Thursday, January 2, 2014

Today's the Day

The day I start catching up on my drafts from 2012.  I'm currently writing the idiots guide on how to conduct a blog, but golly, it works for me!  I find it to be a great exercise of the mind--staring at a picture and doing my gosh darnedest to remember one thing about the event or day.  But just look at me in front of that fire.  I can honestly say this kind of morning is right up there with summer at the beach though it feels almost blasphemous to say so. The sky is white, the fire red, and my head is so in the game.  Plus, Mitchell got a beanbag for Christmas so I finally got my writing spot right where I want it.  Oh, and it's my 21st anniversary on being married.  Congrats Nick!  You're a lucky, lucky man.

Friday, March 1, 2013

I'll Be Your Platinum
aka 20 years, Baby!

I remember about ten years ago, I was flipping through some magazine and I saw a full page advertisement for "The Windjammer," a gorgeous navy blue sailboat, with a description that went something like this... Experience the Caribbean like never before on our private 60 ft sailboat. Let our expert crew cruise you and your loved ones through paradise on a vacation you'll never forget ...   Anyway, I think I literally pouted about that ad for a solid few months, probably a year, actually. I daydreamed about that boat nonstop and knew a trip like that was so out of our league. I remember thinking it'd be a miracle if I even make it on a cruise!  And then I'd whine-think, "But I don't wanna go on a cruise, I wanna go on the Windjammer! Waaaaaaaahhh!!" I never in a trillion years thought we would actually be the ones on a boat, with my hunny at the helm.  I can literally say, this IS one of my dreams come true.  And it has been just as incredible as I had envisioned.  I'm so glad the men risked their lives to make it so..

Nick and I went down again for our 20 year anniversary and boy was it awesome!  We had four days alone, then Jon, Jayne, Johnny and Kelley joined us:  PERFECT.  We sailed all the way to Bitter End in the Virgin Gorda and then back to pick them up at the ferry in St. John.  I read Unbroken as we glided along, we watched "Homeland"at night and effortlessly basked in the sun all the day.  It was so Zen.

The whole first day we were there, I swear I couldn't wake up, I mean I literally slept for hours and hours straight.  I honestly think it's because it had been such a long time since I truly gave myself permission to totally and completely relax.  When the others arrived, Jayne and Kelley did the exact same thing!   They looked drugged--and I understood.

Sleepy Kelley

Slumbering sweet Jayne

Now this is just pushin' it!

It's hard to describe how nice this trip was.  One of our best finds was this beach named White Bay on Jost Van Dyke.  It was literally unreal gorgeous.  When we pulled in around dusk we could hardly stop with the superlatives,  "the whitest sand! the most aqua water! the most gorgeous trees!"  Unfortunately, Nick thought we would hit the ground, and figured we've have to find another place to stop for the night.  But after asking a few other boaters, we decided to chance it, and to our giddy joy, it was just fine.  We put our party pants on and ventured ashore that night for an island buffet at Foxy's and hung around to see some really strange bar dancing by the locals.  We woke to a fantastically beautiful view the next morning and declared it our best beach yet.

"We have bars." (inside joke)

We made plenty of stops and island hopped to our hearts content.  Jayne felt so free she busted out in some spontaneous yoga moves. Shortly after this blissful maneuver, Jayne, Kelley and Jon got totally stranded between the beach and the boat on the crappy, dead dinghy and had to get towed back by some nice folks who took pity on the strugglers. The water had gotten super rough and they were being tossed about in all sorts of awkward ways! This made for some real good laughs!

Tree of Life

Kids who?

Breath in, breath out. 

On our last day, when we really had to book it to get back to St. Thomas, we quickly stopped at a new place to snorkel, that was supposedly really good.  Since the water was sort of rough, or it was windy or something, only Kelley and Jon Layne opted to get out and explore.  The part I want to remember is, after they'd been out for about 15 minutes, four sharks swam right up to our boat.  We were dying over our luck and it was so exciting and crazy!  We screamed our guts out to Jon and Kelley yelling "sharks!" about a million times over, to make sure they could hear us.  You can't imagine how fast a wide-eyed, panicked and doggy paddling Kelley suctioned herself to Jon!  We laughed so hard watching them awkwardly swim back as one with their eyes darting to and fro.  Even now as I write this, I feel like I need to raise up my dangling legs. Yiiiiikes!

And then is was over.
John wins for most creative souvenir!

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Tween to Teen!

Natalie turns 3 1/4

Happy Birthday Leap Year Baby!  
The coolest birthday for the coolest girl!

Saturday, February 16, 2013

First Timers and Love Notes

Natalie gets her first modeling gig with Buffalo Lane--she's a natural!

My arm gets a shot, but doesn't make the cut.

Werk it, baby doll!

Big boy digs up Baba's nut roll recipe and does her proud!

First time this room sees a neutral color!

One of only two Valentine traditions.  Love my sweet tarts!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Gray Matter

I never thought I'd ever want to live in gray, but here I am living in it and loving it.  The second I got rid of the yellow and blue it was like the fog cleared and I started to see my house for the first time.  I didn't know how powerful the transformation would be for me.  Thanks to Mom for digging in and helping me paint the living room the very second we got the idea.  She's good like that.

another good gray...

and another.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas Day 2012

Ahh, the first glimpse of Christmas!  Still magical for me.

Best Christmas moment goes to Natalie.  She had been begging for a phone for six months but we were adamant that wasn't happening until 8th grade.  She wasn't planning on it at all.  Nick found a beeping, toy phone at the dollar store which surprisingly looked and felt pretty real.  We wrapped it super nice and waited until the end and said there was one last special gift for our girl.  When she got past the tissue and spied the phone, she high pitched squealed and spazzed like a tween in a bear trap.  When she picked it up and the buttons started misfiring, and her foggy little brain had a chance to catch up to the fact she'd just been played, she chucked it full force across the room and pouted like Lucky just died all over again.

But never fear, there IS a Santa and he'd never stand for such cruelty on Christmas Day!

Oh Daddy, I don't really hate you!

Channeling Uncle Mitch

Some gifts just get better and better....