today was defiantly a funky, didnt-go-with-the-flow at all, could've-crawled-back-in-bed & burried-my-head, non-productive day. yuck!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
we are the lucky ones
recently, i discovered that through life events, you find out who your friends really are.
a friend is:
someone you laugh with, endlessly.
someone you tell all your secrets too.
someone with an unbreakable trust.
someone you can't imagine going a day in your life, without.
someone who invests as much time in to you, as you do them.
someone who makes you feel as important, as they are to you.
someone who will never turn their back on you, even through a hard time.
someone who is a million great things that can't all be listed.
i remember my friendships as a young girl. they were not complicated at all, only carefree. they were simple. they were honest. they were pure.
you met under the fort on recess & spilt the days secrets, knowing that "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye", that they wouldn't be told to anyone.
there were the meetings at the crossroads, racing up to the woods, with sack lunches in tow - to spend the summer days reading. drawing. laughing. playing....riding bikes, squirting the water guns and the icky boys, until you heard your parents shouting from the distance that it was time to come home for dinner.
all the countless notes that we spent the whole periods writing, to make sure they were perfect and not leaving out any detail from the previous hour, so we could pass after class in the hallways.
as we got older, it turned into endless telephone calls. driving around after school, working the little PT job to have money for Friday's after the game. a new pair of jeans. or the latest bath & body scent.
it was all so simple.
then life happened.
ive been blessed with several life-long friends, who are indeed my bestest friends on this whole big planet. im thankful for those friendships. cause see, these paticular friends are still pure. life doesn't always offer us simplicity but these friendships have never failed. through any trial, error, rejoiceful time, exciting time; these girls have always been there.
how lucky are we, the ones who have been fortunate to experience true friendships. friendships that are constant. friendships that are there, always. friendships that are pure. friendships that are love.
like many things in life, friendships too come and go. there are a few who are fortunate enough to make genuine, new friends along the way, minus complications and unforseen obstacles. & for these friendships, how greatful we should be.
if you have a friendship worth holding on too, be sure you do.
because we are the lucky few.
a friend is:
someone you laugh with, endlessly.
someone you tell all your secrets too.
someone with an unbreakable trust.
someone you can't imagine going a day in your life, without.
someone who invests as much time in to you, as you do them.
someone who makes you feel as important, as they are to you.
someone who will never turn their back on you, even through a hard time.
someone who is a million great things that can't all be listed.
i remember my friendships as a young girl. they were not complicated at all, only carefree. they were simple. they were honest. they were pure.
you met under the fort on recess & spilt the days secrets, knowing that "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye", that they wouldn't be told to anyone.
there were the meetings at the crossroads, racing up to the woods, with sack lunches in tow - to spend the summer days reading. drawing. laughing. playing....riding bikes, squirting the water guns and the icky boys, until you heard your parents shouting from the distance that it was time to come home for dinner.
all the countless notes that we spent the whole periods writing, to make sure they were perfect and not leaving out any detail from the previous hour, so we could pass after class in the hallways.
as we got older, it turned into endless telephone calls. driving around after school, working the little PT job to have money for Friday's after the game. a new pair of jeans. or the latest bath & body scent.
it was all so simple.
then life happened.
ive been blessed with several life-long friends, who are indeed my bestest friends on this whole big planet. im thankful for those friendships. cause see, these paticular friends are still pure. life doesn't always offer us simplicity but these friendships have never failed. through any trial, error, rejoiceful time, exciting time; these girls have always been there.
how lucky are we, the ones who have been fortunate to experience true friendships. friendships that are constant. friendships that are there, always. friendships that are pure. friendships that are love.
like many things in life, friendships too come and go. there are a few who are fortunate enough to make genuine, new friends along the way, minus complications and unforseen obstacles. & for these friendships, how greatful we should be.
if you have a friendship worth holding on too, be sure you do.
because we are the lucky few.
Monday, September 14, 2009
no highheels on a hiking trip
not to many weeks ago as i was taking an afternoon stroll through blog land, i came across a quote, that i decided to steal borrow as my own.
"its like kenneth cole meeting coleman".
"hmmm!", i thought. "i totally relate".
let me explain.
growing up in a small [not really quite so city, city] city.
make-up, high-heels, & coordinating jewelery were breed into you,
starting at birth with dresses, matching shoes & frilly socks, i was always a poster child for Proffit's [now Belk's]. im sure, through looking at pictures, i had coordinating blankets.
as years transitioned into teen years, appearance and all things girl, were a requirement of my daily routine. i remember "dressing up" to go to the mall, which was always like a vacation, as we just weren't a mall family. but, i look back now and imagine what a dork i looked like, wearing probably my sunday's best with white hose and shiny black patton shoes, while everyone else was running around in their tight fit 80s jeans and a oversized shirt.
i would've laughed at me.
but, its how i was raised. dress well. your best. at all times.
so, as an adult, i dress well, my best. at all times, but with a disclaimer:
i will trade my labels in for a faded pair of liberty overall's, anytime!
married into a family with a passion for mountains as deep as my love for the latest Sephora eye shadow, i was forced welcomed into a whole new world, one i had never known.
what? no electricity? no cell phone? no cable? are you serious? just call me when you get back!
this was normal conversations pre-engagement. they were not getting me in those creepy-muggy, bug infested, snake slither'n, dirty muddy, woods. never.
but i went [was kidnapped] once. & from that day forward, my passion for the mountains feel quickly as did my love for my hubbs.
as a girl in a mountain world, there are alot of compromises that all must make on a trip, as my can't-live-without-the-conveniences-of-home demands, must be met. at all times.... but i'll gut a fish & hunt w/ the best of them. thank the cotton-genius for pink-camo!
so, if your afraid of the great-out doors, like i once was....seriously. take off the heels. put on a hoodie & grab some jeans. get the coleman set [latern, cooler, tent, etc] & go.
trading the heels for some hiking boots.
trading the heels for some hiking boots.
you'll fall in love.
pink'y promise.
the heels will be there when you get back home.
nothing can compare to a weekend in a place
like this [above].
breathless.
i love new friends.
