Tales of Me and the Husband

you shook me all night long.

saw this at say yes to hoboken (originally sfgirlbybay, i think?) and fell in love.
there is a tutorial too.  wahoo!
i think mine and steve’s would read: 
“you shook me all night long.  yeah you, shook me all night long.”
no, no, no.  i’m just kidding.
it would read: “i’m too sexy for my shirt.  too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts.”
no, not that either.
i’m thinking more along the lines of: “don’t worry bout a thing.  cause every little
thing is gonna be alright.”  who doesn’t want to wake up to bob marley at the foot of their bed?
or, a long-time fave of mine: “i can see clearly now the rain is gone.  i can see all
obstacles in my way.  gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.  it’s gonna be a bright
bright sunshinin’ day.”  ah.  that song makes me sooooo happy.  
you want some of that happiness (complete with some cool running footage)?

anyway, hope that brightens your day.

also, using the “random number generator” (sounds so professional), 
comment #2 was picked.  
so katie, from bellacreative, 
please e-mail me your address!!
………….
bridget.c.hunt@gmail.com

i have a cold and am in need of a job. oh and happy valentine’s day.

so i have a cold and am sitting here in bed at 11 am on a sunday morning.  steve took lindsey out for a valentine’s day breakfast this morning–so cute, right?–because it’s a sweet thing to do for a girl with 3 older brothers and because his own valentine is under the weather and now he is at church with the kids.  did i mention i’m still in bed?  love that man.

i get bad colds, i think, or i am just a wimp and allow colds to halt my life.  i’m not sure.  either way, i’m eating congaplex like it’s nobody’s business and have ingested no sugar whatsoever which isn’t easy considering i made pink cupcakes with homemade cream cheese frosting last night.  damn.

so, i want a job and here are some ideas:

be a photographer.  problem: i feel like they are a dime a dozen these days.  but i want to do it anyway but sort of don’t want to go to school for it (do you really need to if you’ve got a good eye?).  also, i dont have the fanciest of cameras, but it is still pretty fancy so do i need to spend like 80 thou. on equipment first?  can you just start somewhere with a good lens and charging next to nothing to do so?  ok, suggest away.

yoga instructor.

national geographic travel photographer.  problem: 4 kids and a hubs.  no honey that is not a problem, it is a blessing, but it probably makes this job a tough one.

writer.  but i don’t know what i want to write yet.

okay.  so that’s that.  oh and i should add that i can be pretty lazy so if getting to the end goal of any of these requires too much work, i might just bail on it.  help.

and p.s. i don’t so much want to be a teacher.

……………………..
but anyway, being valentine’s day and all, that’s not all i’m going to talk about.  
here’s 5 things i love about steven andrew:
1. he’s funny.  i know i’ve mentioned this before but this is huge for me.  i needed a funny man and i got one.
2. he calls me on my stuff.  an expletive would’ve been better suited there but this is a family blog people.  seriously though, he doesn’t just appease me which sometimes i would probably prefer but in the long run, this is way better than the alternative.
3. he is a cuddler… a spooner… it’s nice.
4. he cleans the kitchen.  this is suuuuuch a turn-on for me and i think he knows it.  
5. he’s becoming a better husband all the time.  for real.  i couldn’t be sure if, since he was married for 14 years before me, his husband betterment was all said and done, but it’s not.  he’s getting better all the time.  i think marriage just ripens with age.  oh i am such the philosopher.
and 3 years + 2 months-ish ago i made him mine.  i’m glad i did.

A package from a Santa Barbara beauty is sure to lift the spirits.

I’m feeling down today.  But, just last night, this delightful little “just because” package arrived in the mail.  What a surprise and what a thoughtful thing to do.  Sour cherries (yum!), a music and picture CD, and a card that is truly perfect for me.  This friend is a real keeper.

And what do you know?  I have a picture of her!
“What’s that, Ahn?  Those flowers are for me too?!”
For real, you da bomb.

It’s true, it’s true.

{found here}
and it is so true.  
gah, i love dogs.
here’s the one that’s stolen my heart as of late.
gracie, to all of you.  peanut, to me.

(and if you’ve been reading for awhile, 
you’ll be happy to know that the bone has seemingly passed without any trouble!  
yahoo for stomach acids!)

Chipotle goodness.

