Thursday, December 31, 2015


Gah. What is it about the last day of the year that gets me all introspective? Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only one in the office right now, and all the lights are off, and it's not even light outside yet, and I have time to think and ponder. I'm sure that all helps.
Oh what a year.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Hair Changes

This the extent of my curly hair these days.

If you knew me before, you know that my hair was often a curly-cued mess of innate cuteness.
But sometime after I found out I was diabetic, my hair changed. It straightened up considerably, and my curls are barely waves these days.
And while that makes it easier to straighten, I find I miss my curls sometimes.

But I do like this look to.
I feel like it suits me.

That is all.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Wednesday, FTW

Last week, I was declaring that Wednesday's would not get the best of me (or something like that...). Today, I'm ready to put this Wednesday to bed.

The day was good, but this afternoon was a bit stressful and now, as I am laying in bed next to a sleeping babe, reading about Peter and Gabby, I feel like I'm in the weird state of mood. I'm not depressed (eventhough I feel like I should be even the slightest bit), but rather energized... but that may be a result from my weirdness. #justsayin

For example, tonight when I was removing my makeup and the day-old mascara was smearing across my cheeks as I wiped it with tissue, I couldn't help but remind myself that I looked like the adult stuck in a child's body who starred in the horror movie "The Orphan". You know the part towards the end where she goes crazy and starts smearing her mascara and removing her teeth? Yea, well that was me tonight without the whole goin-crazy, missing teeth, and black hair in pigtails part. Just the mascara.

And earlier, I snapped a picture of a pot of bubbles that I had on the stove. I was boiling bottle nipples, plastic rings and pacis and since I added a dab of soap to the water, it bubbled up, quite spectacularly, and I snapped a picture and notioned it to my making of a witches brew.  You know, double double toil and trouble and all the like.  But alas, I was just cleaning.

Weird, yes.
Go home Wednesday.

Monday, October 12, 2015

A Night in the Catacombs

"They descended into the depths and took in the surroundings that would keep them company for the night. Millions of eye sockets stared back and offered no solace for what would the most memorable, and most sleepless, night of their life. But would it be the tales of lives-past whispered to them as their minds drifted to dreams of other worlds? Would it be the sound of pure silence and solitude mixed with the feeling that they are, perhaps, in more company than ever? Only Hallows’ Eve would tell."

I just entered a Airbnb contest to win a night's stay in Paris' catacombs on Halloween..

Cheers to hoping that this is the winning entry! ;)
We have our passports and are ready to go... we think.  How intense would this be?

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Yahoo Farms, Jasper

Today, we took our annual jaunt to the mountains to visit a patch of pumpkins.  We stumbled across Yahoo Farms last year on the way home from Blue Ridge, and we loved it so much that we came back this year!  We will easily be adding it to our list of must-do annual events!  Who doesn't love a pumpkin patch?  Especially when there are other events to behold including a hayride, corn maze, pumpkin hunt and etc... :)

Price list.  Gobs of fun for reasonable prices.  

A real life pumpkin patch!  So cool!
Loads of larger-than-life pumpkins for taking pictures of and for chasing toddlers around.  Ha!
This is probably my favorite picture from the whole day.  She was a HUGE fan of the gourds and carried this one around for a good 20 minutes.  #onegourdtorulethemall
Penny "winning".  Plain and simple.

They had this little "pumpkin hunt" event for all of the kids under 8.  They basically put a whole bunch of tiny pumpkins in a field and when they say "go", all the kids all let loose to run free and "find" one special pumpkin to take home.  By the end of it, Penny had four in her hands and was giving away two to another little girl in the group.  Yay for sharing.  Not so yay for our counting skills... just yet.  Twas so cute though!

Penny got to meet Milo!  They played together for a quick minute on the little playground and Penny also watched Milo take his first trip on a pony ride.  He is so cute!

Wednesday, October 7, 2015


The steam was rising off of the sign out front.  Facing the sun, the morning dew stood no chance but to be heated and evaporated at first light.  This made her smile.  And that may or may not have been even the slightest bit sadistic.

But she was in a curious mood this morning, so that thought didn't seem to bother.

She had had a rough night and dreaming, interspersed with nightmares and off-feelings, and the sun was almost too much to handle.  But as she gazed off into it,  she took a breath and faced the day.

