Saturday, June 25, 2011

Every morning another chapter

eek, never finished this... too much baseball


It's true, for the boy... and for sweet potato fries

Marriage is like a ring.  A circle that goes on forever and ever and has no end.
I really hate that speech.  Marriage isn't like a ring.  Period.

Lady got some short hair

The hubs getting his last tattoo 

no pictures of my thighs please

Smokin' real cigarettes.  CHOCOLATE ONES!!!

She's a brick house.

Breakfast Tea

A while ago my sister-in-law gave me the pictures of our vacation that B and I took here to San Diego last year. That week here was such a blissful break in the sun for us.  We had dreams of coming here for good, but at the moment had NO idea that we'd actually do it.  

We ate good food, spent time with family, and loved everything.

Looking back I think we knew that we would be there for real soon.

Things work out.

It's nice to look back and see that.

But, GEEZ I'm so glad this happened. 

Also, my parents will be here soon.

In 
Just 
A
Few 
Days

I will show them around this wonderful new place of mine.  I hope they love it.

I've been in a good mood this weekend because of my Friday after-work commute.
I know that sounds weird.
Shit just worked together.  The interstate was crowded. We all went fast.  We all worked together. No breaking, just smooth sailing and really, it made me love San Diego even more (if possible?).

Little things make me happy.

Hope your weekend made you happy too.

Love,
Weeds

P.S.  It has been a whole year since I shaved my head!!! So crazy, love you Pat!!!



Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Picture Love

After my post about married life yesterday I wanted to do a "picture recap" or something.  I wish we had more pictures that collected each perfect little moment.  

It's a brief history of us.
We show our love by face grabs 
On a trip back to Illinois to see my parents

This was us driving around the country after our first Sunday together

I have always loved this picture which was taken long before we were ever together
During our engagement picture session

Kissin'

June 21, 2008
"We're not Twins" 

"I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me." 
 Jeanette Winterson (Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit)

3 years Darling

Hello friends,

Summer is here.  I hope you’re taking every opportunity to lie in the sun, drink something cool and show some skin.

Yesterday was a big day.  A favorite day.

The boy and I have been married for three years!!!!

Hurrah!!

Best three years of my life. 
We’ve been living and loving together for a while now. 
It’s still so sweet to me to wake up beside him.

We met through an internship program and the Camping Ministry.  There were 18 of us and we all became the closest of friends.  We went through the internship aware that it was going to be one of the best seasons of our lives.  We were both so thankful of the friends and experiences we got that year.  We got closer together, just like we were with everyone else.  Everyone was so important to me, like family.  Friendship doesn’t really seem to describe it.  Brad was especially easy to love—we grew close and were so familiar with each other.  One time I even told him that if I had a twin that was a boy it would be him.  It was a huge, weird compliment from me. 

Camp during the summer is hectic, and sweaty, and crazy and fantastic. 
The girls in my cabin each week told me that Brad loved me and that I obviously loved him (imagine this in shrill, giggly voices).  I would say each time that we were just friends, but they never believed me (I have since sent each one an email apologizing that I didn’t listen to them sooner).

Then one day, the always confident Brad, fumbled around this speech of how he liked me.  How leaving to go back to New Mexico (from Wisconsin, where we both were) in two weeks was exciting, but something had changed in him and he couldn’t go back without telling me that he wanted to be with me.  That night I told him that I would at least give him the attention he wanted.  Said that we would try it.  See how it went.  We wrote letters back and forth, barely had any time together b/c of the summer camp chaos. 

Four days later, right before he got onstage to lead us all in worship, I told him I loved him and that I wanted to be with him forever.  He says now that I proposed to him then and there.  Maybe I did.  I said whatever I said and I just walked away (I had to make sure that my girls were eating their dinner and not doing anything too crazy).  He says that he could barely get through that night’s set because he couldn’t concentrate.

The next year was flights back and forth from St. Louis to Albuquerque.  Hours of conversations over the phone every night, letters and mementos sent back and forth.  People say long distanced relationships are doomed, too hard to be able to make it through, but for us it was natural and easy.  We had a wedding date—knew it would be for forever—so we easily stuck it out.  Talking to him each night was the best part of my day.

On June 21, 2008 in an old, factory warehouse we got married.  It was a hot, muggy Southern Illinois day.  It’s such a blur in my memory. 

Three years later and here we are.

"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."
Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)

Life is fantastic
-Weeds-

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I'm just telling stories, Trust Me

I'm not saying that I've been doing important stuff.  Things you would be jealous of.

I've been elsewhere.

Now it's 6 months of San Diego life and here we are.  First blog in years.  Days.  Months.  Actually 6 months basically... as I just denoted.

2 months into my full time job at a University in a gorgeous location, with gorgeous people and a gorgeous potential and goal.  I'm lucky.

We've been so busy lately trying to recoup from my months of job searching.  I've cut all shopping which has been tough.  In a city full of vintage finds I have to use a lot of self control--telling myself that we'll scrape by now in order to be safe and happy later.  That's one reason why I've cut back on the blogging life.  I get inspired by blogs to be different, in my vintage stylings.  It tends to make me want to find new pieces.

Not that we aren't safe and happy now.  We're definitely not suffering at all.  We're just trying to get to a point where we can feel at ease with our bills and such.  Maybe that doesn't exist.  I think it does though.  I'm a giver and want to be able to do that.  So cutting certain things are worth it.

It's easier when you have free beaches and parks and friends who invite you over.

Wherever we are now though is a place I love.  Discovering ourselves in this new city.  Exploring new friendships and places.

Dang,  I'm even a blondie of sorts now.

I promise that I've missed you and thought of you often.

I have your picture under my pillow and caress it at night.
I DO.

Not really.

I'm not saying that I'm going to be blogging regularly again.  I know that it doesn't matter that I write this either.  Maybe it does.  I do promise that I'm loving everything.

Yours Truly,
Weeds



Alli G came to visit in San Diego!


"I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me." 
 Jeanette Winterson (Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit)