tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31263190783532536882024-02-19T02:56:57.341-05:00my dear heartsD.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-17560750177540862992012-04-10T20:40:00.000-04:002012-04-10T20:40:12.574-04:00On politics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT6zhyphenhyphenb0B9WzO3B4DrHqioUnT31SeGW85j6gvM_-oUvZqsmHDW_nQ_5tz54HioJ4B3n-RYDPgYaq0PMtVfDGRRBUuHcUxG1QMKwUL_K2L_FzSqnsjbzrQ9SRiNiGhLQsquAN1c2howrQ/s1600/photo+(1).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT6zhyphenhyphenb0B9WzO3B4DrHqioUnT31SeGW85j6gvM_-oUvZqsmHDW_nQ_5tz54HioJ4B3n-RYDPgYaq0PMtVfDGRRBUuHcUxG1QMKwUL_K2L_FzSqnsjbzrQ9SRiNiGhLQsquAN1c2howrQ/s640/photo+(1).PNG" style="border: medium none;" width="426" /></a></div><br />
</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-65926558337481396332012-01-21T14:26:00.000-05:002012-01-21T14:26:41.738-05:00Posie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have this problem wherein from time to time I go online and look for dogs (and sometimes bunnies) that are available for adoption. Even though we can't get one right now. Our apartment doesn't allow for dogs. We aren't settled enough to make that commitment to a pet. I know all this. But, man, I love puppies.<br />
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Yesterday I fell in love with <a href="http://www.petango.com/webservices/adoptablesearch/wsAdoptableAnimalDetails.aspx?id=15003128&css=http://baypathhumane.org/petpoint1.css">Posie</a>. She's two months old and is an American pit bull mix. I want her to live with me forever. I'm seriously a little devastated we can't adopt her.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm crazy for her. Her eyes and floppy ears are so endearing (though, why the sweater? let's nix that). Honestly, if Jared wasn't a firm no on this, I'd probably go beg our landlord to make an exception. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-71965021923773106402012-01-10T19:05:00.000-05:002012-01-10T19:05:14.375-05:00Pomelo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I found one at the grocery store the other day. Huge and yellow. Pomelos make me so happy; they are delicious and I have the nicest memories connected with them.<br />
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The last time I ate one was in Paris. I went with two friends to Pierre Herme for macaroons. Then Nako and I stopped in a little park, on our way to the Rodin museum, and the split cookies and the fruit. In the Rodin gardens we ate some more cookies. It was a really good day. One of my favorite Paris days.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tonight, I'm eating mine while I watch <a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2010/05/babies.html">Babies</a> on Netflix. It feels pretty cozy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Luke 2:15-20</span><br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-50976113100376625492011-12-24T20:53:00.000-05:002011-12-24T20:53:58.873-05:00Happy Christmas!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXwhlGpRdr0/TvaA6rYfoUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/t036uA7DH_8/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXwhlGpRdr0/TvaA6rYfoUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/t036uA7DH_8/s580/IMG_0048.JPG" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;" width="580" /></a></div><br />
</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-13278933550442047932011-12-20T05:33:00.001-05:002011-12-24T20:56:09.044-05:00First snow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There is no snow here. Tomorrow we are leaving town for the holidays, December is closer to the end than the beginning, and, still, no snow. It feels undone.<br />
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This unfulfilled expectation of snow somehow reminds me of a mid-December day a couple of years ago. The snow came then. Heavy and fast, foot after foot fell through the evening and into the night. It was beautiful, in the dark, to watch it piling and whirling under the street lamps. I stayed with my very new boyfriend Jared and his very new roommate Brent in their very new apartment to wait out the storm. In the morning, Brent made us all pancakes and served them up on floppy paper plates.<br />
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The place was all wood floors and big windows, full of sun and light from the snow. Two burnt orange couches were the only furniture in the house. Jared and I sat on the familiar one against the side window, the one from his previous apartment. We were each on either end, facing one another. He sat leaning back with one leg on the floor and one extended across the sofa. I liked how soft he looked in the morning. I liked that he was watching me. I looked out at the still falling snow. The flakes were big and sparkling. The whole street looked gracious and idyllic, with snow sitting heavy on the trees and houses. I watched snowflakes whirl towards the windowpane and I wondered if he was still watching me.<br />
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"I love you," he said. I looked at him, still and serious for a long moment. "Come here," he said. I crawled over into his arms and pressed my face into his neck. "I love you," I said. "I know," he replied.<br />