Wednesday's would never break her.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


I started a new book last night.  I'm going through books like whoa these days.  lol.  I'm so glad I have my Kindle.  #justsayin
Anyways, I started reading Beyond Doubt, book 2 in the Beyond series by Karice Bolton. I wasn't sure if I was going to go there.  I believe there are 7 books total in the series, and I started reading Beyond Control (book 1) after the high that the Luke Fletcher series left.  I was hoping it would be similar.  And to tell you the truth, I was a little disappointed.  The writing was bad not what I was accustomed to based on her other series, and I was having trouble keeping the characters straight. However, it was based in Seattle (where my spirit animal lives, remember?) and the characters were in fact intriguing enough to leave me wondering about them a few days later.  So, after a sabatacle to Anne Stuart's Black Ice (book 1 in the series... more on that to come), I decided to come back to Bolton and give book 2 a try.

Good thing!
Book 2 is SO MUCH better!  It the same time frame as the first book but the focus is on the other two main characters, and for whatever reason, it's better.  It has me giddy.  It has me smiling at the book and catching my breath, and you know what, there is even this underlying unsettledness that I seem to love, which is keeping me even more intrigued.  (Who sent the flowers?? )  Not to mention, Aaron wears a suit AND has a tongue piercing.  Why is that so hot?

Anywho, I'm about a third of the way through it after last night's reading and am looking forward to finishing it!

Oh and guess what I saw this morning?
Atlanta was blessed with an amazing sunrise after so much rain!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

What is it...?

Yesterday was a rough day for me.  Apparently...
I had an emotional day.  I ugly-cried on the way to pick up Penny.  Ug-ly.
Luckily, G was there to listen and just let me get it out.  Which I needed to do.  Apparently...

I am trying to put my faith in God and His timing.  He has a plan that is beyond our knowledge and I must remember that and not get overwhelmed by the day-to-day.

Yesterday's prayer requests included:
- A friend's baby granddaughter who is in a precarious situation at home right now and just needs love and care.  And that friends daughter... that she may come to her senses and do what's best for the baby.
- A friend who was in the hospital yesterday with a ruptured cyst who was told that she needs to get checked for ovarian cancer.  She is just slightly younger than me and her son just turned one on Tuesday.  I cannot imagine how terrified she must be, but I pray that she finds strength and trust in God and feels the love that we have for her.
- Guidance for myself and my little family.  An opportunity has presented itself for me and I am going to take a chance on it as a way of putting my faith in God.  This could be meant to be.

If you were following me on instagram, twitter and Facebook, you may have gotten a feel for my angst in certain channels.  I definitely posted on twitter.  I was more vague on instagram, and even less so on facebook.  It's interesting how I am using these outlets and what all I am able to share with these different factions.

Above all, I am finding myself constantly going back to this statement:
"Everything to the glory and praise of His name."
And making sure that everything I do is lining up with what God intends for me to do.

Today, I am in a much better space!
My hair is a mess, but I am wearing this cute little flouncy top with bell sleeves and waist.  And it's a beautiful dark green.  It feels so fall!
And it's October now, so it is more than appropriate... even if I am still wearing my sandals.  :)

Monday, September 21, 2015


I finished it.  Book 3 of the Luke Fletcher series was over and with it came the sadness of knowing that I would have to find another book to feed my mind, or maybe I would just have to re-read the series.  I will definitely do that but I'll take some time to digest it first.

It's interesting the way a book can stir emotions.  I've read and re-read 50 Shades about 4 times now and in the middle of the series, I enter into some sort of depression because of how great their love is for each other.  It's weird and I usually end up taking it out on my poor husband.  By the end of the books though, I am usually acting better.  I am much more relieved by a happy ending and can appreciate that their lives will be good forever.  And while I doubt he'll ever read 50 Shades, I would tell him little bit and pieces that seemed worthy. 

This series affected me differently.  For one, I wanted to tell him as any details as I could get out in order as possible.  I know I missed some, but I think he got the gist.  I suppose I'll tell him the ending tomorrow.  On the other hand, while their love is also great and equally intense, it didn't spiral me down into oblivion for a minute.  I found glee and giddiness that quite frankly, kinda shocked me.  I am pleased to find another book series that took a hold of me like this.  For the whole weekend, I was wrapped up in their lives and completely taken by their circumstance.  It was lovely.  And I was quite smitten.  And tonight, as I finished it, there was a sense of calm and completeness.  And I wanted to be with my husband and hold him and connect with him.  It was a good thing!

So now I am off to my next venture.  I have tweeted the author (Karice Bolton) asking about recommendations for what to read next and will see what comes.  Maybe it's time to read the Sylvia Day series again and finally get into that 4th book.


