A celebration

Four years ago today, I married my best friend.

I remember waking up that morning... it was overcast and a little cool out. I remember the feeling of calm I had, a serene sense of peace. However, I knew the day would be busy, one thing after another, until that moment I would turn the corner and see my future standing before me. My bright, beautiful future.






I am SO incredibly blessed to have such an amazing Husband. He is so much more than I could have even asked for. He is kind beyond words. He is an AMAZING father to all his boys. He is totally and completely handsome! He is generous with everything in his life, his time, his belongings, his heart. He keeps me up, encourages me, and builds me up. He makes me laugh like no other, sometimes until it hurts, which is the best kind of laugh.

I don't think everyone is fortunate enough to be married to their best friend, someone who they are wholly and deeply in love with. But I am fortunate. It happened for me and I am SO grateful to have him.

Happy Anniversary Husband! These last 4 years have been wonderful and I know they will only keep getting better! I sincerely can't wait for them!

I love you.

The whirlwind of suprise

The weekend before last I received quite a surprise.  This is no small feat.  I am not an easy person to fool.  I am incredibly static and any time there is the slightest difference in the routine I'm aware.

I knew my Husband was up to something for the past few weeks.  I was growing exceedingly suspicious, and nervous, and anxious.  See, my birthday was around the corner.  He was planning something, but I could never quite put my finger on it.

Two things I knew, or I should say I thought I knew, were my best girl friend and her husband were coming for the weekend after my birthday and we were all going out to dinner to celebrate.

That Saturday started like most, sleeping in, sipping coffee, watching DIY network to get pumped up about remodeling, you know the usual.  We made our grocery list, home depot list, and wal-mart list.  What can I say, I like lists.

After tackling Home Depot and Wal-Mart we made our way back into PA and proceeded to dink around.  A stop at a new quilting store I'd wanted to check out and a stop at the antique store, Marty had a chair he wanted to show me.  We found a few used records and I thought we were then heading to the grocery store, after all it was getting late in the afternoon and I needed to get home to get dinner started.

One more stop he assured me.  "I need to look at the menu for next weekends dinner," he said calmly.

Down the street we walked, hand in hand.  We ascended the dark stairs in to the restaurant, turned the corner to the back room and proceeded down the long hall.  It wasn't until we nearly entered the back room I realized what was going on.

All my closest friends and family were there patiently waiting for my arrival.  Waiting to surprise me.  And every one of them was dressed up like someone from the 80's!  Even the kids!  Madonna, Maverick from Top Gun, Claire from The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller twice!  There was Marty McFly, Magnum PI, Prince, Cyndi Lauper, Axl Rose and his "I'm with the band" girl.  It was like going back to 1985!  

I can honestly say I was COMPLETELY surprised.  All this time I was suspicious of the wrong weekend!  He had me so mixed up.  I really have to give him credit because I'm so nosy and apprehensive.  I imagine it wasn't easy for him.

Marty donned his Dr. Venkman (a la Ghost Busters) costume and informed me my costume was waiting in the bathroom.  About 20 minutes later I re-appeared as Jem, pink wig and all.

It was a perfect way to turn 30.  Thank you Marty for the amazing party, for the wonderful cake, and the great memories I'll keep from that night!  You completely and wholly outdid yourself.  It was the best party I've ever had and ever been to (except for our wedding, that was a pretty kick ass party)!  You are simply the most amazing, wonderful Husband a girl could ask for.

Love, we gots it.

The new '52

Marty and I purchased a "new" 1952 Chevy last weekend. More to come as we fix'er up!

Once a year.

This is a special day for me. One that will never go unnoticed or unannounced because it is just too precious. Today is Marty's birthday.

We celebrated his birthday on Sunday with homemade enchilada's and his famous cake, made especially for him by his Mom. "It's not my birthday if I don't get MY cake."

Happy Birthday Marty, from all of us. We love you and can't wait to celebrate the rest of the special "once a year" days in your life.

the shape of punk to come

2008 is here, crazy huh? We rang in the new year in Sequim at the Boys & Girls Club with music, games, and Mountain Dew that the boys drank (our mistake) to sugar them up throughout the night.

The thing that made this night so important was #1. Reuben's Pomp and #2. witnessing my boys see their first hardcore show. I think all the boys have taken more of a liking to music this last year or so, and especially now that Solly has his first bass guitar and Julian his first keyboard.

I don't normally make a new year's resolution, but in a way this year I am. more than anything I desire to teach my boys the value of music and what music is to be valued... -marty



It's cold outside and my hands are dry Skin is cracked and I realize That I hate the sound of guitars A thousand grudging young millionaires Forcing silence sucking sound Forced into this conversation So i say shine let their planets collide This is the darkening down of my mind We could be making it oiling like crime We could be making it staking last dimes If you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation The torch is pased it's yours to return Lay at their feet now use it to burn For marketing the use of the word generation A false alliance of money persuading Forcing silence sound sucking Forced into this conversation Now if you want to sieze the sound you don't need a reservation So open so young so target I can smell your heart you're a target



-fugazi

The way to a girls heart....

I have to hand it to Marty. He knows me, really well. And he knows my weaknesses... the biggest one in fact. Shoes. It's true. If I had my way I'd have new shoes everyday. There is nothing like the "new shoe" feeling. Slipping them on, checking them out, and suddenly feeling like a million bucks.

Tonight, for no real significant reason, other than he is the most amazing man ever, he gave me a new pair of shoes....

"Thanksgiving shoes" he said with a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes.

And as I slipped them on, I felt so thankful for him and that he knows the way to a girls heart.