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The room stayed light with the white from outside and this new magic. New snow and new love. I always wait for this feeling again in the winter.<br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-82372987206307854462011-12-09T14:38:00.001-05:002011-12-09T14:42:24.586-05:0012 Christmas wishes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0944092845?ie=UTF8&tag=ohhada-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0944092845">The Architect's Brother</a> </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">by Robert Parkeharrison</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. Five skeins of <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl/products/item/711-Blue-Sky-Worsted">Blue Sky Alpaca's</a> worsted in ecru (to knit <a href="http://www.purlbee.com/big-herringbone-cowl">this</a>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. <a href="http://palomarie.bigcartel.com/product/equilibrium-necklace">Palomarie</a> equilibrium necklace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">5. Amethyst slice <a href="http://www.mossiere.com/product/gold-amethyst-geode-slice-necklace">necklace</a> by mossiere</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6. Pretty <a href="http://www.shopterrain.com/jewelry-bracelets-rings/gold-plated-bangles-3616431540002">bangles</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">8. <a href="http://shop.floragrubb.com/thigmotrope-satellite-fleet/">Steel thigmotrope satellites</a> to hold some cool air plants</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">9. Two twin sheets and one queen by <a href="http://www.roughlinen.com/sheets_new.html">Rough Linen</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">10. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flip-UltraHD-Video-Camera-Generation/dp/B0040702HA/ref=wr_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&coliid=I1Q0FBG19MGATY&colid=2NKY16TJCQEOO">Video camera</a> for recording my kooky husband</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">11. Knitted <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/83946428/decorative-pillow-fox-soft-knitted?ref=sr_gallery_6&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=fox&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_page=2&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade%2Fchildren">fox pillow</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">12. <a href="http://www.rhbabyandchild.com/catalog/product/product.jsp?productId=rhbc_prod261228&categoryId=rhbc_cat199019">Bunny bookends</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then there's always the basics: like chocolate, <a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P218700&categoryId=B70">moisturizer</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/AmLactin-Moisturizing-Lotion-17-6-Style/dp/B003R1BDRI/ref=sr_1_4?rps=1&ie=UTF8&qid=1323458518&sr=8-4">lotion</a>, and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fujifilm-INSTAX-MINI-Twin-Pack/dp/B0000C73CQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1323458555&sr=8-1">camera</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fujifilm-Fujicolor-Color-Negative-120mm/dp/B000I2JI80/ref=pd_bxgy_p_text_b">film</a>. Or a trip to Paris.</div><br />
</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-72486967466269595592011-10-17T19:05:00.001-04:002011-12-09T14:43:16.955-05:00Quarter century.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My 25th birthday was completely great. The two weeks after have been super busy school and work-wise, so apologies for the delayed report.<br />
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I woke up that friday morning to lots of kisses and a very excited husband who was so thrilled he couldn't keep straight whose birthday it was. Mine or his? It was a good question, but he was so giggly we never got around to deciding. Then I got my present. Boots. Boots I have wanted so badly for the last three years but never had a good enough excuse to buy them. So Jared got them for me. I put them on immediately, even though I was still in bed and my wide feet barely fit in them.<br />
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Here <a href="http://www.madewell.com/madewell_category/SHOESBOOTS/PRDOVR~96873/96873.jsp">they</a> are. No action shots yet.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jared also gave me a pound of chocolates. They went really well with the macarons my sweet mother and sister-in-law sent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">We had the best tacos in the world for lunch. Followed by churros. We walked around downtown Boston and bought an ice cream maker attachment for our KitchenAid. And an ice cream cookbook. Then we got the best Thai food in the city for dinner. But take-out, so that we could eat it at home on our couch while watching Mad Men. It was a really really good day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On Sunday, we had a handful of friends over for cake and snacks. This year I made a chocolate cake with salted-caramel cream cheese frosting. It was delicious. I'll post a recipe that includes the most perfect chocolate cake I've ever made. It is my go to chocolate cake. (Last year's cake was chocolate with chocolate mascarpone filling and chocolate ganache. Same cake, though.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The past year has been so life-changing. Last Christmas, I <a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2010/12/favorite-things-hes-said.html">got</a> <a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2011/01/lifelongs-and-forevers.html">engaged</a>. I started school again. We planned a wedding. We <a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-20-2011.html">got</a> <a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2011/05/wed.html">married</a>. And moved. And moved again. The crazy thing is that these are only a few of the highlights. I have never felt so blessed. </div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-11164867037315774622011-09-29T21:12:00.000-04:002011-09-29T21:12:46.472-04:00Forthcoming personal holiday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TEYmZ-qnK2CCxPma6r90whjnFCRwJ2RHe-rT0iYa07BEcwKMRglX8QZuCySuz9HWFZvRNYrhWuFMcD3uD4V20216eXerLCQrRhaBjQZka9r_txpQhPQRisEnFO5QNSQG81J2MdPuvTs/s1600/228890211_oFiRsSJb_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TEYmZ-qnK2CCxPma6r90whjnFCRwJ2RHe-rT0iYa07BEcwKMRglX8QZuCySuz9HWFZvRNYrhWuFMcD3uD4V20216eXerLCQrRhaBjQZka9r_txpQhPQRisEnFO5QNSQG81J2MdPuvTs/s1600/228890211_oFiRsSJb_c.jpg" style="border: medium none;" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">via <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/228890211">pinterest</a></span></div><br />