I'm off to watch Castle with my love as we eat our bowls of cereal and snuggle on the loveseat. 


I'm finding it hard to focus this morning.
I am in the midst of a book series that has completely taken over my want to do anything except for sit still and finish the story.  Over the weekend, I managed to get through the first two books, and when I finished the 2nd last night, I continued on with the 3rd until my Kindle died.  It left me wanting more.  But sleep beckoned, and with work today, and then family time later, it'll be hours until I am able to get back into it.  Such a problem to have, am I right?  I love it when authors are able to grab me and, essentially, have their way with me until I am forced to reckon with their decisions and live with the consequences that they have created.

So yes, focus is not coming easily this morning.  

On a different note, today is International World Peace Day!  The email that I subscribe to informed me so and came with a bevy of links including how to interject peace into your day, your pictures, and to share it with others... including crafts!  Oh how crafts provide such a lovely distraction.

I whipped up this little diddy, snapped a pic, and shared it with the social world.  I have thoughts of going home and "planting" it in my flowerbed of dying succulents in the kitchen.  Maybe they will find peace.  (Side note... who knew succulents were so hard to keep alive?  I thought they were supposed to be friendly?!?)

By the way, the first in the book series is "Hidden Sins" by Karice Bolton, second is "Buried Sins" and third is "Redemption".  They are the Luke Flethcer books.  And they are wonderful.  I tweeted the author and said that these books were making me as giddy as when I read 50 Shades.  She thanked me for saying something so nice.  :)


Pinwheels for Peace:


Monday Morning Music Video (A weekly series that I do)
Just One Day - Mighty Oaks.
Look it up.  Or find the link on my twitter page.


I am staring at a man across the way who seems lost.  He walked to the end of the driveway, took a deep breath, another puff of his smoke, and seemed to gaze out into nothingness.  I wonder what's going on in his world today.  May he find peace.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015


Some people are blessed.  They have good lives, ooze goodness and just seem plain-ole content and happy.  Others seem less so.  Life is a struggle, and even if they appear to have it all together, something is off or holding them back.  This past Sunday, I feel like we were given the answer as to why this is.  Aside from having faith and being part of a fellowship of believers, blessings come from God and putting your complete trust in Him; in particular, blessings come from tithing.  Plain and simple.  If you put your trust in God and give back to the church, then you will receive blessings.

I am so happy that we found a church we like!  The pastor is amazing!  The kids program is great and the importance of fellowship is stressed at every corner.  Rob, our pastor, talked about tithing last week.  And it wasn't about asking for money.  It's about helping the church reach others.  And in doing so, you will be blessed (in various fashions). 

This is something that we are striving towards.

Friday, September 11, 2015

7 years married, what??

On Sunday, hubby and I will be celebrating 7 years of wedded bliss!   The little one tonight is with the Grands tonight so that we could have a bona-fide date night.  So naturally, we played around on some train tracks and took some pictures.  :)  We also went to dinner at Trackside, went to the movies (The Gift), and went out for ice cream afterwards.  The pictures are probably my favorite part though.  #justsayin

I can't believe it's been 7 years already!  It seems like only yesterday that we were chatting online (hello Mr.Dream and Mrs.Whisper) and having our first date.  So much has happened in that 8.5ish years of knowing each other, and I am so blessed to celebrate another year of togetherness with him.  He truly is the person that I most enjoy doing life together with!
And I wouldn't have it any other way!

Cheers to our journey.  I love you!

P.S.  Let's talk about that movie (The Gift) sometime... crazy, eh?

Fermented regrets.

"So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
Let them ferment and came back to our senses,
Drove back home and slept a few days,
Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be."
Mistakes We Knew We Were Making
- Straylight Run

I go there somedays. 

And here is a picture of some jellyfish... because it's pretty and I love the contrast.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Font and Opinions

Some time last year, I ran across this font called Kingsthings Slipperylip and I immediately fell in love with it.  It was quirky, full of character and just plain pretty.  It would make a lovely statement piece in a child's room - hello ABC's printed in the font and framed on a wall.  But realistically speaking, it's not super usable beyond that.  And so, I begin to question my claiming that it is my favorite font.  And then I begin to consider what my favorite font would be.  And then I bring serif and sans-serif into the mix... and I have to stop.  As in everything life, all fonts have their place, I suppose, and therefore each serve their own purpose.  I can appreciate that quality and move on to say that I can ::enjoy:: each one of them.  It's hard to choose a favorite though...


