Snapshot Sunday

This morning I woke up at the crack of ass and vacuumed my car.


I did so in this atrocious combination, which I'm sure my neighbors truly admired. Aren't my green Tinkerbell pants beautiful?


Then Jared and I drove Alex and his girlfriend, Eliza, to the Cape. I almost killed all of us while taking this photo.


We got to the hotel early, so we hung around and got lunch at Molly's, which you can see pointed out in the background. Everyone got clam chowder except me because I don't do chowder. It was reportedly very delish. I ordered nachos and they were exceptionally repulsive. But let's not dwell on the negative.



There was also a gift shop where we discovered the creepiest toy ever.



Then Jared and I drove back home and stopped in Portsmouth to do a corn maze at Escobar's farm.


I don't think we did it correctly. But that doesn't matter, because look at Jared. Isn't he the most adorable and dashing thing you've ever seen?


They had these little signs scattered throughout the maze. We got most of them, but this one almost stumped us. Then my inner genius came to the rescue and I finally realized it was "hogwash."


There was a fancy bridge, where we plan to make our new home.


Me being ugly with a pumpkin patch.


Sorry. HE'S JUST SO CUTE.

Ok, I've tortured you enough. Time for sleeping. For I am an old lady at heart. And there are insane dreams to be had.

Pumpkins

I made these pumpkin cake pops today, in Bakerella's honor:



They're a bit lumpy, but I still think they're cute. I was going to add faces, but the edible ink pen doesn't seem to want to work.

May

I pause at the window. The one where things do not look real and I feel like I belong to another world. I consider what my life would be like if it had been me instead of her. Your mother would have loved me. And your sister. I would have loved them back. Nothing would have made sense, which is how I like my things (no, or any).

Success is relative, and so I think that maybe I would have been happy. But there are dimensions to you that I suspect exist. I might have brought out the worst in you. I am good at doing that, usually.

I went to hang the towel up and the bar crashed to the ground.

Instead of picking it up, I walked away.
Someone else's problem.

Not mine.

Fleep

Is it so wrong of me to want this sweater?




I have a spending problem.
I may need therapy.

Wish list

It's never too early to begin a wish list for Christmas, right?

-The Pioneer Woman's cookbook
-A pretty winter coat
-A beagle puppy
-Cute & plain black over-the-knee boots
-Jared John Booker
-And this camera, which I will obviously never have because it's 90 million dollars

PS I just realized that the camera is $700. I recently put $670 down on my credit card bill. If I didn't charge things like packs of gum and trips to Virginia, I could have had that bad boy by now. One day, I will learn how to save money.

Hmmm

Future costumes?







Which one do you like best? I'm kind of feeling the gypsy, since it's my lifelong goal to be a fortune teller.

So

This blog has essentially become a space where I discuss how much I love Jared. Which I guess is ok, since he's the only person who reads it. I just really, really love him. I'm in the process of making him a scrapbook for his birthday, and I've been crying all day.

I started the whole thing, with this message:
Dec. 3, 2009 – 9:17am
"Oh,
and I'm fat.
Sorry."
I had something eerily similar written a few days ago. It made me giggle, because people are absurd.
So, thank you.

But the real beginning started with this message, from him:
Jan. 29, 2010 – 6:12pm
By the way, I would like for this conversation to NOT end with us never talking again.
So if you ever happen to be on aim, I'm "screenname"



I can't imagine such a tiny string of messages changing a life.
But it did.

So, thank you.

Snapshot Sunday

This morning I decorated caramel apples. It was harder than I thought and very, very sticky.


Then Mom and I watched Jersey Shore for 3 hours. Please excuse the random rug burrito littering the floor.


Then we all went to West Warwick to watch football at my aunt's. I made Jared come, and we stopped at Michael's on the way. There was a Paula Deen display. Love her.


Here is Amanda showing off her fangs.


There was a donut cake.


And lots & lots of pictures outside with the little ones.


Jared and I escaped early and headed home, where unspeakable things happened.


Then Ian called and demanded we go to Bank of America with him & Caitrin. So we did, but not before taking pictures. He's leaving for Ireland tomorrow to study abroad for a semester. MY BABY. I will miss him more than I can possibly express. I hope he has a fantastic time.


Now it's time to watch the VMA's with a chai tea latte. Mmmmm. I love coldish weather.

New motto

If you don't care, I don't care.


Let's see how long it lasts. Right now it just feels like a big, fat lie. Because I do care. More than I should.

Always have, always will.

Snapshot Sunday

Rise and shine, morning glory. He was very upset that I took 9 hours to shower, even though I personally delivered a Keebler cookie in an attempt to snuff his complaining. Moral of the story: if you give a Jared a cookie, he's still mean.


After I screamed at my GPS for a very long time in my driveway (because I neglected to write down the address and thought it would be just as easy to run a search), we finally got to the Liberty Elm Diner, which was only 10 minutes away and not very hard to locate at all. I guess I'm the kind of person who enjoys doing simple things in the most difficult way possible.


Anyway, it was a very cute little place. We opted to seat outside, because it was gorgeous out. There was a very loud and vibrant-sounding Spanish church across the street.


They had a pretty trashcan.


They also offered freshly squeezed lemonade & limeade (in addition to more traditional fare), so Jared and I ordered one of each. I got the lemonade, and it was seriously delicious. It came unsweetened so that we could sweeten it to our liking, and she brought out a squeeze bottle of simple syrup in case we didn't want to use the various types of sugar on the table. I had a grand time swirling in cane sugar packets and squirting syrup into my cup. I also tried Jared's limeade which was just as delish.


I ordered 2 blueberry pancakes with a side of bacon & home fries. These pancakes were massive and loaded with blueberries. They were outstanding. The home fries were well-seasoned and cooked how I like them, but they were a little cold. I'm sure they would have been perfect if they were served hot. The bacon was good, but when has bacon ever been bad? Please note the heartbreaking adorableness of the umbrellas and mini syrup pourer thingy. I considered taking it home, but decided to be nice. Note to self: buy one ASAP.


Jared ordered the breakfast burrito (berry toe) with a side of sausage and home fries. It wasn't in traditional burrito form (much to his chagrin), but he said it was "good...a little on the bland side." He declared the sausage delicious, but wished it came with more than one patty.


After breakfast I dragged Jared along for a ride through Barrington/Warren/Bristol. It was all quite pretty.


We also stopped at this gift shop, which is apparently one of the top 25 gift shops in the country. I've always driven by and wondered what it was, but never took the time to stop. It was pretty impressive--they had a candy store, an ice cream shop, and 3-4 levels of cute, quirky gifts.


And cows. Lots of cows.


So I naturally had to drop $5 on a cow pen. It moos when you press its head. I'm in love.


Then I went to work, where things were verrrrrry slow. And dull.


The biggest event was when Cristina and I investigated why the storage room smelled like a sweaty hot dog. She requested I photograph her pimple, though I'm not sure why.


Then we ordered pizza, which I hid in the locker room so the boys wouldn't steal any.


Now it's time for pillow cuddling and reading.
Hope your Labor Day weekend was a fun one!

Free

It is strange to me that the night I went to Boston, right after I first met you, Courtney introduced me to a friend of hers. We smoked. We didn't say much to each other. A few days ago I looked through this stranger's online photos. And T was in one of them.

Tonight I looked at the picture again and I wasn't sad, or jealous, or angry.

I think that I can finally let go. It's time. I'm not going to apologize to you, or to myself, or to anyone else. My insecurities don't matter. They aren't valid, and they don't exist outside the social constructs of this planet. Because nothing, not a single thing, that takes place within human consciousness is the truth.

You love me. There are no comparisons.