from ever buying a pair.

Until I got divorced. I finally bought myself a pair of gray Chucks about a year ago. I wear them all the time. Wore them on my first date with B. Wear them to work on casual Fridays. Actually, I've worn them with a skirt, too. I love them.

Imagine my surprise when B told me that he bought himself a pair of gray Chucks a couple of weeks ago. They are the hottest shoes, ever. I know that sounds ridiculous, but they represent such character and style and his overall frame of mind. He is about as laid back as they get, but also the most aggressive person I know. He is the perfect juxtaposition.

Sigh. It's a Chucks thing. I love it.

And Dear B: Yesterday you texted me at the exact moment my heart needed you. You told me that you were proud and encouraged by my strength. Then you said you loved me so much. It hit me where it counts, Homeboy. Thank you for taking me out for a drink to relax after my drive. And for busting out your 'game' while we played pool; I love it when you woo me. I have a feeling you'll never stop. And, Dude, the shoes? Wicked good 'game' right there. I'm allll yours!

A Prayer Request

* Unseatbelted children were photographed while PARKED. Just in case you were ready to lynch me.

Yesterday, I drove my 3 to the halfway point between Da Plains and Where We Were From Before. It took a little more than 6 hours. I left at 6am. B could not go; I drove alone. The kids were wonderful the whole way.

I burned 6 new CDs for the trip and I sang my lungs out the entire time.

At 1pm, Shoes pulled into the parking lot at Chili's. B sent me a text that was everything I needed to lift me up at that moment. I got out of the truck, kissed the kids, handed over the suitcases, got back into my truck, and then drove away. LITERALLY. I think I might have said 10 words to him. Not rude, but... not worried this time. Just, not. I didn't have a million questions worth asking. It didn't matter that I really should ask him about child support and why I'm not getting any, because he was taking his kids for 3 weeks. HE DIDN'T CHANGE HIS MIND. Praise God!

So, yes. They are Where We Were From Before for 3 weeks. B is keeping me busy... in fact, we have a tee time at 5:00 tonight! Go, me!

But please pray. Please pray for their safety and health and security while they are there. Pray that I continue to remember that they are on loan from God in the first place and He is always with them, especially when I cannot be. Pray they have a ball and I stay occupied. Then pray a word of thanks that Shoes took them this year! Thank you all!

May 21, 2010


I bet most of you hardly believe that I made time to work on Trevor's quilt this past week, but it's true. Here is proof!

All of those working blocks had to be cut into strips.

I hope to make more time to get the top together this next week or two. That would be fantastic! Then I can share the pattern with you!

When The Paint Hits The Wall

That was supposed to be some play on the words 'when the rubber hits the road', but I'm not sure it makes as much sense here in print as it did in my head. The point of which is that I saw and shared an idea of inspiration and I thought I would also share how I made it happen.

Recall this?

Lookie what I went and did.

So not the exact same, but I am very happy with it. Modern, yet cozy - and the darker tone did not make the room seem any smaller. Two walls remain chalky white, the other two are Cityscape Gray. One day I'll have a photo wall with stretched canvas portraits... just gotta be patient.

I should tell you that 3 of those photos (and the print that's all wonky in that bottom frame) will be replaced shortly. But I had to get the frames up for placement first.

And Dear B: Thank you for the most amazing weekend. Your grandmother may be one of the most amazing women I've ever met; I can't wait to surround myself with her spirit again. I do very wish I could have met your dad. You're right; he would have loved me! And I so wish that MY dad could have taken you fishing. Thanks for dancing with me in the kitchen again. And thanks for saving my heart.

May 19, 2010

Orange Blossoms

"Are we going to go outside?" I asked him, after the kids were asleep.

"We are absolutely going to go outside," said B.

I picked up my FAVORITE orange blossom blanket I thrifted in Kentucky and the first quilt I ever made by pattern, and he carried the Pinot.

When I opened the back door, I took a moment to allow my eyes to adjust to the night sky. I spread out the blanket on the soft grass and laid the quilt on top. B sat the wine glasses down. We absolutely used our Google Sky Map app to find some constellations before finally laying back to look up at the blanket above us.

"Sometimes I still feel like someone should pinch me," he said, as he looked into my eyes.

