Chico bought me these ...
you can say it. I'm spoiled.
I love them. I really really really love them.
I feel pretty and happy and did I say pretty(?) in them ...
I even named them! =))))))
Monday, April 30, 2007
i have issues
I know this does not come as shocking news to most of you who know me well ... but for those of you who dont ...
I dont like hair.
I dont like germs.
I dont like sharing my bathroom unless I'm sleeping with you.
I definately dont like shoes in the house.
Do not even think of sitting on public transit and then sitting on my couch.
The list goes on and on and on.
Really, we've only scratched the surface.
The main reason this is coming up today is because someone who I would say is fairly close to me just about made my head pop off yesterday! Apparently, she had NO idea the types of things that gross me out. Or she thought I was kidding or it was justly mildly grossed out.
Yesterday, I found out ... wait for it ... Hockey. Players.Buy.USED.hockey.pants.
Doesn't matter if you have the money for new ones. Doesn't matter.
Do you realize This means that: someone elses.ASSsweat.touches.YOUR.ass.
Um yuck.
Chico, help me here. Explain in my comments just how much medication was probably needed to stop me from having a panick attack yesterday when I heard this.
To make matters worse, the NEW hockey pants are really only 30 to 40 dollars more than the used asssweat ones... so really one is CHOOSING to smell like another person's ass sweat.
I have a headache now and need to go buy some antibacterial wet wipes.
I dont like hair.
I dont like germs.
I dont like sharing my bathroom unless I'm sleeping with you.
I definately dont like shoes in the house.
Do not even think of sitting on public transit and then sitting on my couch.
The list goes on and on and on.
Really, we've only scratched the surface.
The main reason this is coming up today is because someone who I would say is fairly close to me just about made my head pop off yesterday! Apparently, she had NO idea the types of things that gross me out. Or she thought I was kidding or it was justly mildly grossed out.
Yesterday, I found out ... wait for it ... Hockey. Players.Buy.USED.hockey.pants.
Doesn't matter if you have the money for new ones. Doesn't matter.
Do you realize This means that: someone elses.ASSsweat.touches.YOUR.ass.
Um yuck.
Chico, help me here. Explain in my comments just how much medication was probably needed to stop me from having a panick attack yesterday when I heard this.
To make matters worse, the NEW hockey pants are really only 30 to 40 dollars more than the used asssweat ones... so really one is CHOOSING to smell like another person's ass sweat.
I have a headache now and need to go buy some antibacterial wet wipes.
Friday, April 27, 2007
are we all just waiting for the 'one' to come home?
I have a lot of people in my life right now that are pining, waiting for, or trying to get over the 'one'. A few of them are in loving, stable relationships but a piece of their heart resides with the 'one'.
Do we all do this?
Spend time with one another, meet others and run around filling our time until the 'one' comes back to his or her proper place? If you really feel like you should be with the 'one' can someone else actually distract you enough to make you move forward?
Does anyone ever fall for their 'distraction' while waiting for the 'one' to come back?
It has never worked for me. The person in my heart is just there and has been stuck there it seems forever. But who knows, I'll give anything a try. =) Dating is a hard job, but someone has to do it! =)
What is that ridiculous saying (or was it a song?) "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with?". There are a lot of people trying that out right now. I think at some point everyone must try it?
This entry sounds a little like I am talking in riddles or codes or have little secrets. Maybe I do, maybe I dont but it is my blog and I'm the star of this show and sometimes I need to write things out without actually telling you all anything! A girl has to have some secrets!
Anyways - Megan (the daughter) - I think mama might finally be cool (so NOT). Last night, on a school night no less(!), I ended up at a party in an old converted church with a bunch of physicists! Mama stayed up past 10 pm! I was drinking water and taking aspirin by midnight but still... =)
The word debauchery came up. It is now my word of the day.
de·bauch·er·y
1. excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures; intemperance.
2. archaic. seduction from duty, allegiance, or virtue.