I wish I was less cryptic when I was younger.  I was re-reading my old blog the other day and it was so vague that it was humorous.  I wrote like I had an audience, which I didnt.  And I addressed my blog readers as if they were my closest confidant who knew all of my inner-most secrets.  Oh my.  And I would bring up things that have no relevance these days and just leave me scratching my head.  I even talk about meeting up with this guy in New York, which after some serious remembering, must be talking about this guy named Skylar that I talked to for a bit.  But who knows.  That's not even the worst of it.  Lol.
One time, I was told that I was cryptic by R.  And boy did that stick around.  And yes, I definitely was but, in my defense, so was he.  My away - messages were full of song lyrics that could be taken one way or another, but that's the way I rolled then.  I've calmed down a bit since.  But then again, I have no need to play those games anymore.  

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


One day last week, after finishing my Liberte yogurt, I found myself contemplating that morsel of truth found on the underside of the lid:
"Whatever satisfies the soul is truth." - Walt Whitman
A strong statement.  And one that I admittedly tried to find fault in.  I am quite the skeptic and philosopher, and when faced with generic confounds of wisdom, I think it's human nature to first, question it, and second, try to tear it down.
And so I though about it hard.   Can truth really be broken down as purely those things that satisfy the soul?  What if those things are sinful?  Would sin satisfy the soul?   I think, ecumenical speaking (and I don't even know if that's spelled correctly or if that's the right usage), that sinful things would not satisfy the soul... they go against God and therefor cannot satisfy the soul.  Eventhough in some instances, they would appear to do so.  Sin feels good but it doesn't satisfy the soul.  Even when we are sinning, we know that it is wrong.  And for that reason, it will not fill our soul with good.  Our souls belong to God and are to be filled with goodness that can only come from God.  And since God is truth, God satisfies the soul.  He gives peace, comfort, and completeness.

On a lesser note, I find great joy in photography.  I love being able to capture a moment and give it worth beyond my memories.  Photography is a visual map to my days and time, and through it, I connect with myself, others around me, and even the spiritual side of things.

This past weekend, we had the pleasure of helping my dad celebrate his birthday.  He and his wife had all of the kids and grandkids up to the Smokies for a weekend of togetherness.  And it was awesome!  Penny did great and truly enjoyed herself.  And she got to experience new things... like an aquarium and a petting zoo.  The feeling of being able to walk amongst a herd of goats and deer and feel no fear.  She talked to them, watched them, and interacted with them.  It brought such joy to my day to watch her and to experience that with her.  I feel like that is what I am charged to do for her, and that it something that we are gladly taking on!  That is another truth that satisfies our souls.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015


Tonight I got to thinking.  I was winding down and chilling on the sofa and my mind started wandering over my past peoples.  My past best friends.  Our journeys, adventures, and ever-so-adamantly documented happenings.  I thought about all of the good times and how we just drifted apart.  It's sad but I think it is a natural progression.  I think it's true when they say that people are put into your lives at specific times to serve a purpose.

My college friends served an amazing purpose for me.  Throughout middle and high school, I was very much a loner.  I wasn't comfortable in my body and didn't have a lot of friends.  I had some, but not "besties".  My first semester of college, that all changed.  I put myself into the International Business Freshmen Learning Community.  I was interested in the classes and the schedule was appealing, so I dove in.  Within weeks I had formed close friendships with a small group of friends: Meagan, Sean and Jamie (for a minute, to eventually be replaced by Michael).  We may have been an unlikely grouping, but damned if we didn't all hit it off and stick together like glue.  We had class together, went to the gym together, and had movie nights at their dorms.  And it was all plutonic.  Guy friendships were new to me and super exciting.  It literally opened up my world. 

That Fall I also started dating.  I found joy in online dating and instant messaging.  I loved to camp out in my closet office and just chat and chat and chat.  It was another foray into my own self that I had never explored.  And again, it changed my world.  It gave me confidence.  It made me realize just what I wanted out of life.  I went on many first dates.  Held a few hands.  And kissed one or two.  And then I got my heart broke.  But those original college friends were always there for me.  We would discuss ::everything::.

We stayed like that through college too.  I found another close friend in Michael, my Biology buddy.  He was awesome.  He was great to hang with and he was artsy and in to film, and mercurial and had a great laugh and would walk me to my classes.  He was my Jose from 50 Shades.  I think we may of been falling for each other, but it happened at different times... he told me that much once.  But at that point, I had just met G and was falling head-over-heels quickly for him.

