03 May 2010
20 April 2010
He announced a surprise.
25 February 2010
24 February 2010
21 June 2009
05 June 2009
26 April 2009
I can't wait to get cookin'!
03 April 2009
The husband and I have been doing pilates.
When you are as out of shape as we are, it's hard. Really hard.
We usually do it at night, after the kids go to bed. The other night, while I was waiting for Jake to come upstairs so we could get started, I was thinking...
what 32-year-old man does pilates with his wife? Most men I know would say,
"Pilates? Are you mad, woman? I refuse. I will only run marathons, lift heavy things, or get my exercise dragging my latest kill from hunting back to my truck!".
not my man. He says,
"Sure. What is that, and when do we start?". How great is that?
While I was entwined in my thoughts concerning my beau hunk's awesomeness, I was knocked back into reality by his heavy footed treading up the stairs.
There he was in all of his glory and spandex splendor. A true tribute to the pilates' gods. A testament to all that is sacred and holy about exercise in general.
Not to mention the fact that he not only allowed me take photos, he gave me permission (happily), to put them on the world wide web.
God, I love that man.
27 March 2009
29 January 2009
Who the h-e-double-hockey-sticks did I think I was in high school?
Apparently, a beauty queen or something.
I still like to think that my best years are ahead of me.
In fact, I know my best years are ahead of me.
ps If you thought I was unpleasant or mean in high school, think of this as my public apology. I am deeply sorry. I tried VERY hard to be nice to everyone, no matter how different I thought they were from me. I didn't always succeed, but I did try. I was, also, surprisingly, shy, and that, often times, comes off as being a brat (or some other word). It's amazing how none of it really matters now, anyway. If I've learned anything since high school, it's that we should all take ourselves a little bit LESS seriously! Seriously!
Thanks for the memories, girls!
25 January 2009
Now, I am all for giving my children artistic license, but seriously boys, I hardly think that a guy shooting, what looks to be an AK-47 Russian assault rifle, and the note Pete came up with, qualifies for appropriate church creativity.
Call me crazy.
And if the nun sitting near us saw this note...I apologize. Contrary to what you may be thinking, we are not raising our children to be heathens.
Well, I think that about sums up our morning.
18 December 2008
not so much.
Betsy was still chowing down during the photo session.
Petey even got to mug with Mrs. J.
And the "bake" goes on for me, too. I am whippin' my oven into
shape with all of the goodies I'm concocting.
Here's a taste... Soon, all of my little packages will be done.
12 December 2008
Anywho, if we were staying in this house forever, I would have done a complete kitchen and bathroom overhaul. But we aren't. So for now, until the economy/real-estate market reinstate themselves to their original glory, I will just dream. I will flood my grey matter with beautiful images like below; white cabinets, farmhouse sinks, open shelving, subway tile, marble, black honed granite, stainless steel, vintage school house lighting, butcher block, bead board, hardwood. These are the things that dreams are made of.
12 November 2008
well, okay, it is kind of funny!
Commissioned Watercolor Portrait GIVEAWAY!!!!
Nordic Bo Peep and Long Lost Sheep Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!
16 October 2008
So, Jake II (second from the left in the back row), played flag-football this fall, and I couldn't help but think that his coach was rather good looking. He is also a snappy dresser, I might add (love the Army shirt, hooah!). You may not agree, but it was hard for me not to stare. Luckily, I snapped this picture at the last game, and now I have permanent eye candy to look at whenever I want.
Shhhhh, don't tell Big Jake.