...As in Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson, Motley Crue, Theory of A Deadman and Default - all of which I am giving up today to listen to a gift I was given yesterday: a mixed cd which includes Sarah Harmer, Amos Lee, Ani DiFranco and Jane Siberry.
Wish me luck, I'm branching out!
Do we all do this?
Spend time with one another, meet others and run around filling our time until the 'one' comes back to his or her proper place? If you really feel like you should be with the 'one' can someone else actually distract you enough to make you move forward?
Does anyone ever fall for their 'distraction' while waiting for the 'one' to come back?
It has never worked for me. The person in my heart is just there and has been stuck there it seems forever. But who knows, I'll give anything a try. =) Dating is a hard job, but someone has to do it! =)
What is that ridiculous saying (or was it a song?) "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with?". There are a lot of people trying that out right now. I think at some point everyone must try it?
This entry sounds a little like I am talking in riddles or codes or have little secrets. Maybe I do, maybe I dont but it is my blog and I'm the star of this show and sometimes I need to write things out without actually telling you all anything! A girl has to have some secrets!
Anyways - Megan (the daughter) - I think mama might finally be cool (so NOT). Last night, on a school night no less(!), I ended up at a party in an old converted church with a bunch of physicists! Mama stayed up past 10 pm! I was drinking water and taking aspirin by midnight but still... =)
The word debauchery came up. It is now my word of the day.
de·bauch·er·y
1. excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures; intemperance.
2. archaic. seduction from duty, allegiance, or virtue.
...As in Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson, Motley Crue, Theory of A Deadman and Default - all of which I am giving up today to listen to a gift I was given yesterday: a mixed cd which includes Sarah Harmer, Amos Lee, Ani DiFranco and Jane Siberry.
Wish me luck, I'm branching out!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
second posting today ... mom and carole
Here is a little hello and an introduction to my mom and to her best friend Carole. We grew up with Carole so my sister and I call her Auntie Carole.
My mom has been reading my blog from conception. She now knows more about me than she ever wanted to know! She took a little break from reading it while her computer was at the computer hospital so I know she must be doing some serious reading to catch up on my life. Like, I said before Mom, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
I never put anything mean or unkind about anyone in here but it can get a little, um - personal!
Yesterday, mom taught herself how to comment on my blog. Yippee for mom! She says she will try to disguise herself next time so watch out for 'Tink' because that'll be her!
So Auntie Carole if you are reading this, you and mom are the stars of my blog today. I hope you leave comments too because you never fail to make me chuckle! Dont try to hide your identity though... I'll out ya'!
Much love,
k
saturday ...
This is where I will be.I volunteer for this cause. For the last two years I have helped round up sponsors to donate raffle items for the show. I attend the show and sell the raffle tickets. It was a fun night last year and this year is looking good
The event is a community outreach initiative by students of West Point Grey Academy as part of their “Fashion for a Cause“ project which will be held at the Rocky Mountaineer Station at 1755 Cottrell St. (at Terminal) on Saturday, April 28, 2007.
The students have chosen to support the Children’s Arthritis Foundation because it is the only charity that focuses entirely on the needs of kids with Rheumatic disease. The show will feature youth and adult fashion from some of Vancouver’s hottest designers and fashion outlets, and will play to an audience of more than 500 people.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
a little R and R and then my bubble burst ...
The good stuff first.
The tears part later.
This weekend was about getting away from the loft and getting some much needed Rest and Relaxation.
It was great!
I feel great!
And quite frankly, I look great too! Smiling, brighter eyes, shiny hair, all good happy things. =)
I love being with my best friend. As soon as I put my head on his shoulder, it is like I am home and all my worries fall away.
Friday night: very cosy, watched the movie "The Last Kiss". Sad movie. My take on it: Human beings just don’t realize what they need sometimes until its too late.
Saturday: My Aunt’s beautiful house on her little private lake. She has two dogs, a wonderful husband (my uncle Ellis), five cats and a bunch of running ducks. It was amazing. Good company, good stories, a sunshiny day and a nice cup of tea! Thanks Auntie Carole!
