Posts tagged ‘love’

April 18th, 2012

shine on. it is, after all, a great day to be alive.

things aren’t perfect. that’s for sure.

but today, i have to say, it’s a great day to be alive.

travis tritt style even.

and yep. i totally just embedded a video of a mullet-clad country singer.
cause, to be honest, that’s how i role many days.

can i get a WHO-RA! new hampshire?

but for real. the sun’s been shining, my bare tootsies have been smiling, my children are covered in dirt and i’m singing.

also, we’ve been here a whole lot.

which a certain someone takes very seriously.

his sister, however, has bigger fish to fry; like the pebble variety that inevitably make their way into her shoes. harrumph.

not to worry, this wild one can’t be slowed for long.

except maybe for the occasional, life-sized, granny smith.
(rumor has it she even made it onto the live radio broadcast as the “little girl in the stands eating the enormous apple”.)

and in other news, we’ve been on a complete chocolate high the easter bunny came!

and we welcomed him/her with open arms.

and of course, the obligatory egg hunt.

next year, note to bunny self, do not mix candy with special rocks. funny how hard to distinguish the two can be.

and to be honest, the past few weeks have left me totally blissed out.

happy spring. i hope you all are finding your inner shine and letting it go buck wild.


(photo credit: bliss sisters)

January 2nd, 2012

aspire to incorporate. bring it awn 2012.

i’ve decided that this year is going to be one of my best yet.
afterall, it may be the last one ever so might as well go out with a bang, no?

i’ve never been one for new years resolutions. somehow they never seem to work for me (or the other 50 billion who try).

so this year i’m not making any specific, quantitative goals. i am not going to loose 3 or 5 or 7 pounds. i will not go to the gym 3 times per week. i will not limit my discretionary clothing fund to $35. i will not only buy one new pair of shoes.

but there are things i will do. things i am going to incorporate, not resolve to do.

they are, in no particular order:

breathe.

move.

dance.

be me. all the time, even when it feels easier to adapt and change.

make love to my husband. a lot.

eat less sugar.

watch my aunt beat breast cancer.

stop re-arranging furniture.

breathe.

run the cranberry race with my mom.

drink better wine.

skype with the distant loves in my life.

keep paco cinco alive.

resurrect our love fern.

create.

laugh.

execute.

see the hawks win. often.

not only understand that the answers i seek lie within but believe it.

let go.

enjoy.

there are probably a million more. but these are the most important, the most doable and will be the most rewarding; this i know.

in fact, speaking of letting go…

last night i had to spend some about-to-expire kohls cash. after perusing the aisles and coming up with a handful of towels, a shelf and a pillow i thought of a better plan.

pointing to the kids’ shoe aisle i heard a voice come up my throat and out my lips, ‘go ahead guys, pick out whatever you want’.

remember this gal?

well, move on over hannah.2011 the newer letting-go version has already arrived.

welcome hannah.2012. my kids really like her.

just to clear the air, yes they light up.

and even get special privileges like sleeping with ‘brawnya’ in her new crib.

and of course give you extra super special super hero powers. along with batman boxer briefs, of course. killer duo those two.

wishing you a joyous and present two thousand and twelve. i hope you resolve to do little and aspire to incorporate plenty.

and at the very least follow paolo nutini’s advice and put some new shoes on.

hey, i put some new shoes on
and suddenly everything is right
i said, hey, i put some new shoes on and everybody’s smiling
it’s so inviting

November 10th, 2011

it’s all about the babies, benjamin.

i’ve been predicting this feisty, clever and wild spirited little lady’s personality for two years.

and i have to say, she’s becoming all i could have ever imagined. times five thousand infinities.

plus a LOT of gray hairs. i can feel them changing color as i sit here and type. but i will love each and every one of those coarse, curly gray follicles (why is that, anyway?) as much as i love her. maybe.

the past couple of months she’s been baby obsessed. which, i know is totally normal but somehow caught me slightly off guard.

but it’s super duper cute.

just like her, if i do say so myself.

faves are ‘breyonia’ (which started as breanna a friends’ daughter but has started to sound more like beyonce), ‘sally’ (our realtor who we recently visited), ‘dana’ (another friends’ daughter) and ‘tiny’ (welp, she’s just that) and ‘stella’ (a wicked awesome doll with a belly button, cloth diapers and a cute little pouch to store them in)

i feel like i should have a pagrillion more of these but here are a couple photos from the this week

and in tune with our baby theme, j told me today that he wants his own little baby to play baseball with.
i responded with, ‘let’s leave the baby making to the Duggars”. not so sure he got that one, but he agreed. perfect.

happy day and YEAR of the babies. i think there are going to be quite a few special souls, even beyond breyonia and stella and Duggar #20, making their debut.

(ps. because when i just re-read this last sentence it sounded very leading…this does NOT mean that i am pregnant. or expecting to be. just that i know several special woman that are :) )

August 23rd, 2011

the exceptional people.

friends and husbands. moms and sisters. beta fish and sons. chuck taylors and summer-time feet.

it took me thirty years to figure it out. but holy hell, ALL relationships are hard. and take time. and need work.

i know, right. what an epiphany. well, i guess i’m a little slow on the uptake. forgive me, please.

for sure this decade of my life will entail sustaining, revitalizing and improving the love that i hold for so many. and i’d like to think the love that so many hold for me.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke

pretty sweet, eh?

it makes me smile thinking about all the people i can’t wait to see whole against the sky.

here’s to the life-long lessons we all have to decipher. and here’s to the exceptional people who actually recognize they’ve got some serious shit to work out.

truly, i’m starting to think that is more than half the battle.

April 21st, 2011

deliciously {stickered} on you.

in the past few weeks my leading little lady has seriously grown.

and yes, she does like to eat. a lot. and yes, she may have sprouted up or out or both.

but when i say grown i mean like a huge burst of vocabulary, understanding, development, stubbornness, feet stomping, NO! screaming and as it turns out, stickering. (you’ll see in a moment.)

It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge. – Phyllis Diller

she is such a girl. which somehow seems so foreign to me. weird. i know.

she is obsessed with purple jelly high heels. with huge bows on them.

her most favorite words this week are “coot, mommy!” – said in reference to anything “cute” i do or say or articles of clothing she wants to wear.

today, she insisted on wearing a cotton skort over her leggings. with her pigtails.

point in (blurry phone camera) case:

my saving grace? the spiderman rain boots she also insists on. phew.

and yesterday? i may or may not have let her have at it with the box ‘o stickers. because i may or may not have wanted to stick my nose in my computer for twenty five minutes sans interruption.

and let me say, this gal has a serious thang for stickers. she sits so still and so quietly, purses her lips in the most grinch meets cindy lou who serious concentration-y kind of way and peels and sticks, peels and sticks, peels and sticks.

good grief. it’s that whole i want to eat my children condition. so terrible. so terribly delish.

Every child begins the world again…
-Henry David Thoreau


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