Sunday, January 24, 2010

domesticity and such things

after aproximately one week in our new lifestyle, life at "the go" we are happily cooking dinner.  making the three roomies of "the go" both domestic and desirable.  as you can see in the following pictures, that my roomate Beth, also known as "beef" is quite the cook.  she does not get her nick name from only her good looks-- no, instead, it is because she is a fabulous chef.  beef. she is the new chicken. 

first let me show you around the kitchen. please make yourself at home.


Muffins we made, blueberry.  Also a snickerdoodle candle that smells like cookies just came out of the oven! beef's birthday present to me!

also, hartress brought nice bottles of some sort from home.  good decoration from hobby lobby, along with the biggest twinkle lights known to man, one of which i accidentally broke while hanging by the mantle.  oops!

beef making the chicken.  caption entitled "i have never touched raw meat before."

my pasta pot, entitled "a watched pot never boils...or does it?"

finished product! crunchy noodle salad, pasta & parmesan cheese, and chicken


And that's all she ate, folks.  more blogging from the grand ole "go" soon enough!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

SNOW day

today was a snow day, which never to rarely happens in the sunny south.  i took some pictures in honor of allthatjoyful hart, because she is not around to enjoy the snow and i thought she would appreciate it espeically because of a song she loaned to me. "The Last Snowfall" by Vienna Teng--a beautiful song!

If this were the last snowfall

No more halos on evergreen
If this were the last glimpse of winter
What would these eyes see?

If this were the last slow curling
Of your fingers in my palm
If this were the last I felt you breathing
How would I carry on?

This is not the last snowfall
Not our last embrace
But if I were that kind of grateful
What would I try to say?

i hope that i never grow too old for snowflakes.

Snow day means no school.
Snow day means being lazy and not regretting it.
Snow day means all bets are off.
Snow day means a holiday, a break, a miracle.
Snow day means snowballs and hot chocolate.
Snow day means soup galore.
Snow day means too much sibling time.
Snow day means fireplaces.
Snow day means pictures in the snow.
Snow angels.
Snowball fights.
Snow day means being a kid.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

im not gonna write you a love song

but i will write you a letter.

writing letters is a lost art that is well, under-rated. I sent thank you notes yesterday to my fiance's family, because they were unduely sweet to me this christmas. and i felt like i owed them some thanks. i gave them home made spice tea, in a spice-tea family set. they were cute jars i found at HOBBY LOBBY, which is my version of heaven. (Dicks sporting gooods is my opposite idea of fun...) at any rate, i owed them some thanks. i put them in the mail two days ago, which means most likely they will get them in the mail today. am i a bad person for being extremely excited about this?? knowing that they will open their mailbox and find a letter from me, well, that is just something worth waking up for.

here is a good thought from a book that i just finished, *The Shack* by WM Paul Young. there were many good thoughts in this book and i did enjoy it! the thing about fiction is, that it is true without having happened. as the author points out in the afterword, something can be TRUE without being true. hmm think about it!

"...if anything matters then everything matters. Because you are important, everything you do is important. Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, my purposes are accomoplished and nothing will ever be the same again." pg 235

love from your dedicated letter writer.