Saturday night: Food, candy and watched another movie "The Great New Wonderful". Another cosy relaxing night.
Sunday:
English Antique Car Show in Fort Langley. FUN!
Lunch at the Fort Langley pub – Strawberry Crepes, some Baileys and hot water… got a yummy little afternoon delight buzz going and then we headed off to the Fort Wine Co.
Cute little place.
Did a little wine tasting, had a little focaccia bread with cranberry balsamic vinegar. I was completely spoiled with a box of those awesome Lesley Stowe Raincoast Crips, a bottle of the cranberry balsamic vinegar and a bottle of the wine - THANK YOU! The one that I liked the best out of all the ones I tried was the the Green Apple wine, it was the driest.
The day was topped off with a nice drive in the country … all in all a spectacular day/weekend.
Now, about the tears…
I bought a new book this weekend. Alice Munroe, “Away From Her”. Nutshell: the story of an aging couple's relationship that is tested as the woman develops Alzheimer's disease and forgets her long years of marriage.
The forward is what got me going. It is written by Sarah Polley and is about her lover's opinions on love. True love. Adult love.
He told her that he didn’t believe that love was the name for the butterflies he had in his stomach after three weeks. The butterflies were there, but he didn’t think they were … important. He told her of his parents, how they had been together for forty-five years, and how sometimes, as his mother washed the dishes, her husband would approach her as she worked, slip his arms around her waist and lightly kiss the back of her neck. He thought that this endurance was the definition of love, not that initial insanity. If something remained, some inexplicable, intangible thread managed to stay unbroken, after the betrayals and the hurt and the disappointment that any marriage must surely endure, then that was what he was willing to concede must be love.
EXACTLY! Really, exactly.
This is what I believe to be true. I want and need the butterflies but in no way have them confused with the idea of unconditional love and lifelong friendship in a marriage.
The tears came in when Chico decided to tell me the truth about life and love in reality. He believes this kind of love, the one I dream of, rarely develops anymore. He believes in this day and age that kind of love just doesn't happen. What he said rang true. It felt true enough to upset me. I mean really upset me. The bubble was burst and the dam broke! There were a lot of tears!
The thing is I am happy dating, have no problem being on my own. I am quite independent and I would rather be with no one than the wrong one. I am busy, I have a beautiful child, I have solid friends, a good family and love and happiness in my life. I have ups and down and hardships like anyone else but I can honestly say I feel loved and supported. I am in no hurry to be in a ‘relationship’.
... But the truth is ... the end goal of any dating I do is to someday fall in love like described above. Unconditionally, completely in love. I want someone beside me in life to add to the already good things I have. I want someone to show me more. I want someone to share the things we want to do together and someone to come home to share the stuff that I do on my own. I want someone who will let me lean on them without having to talk about it. I want someone who will love me when I am being a bit of an ass. I want someone who cares what I am doing when I am out and about making my way in the world, even when we are out and about doing separate things.
Chico doesn’t believe that kind of love exists anymore. At the very least, rarely. And maybe he is right. People just don’t ‘stick’ anymore. We don’t work through hard times, there always seems to be another ‘love’ around the corner. Some greener pasture, better bigger love, something pulling us away from one another.
*Sigh*
As Carrie said on Sex in the City said (and Lindsey in her blog on Saturday): “I just want someone to stand still with for a minute."
Ok, I'm done.
The tears part later.
This weekend was about getting away from the loft and getting some much needed Rest and Relaxation.
It was great!
I feel great!
And quite frankly, I look great too! Smiling, brighter eyes, shiny hair, all good happy things. =)
I love being with my best friend. As soon as I put my head on his shoulder, it is like I am home and all my worries fall away.
Friday night: very cosy, watched the movie "The Last Kiss". Sad movie. My take on it: Human beings just don’t realize what they need sometimes until its too late.
