Showing posts with label Warm Fuzzies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Warm Fuzzies. Show all posts

Friday, July 2, 2010

Life: Reflections in the Blue Glow of a Computer Screen

Did you ever think how much LIFE is online?

We record our lives on line, communicate with each other online, meet new friends/boyfriends/girlfriends/spouses online. I spend at least eight hours a day with my eyes fixed on a screen, a blinking cursor, a bright search box. (OK, sometimes I look away, you now, when my vision gets blurry.)

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

This Grand Adventure We Call Life: Musings

When I was 26, I went through an inspirational quotation magnets phase. Did you know there was such a thing? I think it typically coincides with the “I’m 16 and nobody understands what I’m going through” phase. I’m probably a late bloomer.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

I’m moving.

And moving, as you may know, just plain sucks.

I’m past the point of meticulous organization and box labeling, and have resorted to throwing all non-breakables into oversized blue Ikea bags. For a moment by my closet I pause. The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere.  It’s déjà vu all over again.

I’ve thought this before. I stood in this very place, looked down at a smiling, earnest face, a man on one knee, holding a ring.

And my initial thought at that moment was this: The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere. He’s proposing and my shoes are EVERYWHERE.

For the first time in my life I was speechless.

An antique ring in a black velvet box. A man on one knee. Shoes everywhere. Nine months later my heart still flutters at the memory.

Four simple words: Will You Marry Me.

A turning point – I guess this is growing up.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Where "We" Came From: The Post in Which I Wax Poetic About Relationships and Make you Vomit a Little in Your Mouth

On very rare occasions, we as people are lucky enough to meet another individual around whom we immediately feel completely and totally comfortable. You trip over curbs or accidentally spit when you talk or make an inappropriate comment at the worst possible time and it doesn’t matter. After a few short weeks, you really can’t imagine your life without that person involved in some huge way … and even have trouble remembering your life before him or her. That’s how you know you’ve found a best friend. Or future spouse.

My relationship with Scott is like that.

(Yes, I can hear you retching. Believe me, I never thought I'd be such a sap.)

While we don’t see eye to eye on everything (he doesn’t like cake….yeah …. I know), for the most part we share similar values and goals. We both love theme parks, reading, biking, hiking, and exploring the world around us.

This blog is a bit of a mix. You know, like kitchen sink cookies, with everything thrown in for taste, texture, or just because you have it in your pantry. Confused? Stick with me, I'll do my best to at the very least entertain you.