I Wanna Be...

LOVE The White Stripes. They are huge in our house. The next time they tour we are soooo there. And this is easily my favorite song. I'm not sure why, but I LOVE it. I put it on repeat every time it comes on. Repeat, repeat, repeat and I'm never sick of it. That surely equals love...


(I Wanna Be the Boy, The White Stripes)

Top 5 White Stripes:
1. I Wanna Be the Boy
2. Take Take Take
3. Seven Nation Army
4. Hello Operator
5. Blue Orchid

Breathless in the Arms of Love

This is for my lovely, beautiful, wonderful husband. I don't tell him nearly as often as I should exactly how much I love him. He is my best friend, my lover, my rock, my soul, my life, the man of my dreams, my greatest frustration, my greatest blessing. He has made the past thirteen years of my life infinitely more enjoyable and lovely. Simply lovely.

Happy birthday, baby. I love you more than anything in the whole world. Even caramel cheesecake.

A song for the occassion:

(better than ezra, i just knew)

Love at First...Second...Third...

Isaac would say I fell in love with him on sight. But that's not really true...Lust, perhaps; he did look smokin in that white t-shirt and jeans (what?! Have you SEEN my husband?), but not love. The timing was horribly off.

We met at work the day before or after the separation. I'm not quite sure; I'd have to consult the archives for that one. It was that week, definitely, though. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling myself. But, I did notice him; he was beautiful (those eyes! those arms!) after all. I was separated, not dead. Over the next year we became friends. Work friends at first (I was always pretty excited when he was on the schedule with me!) and then we started hanging out here and there with another work friend of ours. It truly was NOTHING more than friendship. Isaac was dating she who will not be named and from my vantage point it was looking fairly serious and, more importantly, I had a serious little crush on our other work friend.

Our other work friend (OOWF) was the nicest guy. We got along great and for the couple of months before the divorce was final, he gave me something to look forward to. I would imagine that the divorce would go through and then he would ask me out. A nice, lovely, normal boy. It was the fantasy I needed to get me through the paperwork of ending my marriage. Even if I knew deep down that nothing would ever happen, it was still a lovely thought for that cold winter.

A week before the divorce was final I turned 24. Isaac, OOWF and I took a road trip one night down south to my best friend's apartment to celebrate. I don't remember a lot about that trip except for the ride home. Isaac slept in the back seat and OOWF and I talked the entire way home. He asked me for advice on his love life. I happily helped. He said all the right things in regards to my impending singleness and I have always appreciated that. Not long after that night OOWF finally asked out the object of his affection. Because my crush wasn't deep, but our friendship was, I was truly thrilled for him. A little sad that my timing was horrid and I didn't get a shot, but thrilled for him. (They were married a few months later. Their wedding was lovely and I still, to this day, am sad we lost touch after Isaac and I moved to Portland. I'd love to have a sneak peek of their life now...)

Shortly after that birthday trip, I did get asked out. By Isaac. Sort of. He and she who will not be named had parted and he told me to let him know when my divorce was final so he could ask me out properly. It was sweet and knocked me completely off kilter. Boys as pretty as Isaac go for the "beautiful people", not the nerdy girl. But here he was, asking me out and being seemingly sincere about it. I had convinced myself over the entire year of knowing him that we would only be friends, that he would never view me in any other way. But, on that night, I was clearly wrong. He wanted to date me. See if our friendship had any legs. It was...something. The divorce day came and went a week later. By this time, the mourning of my marriage had come and gone, but it still took a little bit of time to get the air back in me and to tell Isaac and then another month before our first date.. I was scared. I knew I could be starting something important and I didn't want to screw it up. I couldn't, however, know of the whirlwind the next year and a half of my life would be with that simply sweet start...

Music that cracks me up. LOVE. IT.

(your love, the outfield)

Twit.

Twitter. Oh, twitter. I feel I'm flailing about in regards to twitter. I often wonder why I have an account and why I'm posting my blog posts trying to get...noticed? More readers? I don't know. But then I open my feed and get treated to this (I'm suddenly happy I'm following Nathan Fillion...):


(Shiny!) All seems to be right with the world, now, no? Hurry and be over Olympics...I need my Chuck / Castle fix...

On a completely different note, I just bought ridiculously expensive tickets to go see U2 this summer. Even if their last album did suck, we're still pretty excited.

Music:

(living in oblivion, anything box)

Indulge...

I paid a babysitter and went to a matinee on Saturday afternoon. It felt so...indulgent. And is definitely out of the ordinary for me and something I miss doing since we've had Sammy.

Saturdays are increasingly busy at work for Isaac. For some reason, it being Saturday makes it a MUCH longer day than the rest of the week and by noon, I'm usually climbing the walls and itching for Isaac to come home, with a good five hours stretched before me until he does. It's not pretty. So a few months ago I decided that I would hire a babysitter and go to the movies. Just every once in awhile. However, it took me those few months to get over my indulgent guilt and actually act on it. Luckily, my niece was up for babysitting and I finally went to a matinee.

I had forgotten how lovely it is to go to the movies in the middle of the day and by yourself; sitting in the darkened theater, blowing off all responsibility and getting lost in a slightly decent story. Lovely. I saw Leap Year. Completely predictable. Even a little on the bland side. But I loved it. I'm such a sucker for even mediocre romantic comedies...Especially when they are set in Ireland. I need a vacation...

When I got home (after stopping and getting a frozen Cheesecake Factory cheesecake...), Sammy and Morgan were having a great time playing. I think he loves having someone other than mom to play with occasionally; so the break was probably good for both of us. About 10 minutes after Morgan left, I heard Sammy cry downstairs. I ran downstairs and it looked as though Sammy had hit his head on the counter, but this time he was having a hard time calming down. I sat him down and started kissing it better and then, right then, is when I saw the blood. He had sliced his eyelid open. I'm pretty surprised how calmly I reacted, sat him down on the stairs, threw on his shoes, grabbed Momo and tried to explain that we needed to go see Daddy. By the time we reached Isaac's office, he was completely fine and a quick check showed that it didn't need stitches (thank heavens!), but it looks awful. It's swollen and bruised and will definitely leave a mark. As luck would have it, he turned into the wall right after he fell asleep and hit it again, prompting a family bed kind of night.

Yesterday, he was a little clingy and cranky and my best guess is that his head was hurting, but other than that I think he's doing ok. Looking like he's been Rocky's sparring partner, but ok. I'm not loving it, but first semi-major accident checked off. And I'm so glad he waited until after Morgan left to crash into the bar...even if I did momentarily wonder if it was payment for being so wildly indulgent starring at him all afternoon...

Indulgent music:

(the kooks, she moves in her own way)