There were plenty of soft kisses. The best talking ever. We turned on our sides and faced each other, and then there was more eye staring and giggling. You can bet I laughed loud enough to scare the cat next door. Which made him laugh.

There was love.

And Dear B: You have the most amazing integrity. I am proud to call you mine every day, but especially today. And thank you for plugging in my phone last night; little bits of kindness all the time from you. And yes I was serious when I said your forearms are blogworthy.

Humble Yourself In The Sight Of The Lord

When I was young, I went to a Christian Youth Camp just outside of the small town I grew up in every summer for two weeks. I learned how to shave my legs, held hands with a boy for the first time, had shaving cream fights, made up skits to bible stories... and then came to Christ and was baptised one hot July night. I was 15. I remember that so clearly: the warm water, hearing the cheering teenagers celebrating my obedient dunk from underneath the water. We sang a campfire devotional song every night, and as I sat there after my dunking and dried out on that log, I was humbled.

Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord
Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord
And He
And He
Will lift you up.

I still sing it. While vacuuming. Sewing. At work, walking between the press machines. Driving to B's. Serving food to the needy.

Yesterday, B and I (along with about 20 other coworkers) cooked and served a meal to the needy and homeless in our community. I have commented a lot about how the hearts are bigger out here, about how the value system in the Midwest is unparalleled, in my opinion. As it turns out, those in need are the most gracious and loving of them all. They all said thank you. They smiled. The children... oh my heart, the children. We served more than 400 people last night. We poured 27 gallons of milk.

While I cooked, I goofed off with coworkers and thought about how blessed I am to have a job.

I mixed cole slaw by hand and thought about how blessed I am to have food on my table every night.

I watched B cook. Goof. Wipe tables and bust ass for SEVEN HOURS beside me. He smiled the whole time.

I washed a pan and realized that I am surrounded by everything I need: a forgiving God, a job and a home, my 3 gorgeous kidlets, an amazing boyfriend, 2 best friends who know me better than I know myself, more friends than I've ever had in my life, and a mom who could make Rose Nilund look abrasive. Most importantly, my attitude about faith and perserverance prevails: no matter what happens, God is in control. Everything else will pass as He intends it.

It was a lesson on life. It was humbling to realize that only one moment - one decision - separates each of us from those who came through the food line last night. God calls upon us to pray for them and to SERVE THEM humbly.

I'm so blessed that we did.

May 17, 2010


Random: I painted my walls green in high school. Kelly green. Grass green. I've always, always had a thing for green. I've also always, always had a thing for this gorgeous ball of dirt God gave us to live on. Since I began blogging 3 years ago, I've spent quite a bit of time trying to be green at home, too.

So it seems fitting that the love of my life is a horticulturalist, don't you think? Dude even showed up to my house wearing green. Can't get any more favorite for me.

Mercy. Forearm check: YO!

I wrote about B's green eyes already. So, so amazing. When I look into them, I see a world of growing possibility - just like the green grass itself. And yes, I still listen to this lovely song every night and say prayers of thanks for him. Gotta love some Coldplay.

So that's all I've got for you today. This post was brought to you by the color green.

And Dear B: Thank you for taking care of business for me today while I suffered through a seven hour meeting. Can't wait to cook and serve dinner to the poor with you tomorrow. And I especially love that you told me about saying your prayers before you go to bed. Love you to the stars.

The Moo Mowed

On Saturday, B brought all of his yard equipment to my house. He wanted to do something nice for me. Now, if you're like me you are thinking, 'didn't he just drop a flippin' alternator into your truck?' Why yes he did. Except this God Guy doesn't think like that. Primarily, he thinks about making me happy. But he also loves grass. I mean loves grass. And trees and leaves and plants. He's a walking horticulture encyclopedia, my Homeboy.

So he employed Trevor to help after teaching him how to use a pair of nipper-things. He told him the name of each plant and how to trim it so that it thrived. B explained how taking care of mom's lawn shows love. Trevor really got into it. Andrew was interested for about 11 seconds; then he went next door to play with a friend. Mabel and I picked up sticks and pulled weeds.

Then B got the mower out. Never wanting to be left out for a moment, Moo demanded to mow. So B let her.

They mowed together, just as slowly as she needed to walk, that entire front yard. (And please note her most darling top ponytail, would you?) B is so patient with her.

One of my most favorite photos, ever.

