Wednesday, September 10, 2014

C'est bon

I woke up dreaming about bechamel sauce. Mark told me he had dreams about cooking. 

We went and saw "The Hundred-Foot Journey" last night. France and gastronomy, two of my absolute favorite things. I was absolutely captivated and smitten the entire time. If you haven't seen it and are looking for a happy-go-lucky, fun, makes-you-feel-good cinematic charmer, this is it. Helen Mirren is brilliant. You'll love her character. And I currently have a woman-crush on Charlotte Le Bon and aspire to dress just like her character. Really, I just wish I were French, and I told Mark my dream of all dreams would be to live in a stone cottage in France. He replied, "I know." *sigh* I can't wait to watch this movie again. I even had an omelette that I tried to jazz up for breakfast (you'll get it when you see the movie).

My mom left on Monday and I came home and went back to painting. Thank goodness for my mom. Her visit came at theee perfect time. She came in, saw the house, and told me what to do. I had and have tons of ideas zipping around in my brain (can we say overwhelming?) but I needed someone with experience (it also helps that our taste is similar) to help me organize, critique, tweak, and make my ideas happen. I think I almost cried when my mom said, "let's paint your room!" So we did. And now, I am in love with our bedroom. It's cheery, dreamy, cozy, pretty. Oh I just love it! The second floor isn't very big; it only has the master bedroom, the master bathroom, and attic space. But, it's so neat. I feel like the second floor is its only little apartment, just missing a kitchenette. We still have to hang a few things so it's not perfect but here is one before and after picture. 

Though this dark red color works because the room gets a lot of light, I don't like having an almost dried blood-colored room you know? And there's already a bedroom downstairs that is this color. Come on man, there are way too much colors in this world to have 2 bedrooms the same. Non.

Much better, don't you think? 

I am so in love with it. We also ended up painting the ceiling, the trim, the baseboards, the doors, and the windows (because they didn't look so good). It looks so much better. Crisp, clean, and ooooh so cozy. 

More pictures to come and now I have a nice long list of painting to do. Mostly touch ups and I think it'll make me love this house so much more. 

Switching topics. Can we talk about friends? 
I don't know if I've turned into an introvert or what but I think that making friends as an adult is a tad more difficult than back in school days. Long gone are the days of bonding over Nancy Drew books, N'SYNC, same classes, sports, dreaded teachers, nail polish obsessions, etc. Plus, I find Mark and I are kind of in an awkward stage of life because we're married with no kids so that kind of wedges us out of some circles. Not that we feel shunned or excluded because we don't. Plus, I'm currently partially employed but not working quite yet so I am not really meeting anyone tons of people except at church. Although, Mark and I scoped out the young couples with no kids and the young couples with one or two kids and thank the stars there are some here!!! Now how to approach without appearing overzealous? It's a struggle I tell ya! A struggle! And a ridiculous one at that.  
Well, as luck would have it, I made a friend. AND we live on the same street. AND she's so cool!! I pretty much tried not to act like a gleeful third grader but after we exchanged numbers I couldn't help but act like one when I told (or exclaimed, cried out excitedly, beamed) Mark, "I MADE A FRIEND!" We went running this morning and it was glorious. Not so much the running because, well, running up hills when you've been running at or near sea level for the past 3 years, AND trying to talk (animatedly), AND being slightly out of shape, makes for a nice challenge but it. was. GREAT! Yay for friends! 

Then, after finally receiving a piece of official mail to prove I now live in Washington, I rode my bike to the library and got myself a library card!!! Our neighborhood is amazing. Tree-lined, quiet streets and the weather is crisp and very fall-like today. GLORIOUS. These library workers are either going to love me or hate me because I requested a lot of books today. Also I borrowed "The Hundred-Foot Journey" because I heard it was better than the movie and since I am so infatuated with the movie, I think I'm going to love it! Plus I got a few more books...and they may or may not be related to France/cuisine/cooking and the like. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have books to read (and probably a few more to request...heeheehee)! 

