how sweet it is

how sweet is is...


to have a cabin in the mountains.

to have a mom and dad who still hang on to my every word.

to go wading in the same part of the lake that I used to swim in as a little girl.

to watch my puppy leap into the lake and fetch sticks (and the occasional floating leaf)

to have chocolate and vanilla swirled ice cream at a place called "Twirly Top" (**note: we went to the Twirly Top when I was younger and I had NO idea that it was only fifteen minutes away from our cabin. I'm a little ticked, b/c that means YEARS of my life were spent right down the road and missing out on delicacies like fried soft pretzels and funnel cake sundaes)

to have finished anna karenina. finally.

to drive home to see your husband who has been gone for almost a week and run through the door expecting to run into his arms and then realize he is in the bathroom. ok, so that wasn't very sweet...

to fiiiinally get to smother Andy w/ hugs and kisses and be smothered back

to have a guy who missed me so much that he agreed to playing Scene It with me


mmmm I love long, lazy weekends. hope your Memorial Day weekend was just as sweet as mine!

oh, New York

A terrifying (but fascinating) video of a man who was stuck in a NYC elevator for FORTY ONE HOURS

here's the story to go along with it

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hilarious Tourist/New Yorkers sidewalk

watch the video on YouTube... "this lane is for slow people"

OK now you also have to watch this video where Improv Everywhere had 80 people walk into a Best Buy

dressed like Best Buy employees. I need to be a part of this group.

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without him here

The house is so quiet when Andy isn't here. I don't hear the coffee maker or the sound of him banging around in his closet. I don't hear him screaming at his computer (losing sports or Starcraft) or the freaky sword noises that comes from his ipod when he plays games in the bathroom (hehe). I don't hear "I love you" or "I wield you" or "I will nyit" or "you are my favorite" (boys and their languages).

Having Andy home and not being with him is SO different than not having Andy home and not being with him. When he's here and we're doing our own thing, I often will stop whatever I'm doing because I'd rather be doing something with him. Now I don't have a choice. He left for a wedding in Florida on Tuesday and will be home at some point on Monday. He gets to see lots of his buddies and make all the noise he wants (it's going to be so loud in Tampa this week).

I'm enjoying the quiet. I'm enjoying watching my girly shows, reading on the deck with Casey, blasting girly music whenever I want and making up incredibly embarrassing dance moves, putting off laundry and dishes and dog hair because I can, making cereal for my meals and not feeling guilty... it's so, so good to be together, but it's nice to just be with myself and miss him and think of how much fun he is having.

Tomorrow after work I will make the house shine. I will have it all ready so that if he gets back before me (I'm going to the cabin Sunday-Monday) he will be able to step through the door and be at home. 


Until then, I'm treating this house like a bachelor pad. Sweatpants and ice cream and dirty socks galore.

daily bread

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (ESV)

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