Tales of Me and the Husband

gradumucation weekend 2010.

This weekend was so good.  I think this year is the first year ever that I have really appreciated goodness.  That I have really stopped and said, “What a blessed day we’re having,” or, “Look at this sunshine.  Isn’t it nice?”  That sounds terribly cheesy but I’m serious.  I definitely enjoyed life before but I moved with it, quickly, as it so often moves.  But sometimes, only recently, I will stop amidst its moving and think how nice the weather is or how special the time with friends is.  Is that weird?  Is that just growing up?  Can you not answer because you’re throwing up a little in your mouth?

Anyway, this weekend was no exception.  It was graduation weekend at the college.  And while I am not a big attendee of graduations that aren’t my own (is anyone?), this was a particularly special one.  A good friend was graduating and my husband was finally revealing a book–three years in the making–that is a tribute to a fellow professor who has worked at the school for, I think, 49 years (!!) and who is approaching his 75th birthday.  And while all of that is incredible, perhaps his work in bridging the gap between Jewish and Christian relationships in the U.S. (hear hear!!) and abroad is the most significant.  Needless to say, he is somewhat of a legend at the college… and it doesn’t stop there.  So, Steve was finally able to reveal this book which he was both a contributor and editor for after three years of secrecy.  A lot went into this and I am so proud of my husband.


Of course when graduation comes to town, so do friends.  There were some very lovely ladies that I spent the weekend with too.  Hurrah for gradumucation.

steve signs copies; marv signs copies.  you want a signed copy?!

the people who made the book possible

You better believe that when that book is online, I will be linking to it and expecting you all to buy a copy.  Alright, not all of you.  But maybe a few?

ohhh, more things to want and need and buy. necessities, for sure.

life factory glass drinking bottles.  i got me the orange one, steve’s got the red.  i LOVE it.  the spout is big enough for a lemon slice or two and it is dishwasher safe.  i did love my sigg for a time, but this one i think is THE one.  
these fruit pillows by jonathan adler.  and pretty much everything else he sells.  like the lacquer cubes?  i’ll take those too.
this wedding dessert table shot by the amazing nicole hill.
this amazing stamper!  holy moly!  stamps alive!  spotted here and for purchase here.

and another thing by her because it’s so darn pretty.

…now do me a favor and have a lovely weekend.

Nathaniel went to prom (warning: picture-heavy post; the best kind!).

It’s true.  He is a junior in high school now and I can hardly believe it.  When I first came along he was only 12 and so much shorter than me.  As you will soon see, that is no longer the case (I may get teary writing this post).

He has come so far and so have I and even in the last few months our relationship has grown so much.  I just love Nathaniel.  And, while I am biased, he and his date win best-dressed in my book (and, if I’m being unbiased, they still do.  In fact, I might ask if I can borrow her dress for something in the future.  Would that be weird?).

(look at the back of it… beautiful, right?!)

(maybe when the limo came, Steve and I got inside it.)

It was so special watching the whole thing take place.  And it has been really special watching Nathaniel grow into quite the handsome man.  He’s really nice too.  Bonus.

(and because it made me miss my own prom days
I thought my prom date could have a little 
cameo of his own.)

becca came for dinner.

it was really fun.  we have been trying to get together forever and it finally worked out (just before she flies back to california and gets married, psh).  anyway, we had pork burgers (seriously try them. sooo good with the slaw on top.  ahnika, becca said you guys would like them so get your print on.) and a corn, bean, cilantro salad and guac with chips (oh guac) and chocolate chip cookies (break-n-bake, thank you mrs. pillsbury).  and we chatted until midnight and it was really fun.  i love dinner parties and food and friends.