Sunday, September 7, 2014


We made it! We've been here for a few weeks now and it's been crazy. Our house was built in 1908 and the location is FAB.U.LOUS. The first 10 days were pretty rough, stressful, and tense but things have gotten better (We were NOT impressed with the condition the house we are renting was in: hair in the bathtub, REALLY?, poor painting job, poor landscaping (they told me to turn on the water and then proceeded to fail to water our lawn=torched lawn=mad Mark and Gabe), NO HOT WATER FOR 10 DAYS...just to name a few things). It's been a bit rough for me because I kind of have a job, as if I was given an unofficial offer, but because it's with the VA, I've been told they take a bit longer with the hiring process/background checks so while I wait for an official offer, I have been kind of restless...and without a paycheck...and that's stressful. 

Anyway. All is ok for now because my mom is here so that pretty makes everything about 874 times better!!!!! Sadly she's leaving tomorrow but in the meantime we've come up with ideas to glam up a few rooms, she's helped me rehang some things, has given me tons of suggestions and ideas, and helped Mark and I paint our bedroom and caulk. Hey-she told me to put her to work so we did! Pics and more to come later. 

Sunday, June 29, 2014


Holy catscans. HOLY catscans. This next month and a half are going to be craaaaazy.

Here's how it went down. A couple of months ago I experienced my first, and I think last, "Drop Night." For those of you not familiar with this experience, it's the night where the Air Force officers will find out where their next base and assignment will be once they've completed their training.We had 38 bases (for 38 officers) and had to rank each and every one. Interestingly enough, before we even got the list we were discussing where we would like to go and both Mark and I thought Spokane, WA would be cool. Mark lived there for 2 years while serving his LDS mission and it's the one area of the country I haven't yet lived, plus it's the northwest, about on the same latitude as New England, has 4 seasons, water, and greenery. I was in, though I said Italy, London, or Germany would also be incredible. So we got the list and to our delight both Spokane and Italy were on the list. We had about 10 days to discuss, rank, and create our final list. Mark, as expected, cared more about the job and I primarily cared more about the location. After much discussion and revision, we nailed our top three to Spokane, WA; Charleston, SC; and Italy. I fretted because I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wanted Italy but then I thought maybe I'm not quite ready for that because I need to get my feet wet in the military lifestyle. 

Anyway, drop night finally arrived. Mark told me the Air Force tries really hard to give you one of your top choices and takes into consideration if you're married, have kids, etc. I was anxious and nervous the entire day. The next 3-4 years of my life had been decided and I couldn't do anything about. It kind of reminded me of when I was applying for dietetic internships and waiting for the dreaded day when you find out if you've been accepted or not. It's completely out of your hands and it's terrifying, a bit exhilarating, but terrifying. Each class came up with different ways to find out where they were going. The class before Mark had the officer sit on a stool, drink a shot of tequila and then they flashed where he/she was going on a screen behind them. Mark's class decided to do it NFL Draft style. 

WORST. IDEA. EVER. Well, Mark was "drafted" fifth or our last choice...some solo tour for a year in the Middle East and I wouldn't be allowed to go with him. I tried really hard to keep a poker face but...failed. The class leader, who knew where each office was going, said he was dying inside watching me after Mark's location was called. I thought surely it was a joke but as the "drafting" continue, he wasn't getting traded and I was getting more and more anxious and depressed. What do I do? Stay in San Angelo by myself? (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!). Go to our follow on base? MOve home for a year? How CRUEL!!!! That was our LAST choice and come on!!! We just got married! Now I have to spend another year apart from him while he's in the Middle East? I was angry, sad, confused, irate. Well, near the end of the draft, Mark's trader jumped up and said there had been a last minute trade: Fairchild Air Force Base in Spokane, WA traded for Mark. THANK GOODNESS.

I'm pretty sure I was about to faint. And cry. So instead of jumping up and shouting to my heart's content with glee, I stayed in my seat and beamed, trying to remember to breath and cursing the fool who decided an NFL draft was a good idea. I came to find out it was Mark's idea. Ooooh I told him if he EVER did that bueno. Nevertheless, we went home to change before a celebratory BBQ and I had to rest for a few minutes because I was so drained. Thank goodness we won't have to go through something like that again, at least that's what Mark told me.