Saturday: My Aunt’s beautiful house on her little private lake. She has two dogs, a wonderful husband (my uncle Ellis), five cats and a bunch of running ducks. It was amazing. Good company, good stories, a sunshiny day and a nice cup of tea! Thanks Auntie Carole!
Saturday night: Food, candy and watched another movie "The Great New Wonderful". Another cosy relaxing night.
Sunday:
English Antique Car Show in Fort Langley. FUN!
Lunch at the Fort Langley pub – Strawberry Crepes, some Baileys and hot water… got a yummy little afternoon delight buzz going and then we headed off to the Fort Wine Co.
Cute little place.
Did a little wine tasting, had a little focaccia bread with cranberry balsamic vinegar. I was completely spoiled with a box of those awesome Lesley Stowe Raincoast Crips, a bottle of the cranberry balsamic vinegar and a bottle of the wine - THANK YOU! The one that I liked the best out of all the ones I tried was the the Green Apple wine, it was the driest.
The day was topped off with a nice drive in the country … all in all a spectacular day/weekend.
Now, about the tears…
I bought a new book this weekend. Alice Munroe, “Away From Her”. Nutshell: the story of an aging couple's relationship that is tested as the woman develops Alzheimer's disease and forgets her long years of marriage.
The forward is what got me going. It is written by Sarah Polley and is about her lover's opinions on love. True love. Adult love.
He told her that he didn’t believe that love was the name for the butterflies he had in his stomach after three weeks. The butterflies were there, but he didn’t think they were … important. He told her of his parents, how they had been together for forty-five years, and how sometimes, as his mother washed the dishes, her husband would approach her as she worked, slip his arms around her waist and lightly kiss the back of her neck. He thought that this endurance was the definition of love, not that initial insanity. If something remained, some inexplicable, intangible thread managed to stay unbroken, after the betrayals and the hurt and the disappointment that any marriage must surely endure, then that was what he was willing to concede must be love.
EXACTLY! Really, exactly.
This is what I believe to be true. I want and need the butterflies but in no way have them confused with the idea of unconditional love and lifelong friendship in a marriage.
The tears came in when Chico decided to tell me the truth about life and love in reality. He believes this kind of love, the one I dream of, rarely develops anymore. He believes in this day and age that kind of love just doesn't happen. What he said rang true. It felt true enough to upset me. I mean really upset me. The bubble was burst and the dam broke! There were a lot of tears!
The thing is I am happy dating, have no problem being on my own. I am quite independent and I would rather be with no one than the wrong one. I am busy, I have a beautiful child, I have solid friends, a good family and love and happiness in my life. I have ups and down and hardships like anyone else but I can honestly say I feel loved and supported. I am in no hurry to be in a ‘relationship’.
... But the truth is ... the end goal of any dating I do is to someday fall in love like described above. Unconditionally, completely in love. I want someone beside me in life to add to the already good things I have. I want someone to show me more. I want someone to share the things we want to do together and someone to come home to share the stuff that I do on my own. I want someone who will let me lean on them without having to talk about it. I want someone who will love me when I am being a bit of an ass. I want someone who cares what I am doing when I am out and about making my way in the world, even when we are out and about doing separate things.
Chico doesn’t believe that kind of love exists anymore. At the very least, rarely. And maybe he is right. People just don’t ‘stick’ anymore. We don’t work through hard times, there always seems to be another ‘love’ around the corner. Some greener pasture, better bigger love, something pulling us away from one another.
*Sigh*
As Carrie said on Sex in the City said (and Lindsey in her blog on Saturday): “I just want someone to stand still with for a minute."
Ok, I'm done.
Friday, April 20, 2007
today's five continued ...
One of my friends, who wishes to remain anonymous, who I will forever call "Spam" now (good story) answered my five questions from Finn...
Number three is the BEST!
1.Worm (because it just sounds cool)
2.Failure to laugh
3“Girlfrind, you look FABULOUS – now sashay-chantez through those gates…mmmhhhhmmmmm You Know It; God is Gay”
Get me out of my office.