Drew came back home long enough to work up a piece of art on the front steps. Then he was gone again, doing his own thing.

Trevor was busy for hours. HOURS. The kid might have a calling, I tell you. He really gets into this earth-loving stuff like his mama. Having someone tell him what he's working on and teach him how to work on it properly was the cat's pajamas.

So after the Moo mowed the front yard, she decided her pigs were tired and she set about removing her sandals. Please refrain from passing out at the cuteness of her topknot. Reminds me of Tink, though.

Time to put your feet up, Girl. You earned it.

It was such a beautiful and productive weekend.

And Dear B: Every time I think it's not possible to fall more in love with you, you go and do something like this. To think that you continue to look for ways to care for me and lift me up is such a blessing. That your particular talents and expertise fit so precisely with my needs and wants is a God thing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of it. For not doing it for yourself. For looking so handsome while you were doing it. For including and teaching my kids how to care for their mom and show love, for taking care of the living stems in my yard, and for teaching my heart how NOT to beat alone. I will break my neck to do every bit of this right back for you every day. So much love for you, Babe.

May 16, 2010

Hey, Soul Sister, It Was The Alternator

So, remember when I said that my truck battery was dead? Yeah. It wasn't the battery. It was the alternator instead. Homeboy dropped a new alternator in my truck Friday night. Like it was nothing. We cranked up the radio, I held the light and made flirty comments, and B dove into my engine.

One of my favorite songs came on twice while we were working. Click on the video embedded below and enjoy! I know I did!

Hey, Soul Sister
by Train

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight.

Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one-track mind like me
You gave my life direction, a game show love connection we can't deny
I'm so obsessed, my heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna, and I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!

Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight.

The way you can cut a rug, watching you's the only drug I need
You're so gangsta, I'm so thug, you're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see, I can be myself now finally, in fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you be with me

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight,
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight.

*This post brought to you by the BRK support group, AKA: Bucket Fillers Anonymous. Thank you for your time.

May 14, 2010

A Friday Update

Wow, where in the heck did the week go?

I remember being busy. I got quite a lot done actually. Finished hanging the photo frames in my living room (though I still need order the new prints to go inside). There was Sherlock Holmes on the couch with my homeboy. Lots of rain. A two mile run next to that same homeboy. I made a boat load of hot dish and chicken pot pie for my freezer. Cleaned house and did about 12 loads of laundry (okay, that's an exaggeration... it was closer to 10). Had a 5 hour meeting at work yesterday.

This weekend I still need to:
  • Put away several loads of folded laundry
  • Iron (who am I kidding; this will NOT get done)
  • Mow the grass
  • Have the truck checked out to be sure it's safe for the drive in 2 weeks
  • Pick up some photos at Walmart that have been there for 2 weeks
  • Maybe, perhaps work on Trevor's quilt top just a bit

B and I are hoping the weather cooperates enough to take the kids to a ballgame or fishing... we'll see which they prefer. Trevor wants to go catch a gar.

May 11, 2010


Photo from

We have this thing, B and I. No, not the tomato soup thing. A thing with stars. Well, music and stars. Rambling. Sorry. If you're from the Great Plains or have just visited here and looked up over your head after dusk, you have seen the MASSIVE amount of stars up there. It is so perfect and amazing, it will stop you for a moment. Like a blanket of God's glory.

So, one evening way back when, B and I were chatting on Facebook. Flirting was amped up to like, 1000%. He was strumming his guitar while we chatted. First, Keith Urban's "Stupid Boy" and then Jack Johnson.

At the time, I couldn't remember who Jack Johnson was. He begged me to look up "Better Together" and "Constellations," which I did. Of course (and any of you who know and love Jack would understand this...) upon hearing the first few bars I immediately recognized him. He's the Curious George guy!

Since that time, B and I have listened to a lot of Jack together. Made plans to go see him in concert one day. We have danced beneath God's blanket of stars above us. We have danced in his living room, me in his arms, and his voice singing Jack's poetic words into my ear. And I love it. I love it that B associates God's blanket of stars and Jack's lyrics with our story.