So, in August...we're moving to Spokane, WA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friends, I'm SO excited!!!! I'm pretty antsy and anxious to get there. San Angelo has been fun and we've made the most of it...but I am SO ready to bust out of here. So now the hunt for a house and a job, and the (DREADED) packing begins. BUT HAPPY DAY!!! SEASONS! WATER! A COASTLINE NOT TOO FAR! HOOOOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of coastline...over Memorial Day weekend we headed to Galveston, TX. It was a blast. We toured the harbor, saw dolphins, toured an old ship, ate TONS of seafood, did touristy stuff, went to the beach, and ate more and more and more seafood. It was a wonderful vacation and it was delightful to see the ocean again. And the seafood...goodness gracious I could live off of shrimp for the rest of my life. So, we brought 3 pounds back home with us! 

Then, two weekends ago I headed to Tucson to see one of my best friends get married! 

It was fabulous and so fast! Everything was wonderful! I was honored to be asked to do Clary's flowers for her. Oh my goodness it was A BLAST!!!!!!!!!!! I love floral design!!

And it was SO fun to see lots of old friends! 

AND, in exciting news, beginning August 4th, I will be going full-time at the flower shop until we move (which sadly, may not be very long). We're still waiting on final dates of when we have to leave San Angelo and report to Spokane. Regardless, I'm delighted! I'm hoping to find a floral design/flower shop job in Spokane to continue to learn and develop my skills. I love it so! 

We'll be heading to Dallas for the Fourth and I can't wait! Then in a couple of weeks I'll be visiting one of my other best friends, Amy, in Myrtle Beach. I'm wicked excited to see Amy and the beach again, and we've already made plans of what we're going to do (most have to do with food! Ha!)! 

And, I again can't tell you enough how excited I am to get to Washington. I've already have made plans to see Seattle (never been), Portland and the Oregon coast, northern California, and have made lists of places to see in Spokane, places to eat, and things I'd like to do. Spokane I can't wait to see you!!!!!!!!!!! If you have suggestions of places to see, things to do, etc., please do share!

So, on to house hunting, job searching, and...packing....we go! 

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Tender Mercies

This morning I wanted to quit my job. Obviously I wasn't really going to quit my job and then the thought of being unemployed was horrible so I looked up my patients and headed to the floors. And then it got a little better as I did some more work on a gigantic malnutrition project I've taken on and that made me excited! 

But as luck would have it....around 2:30 my day took a very sharp turn for the better.

I sent a message on whim to a woman who owns a flower shop a few weeks ago asking if she was looking for any free help because I know that this is one of the busiest times of the year for florists. Basically I just need an outlet. Something fun. I need to work with my hands and do something I enjoy. I mean I love baking but then all I want to do is eat the stuff I bake and that's not a win-win situation. I sent it thinking she'd likely not respond and didn't expect her to but thought why not? and sent the message anyway. A few days later she responded and we had been playing phone tag. Well, I finally got in touch with her but she was working with a client on wedding plans and I didn't hear back, and had pretty much given up. I tried. I came close but who am I kidding? I have no professional training. I've taken a floral design class and I worked at a flower shop for a couple of months after I graduated. Beyond that, I don't know a whole lot about floral design. Well. At 2:30 I received a message from the woman asking me to meet her today after work. So I did. And two hours later I walked out with a second job.

I. Cannot. Believe. It.

But it works out perfectly because Mark has been getting busier and busier so he doesn't get home until 7 or 8 so I'll go to the flower shop after I'm done with the hospital and then help them out on weekends...and I get paid!!! I tried to tell her that was unnecessary since that was never my intention and I just wanted to help out for fun and that I don't have that many, if any, qualifications, but she insisted. 

Friends, I am so excited. SO excited. I don't really know what I'll be doing but I'm excited just to be in the flower business and the floral environment. I promptly called Mark and told him everything and to make sure he was cool with it, which he was!!!, and then merrily drove home still in disbelief. I start tomorrow. I don't even care if all I do is sweep the floors and put stock away. I'm so excited! It helps that they've just recently hired two other people with very little experience so I won't be alone there. Oh happy day!

And now I'm going to go eat ice cream for dinner because this is cause for celebration (and because it's a suffocating 93 degrees outside. No need to stick me in an oven, I'm already there)!!! 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The week I realized I am most certainly human

What. a. week.