Kind, Caring, Compassionate…but still a little dirty (in the best kind of way).
Number three is the BEST!
1.Worm (because it just sounds cool)
2.Failure to laugh
3“Girlfrind, you look FABULOUS – now sashay-chantez through those gates…mmmhhhhmmmmm You Know It; God is Gay”
Get me out of my office.
Kind, Caring, Compassionate…but still a little dirty (in the best kind of way).
today's five
I have answered five questions today from my friend Finn. See her blog today for an explanation of where these five questions came from.
1. What is your favourite word?
My Answer: Suspect ... as in “I suspect …”
2. What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?
My Answer: A wasted life.
3. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
My Answer: Thanks for playing my game of life, here is the secret to life, and now you are lucky enough to go back, do it again with all the secrets!
4. What is your present state of mind?
My Answer: A little annoyed, very excited about my weekend, and a little frisky!
5. What would you like to be?
My Answer: Useful, needed and an inspiration, if just to one person...
If you want to play, too, type “interview me” in my comment section (don't forget your email address). I will respond by emailing you 5 questions. I get to pick them, and you have to answer them all. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking you to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions and so on and so on and so on.
... FUN... kind of reminds me of my Secret Game!
1. What is your favourite word?
My Answer: Suspect ... as in “I suspect …”
2. What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?
My Answer: A wasted life.
3. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
My Answer: Thanks for playing my game of life, here is the secret to life, and now you are lucky enough to go back, do it again with all the secrets!
4. What is your present state of mind?
My Answer: A little annoyed, very excited about my weekend, and a little frisky!
5. What would you like to be?
My Answer: Useful, needed and an inspiration, if just to one person...
If you want to play, too, type “interview me” in my comment section (don't forget your email address). I will respond by emailing you 5 questions. I get to pick them, and you have to answer them all. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking you to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions and so on and so on and so on.
... FUN... kind of reminds me of my Secret Game!
on kindness
The Sufis advise us to speak only after our words have managed to pass through three gates.
After the first gate, we ask ourselves,
"Are these words true?"
If so, we let them pass on; if not, back they go.
At the second gate, we ask,
"Are they necessary?
At the last gate, we ask,
"Are they kind?"
After the first gate, we ask ourselves,
"Are these words true?"
If so, we let them pass on; if not, back they go.
At the second gate, we ask,
"Are they necessary?
At the last gate, we ask,
"Are they kind?"
Thursday, April 19, 2007
on love
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love ...
... listens but doesn't believe...
... and leaves before she is left ...
Marylin Monroe
... listens but doesn't believe...
... and leaves before she is left ...
Marylin Monroe
to my heart, my love, my baby girl
"Take my hand and see through my eyes all that is beautiful in life."
small irritation
I am wearing one of my cutest pair of socks today. Black, with little purple and pink flowers on them.
Sadly, my big toe on my left foot has poked through.=(
Quite annoying.
...Especially because I am perfectly groomed - so there is no good reason for my toe to be cutting holes in my socks... unlike someone I know! (you know who you are!)
Sadly, my big toe on my left foot has poked through.=(
Quite annoying.
...Especially because I am perfectly groomed - so there is no good reason for my toe to be cutting holes in my socks... unlike someone I know! (you know who you are!)
Friday, April 13, 2007
mystery girl
This entry is probably going to offend someone, more than one, i dont know but it here it goes anyway ...
Funny story.
Yesterday I receive a text from a number I dont recognize. It is a picture of a store called "Chicos". No note, nothing.
So last night while I was out having drinks with Chico I showed him the picture. Who is it from?
I dont know!
How could you not know?
I just dont.
He grabs my phone and calls the number.
"Hi, who's this?"
And of course Chico does not ever really listen and thinks the girl said Brenda but is not sure...so ends up having this conversation with 'Brenda' who is now in Disneyland and saw the pic and thought of me and sent it.
Hm. Back to square one. Dont know a 'Brenda' in Disneyland at the moment.