So when I got my new phone, I couldn't wait to download the star app. Old one was broken, new DROID is divine. I love it. Did you know that Android has a free app for star gazing? Oh yes. It's Google Sky Map. You simply click on the app and point the phone toward the sky. It mirrors the stars that you see, except it draws out the constellations. Ahhhhhhhh.... cool, no? And since the DROID also runs more that one app at a time, I'm able to pull up YouTube and listen to Jack's Constellations while looking up at the constellations with my honey.

Lord, I am confused. Did you follow all of that? Stars... music... constellations... Jack... DROID. Wow. Sometimes drawing parallels is exhausting.

About Tomato Soup

On Mother's Day, we 5 came home from church ravenous for something comforting and warm and gooey. I knew exactly what I wanted to make and one grocery stop and 30 minutes later, homemade tomato basil soup with crusty finger bread grilled cheese was on its way. It was chilly out with predicted rain, and I wanted a cozy Mother's Day, so we needed comfort food. I put Mabel down for a 15 minute nap and B took the boys outside to play ball. It was quick, easy, and most definitely hit the spot.

I love to make soup. It is so comforting and motherly to me. Did you know that I made tomato soup last year on Mother's Day? I didn't either until just a moment ago. Funny.

So it makes sense to me why I called B 'Tomato Soup' on the blog for months, but I realized I never explained it. Aside from the comfort factor of his soul anywhere near mine (barf if you must), it began with some email passing after I returned from lunch one day. I had tomato soup and he commented about it. Then he kept commenting about it to the point where I was sure he had to be flirting. And so the tomato soup reference continued until the day when the sky broke open, the snow melted, and I woke the hell up. On that day I knew what I had to do. I went to the store and bought some tomato soup and the next day, I took it to work with me.

The next morning I got out a blank notecard and was deciding on what prose to include. Something like, 'I saw this and thought of you...' I wanted it to be appropriately friendly but with a coy bit of flirt, too. Just then my phone rang and it was B. We were knee-deep in one of our projects together and he had a question for me. Instead of answering it over the phone (here we go!), I told him to stay put (balls to the wall!), and I would be right up to his office. I threw the notecard in the trash, grabbed the soup can, and marched myself all the way through the plant and up the wooden stairs that led to his office. In retrospect, I wasn't nervous. I was certainly anxious, but never nervous. I was SURE.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. The soup was hiding behind the stack of papers in my hand, papers that I noticed were suddenly trembling just a tad. He was wearing one of my favorite shirts - the navy blue AE polo, with his radio cable curled around the collar. Had his glasses on, too, and I nearly lost my balance from swooning. We chatted about our project and then I told him that I had something for him. In a very bold and Rachelish move, I slammed the metaphoric GREEN LIGHT can of tomato soup down on his desk. "I saw this and it made me think of you." He smiled. I smiled. We went back to our conversation and I stopped trembling.

That was the moment. Right there, when he had to know that I was finally paying attention. And it worked. Thank God he was patient.

And so it seemed poetic on Sunday as we stood in the kitchen and he asked me how he could help. My hands were chopping and I said, "Stir the soup?" And so he did. He stirred my tomato soup. I thought about how long we've been together. A few months equal to a lifetime of possibility for both of us. Like the soup simmering on the stove, so was our love waiting to be enjoyed. It took us so long to find each other, after all. Full circle right there, Folks.

It was extra precious this morning when I walked up those same wooden steps to his office and handed him some of the soup for lunch today. Still not nervous, but still very SURE.

Man, I love me some tomato soup. A very lot.

May 10, 2010

My Mother's Day Kicked ASS

So, this past week was hard for me, a little. I knew Mother's Day was coming up, my mom was in Ohio, and the kids always seem to get extra crazy right about the time I need for them to settle down and let me feel the love. I feel silly in retrospect, always so resistent to my new normal. Life isn't perfect, but it sure is better now than it has EVER been. Of course, B was on top of things. Duh.

We spent Friday and most of Saturday together and then B and I had dinner with his little girl.

Mother's Day itself brought fresh coffee, waffles, and strawberries. We all went to church together and I stood, holding hands with my God guy while singing DCB's "How He Loves Us." Literally a dream come true, that moment. And... AND... after lazing about the couch and watching movies all evening, we had some yummy lasagna (which we made together) and READ THE BIBLE TOGETHER. Seriously. Best Mom's Day ever.

I hope sincerely that each of you had a wonderful celebration yesterday. Sisters, Daughters, Mothers, Grandmothers, and Friends: all of us women have one of the most important jobs on this Earth. We are so blessed to be women.