By the time college ended, we were all poised to go different directions.  Sean ended up in the Northeast.  Meagan was heading to Nashville, and Michael was still in Atlanta.  We made the unspoken pact to stay forever friends through social media, but eventually, that seemed to fizzle away.  New friends popped up.  New responsibilities.  Jobs, families, cities.  People change and people lose touch.  We can never go back and try to reclaim what we had... we can just hold on to the memories.

I'm so glad I have these pictures and the awesome reminders of our time together.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Meagan and I in Aix-en-Provence, France
Andrew, Michael, Andrew's brother and Sean - before our night out at the Fox.
Sean, Meagan and I at UO, Eugene, OR

I know that I have unfollowed people.  It's kinda funny what becomes annoying, but at some point, it's okay to be like "this person is going to survive without my input".  Sometimes I get tired of seeing perfect families and adorable kids, and if I'm feeling particularly moody, I unfollow the heck out of someone and invoke their absense.  Other times I unfollow because I want to forget a person.  And this is the hardest for me.  I have all these words that I want to say but when push comes to shove, I just want to let them go. 

And then sometimes I realize that I'm not the only one who has the ability to unfollow.  And if in haven't heard from a friend in years, then it makes me wonder at what point I became the annoying one?  At what point did my life seem better?  At what point did they decide that they wanted to forget me?

And I know that it is just a natural progression in the grand scheme of things, so I accept it, for the most part. I put on my big girl panties and I blog about it.  I listen to moody music.  I escape from the world for a second, but then I move on.

And I move on.
I live for my present and I find joy in my everyday.
I delight in my daughter and I banter with my husband.
And I live. 
And I dream about my tomorrow's and find comfort in their promise.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

A jaunt in the park.

Pictures from this past Saturday's jaunt to Smith Gilbert Gardens in Kennesaw.  We had an awesome morning and will definitely be back!

Friday, August 28, 2015

Ulay, Oh; Against All Odds

Today, whilst in the midst of social media-ing, I stumbled upon a video of ex-lovers meeting for the first time in 30 years at an art installation.  The artist, Marina Abramovic, held an art performance at the Museum of Modern Art where she would sit across from strangers, staring in silence one-on-one.  The video goes through a few, but then something amazing happens... her old boyfriend (that she hadn't seen in 30 years) was suddenly seated across from her.  The emotions that followed were enough to rock anyone's world.  Marina obviously did not know he was going to be there - the surprise in her eyes says it all -and the people observing the art installation were all overcome by their reactions.  You can watch the clip here.  Be prepared for all the feels.

I watched this once this morning and once just now, but it has been with me all day.  I don't think it will ever leave me actually.  Their emotions are so true, so heartbreaking, and so full of love.  It makes me want to know more of the story.  I would love to hear what happened after he got up and left.  I can't imagine that they were just going to slip back out of each other's lives... slowly ghosting away.  Or at least I hope not.  I hope they found each other again, and that it was more than just a physical finding.

I almost can't handle the urgency.  And I know that I can't even begin to explain the emotions.  But I love this type of stuff.  It feeds me.  I find it in music.  I find it in books.  I find it in movies.  But this is so much more real.  And so beautiful.

On the way home from work, I was trying to think of something that I could compare it to.  Of course, there are the Mr.Darcy's and the Love, Acually's of the world... but the little piece of my mental history that I can equate to having maybe that much urgency, if only to be accompanied by a different emotion, is from the movie "Against All Odds".  We rented it one night and proceeded to watch it.  I remember it was long, and from the 80s, so it left a little something to be desired, but I tell ya... at the very end, when Jeff Bridges is staring into Rachel Ward's eyes from across the room, there is so much emotion that you can hardly deal.  Not to mention, the Phil Collins song (also titled "Against All Odds" (you can watch the music video featuring clips from the movie here)) playing in the background.  I just can't.

"How can you just walk away from me, when all I can do is watch you leave..."

Yea, I pretty sure that that song can be precisely applied to the situation between the artist and her ex-lover, but maybe I'm just projecting.  I doubt it though.

Anyways, further delves into my past led me to my old moleskine journals.  I am currently working on my third.  The first was completed during my semester of Design & Painting I at GSU.  It was the second semester of my freshmen year (Spring 2004), I am was ripe with emotion.  I was dating, and not-dating.  I had my first-ever kiss that February.  I was developing awesome friendships.  I was experiencing college life, and I was feeling a bit angsty.  At one point, I even died my hair black.  It only lasted a day, but it happened.  I was seeing what love felt like, and by the end of this semester, I was convinced that I was in love with my art professor.  That's not too hard to fathom though.  He would wear blazers with blue jeans and chucks, and he played Postal Service during class.  Call me smitten.  lol.  I would put a lot of emotion into my art and found a lot of release in music and writing.  I still do today actually.