9/14/2009 - premier week (friend makin monday blog post)
if you would like to participate, head on over to this blog.
Since Fall is {almost} in full swing, you know what that means!
Season Premiere week is right around the corner!
What are some of your favorite fall shows?
Thanks to the invention of TiVo, I have too many favorite shows. Seriously, I probably should be almost embarrassed to list them all. So, to not incriminate myself, I will only list a few:
Lipstick Jungle • Dexter • CSI: Vegas • 30 Rock • The Office • Rules of Engagement • Cake Wrecks •
Cake Boss • How I Met Your Mother • Big Bang Theory • The Biggest Looser • Smallville • Fringe • The Mentalist
What are some of your favorite fall shows?
Thanks to the invention of TiVo, I have too many favorite shows. Seriously, I probably should be almost embarrassed to list them all. So, to not incriminate myself, I will only list a few:
Lipstick Jungle • Dexter • CSI: Vegas • 30 Rock • The Office • Rules of Engagement • Cake Wrecks •
Cake Boss • How I Met Your Mother • Big Bang Theory • The Biggest Looser • Smallville • Fringe • The Mentalist
Friday, September 11, 2009
the unshaved leg
so, here is a story of the unshaved leg.
that i realized had wrote itself, unknowling. well, forgottenling [yes, a word],
when i woke up this morning & sweet hubbs was on the far side of the bed.
it all started last sunday afternoon.
a nice, warm bath had been ran, overflowing with bubbles. soft music playing.
the set up was nice.
i go through the ritual of taking a bath.
shutting the bedroom door,
opening the closet door,
then shutting the bathroom door.
weird, but the bath just somehow feels cozier that way.
so, i undress. get in. aaaah. nice. exspecially after a hot, muggy weekend camping.
i get the shaver. and start my right leg. and just as i finish....the phone rings.
i jerk open the shower curtain. stumble for a towel to dry my hands...so i can get the phone.
i answer. its a call ive been waiting for, thus the production to get to it.
i tell them to hold on. i hop out. dry off. slip my robe on. & proceed to talk.
& it was then i proceeded to talk for hours.
hours past bedtime.
hours past the time i needed to finish the other leg.
then came tuesday; work. a busy day. home late. straight to bed.
wednesday came & went; full of errands & house work.
then there was thursday. a long work day. home late. bed.
so the hubbs this morning, informed me it warded off him.
the way we sleep. he kept feeling that leg.
i shower daily. lotion daily.
am i apparently this scatterbrained?
brilliant.
but its now apparent that our love for male face scruffies in no way equals the love for female leg scruffies.
both legs are now even.
that i realized had wrote itself, unknowling. well, forgottenling [yes, a word],
when i woke up this morning & sweet hubbs was on the far side of the bed.
it all started last sunday afternoon.
a nice, warm bath had been ran, overflowing with bubbles. soft music playing.
the set up was nice.
i go through the ritual of taking a bath.
shutting the bedroom door,
opening the closet door,
then shutting the bathroom door.
weird, but the bath just somehow feels cozier that way.
so, i undress. get in. aaaah. nice. exspecially after a hot, muggy weekend camping.
i get the shaver. and start my right leg. and just as i finish....the phone rings.
i jerk open the shower curtain. stumble for a towel to dry my hands...so i can get the phone.
i answer. its a call ive been waiting for, thus the production to get to it.
i tell them to hold on. i hop out. dry off. slip my robe on. & proceed to talk.
& it was then i proceeded to talk for hours.
hours past bedtime.
hours past the time i needed to finish the other leg.
then came tuesday; work. a busy day. home late. straight to bed.
wednesday came & went; full of errands & house work.
then there was thursday. a long work day. home late. bed.
so the hubbs this morning, informed me it warded off him.
the way we sleep. he kept feeling that leg.
i shower daily. lotion daily.
am i apparently this scatterbrained?
brilliant.
but its now apparent that our love for male face scruffies in no way equals the love for female leg scruffies.
both legs are now even.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
tuna sandwhich & a big side of i so don't want this for dinner.
but.
that's what i got.
actually, tuna minus the bread.
its all i had time for, really.
it was defiantly a night where, after accomplishing the cleaning of 7 rooms, i was destined straight for the couch. and having cleaned the above mentioned rooms, i had no time for the grocery store. our work never ends. this is a true statement. the darling hubbs worked only a half of day today & lethargically watched from the couch as i was drifting in circles around the house. im not sure i still quite understand his game plan. perhaps maybe sitting still in one place avoided spreading dust back on the tables?
aww. now just how sweet is that ♥
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