Glee

Yes, I watch Glee. There is much forehead slapping when I watch it buuuut I think I like it. The most recent episode they sing Madonna songs and do typical stupid adolescent things.
Oh man, I'm not a huge fan of Madonna but when I heard them sing this song I found myself singing along at the top of my lungs.
So I want to share it with YOU.

Don't rain on my parade.

This picture sums up my day.

The depths of winter have turned many of us into fussy school girls.
Symptoms of FSGS (fussy school girl syndrome) include:

• Driving as if the ground is crumbling and the sky is falling and you're being shot at from the bad guys in a Bond movie. Oh, while texting. GET OFF YOUR DANG PHONE!
  
• Terrible customer service.
  
• Getting mad at your friends for silly misunderstandings.
• Laziness
• Bein' a flake

If you are experiencing one or more of these symptoms or other related symptoms of FSGS take 3 deep breaths and count to ten and get over it. Act like an adult.
Sounds harsh huh? I know, Oh, I know I say with my head in my hands.

Summer, hurriedly come to rescue Spring who can't hold back Winter much longer. Bring us your sunny rays of warm light and release the endorphins from our bodies that make us act like ding-dongs. We are waiting. Anxiously waiting. We're burnt out of winter. When I say we, I mean I am.

Brett is asleep ever so peacefully next to me.
I shall forever marvel at his smile. His gentle hands. His inability to cook pork. He is my best friend for the rest of my life. Awh. Tender.

Shakespeare Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Oh tender. Deep. No one talks like this anymore. I wish we did though...

My poor ENT (ears, nose, and throat)

I am sicky sick sick.
I have a cough that sounds much like an angry goose. It's obnoxious.
A combination of coughing, sinus pressure, and not resting enough is leaving my throat scratchy, ears aching, and nose dripping

My pediatrician would always tell me to eat 100 popsicles a day when I had a sore throat. He later became my step-uncle. Cool huh? I take his advice seriously and gladly. It soothes my throat. Ahhhhh. Popsicles.

The silence in this room is so loud

I don't know where the rest of my pictures ran off to but just know I am so frustrated with this computer right now. SO FRUSTRATED!!
Anyway, the top picture is a Christmas gift. Oh my, oh my. Aren't they a beaut? Notice the lovely buttons on the sides. I must say, I feel somewhat elegant when I wear them. And I wear them a lot. Even when it's a bit too warm to be wearing gloves. I bet people think I am some sort of criminal not leaving any fingerprints behind. But I'm sure a longer look will reveal the delicate buttons and they will wish they had a pair. Ahh. I love them.
The second picture is of my dearest. (Annnd me in the mirror like a creeper.) Notice my watch. I got it today at Target for 5 dollah! What a steal! My grandma and my mom had delicate brown leather wrist watches that no longer tick so they gave them to me. I treasure those watches. I have been searching for the perfect "one-day-treasured-by-younger-generations-watch" for some time now. When I saw this watch today I almost collapsed. And maybe it won't make an impression on anyone. But I think I should give future generations a chance. Right?
My other pictures were of my first ever polka-dot anything I've ever ever owned in my life. It's a navy blue dress with white polka-dots. I think it is super cute and it was only 5 dollars as well. I ripped my pants the other day and needed a quick fix for my wardrobe malfunction. When I saw that dress with an ever so fortunate 5 dollar price tag hanging from the shoulder strap I knew it was meant to be. I knew I was ready for a polka-dot something.
There was also a picture of my first pair of high heels since my surgeries. I wore them to Megan and Ed's wedding. I lasted about an hour in them. They aren't stilettos (lets not get crazy) but are compromised 2 inch black wedges.

The most recent happenings in my life include a move to California in the fall and a colonoscopy next week. I've been thinking about some kind of detox. Haha. But uh, not this extreme. Wish me luck!! I'm sure all will go well!

My emotional title hasn't been clear to me until today. There was a heated conversation between 3 hormonal best friends in a car. 3 hormonal best friends should never be in concentrated areas for more than an hour. Our hormones start to react to each others and a strange tension is created. It's science. No biggie. There was a moment of complete contemplated silence. I've never experienced a moment of uncomfortable silence with these besties.

Fill my head with thoughts of Summertime

This is my beautiful bridal bouquet.

Spring gives such a gorgeous light! They are glowing! GORGEOUS!

Early summer showers. That means rainbows. Oh, I love rainbows!

I chose green (sage/wasabi and any other close enough color) and orange for my wedding colors. They contrasted beautifully with the Springtime colors.

I'm so happy he's home!!

This is my beloved brother walking me down the aisle.

I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful reception!!

The nice weather made me very excited. These are some pictures from my wedding day last Summer. Spring is making it's way into Summer and aren't you so excited to see this kind of weather again?! The fragrant blossoms on the trees and the colorful tulips covering the ground. I am a sucker for it all.

Mother Nature didn't freak out today.

The most vivid childhood memory I have is summer night walks with my dad. The smells of dying BBQ charcoals and crisp summer nights will forever be a welcome home in my book.

I memorized my address so I now officially feel like I have a new place. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to settle in but now we're all unpacked and everything has a place.

Where is my camera? I loose that almost as much as I loose my phone. I need one of those phone holders that you attach to your belt. Or maybe a fanny-pack. A bright neon pick one. Perfect.

Brett is cooks dinner almost every night. It always smells good. It always tastes good. Go Brett. I love having a husband that can cook.
Things I can cook well enough:

• Cereal
• Mac and cheese (Preferably the cartoon shape kind. It tasted better than the regular macaroni noodles. Not kidding. Really. It does.)
• Chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles (Mama taught me that one.)
• Cake
• Tuna melts
• Pasta (Don't get crazy. Not that special)
• Rice
• Rice and coconut milk

Give or take a few. I am expanding. Not to worry.

Something I am digging right now:
Cottage cheese and peaches. Sooo good. I don't care what you say. It's divine.

Something I am not digging right now:
Making important decisions.

It's amazing how easily I took for granted skinned knees and jungle gyms. That world where alarm clocks and schedules didn't exist and employment was for moms and dads. Suddenly, without warning we catapult ourselves into a new realm of things that shouldn't matter the way we make them matter. It's reality... curse you reality. Our most important decisions were sandwich choices or whether or not to say sorry.
That was deep. That's my cue.

Snow. It's April. Kill joy.

What's up with the snow?
The joys of spring break for hundreds of people have been shattered.

Brett and I got a place. Finally. Pictures soon.

Leah got married a few weeks ago. Congrats Leah and Andrew. Two down, one to go. Kidding.

MRI revealed nothing exciting. I have angry nerves. (This explains the pain I've been feeling.)

I've discovered that drinking a soothing warm beverage before sleeping helps me relax. Except tonight... Thus, the early morning blogging.

I need a hobby. Or just a job. But the employment area is lacking, proving to be unkind. Kill joy. Like snow in April.

I just realized I don't know my address. Goal of the day: Learn address. Aaaannnnd learn to cook something. I had forgotten what a bad cook I was the other night when I messed up dessert. I then realized that years down the road, YEARS, I'll be cooking for my kids. But what will I cook if I don't know how to cook anything? This means cooking lessons from Brett. Which means patience on his part. :)

I've been sick for a few days. My cough sounds like a projection from a goose.

I keep feeling like I should have given Dear John another chance. It had such potential. If only.