I was in a funky mood this week. I think part it stemmed from Mark had to do a lot of studying so I saw him for an hour when I got home and then he went back to base to study or was studying in the kitchen, or both, and that was a bummer. My deepest, sincerest sympathies to those of you who have significant others in med/law/dentist/post-grad/any-other-schooling-that-takes-most-of-their time. The other part of me is just so torn with so many things I want and hope and dream to do in my life. I'm restless. I'm bored with being a dietitian. I keep talking about culinary school to be a pastry chef with Mark and he's all for it and so am I but I have to wait because there isn't the right program here and I don't know how long we'll be here so I have to wait. Waiting. 99% of the time I do not like waiting. 

You know when you're in a funky mood or an impatient-you-want-dreams-to-happen-RIGHTTHISSECOND mood and there are certain things you should stay away from? Things that you know will make your mood worse? Well. Sometimes I'm a masochist so I do those things anyway. And/or, I do them and instead of controlling my emotions I let them take over completely. I was reading some blogs my mom recommended and I love them. One of them is Bluebirdbaby about a sweet family that lives in an old restored church in Maine. The blog is brilliant and beautiful and fun. I love it. Work was WIIIIIIIICKED slow a couple of afternoons this week so I read the blog. And then one of the nurses on one of the floors I cover recently visited someone in Boston and was going on and on and on and on about how wonderful it was and how her friend lives in Nashua and it was so close to Boston. I just stood there and smiled brightly, one on hand wanting to jump in and tell her all of the cool things and places to eat in Boston and on one hand wanting to cry because I was jealous and envious. Jealousy. Good, old-fashioned jealousy. Green with envy. Mad. So between that and the blog, I was home sick. And mad that I'm stuck in the middle-of-nowhere Texas where it was in the upper 80s this week and I wanted to melt. Yes. I know. I complained about this to my brother and knew I shouldn't have said anything since New England is preparing for yet another snow storm. Oops. 

And then I was reading another blog, Floret Flowers. A family owns a farm where they grow ACRES of flowers in Washington state. And the pictures. Mesmerizing. Wow. I also spent time reading post after post after post jotting down notes and planning my own gardens someday. An herb garden. A vegetable garden. A flower cutting garden. The varieties I want and the ones that grow well together and when they bloom and which are annuals and perennials. And there it was again. A ping of envy. How much I ache for a real house and land to garden. I know I'll have that someday but then impatience surges through my veins and that quickly turns to frustration. Next I knew it, my cute pots of flowers weren't good enough. I wasn't good enough. I felt stupid and mad and incompetent and hopeless. Impatience gets me almost every time. 

So. One day after work I decided to just peek at the plants Home Depot had. Just a peek. Just to make myself feel better and be surrounded by flowers and maybe help me add a few more to my list for my future garden. I don't need any more plants but I just... wanted to...see. And then I walked out with these:
Succulents meant for our bedroom window to greet us in the morning.

Gerber daisies because I decided I needed more color and had too much purple. Plus I can cut them and put them in vases!

And after reading about Floret's farm and seeing the magnificent arrangements she has created I decided I also want to take some floral design classes. While I was in college I took a floral design class to fulfill the required "arts" credit. No joke, it was one of my favorite classes. Learning about flowers and then creating arrangements and getting credit for it. Yes PLEASE. It was a blast! My last semester and shortly after I graduated I worked at a wholesale flower placed called "Mountain Bloom" just because they needed extra help for the holidays. That has been my favorite job. Hours of creating bouquets and arrangements. It was so much fun. It's my own way of being an artist. Pairing different colors and textures together. It's delightful. And much like baking, how can anyone get upset by flowers? 
So on a whim I sent a message to a woman who owns a local flower shop asking if she needs some extra help during the holidays and I'd do it for free just to learn and get some experience. I didn't think about it until 2 days later when I actually got a response! We've been playing phone tag the past few days so hopefully we'll finally have a conversation tomorrow. I'm giddy and nervous and there are moments where I think WHAT I am I doing??? Or I shouldn't have done that. But what have I got to lose? I hope she lets me help. I certainly think I would love it!!!

Toward the end of the week my mood got better. My first pot of grape hyacinths is doing well and lately I've been watching a bee come and visit them and pollenate them. But, sadly, I think their blooming is coming to an end so I've snipped two small bouquets so I can enjoy them before this pot is done. I think the heat expedited their blooming. 

But my second pot is coming along nicely! I've decided that if the weather is forecasted to get too hot, I'll bring them inside where it's cooler to try to elongate their bloom time so I can enjoy them a little longer. 

On to DIY project updates.