(there in spirit ahn, there in spirit)

and a lovely mother’s day it twas.

are you guys sick of hunt breakfast in bed’s yet?  good, cause we’re not.  
being photographed in the morning however?  i’m not so into that.  
steve and kids made me a delicious breakfast and some lovely little presents to boot.
i do feel loved.
thanks guys.  you da best.
and this is my view
every single morning
when she hears me coming down the stairs
isn’t that sweet?
now, if i may, share with you some links i’m loving lately?
(and of course there are others – can’t share them all in one sitting)
(mostly) lifestyle blogs:
+yours truly
+running mommy
+rummey bears (thank you becca)
+bleubird vintage
+trisha brink design
+making it lovely

happy mother’s day.

happy mother’s day to my greatest role model and one of my very best friends.  
thank you for everything.  
i love you.
having 4 daughters wasn’t always easy, was it?

and to the kids that made me a mom at the age of 22.  
wowzas, it has been quite a ride.
i love you guys.
and happy mother’s day to alllllllllllllll you mothers
(goodness gracious do i have more respect for you all then i did 3+ years ago).  
treat yourself to something really special today.

a couple inches off, alleluia.

while a haircut is just a haircut, when i really take 4+ inches off…

…it feels great.

it’s short again and me loves it.

yes, i sat here on photobooth and did this all by myself.

does that make me vain?

it’s a beautiful friday morning.

oh my goodness, an anonymous present from a blog-reader!
no. just kidding, bought these beauts myself.  
who says you can’t buy yourself a mother’s day present?
come monday, i will have so much mother’s day loveliness to share 
with you all after my husband does something fantastic for me, i’m sure. 
what’s it gonna be?!
(no pressure, steve).
today i am also chopping my hair off.  not all of it.  
but i’m sick of the long hair.  
although yesterday, for the first time in awhile, i liked it long.
isn’t that how it always goes?
now, here’s a confession: i like country music.
sara evans, kenny chesney, tim mcgraw, lady antebellum, faith hill…
i like it.  sometimes, a lot.
it’s not really such a confession but i know there are a lot
of people out there who don’t.
(you really can’t be mrs. steve hunt and not like country).
but i will say for the record that country does summer songs better
than any other genre.  yes, i said it.  and i meant it.
i hope i didn’t lose any readers.
here are some songs i’m enjoying as of late (over thurrr to the left).
they are sure to get you excited for summer (hopefully).
except “gimme that girl” – i just think that one’s sexy… not summery.
now have yourselves a lovely weekend!

do it yo’ self.

This is not the first time I have fallen for spray paint.  Nor will it be the last.  That stuff has got my back.  
This lamp was begging for a redo – not that I have a thing against ticking stripe… but it just wasn’t working in the room any longer (the room that I painted brown ages ago that still is not complete).  So ta-da!  It now works.  
Now what to put in the little lamp tray/arm things?

I love spa day.

William, Lindsey, and I have our games.  I can’t play Legos, they know this.  I’m not so good at house and/or school (though I could play by myself by the hour growing up).  They know this too.  Trains?  Eh, not so much.  The things they can mostly count on Mom for are playing cards, reading books, going for bike rides, playing doctor, the occasional hide-and-go-seek game, and… playing spa.  The last one is my favorite.

“Hey William!  You want to play spa?!?!” I ask, hoping he’ll take the bait.

Not exactly.  He actually loves to play these games.  He has a doctor kit and Lindsey is always forced into being the nurse (I have told them time and time again, though, that Lindsey could be the doctor too.  And, in fact, William could be the nurse to which he said boys couldn’t be nurses.  My feminist side made sure he didn’t make that mistake again).  So he gets the doctor kit out – complete with gloves I swiped from a doctor’s office one day – and they get a clipboard and they call my name.  I come up to my room where they ask me what seems to be the problem: usually a broken leg or a heart issue.  I have had many heart surgeries.  They cut me open, stitch me up, and I go on my merry way.

Sometimes, though, we play spa.  This involves my lavendar-vanilla essential oils body lotion and back-scratching and foot rubs.  Spa is the best.  Even better?  I don’t have to suggest it.  They genuinely like it (mostly because I think they like having my attention on them, therefore should I feel guilty if the attention comes in the form of a spa game?  No way!).  So last night, spa it was.  Normally I am a drill sergeant about bed time – teeth brushed?!  Check!  Lights out?!  CHECK!  Now, MARCH! – but when I found their bedtime nearing, and my foot rub just beginning, I got a little lax.  It’s not every day I visit the spa after all.

And William gives the best foot rubs.

(image: I’d like to think our spa looks a bit more glamourous than this one.  And what is with the tubes?)

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