It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm feeling kind of giddy. We take birthdays pretty seriously around here and Jared has some plans. That I can't know. Except I've been told that I will <i>love</i> my present and that he bought it forever ago. But those pieces of information are meant solely to torture me since I have now had to wait well over a month to discover and receive this certain-to-be-loved item.<br />
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Things I will not be getting (cuz I already asked):<br />
1. A rental puppy<br />
2. A baby animal of any kind<br />
3. A grown-up animal of any kind<br />
4. A california vacation<br />
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I'm not really sure what's left ...<br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-53036426477306980322011-08-27T23:47:00.000-04:002011-08-27T23:47:50.279-04:00How my household has prepared for the hurricane<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">1. One five gallon jug of water<br />
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3. Homemade butterscotch pudding cooling in the fridge</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-63174399170824818582011-08-12T19:08:00.000-04:002011-08-12T19:08:43.283-04:00Night swimming<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Jared has hatched a plan for a night swim in Walden Pond. We haven't been all summer and I'm so excited. The water is so pretty in the dark.<br />
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The last time we swam there it was a freezing cold autumn night. This will be better. Cross your fingers we don't get caught.</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-42006328077009719812011-08-11T22:25:00.000-04:002011-08-11T22:25:02.129-04:00Linen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am saving and wishing for these beautiful white linen sheets by <a href="http://www.roughlinen.com/tlc_new.html">Rough Linen</a>.<br />
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Linen makes for lovely bedding because it's cool in the summer, warm in the winter, and gets softer with time and washing. This particular company doesn't sell fitted sheets - only flat. Which I think is excellent. You can't actually fold those things neatly, no matter how many tutorials Martha Stewart has done about it. But, in case you need some tips on making up a mattress with a flat sheet, the owner of Rough Linen, a charming British lady, has made some youtube videos to help. She makes me feel like I should be more polite.<br />
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In the meantime, I'm going to buy these <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74549948/natural-lines-tea-towel">linen dish towels</a> instead.<br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-86532523723960086172011-08-05T17:25:00.001-04:002011-08-05T17:25:00.904-04:00On 2 year old haircuts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Mom. I'm not going to cry. And I'm not going to whine. But, I might just whimper."<br />
-Mooshi</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-73034939905984983772011-08-04T13:17:00.001-04:002011-08-04T13:20:08.225-04:00Dudes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, I think I'm done with my post-wedding blog break. Now that it's been a million years. But those years went by super fast for me on account of how much I like my new husband. Check it. He's awesome.<br />
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There is now a lot to cover, though. Like the wedding and our wedding<i> night</i> fiasco. Yes, a fiasco with yelling, three dollar and fifty cent tolls, airplanes, and Dunkin' Donuts (just kidding, we avoided the DD).<br />
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Also, this summer, we have found ourselves a new little home for the fall. It's a small two bedroom apartment in Dorchester about 30 seconds from the JFK redline stop. I craigslisted like a maniac to find it. Many times Jared had to demand that I stop refreshing the page and put the computer away. But, my efforts resulted in totally awesome rent in pretty decent location and no broker's fee, despite the best efforts of the entire Boston/Cambridge real estate market. We are currently in the midst of moving in, but we have several weeks in which to do it. We're also doing a bunch of little projects to make it our very own/better.<br />
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More to come.<br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-84721190583600925672011-05-25T10:05:00.000-04:002011-05-25T10:05:19.532-04:00Wed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">We are so married.</div><br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-14461524172091900812011-05-20T06:42:00.000-04:002011-05-20T06:42:16.012-04:00May 20, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's raining.<br />
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At 3 o'clock this afternoon I will hold hands with my best and favorite everything. We will kneel on either side of an altar and make promises with our whole hearts. We will be married.<br />
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There is no one else in the world.<br />
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</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-37376298078531671842011-05-03T13:47:00.002-04:002011-05-03T13:49:08.282-04:00My very newest best friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">This little darling is one month old. I get to spend all my mornings with her</div><div style="text-align: center;">after her big sister<a href="http://mydearhearts.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-2-year-old-dreams.html"> Mooshi</a> goes to school. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, we are napping buddies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We both feel real good about naps.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><u>Things she is good at:</u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lying on her tummy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Burping</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Staring</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Collecting nicknames (Lulu, Cheeks, Cutie pootie, Girlie ...