I know two Brendas and they both have their numbers programmed in the phone.
Two seconds later:
I get a text from the same number:
"Saw it and thought of you, had to take a pic. Chico sounds cute, is he? Sorry, walking hormone here."
Hm. Someone texting me knows my best friend is Chico but has never met him.
I have no FREAKING idea.
I wonder if she's cute? =)
Funny story.
Yesterday I receive a text from a number I dont recognize. It is a picture of a store called "Chicos". No note, nothing.
So last night while I was out having drinks with Chico I showed him the picture. Who is it from?
I dont know!
How could you not know?
I just dont.
He grabs my phone and calls the number.
"Hi, who's this?"
And of course Chico does not ever really listen and thinks the girl said Brenda but is not sure...so ends up having this conversation with 'Brenda' who is now in Disneyland and saw the pic and thought of me and sent it.
Hm. Back to square one. Dont know a 'Brenda' in Disneyland at the moment.
I know two Brendas and they both have their numbers programmed in the phone.
Two seconds later:
I get a text from the same number:
"Saw it and thought of you, had to take a pic. Chico sounds cute, is he? Sorry, walking hormone here."
Hm. Someone texting me knows my best friend is Chico but has never met him.
I have no FREAKING idea.
I wonder if she's cute? =)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
the secret game
Those of you who have the unfortunate distinction of being one of my inner circle of loved ones knows that I have an annoying, obnoxious habit (i call it a 'game') of asking you to tell me a secret.
Some of you played along with me for years. I love - LOVE! the game.
The first time I ask someone to tell me a secret the answer is always the most fun! The expression on the person's face when he/she realizes that I am actually serious and really do want a secret revealed to me is priceless. I never know what you are going to come up with. And you never, ever disappoint me in what you come up with.
Sometimes people tell me secrets about themselves, fun stuff, dirty stuff, deep dark stuff, or good stuff they feel about me (those are my favourite). Sometimes people tell me secrets they are holding for OTHER people. FUN!
My daughter, Chico and a few others are now at the point now that when I ask for a secret I get the 'eye roll' and a big "forget it girl, I'm not playing that game anymore". My secret about the Secret Game is that one secret is never enough for me. As soon as I realize that you are willing to play along, I will keep asking and asking and asking.
I want to know it all.
Well. Recently the Blog Gods wanted to make me happy ... they dropped a blog all about secrets into my lap:
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
People write a secret on a post card (anonymously) send it in to the address on the website. The Secret Blogger scans and puts it on his/her website! Some of the stuff is really juicy, some of it is downright dirty and some of it is really really sad. =(
Check it out when you have a minute. I was keeping it my little secret for awhile but am now sharing.
If any of you out there reading this post today love me ... you'll send me a secret in the comments section...
Come on...
... show the love....
... you know you want to.
Some of you played along with me for years. I love - LOVE! the game.
The first time I ask someone to tell me a secret the answer is always the most fun! The expression on the person's face when he/she realizes that I am actually serious and really do want a secret revealed to me is priceless. I never know what you are going to come up with. And you never, ever disappoint me in what you come up with.
Sometimes people tell me secrets about themselves, fun stuff, dirty stuff, deep dark stuff, or good stuff they feel about me (those are my favourite). Sometimes people tell me secrets they are holding for OTHER people. FUN!
My daughter, Chico and a few others are now at the point now that when I ask for a secret I get the 'eye roll' and a big "forget it girl, I'm not playing that game anymore". My secret about the Secret Game is that one secret is never enough for me. As soon as I realize that you are willing to play along, I will keep asking and asking and asking.
I want to know it all.
Well. Recently the Blog Gods wanted to make me happy ... they dropped a blog all about secrets into my lap:
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
People write a secret on a post card (anonymously) send it in to the address on the website. The Secret Blogger scans and puts it on his/her website! Some of the stuff is really juicy, some of it is downright dirty and some of it is really really sad. =(
Check it out when you have a minute. I was keeping it my little secret for awhile but am now sharing.
