i love us

We make me giggle. That's all.

some days

Some days are down days. Some days you stand in the never ending, speed of molasses, teeth clenching line at the post office envying some girl's coat and her hair and her purse and her svelte figure. And then you realize that she is the reason the line is not moving. She is the girl holding up the line while she haphazardly tapes together a box most inappropriate for shipping purposes. And you smile and say ha! inside because at the very least you have your shit together enough to be prepared when making trips to the post office.

And the day gets better.

currently bopping my head to

So Police sounding.  Such an 1980's looking video.  I dig it.

ohio bound

We're off to Athens, OH! I'm excited for family, food, and a jaunt around my old college town. First we have to get through the car ride. Wish us luck. I know husband is looking forward to my habitual singing of Take Me Home Country Road the instant we cross the West Virginia border. Hope everyone's Thanksgiving is grand. xoxo.

fun with friends

 

Well, I am officially a year older. Truth be told my actual birthday on Friday was not all hearts and stars. An extremely long and tiring week made for a cranky birthday girl. However, my weekend made up for it. Husband and I headed down to D.C. to see our friends (aka our D.C. family). I miss them on a daily basis and wish I could move them up here to Philly to be with me.

The weekend was filled with Breaking Dawn Part II, lots and lots of good food, a sassy toddler, laughter, and football. Erika and Anthony are the best hosts and they throw awesome dinner parties. They get Buon Appetite magazine and actually cook the recipes in there. As opposed to just looking at the pictures which is what I would do. They even plan designated cocktails as part of the menu. I guzzled down some dark n' stormys and then ate my weight in ham. Seriously. It became a problem.

Here's hoping that this weekend was indication that age 33 is going to be a good year.

hats make me happy

That's all.

routine

Routine. A word sometimes said with a bad taste in the mouth. But routine doesn't always mean mundane or robot-like. Sometimes routine means comfort.

I've been asked if I miss D.C. and Virginia. It is a yes and no answer. Becuase it isn't the place that I miss. It is our life that I miss. It wasn't perfect and I certainly had my complaints (hence the move) but it was ours. It is the routines we had that I miss and the comfort that came along with them.

I miss coming up the walkway to our house and being able to see husband sitting on the couch through the big front window. I miss tapping on the window to let him know I was home.

I miss Friday nights on the couch with Chinese food and wine.

I miss waking up on Saturday mornings, the smell of coffee, and the sound of the TV in the other room. I miss yelling good morning to husband and how he'd come back into bed for a few minutes while I finished waking up.

Little things, nothing huge. But they were a routine. They were ours.

We've been so all over the place lately that we haven't had routines beyond the Monday through Friday to and from work. Today I had such a sense of relief after making a trip to Target. Such an ordinary thing to do - a routine thing - but it felt so normal. I know we will feel comfortable in our life again. It just takes time. But could our comfortable life hurry up, please?

oh johnny...

 

...you were the coolest. And my pop-pop used to wear shoes just like those.

stages

We live in an apartment. Upstairs from a man named Spank. We can hear him yell and scream on Sunday and Monday nights when the Giants are playing. We eavesdrop on his son's fights with his girlfriend who we've started calling "the slut" for no other reason than we think she sleeps over at casa de Spank and she drives a white, trashy-looking car with a tangle of pink, sparkly stuff hanging from her rearview mirror. Yes, we realize that we are sometimes mean. I'm sure she is a very nice girl. 

We live in an apartment with the hallway trim painted a color probably meant to be cadet blue but instead looks Smurf-like. There are about four layers of paint underneath which we can see because of the copious amounts of chipped off paint.

We don't have a couch. Or a real bed. Our bed is a mattress on the floor. We live sans cable. And pilfer an internet connection. I have consistently forgotten to buy a lampshade for the lamp in our bedroom. For 3 months.

This is our reality right now. Part change, part situation, part just-can't-get-it-together. This is the stage we are in.

But the other day while proactively procrastinating by writing a to-do list - sitting in one chair while husband sat in the other (remember, no couch) -  I accidentally stabbed myself in the face with an uncapped pen. I forgot that I didn't put the cap on. Husband saw the whole thing. And we laughed and laughed and laughed. Over something really not that funny but ended up feeling hilarious to the two of us. Husband called me a dork and I had no choice but to agree.

A wonderful laugh. The best kind. Kinda makes up for living across the street from an old folks home. Upstairs from a man named Spank.

when all else fails

Feeling a bit like I can't quite catch up lately. My to-do list sat untouched this weekend and I couldn't find the motivation to get motivated. Husband said I was moving like I had molasses for bones. When all else fails and my to-do list is still looming come Sunday, I cook a big meal. It makes me feel productive. In fact I cooked two big meals today in preparation for possible late nights home from work this week. I think that should make up for never changing out of sweatpants today, don't you?

hello, lover

via Anthropologie