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Making friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Smelling good</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wearing blue</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Babies are one of the top three best kinds of friends to have.</div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-49665684755293499702011-04-27T22:27:00.000-04:002011-04-27T22:27:57.120-04:00Guess what I did today?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3tVbYsbts9DviS2ZY-Pbmzb5_2Pxx-7J-JeF1p4mH_p9t4XMpkF-nAxNgoU2xXqfzfW0sVR4rZ6iCdbkvdykxE2iB4GQFcWNT5Mnad_5LX2VHidwcRDKKJbi7MvPX8j0lvcqdpypXiA/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3tVbYsbts9DviS2ZY-Pbmzb5_2Pxx-7J-JeF1p4mH_p9t4XMpkF-nAxNgoU2xXqfzfW0sVR4rZ6iCdbkvdykxE2iB4GQFcWNT5Mnad_5LX2VHidwcRDKKJbi7MvPX8j0lvcqdpypXiA/s640/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The service was so joyful and inspiring. There were hundreds of people and I loved the feeling of all us coming from our very different lives to celebrate with one another such a miracle - the event that forms the foundation of Christian faith. I feel so proud of humanity whenever I find myself in a room of people who are full of goodwill toward one another.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Amidst the stunning choir, orchestra, and organ music, the stained glass windows, and the smiling people I was struck by how we as human beings are capable of creating some truly beautiful things. I think this kind of beauty brings us a little closer to heaven. For me, that is the transcendent message of Easter this year - that all things can be repaired, restored, and exalted with God. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After the service (and a special thanks to our primo parking spot - right on the square, I kid you not), we headed over to attend church with our usual congregation. But, unfortunately, someone forgot to tell the main speaker that it was Easter. So the meeting was pretty lame. Especially for a holiday (probably I would have thought it was lame on a regular Sunday too). So, we cut out early and had Easter dinner with some Hindus. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">(I am contemplating going to Whole Foods tomorrow to buy some organic jelly beans - they are oddly you good, in case you didn't know - and eating them until I feel sick. But, probably I shouldn't. Right?)</div></div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-38980376496278654052011-04-21T16:21:00.000-04:002011-04-21T16:21:48.443-04:00Blech<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I had non-organic factory farmed eggs today for the first time in probably over a year. They were gross. I'm kind of surprised at how noticeably not good they were.<br />
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Feeling justified about all the extra dollars spent.</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-66595900820505920052011-04-16T00:13:00.000-04:002011-04-16T00:13:33.012-04:00On 2 year old dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Night night. Goodbye! I'm going to dream about ... keys!"<br />
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"What about elephants?"<br />
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"And elephants! And keys! ... And ice cream cones and ice cream. And stories. And microwaves. And smoothies. Three smoothies! Three!"<br />
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"Oh. Wow."<br />
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-Mooshi</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-27487954305529113542011-03-31T14:00:00.000-04:002011-03-31T14:00:26.963-04:00Less than<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We are under 50 days to go until our wedding day. Which mostly feels like the perfect amount left to go. Other times, I just want to be married already. Actually, I just want to live together all ready, but that's one and the same for us.<br />
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So. Less than 50 days to go.<br />
I have been less than good about blogging.<br />
But, there are less than 5 days until my next paper is due.<br />
So. The catching up will have to happen next week.</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-78821917462652530782011-02-21T08:40:00.001-05:002011-02-21T08:40:00.482-05:00If I were a drinking man ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I would own <a href="http://wedzu.com/products/6-oz-stainless-steel-flask-home-is-wherever-i'm-with-you-doodle-series">this</a>.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I wanted to tell you that sometimes, just every once in a while, I play our first dance song while I wander around the house. I feel to myself how I think it will be to dance with you on our wedding night. I think it will feel like falling for the full 4 minutes and 49 seconds. How wonderful that will be.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">There is nothing more real in the whole world than the way I feel about you. There is not enough space in my body to hold how much I love you. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Your valentine,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">D.</span><br />
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This was his valentine, written out sloppy-fancy with my new calligraphy skillz. This was mine - on the napkin from the burrito place we to went after my class tonight:<br />
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In the car on the way home, he sang me a dirty re-write of the song "Listen to Your Heart." (I don't know where this stuff comes from but it makes me laugh so hard)<br />
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Such a good day.</div>D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18307790314528456403noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126319078353253688.post-11019605517336192912011-02-14T20:49:00.000-05:002011-02-14T20:49:33.789-05:00I like this holiday ironically and actually<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Some pretty hilarious cards.<br />
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