to my husbear:
you are so handsome.
you don't eat meat but i still
do and you don't care.
to baby miles:
baby why don't you
go to sleep? it is nice for
me and for you. please.
to starbucks:
i spend lots on your
drinks each day. now i'm poor but
very energized.
to steve mcqueen, my dog:
i know it's your name
but stop trying to escape
your cage you're not him.
OR
i love how you sleep
with your legs in the air and
bits exposed. no shame.
to my lovehandles:
you are not sexy.
shut up and go away please.
i hate you both lots.
to baby miles again:
your drooling is nuts!
your giggles make me laugh hard.
your face is perfect.
to summertime:
I AM SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE.
WHAT TOOK YOU SO FREAKING LONG?
please stick around now.
this weekend i went to harrisburg, and part of me never came back.
you see, my soulmate lives there.
not the romantic kind of soulmate- i married that one.
but the kind of soulmate you have, no matter what.
the kind that has a bond which distance and life circumstance can't weaken or diminish.
the kind that's born from a situation in which you never thought you would find such pure, unadulterated love.
the kind that gives you haven when the person you think is your romantic soulmate turns out to not be that at all. (no fears, i am happily married. but other people are still looking, and that's okay, too.)
we call it safelove.
best friends don't break up.
so, i went to visit her.
here is how things went.
we had a picnic.
i helped decorate.
i made signs for the dips.
i made new friends.
i talked a lot. of course.
but i also listened a little.
we had a dance party.
we made crafts.
and i relaxed with my soulmate.
safelove. samehearts.
it was a wonderful weekend.
Does anyone have any ideas for a 25th birthday party in new york in august?
i'm trying to plan something wonderful.
my handsome husbear has his very own blog.
http://bjornvonerck.blogspot.com/
i'm so proud of him.
i am deathly ill.
now, i have a tendency to exaggerate.
but this time, i'm serious.
if i don't beat this flu, i am going to lay down and let it beat me.
on saturday, we went up to our friends' place for a going away party, as our good friend scott is leaving on thursday for a 5 week stint doing volunteer work in south africa! he's going to love it. and i hope we take good care of his fiancee, terra, while he's gone.
the party was beautifully executed, complete with a tiki/safari type theme.
i loved everyone there.
the weather was perfect.
the food was amazing.
but i could not snap out of my funk.
i got some dayquil from terra but it didn't even dent my haze.
and then i had to leave to babysit miles.
thankfully, he went to bed about a half hour after i got there, and then i curled up under blankets to watch crappy nickelodeon tv and hoped to doze off and wake up having shaken the feeling of "blah".
but no, instead i got chills and body aches. i found a thermometer and took my temp every half hour.
i started at 100.2 and ended up at 102.9 by the time his parents came home.
they promptly put me in a car home, where i slammed a hot mug of theraflu made for me by husbear, and slept for 10 hours.
i woke up drenched in sweat, my skin nice and cool.
whew.
apparently my fever spiked and broke numerous times throughout the night, according to husbear who was keeping tabs on me every time he woke up.
on sunday, i moved to the couch.
and there i stayed, in my pjs, until it was time for bed.
husbear was such a dream.
he made my theraflu, he ordered me chinese food (upon my insistence that i could eat a whole meal. i couldn't. oh well). he ran down to the ice cream truck for a giant popsicle to soothe my throat. he rubbed my back. he let me watch all the movies i wanted. he even caught up on episodes of "i'm a celebrity, get me out of here!" with me.
he was the best, and he wins an award.
i was out for the night by 9:30, and at 10:30 he woke me up to move me to bed.
i then slept fitfully, unfortunately.
steve mcqueen kept stealing my covers, i kept waking up sweaty, and i had the WEIRDEST dreams of my life...one of them being that i couldnt remember where iw orked or who i worked for and i had to go door to door and look at different houses to see if they were where i was supposed to be. it was very unsettling, even if it sounds stupid.
and today i am at work, existing on purell for my hands and daytime theraflu for my body.
i hate hate hate not being able to kiss miles.
i think we'll spend the afternoon in the sunshine and see if some vitamin d will help me. worth a shot, right?
soon enough, i'll be able to wrap up in this
beauty, made just for me by my beautiful cousin madison.
a little piece of home always helps when you're sick, don't you think?
today i went to arrojo studio in tribeca and got my hair cut by nicole.
i was sitting next to mr. arrojo, by the way.
though nicole is a big enough deal on her own.
and she was really, really wonderful.
sweet and silly, and very very talented.
wanna see?
here you go:
i also got some new clothes because urban was having a "yard sale". yay!
pics of those to come later, along with all of my flea market finds!
but right now i need to straighten up the house because people are coming over to watch the RED WINGS WIN THE STANLEY CUP TONIGHT!!!
oh, it's going to be glorious.
today is just the poops.
i woke up sleepy and cranky.
apparently so did the sun.
so IT went back to bed.
THE LAZY MOTHER@#$%ER.
i cannot handle anymore of this weather.
it is JUNE, for crying out LOUD.
ACT LIKE IT.
so, i am sitting here while Miles naps (it only took him 4 #$%&ing hours to fall asleep) trying to remind myself of the positive things about today.
1. it is my friday, and also my payday. i have tomorrow off.
2. i am spending that day off getting my hair cut by nicole at arrojo studio. for you reality tv junkies, she was a runner-up on the last season of Shear Genius. yeah, her. she's cutting my hair. i'm stoked. and...it's gonna be short. short short. you'll see.
3. i had a chocolate chip pop tart for breakfast and i only feel a little bit guilty.
4. husbear uploaded pictures from tuesday night. and here they are:
this is adam, laurel, and jeff on the patio that adam built.
this is my dog, steve mcqueen, king of poop.
this is karl, husbear, and joe. they are also known as white pines. dave is also in the band, but he is behind joe.
these are some of our friends, enjoying the show.
this is the "stage".
this is joe. when he sings, laserbeam musical notes shoot out of his mouth. it's pretty amazing.
this is Husbear, doin' what he does. i love him.
this is molly dog, with jeff, anna, and erin.
this is my best friend kate. her necklace has my name spelled out, but all of the letters are clustered so you can't see them. oh well.
this is kate in my lap. we love each other.
and this is anna, matt, and davey jones of frontier ruckus.
there. now i feel a little bit better.