I think we've finally completed all of, or most of, the DIY projects we had on our list. Mark sanded down two night stands he had and we repainted them. The one on the left is Mark's (hence the star...gotta represent Texas!) and the one on the right is mine. 

Saturday Mark went golfing so I spent the afternoon running errands and wandering around downtown. The boutiques here are crazy. I don't get the fashion. I walked into every boutique and then walked out about 1-2 minutes later. Yikes. It's like bohemian/gypsy/bold/I don't even know how to describe it. It's not me, that's for sure. I popped into Pier One just to look around and found a cute plate I knew belonged in my kitchen (the one on the very top)! I love birds. The cute singing kind. There are lots of grackles here that are eery and creepy. Beady little eyes and strange calls. Yuck. I loved my room growing up because of the four walls, three had two windows each. It always so bright in my room. Every morning I woke up to birds...or Scotty pawing my face to wake up...but usually birds.   

I found Fiona, that's what I've named her because I name a lot of things I have, at Hobby Lobby a week or so ago and decided I had to have her to decorate our book shelf.  

And we finally got a new dresser! I found one I liked for over $1000 at a furniture store but that was WAY more than I was willing to pay. Then a colleague recommended a wholesale place because we have been looking for a nice reading chair and though we didn't find a chair, we found this for a fraction of the cost and got it. It arrived this week and I love it! 

The flower arrangement for the week. The sunflowers I bought lasted two weeks! Two! I was so pleased but they quickly started wilting 2 days ago and I wasn't going to buy another bouquet but I love hydrangeas and they were so cheap! Thank you HEB. 

These have been my new lounge wear for the past...4 days. 

This morning it rained. The weather has been saying a 30-40% chance of rain the past few days and nothing. We got nothing. So I have stopped believing it would actually rain. BUT, this morning while I was getting ready for church Mark told me it was really raining so I flung open the door and skipped outside. It was raining! Aw the smell of rain. Happiness! So after church I watched "The Three Musketeers" from 1993. What a great cast: Chris O'Donnell, Tim Curry, Kiefer Sutherland, Oliver Platt, and Charlie Sheen (before he went crazy). Good flick. Last night we watched "Parent Trap," the one with Lindsey Lohan (when she was young and cute). I remember I got that movie for Christmas one year on VHS and must have watched it 4 or 5 times on Christmas day. And every day that week. I love that movie, and the original. And tonight I made risotto for the first time. We liked it! And per Mark's request, I made cinnamon roll cookies. So I'm going to go eat my 5th another one. 

Monday, March 17, 2014

St. Patty's Day...kind of.

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Confession. I didn't wear green today. On the rare occasion that I come up with a cute outfit, I have to go with it (because I can wear scrubs to work and trust me, if I had more than 2 pairs, I'd wear them EVERY. DAY). So I decided to actually try to look put together (curse working in a department of all women who dress up). As a result I got pinched even after trying to explain that because I have Irish blood, I should get a free pass from pinching (Dude. Hello. Red hair and freckles. Need I say more? Well. Apparently that's not good enough. Lame). 

Also I realized that I didn't have any idea what I was making for dinner tonight. I mean I have about a zillion dinner ideas pinned on Pinterest but nothing "St. Patty's Day" appropriate. And, I don't do corned beef and cabbage. I am just not a huge fan. So I was zipping through Pinterest seeing what everyone else had pinned and whattayaknow but sister pinned shamrock pasta with pesto (thanks B!). GENIUS. So I decided spinach pasta with pesto and chicken topped with fresh parmesan cheese it would be! Friends. The smell of pesto. That aroma. Oh yummmmmm! So my impromptu-thrown-together dinner actually turned out well. And can I just say how much I love garlic bread? Holy catscans I could've eaten the whole loaf by myself. Whoever thought of garlic bread, thank you, you rock my taste buds's world.

I needed a break for a few minutes today and googled miniature schnauzer puppies for sale and I found THIS ADORABLE guy. For sale. In San Antonio!!! Have I mentioned how badly I want a miniature schnauzer?

OHIWANTHIM!!!!!!!!!! I died from his cuteness. I just want to squeeze him he's SO cute!!!