If any of you out there reading this post today love me ... you'll send me a secret in the comments section...
Come on...
... show the love....
... you know you want to.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
things that make me smile ...
1. Kiss me on my forehead.
2. Hold my hand (not with our fingers laced - the other way...).
3. Touch the inside of my elbow or the back of my knee ... ever so lightly ...
4. When I call, text or email, the first thing out of your mouth is "I was just thinking about you".
5. Meeting a dog named Finnigin.
6. Visiting the ocean on my walk home.
7. Suprising me with something small, just because.
8. Letting me look after you, cook for you, pack you a lunch, something, anything, so that I feel needed.
9. Seeing my daughter with a genuine, happy smile on her face.
10. The sound of the ponds in my yard.
11. The sound of the rain on my skylights.
12. My new friends.
13. My old friends.
14. Rings that fit on either hand.
15. The first five seconds of a shower, the moment where you close your eyes, shut out the world and dunk your head under the faucet ...
16. The first five seconds of the morning ... that moment when you wake up and realize it is the start of a new day and today is going to be, has to be, better than yesterday.
17. Volunteering and meeting new people that surprise you with their story.
18. The look on your face when it breaks into a smile when I've said something funny.
19. Stumbling across a new blog to read that is a little racy, funny, creative or insightful.
... to be continued ...
2. Hold my hand (not with our fingers laced - the other way...).
3. Touch the inside of my elbow or the back of my knee ... ever so lightly ...
4. When I call, text or email, the first thing out of your mouth is "I was just thinking about you".
5. Meeting a dog named Finnigin.
6. Visiting the ocean on my walk home.
7. Suprising me with something small, just because.
8. Letting me look after you, cook for you, pack you a lunch, something, anything, so that I feel needed.
9. Seeing my daughter with a genuine, happy smile on her face.
10. The sound of the ponds in my yard.
11. The sound of the rain on my skylights.
12. My new friends.
13. My old friends.
14. Rings that fit on either hand.
15. The first five seconds of a shower, the moment where you close your eyes, shut out the world and dunk your head under the faucet ...
16. The first five seconds of the morning ... that moment when you wake up and realize it is the start of a new day and today is going to be, has to be, better than yesterday.
17. Volunteering and meeting new people that surprise you with their story.
18. The look on your face when it breaks into a smile when I've said something funny.
19. Stumbling across a new blog to read that is a little racy, funny, creative or insightful.
... to be continued ...
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
"oilers fan" probably wont let me anywhere near the car lot after this ...
... but what the heck we need to lighten things up on this blog again ...
Here's my secret. I keep a list of things I want to do before I croak. I thought I would share one of them with you today:
I have ALWAYS wanted to drive a car in a smash up derby.
Just call me Leather Tuscadero!
Seriously.
Here's my secret. I keep a list of things I want to do before I croak. I thought I would share one of them with you today:
I have ALWAYS wanted to drive a car in a smash up derby.
Just call me Leather Tuscadero!
Seriously.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
making out
I love that commercial for (diet?) Pepsi where the wife says all she wants from her youth is for her and her husband to make out like they used to ...
=)
Remember making out????????
Typing this made my eyes close for a second and the sides of my lips curl up into a smile. =)
There is nothing better, at any age, than sitting in a car somewhere (especially when you should be getting out of the car to run an errand or some other mundane task) and suddenly there is a hand on the back of your neck pulling you forward and you find yourself being KISSED.
Unexpectedly, gloriously kissed.
KISSED.
Kissed with intention.
The kind of kiss that makes your knees weak, your eyes water, your insides tumble around.
The kind of kiss that makes you forget that you are in a car in the middle of the street with children walking by.
The kind of kiss that when you look back on it a year later your knees still want to send you crumbling to the ground.
The kind of kiss that makes you wonder why you aren't ALWAYS kissing.
The kind of kiss that make wonder why you would spend any portion of your day doing anything else but making out.
*Sigh*
Forget holding my hand. Can you please KISS me?
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