Oh - I also received my usual favorite handmade cards from the children. Got me all gooey. But this year I had one more than I expected. B had gotten me a card, too. In it, he thanked me for being the exact mom that I am, and for sharing who I am with my children. The card was about appreciating the minor chaos of a family... him, me, kids, and crazy... and he wouldn't change a thing. I was floored, People. The card played one of my most favorite songs.


May 7, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Best job I've ever had, without a doubt. I thank God every day that he trusted me to do it 3 times over.

And for allowing me to learn from one of the best. Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!

Progress Report

Okay, so I was ambitious. Aren't I always?

I think I did pretty good with my list of things to do this week, though thanks to your comments, I expanded my deadline into next week.

It rained all week here so as a result, I did not run. I did find other ways to exercise. Such as: painting the two walls in my living room Grey Matters (second coat while I was watching Grey's Anatomy - irony, that?).

I also did not find time to do my freezer cooking. Perhaps that will happen this weekend or early next week. Hmmm... maybe a lasagna for mother's day?

In addition to the items I listed, I also planned itineraries for the kids' upcoming trip and sewed a table runner for a friend. That counts, right?

So, this morning I put the kids in the truck to head to school/sitter's house. Unfortunately, my truck did not want to go. Seems that last night when I ran out to grab Jack Johnson's En Concert CD from my CD player, I did not remove my keys from the ignition... and she sat all night leaking power. After a quick call to a friend, he and my hunky dunky had the kids to school and me jumped in no time. What started as a tremendous pain in the ass turned into quite the delight for my heart. It's not every Friday at 8:15am that I get a kiss from the love of my life.

Sigh. Happy weekend, Everyone!

May 6, 2010

Wicked Cool

Have I told you all I have a thing for wicked cool couples photography? Do. Totally do.

All photos properly credited on my Tumblr. (But all are from my favorites: Anna Kuperberg, Jessica Claire, Nate & Jacyln, Sean Flanigan, Jonas Peterson, Dott Photography)

May 5, 2010

Four Things

Just four things itching up some fantastic inspiration in me today:

Rachel Denbow

Posie Gets Cozy

Sweet, Sweet Life

Dottie Angel

That and I've been spending a lot of work time next to my homeboy lately. New project. So fun. I forgot how good he smells when I stand next to him, how we don't always agree (never have, but it still works), how I am somehow capable of paying attention to the words coming out of his perfect lips while feeling all warm and dizzy at the same time, how much I respect how brilliant he is, and how I can see in his green eyes how very much he supports me ... DANG it feels so inspiring to work with him. I LOVE it. It fills me up.

Think I'm going to paint and hang some pictures tonight. I've gotta, or I'm going to BUST.

OH! And I have a ton of hamburger to brown up for all of my freezer cooking. Hope I get to that tonight, too.

May 3, 2010

Things to Do This Week... And Into Next Week, Too Because I Am INSANE

Photo (and canvased photos) by the amazing Anna Kuperberg. I emulate; that's all I can say.

Things to Do This Week
haircuts for the boys
packing list for the kids upcoming Ohio trip (exciting!)
grocery shop
new bible purchase
sports shop shopping
plan a bedroom swap*
paint new master bedroom
hang frames in the living room
paint 2 walls of the living room
plan living room quilt (and finish Trevor's first! - okay, doubt the finishing will happen this week)
plan living room pillows (4, 18x18)
make lasagna (plus one for freezing)
make tater tot hot dish (plus one for freezing)
make chicken pot pie (plus one for freezing)
make sloppy joes (yep, you guessed it...)
beg a potato salad recipe from a friend for Friday's cookout
run another 7+ miles this week
make snickerdoodles for the two special girls in my life
paint the Moo's toes
jump up and down and fret and wait for my first ever Polaroid film to arrive
jump up and down and fret and try to decide what to shoot with said Polaroid film
Drew's coach pitch practice
Trev's kid pitch practice
Plans with B
Stealing as many kisses from my sweetie as I possibly can
Plan some home landscaping (did I ever tell you that B is a horticulturalist, too? FREAKING COOL, isn't it?)

* When we moved in, I gave the boys the master bedroom because I wanted the North bedroom. For I have no idea why. Now I am trading them!