Chipotle is pretty delicious.  The husband and I went there yesterday.  Their burritos, however, are MASSIVE.  The size of a football, packed with food.  I got a chicken burrito, extra sour cream, and a clementine Izze.  Yum.
I saw an Oprah just last week called Food 101 with Michael Pollan.  I love Michael Pollan.  He’s smart, he’s a great writer, and he’s normal.  All good things.  Anyway, I started reading more of The Omnivore’s Dilemma (click on the link to get your very own copy!) afterwards with a renewed vigor.  And guess what I discovered?  Guess how many ingredients there are in McDonald’s chicken nuggets?  Guess?  You never will.
38.
38 ingredients!  At most I guessed there could only be like six or seven… you’ve got your “chicken” (put in quotes cause are we really sure?), and then your breading, some spices, some frying oil… okay that’s only four.  But no, there are 38.  Seriously.  Michael Pollan said so, not me.
I’ve eaten those too.  I’ve ingested those 38 impossible-to-pronounce-things-that-have-no-business-being-in-our-food ingredients and probably enjoyed it.  Not again, says I!  The Big Mac on the other hand…
Anyway, Chipotle is one of the thumbs-up restaurants.  Nothing is ever frozen besides their corn.  Not bad.  Almost all their meat is fresh, and range-free.  Not bad at all.  It’s delicious too. 
Funny story: I was at Trader Joe’s once and this woman and her son were asking an employee if they sold “Izze drinks.”  The employee looked perplexed.  She wasn’t sure what those drinks were.  Well, since Trader Joe’s is my second home, I decided to step in graciously and lend a hand.
“They don’t have them.”
The employee started then, asking what these interestingly named drinks are all about.
The woman started describing them, and the employee looked, again, flummoxed, if you will.
What are they called?
“Izze,” the woman and her son said in unison.  The employee wasn’t getting it.
“I-Z-Z-E,” I spelled for her.
“I-Z-Z-Y,” The woman and her son said indignantly, emphasis on the Y.
I didn’t correct her and her son, though I knew they were wrong (see above picture).  Don’t try me in a spelling bee.  You’ll walk away empty-handed.  Anyway, I just mosied out of there knowing that eventually they will come across these delicious drinks again and perhaps notice their spelling and not be quite so quick to correct a spelling-bee champ and felow helpfull shoppr.

A collection.

Awesome, right?  I can see it framed on my wall now…
Found here but available here.
The color, the whimsy, I love it.
Found here.
Imagine how fun wrapping presents could actually be?!
Found here.
Mmm… and this.  Oh, this.
I realize it’s all cool and hip and what not to like Pinkberry right now and while all of those things–hipness and coolness–appeal to me, I really do love the stuff.  Especially with raspberries and fruity pebbles.  Now, BOSTON, when are you getting one?!

And last but not least, Pandora.
I was a doubter.  I was not interested in seeing Avatar.  
My friend told me to.  I said no.
But I did, yesterday, by myself–going to the movies yourself is sort of magical, I think.
(Though I love my normal movie partner, he said that with 3D glasses he would’ve gotten motion sickness.  Sort of sad and funny all at the same time, right?)
Anyway… I loved it and I want to live there.  Any chance a place like this really exists and we could go check it out?
My other friend pointed out that it’s a lot like the Dances with Wolves story.  He’s got a point.

More carbs, please!

in case you thought america wasn’t getting
enough carbs in their bellies as is
dominos went all carb-crazy on us by
coming up with the “breadbowl pasta”

this is not a joke.

“hey guys.  america needs more carbs.  
people are losing weight left and right.  
we must come up with a strategy to defeat
this silly notion!”
“ah, yes!  the bread bowl of pasta!!”
spare me dominos, spare me.

a little diy (blog-speak for do it yourself) never hurt anyone.

this wreath is super cute, say i.
so cute that i said super cute.

i’m tempted to make one.  and, now there is a “how-to” tutorial!  yee-haw!  go see for yourself.
it is made entirely of cupcake liners and coffee filters.  

also, you want to win some deliciously pretty soap (not to mention get a link to a cool blog)?

and finally, have a lovely weekend.
(and look for the hot blonde in the superbowl’s go daddy commercial.
she’s my friend.)

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and last, but not least,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my wonderful friend ASHLEY!
she’s a big deal.
she works at O magazine and runs into people like…
oprah (that is not a joke and yes i am insanely jealous).

{this is her… and me… jumping for joy in israel}

An assortment of things because I am up to my ears in chocolate brown paint.

Anyone have the couch pictured above and need to have it taken off your hands?
I’m your girl.
Remember this from the Apartment Therapy home a few back?
After scouring the comments, I discovered it was from Anthropologie (what else is new?).
But, last year’s Anthro.  UNfortunate.
I am a devoted follower of all things Mrs. Meyer’s. 
The smell!  
The packaging!  
I swoon! 
A picture of Gracie this summer in Portland.
She’s trying desperately to make friends with the Great Dane.
He is a good seven times the size of her.
He wasn’t having it.
But what if I just bite his toes while he’s not looking?
In other news, would you check out my perfect turned out position?

Last but not least, this little lady is home with a stomach bug.
Here’s to hoping she gets well, and we don’t get it!

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