These are just a few of my favorites.
Every now and then I'll post some of my more current work on my Instagram account:  @perfancynancy.  Check it out!

two-faced; 2004
a spirit, 2004
bottom: poetry, 2004
top: Oregon itenerary, spirits, 2007
"Ulay, Oh" by How I Became the Bomb.  All the feels.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

A picture of a pickle.

And that's not metaphorically speaking.

Right now, I am finishing a movie that I started yesterday evening... a little over 22 hours ago.  No, it's not that the movie was that long.  That's just how long it's taken me to get through it.  Mom life, am I right?

The movie was splendid.  "Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day."  Seriously, so good.  I love the time frame, the series of events, the actors, the roles, and the intrigues.  There's even a spot of urgency.  So naturally, I'm hooked.  This is one of those movies that I crave and have to watch a few times a year. 
Others on the crave-able list:
The Count of Monte Cristo
Love, Actually
Pride & Prejudice
The Jane Austen Book Club
(I sense a theme here...)
My little one is sick.  Not super serious, but a bit worse than we imagined.  She's had a bad cough for a few days and when she spiked a fever yesterday, we knew a trip to the doctor was in order.  And so it was.  She has mucus on her lungs and 2 different rashes.  We're treating with antibiotics, breathing treatments and creams.  At any rate, hubby and I were both here with her, but hubby got to work and I watched her, which obviously means that I didn't watch my movie.  Had you ever entertained a 17 month old?  Ha!  Luckily, despite the sickness, she is acting much like herself.  Very busy, slightly destructive (not on purpose), and incredibly charming.

Anyways, hubby is also going out with a friend tonight to discuss plans for a game they're working on.  So when he announced that he was logged off and asked if he could do anything, I sweetly suggested that he wisk the little miss off to get the last of the meds and any other excursion deemed acceptable for a 17 month old.  He obliged and promised to be out for awhile.  :)

So the first thing I do, besides taking a leisurely jaunt to the restroom, is grab a pickle, take a bite, (take a picture), and sit down to my movie and my blog.
I shall call it "me time" and it shall be mine!

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Bathroom Bottles

This is what we wake up for these days.  It's 7am on a Saturday and Penny has been rearranging a bottle of aloe and hair gel all over the bathroom... for the last 20 minutes
Open the cabinet.
Grab a bottle.
Take it to the toilet.
Go grab the other bottle.
Put it on the bathtub.
Take the other one and put it in the other cabinet.
Go get the other and give it to mommy.
Gather both back.
Stumble back to the cabinet.
Deposit into cabinet.
Shut door.
Repeat process.
She is so content in the mundane and is such a joy.  Even if we do wake up before 7 every. single. day. 
Happy Saturday!  :)

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Rain, Storms & Bokeh

Reflections of headlights through individual raindrops

Today it will rain.  Storm even.  The afternoon sky will be littered with clouds showcasing the truest range of the prettiest blues, and at some point, the sky will open and drops of condensed sky will fall amidst rolls of thunder and flashes of light.  Yes, today it will storm.  

I am so thankful for this rain.  I think I would do well to live in a place like the Pacific Northwest... but that's beside the point and may be a good topic for a later blog.  Summer storms are one of my most favorite things ever.  You simply cannot beat the energy that they bring, or the sense of cleansing, or the prettiest shades of blue.  I hope that Penny grows up loving them as much as I do.  They are so good for the soul!

If this blog would've found me last night, it would have been completely different.  I was not in a good space.  I was moody, missing my husband, listening to all of the wrong songs and spending too much time in the wrong book.  I was dreaming up the past and worrying over opportunities missed and not participating in the present moment.  I tend to do that though.  I am often time way-too-introspective for my own good, but that also makes me "me", so who am I to complain?

The sun coming in through the window across the hall.
At any rate, this morning was better.  Even though we didn't sleep good (I think Penny is going through a growth spurt), sleep still came and so did dreams.  And I love my dreams.  The ground was still wet and there were raindrops on the windows that reflected headlights of passing cars into some of the most fantastical bokehs (love!) ever, and then the sun was shining.  With a fervor that was not to be missed.  Yes, today is better.  And it is going to storm.  And we now know what I feel about storms.