*sigh* Anyway.
Last Monday I came home from work early because I felt horrible. I was reading up on some blogs I hadn't read in a while and I happened to be reading this post from NieNie where she talks about comfy, soft leggings from The Jean Girl and I don't know if it was the cold medicine or the exhaustion but I decided to check it out and all of the sudden I realized that I had bought leggings. What? Here's the thing. Crazy, patterned leggings are a stretch for me. Women who wear them amaze me because I just think it's too much for me. I tend to keep my style conservative. But since I've gotten married I have discovered I'm a little more bold and risk taking with clothes. I guess being married gives me confidence. So when I got home I had a lovely package waiting for me! 
NO joke. They are WICKED comfortable. As in I could wear these 24/7. I even made Mark feel them. So I bought them with the intent that I could work out in them, ya know like yoga, but I think they may also be my new favorite lounge-wear. I don't know if I'm brave enough to wear them out. Yet. Or ever. I just don't know. I mean what shirt do I wear? And what shoes? Friends I'm not a fashionista. I guess I can go google what to wear with leggings. I mean do you dress them up? Heels, really? Really? Eh...I don't know. But anyway, I'm so in love I bought--eh hem--3 more pairs. Check them out. You won't be disappointed. 

For Christmas I got Mark a drawing table. Mark is an INCREDIBLE artist. He's drawn me a few pictures and they are amazing (and I have several more for him to draw; I keep him busy!). He's too modest about it and far too critical of his work, but he's truly talented! So I walked into the room to see what Mark was doing and he was sketching away. I love to watch him draw. Oddly, I find it very relaxing. And cool to see him at work. 

Off to bed! Cheers!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Purple, purple, purple

I don't know if I have a favorite color anymore because I like so many colors. My favorite color used to be orange, as in a burnt orange, an autumn orange. Recently, I've noticed I am drawn to all different hues of purple (have you ever noticed how funny of a word "purple" is? Say it twenty times and you'll see what I mean). I just love them! It's no wonder plum was my main wedding color. 

Mark and I went to San Antonio on Saturday. We're on the hunt for a cozy, colorful reading chair. It's hard! I found, what I thought, was a cute chair in a local furniture store but it was pri-cey. Ouch. I wasn't convinced, though it was wicked comfortable. I popped into Pier 1 Imports and found a cute chair that is a comfortable, more colorful and the price is better but still a little more than I wanted to spend. I like it a lot, but I don't LOVE it. *sigh* BUT. I decided to pop into antique shop after I returned a library book on Friday just to see if they miraculously had the chair I am hunting for and they didn't. But, I found these beauties!

I told Mark someday that I don't want a fancy sports car, I want an antique car (though maybe not quite as old as these cars...). And I think these would be wicked cute in a little boy's room someday. Just sayin'!

Back to the chair hunting...We went to San Antonio to look at some furniture stores there and didn't have much luck. So we headed to their shopping center just because. We went into Pottery Barn, which equals self-inflicting pain because their prices are outrageous, but fortunately I didn't find anything. We're hoping to have some luck in Dallas in a couple of weeks.

But. While browsing through several stores, I did find some....

PURPLE PANTS!!!! So after about 20 minutes and trying them on and asking Mark for his opinion about 27 times (literally), I bought them. I LOVE them. I'm so excited to wear them! 

This evening Mark and I had dinner with another military couple who is also going through Air Force Intelligence training (that is not the technical name but I'm not "up" on my military lingo just yet). It was really fun! They are heading to Hawaii on his next assignment and they were giving us advice and tips and suggestions. I am so grateful and so terribly excited. Mark and I have talked about where we would like to go next (they give you a list of possible bases and you get to rank them and the Air Force is great about trying to give you one in your top choice). I'm thrilled and so nervous at the same time. We've discussed Europe several times and it's definitely something that we will have to talk a lot about and research but SHOOT I COULD BE LIVING IN EUROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That would make my years of lamenting and whining and dreaming and cursing envying all of you who have been before me worth it! Anyway. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high yet because there is A LOT that goes into that the mean time I'll just cross every appendage that I can and hope. Lots of hope.

And currently I want these something awful:

Snazzy eh? I love 'em! 

Also, Mark is playing the piano and I could listen to him for hours. I love the piano. And the violin. My best friend Jenna is a KICKIN' violinist. Maybe someday we'll live together in NH and she can play for me (eh? eh? eh??). I love music. Off to swoon and listen to him tickle the ivories.