eek!
2.25.2010
2.19.2010
pretty things...
2.13.2010
my ruffled feathers.
2.12.2010
.ode to my lover.

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.ode to my lover.
Who swept my heart away nine years ago in a late night car ride, asking me why girls don’t like farts. Yes, farts. I should have known right then and there this was the man I would marry and share my life with.
And so it began. We made music together, laughed, teased, joked, but never dated. Supposedly he read his Bible for eight hours a day. Psh. I never bought it. And somehow I saw through his crazy haircuts (and colors, I might add), and pants that for some reason or another had safety pins on the bottom. Was that even in?
A dear friend, whom I’m sure was getting sick of us flirting yet still denying our love for each other, exchanged a few words with each of us that we ‘liked’ the other. Remember those days? Does he like me? I don’t know, I think he likes her…
Dating was full of some awkward dates, late night chats on msn, and lots of time at church together. Heck, our first kiss was even at church. *gulp* Moving on… Me attending lots of his tennis matches, and him coming to my piano recitals. Me ditching almost all of my high school football games to go to his. (he was in drumline. he played the quads. *grin*)
But then it was time for college. Wow, what a season of change. Through a couple of much-needed breakups, and two year s of long-distance, we made it. I might add that we once broke up on Valentine’s Day. Yeah, that was a good one. (note: read with sarcasm) But don’t worry, he made up for it a few years later with a lovely dinner consisting of microwavable fish sticks. (again, sarcasm). After what seemed like endless conversations about our differences, how we were raised, our personalities, etc, we finally came to the conclusion that those differences were what assembled our puzzle so beautifully. We fit.
One point five years of liking. Five years of dating. Seven months of engagement. And now almost two years of marriage. what. a.ride.
Ode to my lover. Who makes mistakes but realizes them and apologizes. Who allows me to make mistakes and graciously accepts my apologies.
Ode to my lover, who isn’t perfect but who’s perfect for me.
2.10.2010
weather-ish warning:
all weather-related tools not created equal.
(read: do not use an umbrella to scrape mounds of snow off your car. it will snap in half)
*grin*
(read: do not use an umbrella to scrape mounds of snow off your car. it will snap in half)
*grin*
2.08.2010
some lovely things.
my husband made dinner tonight. what. a. keeper.
this caramel macchiato creamer is a m a z i n g. don't know why it took me so long to find it.
a delicious cup of coffee in an antique friendship mug (my mom has the other one *grin*)
fruit usually goes pretty fast in our house, but occasionally the bananas get old. SO glad I strayed from my usual chocolate peanut butter recipe and went with these....they're delicious.
Banana Scotch Muffins
2 ripe bananas, peeled and mashed.
1 egg, beaten
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup milk
2 TB oil
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup all purpose flour
1 cup quick cooking rolled oats
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup butterscotch chips (i added a few more) :)
Mix together mashed bananas, eg, sugar, milk, oil, & vanilla. In separate bowl, combine flour, oats, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Stir banana mixture into dry ingredients with butterscotch chips until just blended. Spoon into well greased 2 1/2 inch muffin cups. Bake in 400 degree oven 12-15 minutes. Remove from pan.
Enjoy!!
2.05.2010
it's snowing.
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