I love...

hearing drip, drip, drip of snow melting

Suzanne. she has an ANUYRISM. Spelled WRONGLY, she has one. In her brain. She's alive. She is still alive. And NOW she might take her brother up on his offer.

her brother- he will cover her expenses for one years time if she quits doing daycare to take care of herself. Please, God, let her take him up on it.

Waldorf salad w/chicken. YUM.

getting out of the house. YAY!

when i can see myself "correctly". Turns out I'm no where near close to being a fatass.

fried bananas+chopped walnuts+whipped cream cheese+vanilla+dash of sugar=yumyumyum.

sleeping by the fireplace on our fantastic almost tempurpedic bed

"sleeping" by the fireplace on our fantastic almost tempurpedic bed

instant gratification via The Nook (although I do miss touching books)

Barnes & Noble- hid out there the whole time we were at the mall yesterday

Cullen- he has Payten and Julia and Jordan at the mall right now, P and J are doing GLAMOUR SHOTS while Jordan is using up the last bracelet and riding rides. Cullen rocks.

Okay, I have to pause here for a sec. I know that you know that I'm completely spoiled by him, but I'm not sure that I tell you just how bad (good) it is. And, just so you don't shudder, imagining what life with me must be like, let me reassure you once again that I do NOT require all the spoiling. Not at all. I would survive on my own just fine. And I have. But.
There are little things, he does so many little things, like last night before I ran, I was in the laundry room looking for the pants i wanted to run in, and I hear him come down. I knew what he did without even looking. I imagined him bringing the gatorade to the treadmill, and then turning around and going back upstairs, which is exactly what he did. How cute IS he? But wait, folks, it gets even more vomitous or fantastic, depending on who you are, I suppose. I couldn't find the good ear buds, the LOUD ones. Come on! I'm deaf, for one (really! Ear infections, rupturing ear drums etc), and I run MUCH better when a KICK ASS song is on really loudly. Who doesn't? I've been dealing with the less than really loud ones just fine, thank you. But I looked a little harder for them last night than normal. I don't usually put too much effort into that kind of stuff. I'm raising my kids the same way, (unfortunately??) and it makes Cullen INSANE. But I digress. In the middle of running, Cullen comes down with a new pair. Yes, he'd gone to the store to buy new expensive sport ear buds so I could have nice loud music to rock out to. SPOILED.
And although I don't require it, and I refuse to depend on it, I'm no fool. I enjoy it immensely. And he gets lots and lots and lots of lovin'. It all works out.

back to my I love list...

the massive strawberry Josh is eating. No lie- it's about the size of 2 golfballs together. Was it on steroids? Should I NOT be letting him eat it?

I love closing my eyes and picturing the cabin and the lake, blues and greens and the smell...

I love the sound outside when there aren't people awake yet ...the sounds of the birds, the wind, the world, without people out there effing it all up.

I love pearls. I didn't start loving them until yesterday. Strangely enough, the things I read lately keep talking about them. I dislike jewelry. Don't want any, thank you. Waste of money if you ask me. However, I have a new respect for pearls, taught to me by a 90 something year old woman who was in the paper. She loves pearls too, because they're pure. Enough said. Now I love them too.

I love the smell of the state fair. corndogs, corn, brownies, cookies, meat, barbeque...deep friedness. Love it.

I love love LOVE watching people. Yesterday at the mall was a nightmare. THANK GOD Cullen is just like me that way, and found a way to leave a couple of kids with the uncles and get us out of there- but it was fun people watching. I watched some people watch me, too. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder what i look like to them. What are they thinking?

I love Gain. Smells fab.

I love MFN. She totally and completely did not expect me to fall apart crying at her house yesterday, talking about the horrible dream I had, but I did, she she handled it just fine. Sorry 'bout that, still! That was your day and I didn't mean for that to happen!

I love CJ's face. It's perfect and beautiful and if I were 9 years old, I'd be in love with him. And yes, I was in love when I was 9 years old. I came out in love with the world.

Josh's face, too. You can see him thinking, working it out, and he's 7, so he still loves me just as much. He still comes to me for kisses. KISSES. *dreamy sigh*

The way Jordan calls/ed "House of Anubis" (10 times shame on me for not knowing what it was when HE knew what it was) "House of a Nudist"---THAT got my attention. "I don't WANT to watch House of a Nudist!" WTF???

I love smoked salmon bagel sandwhiches.

I love the movie Michael. Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just LOVE John Travolta in it.

I love Cullen's support of Josh wanting to be "different". <----he's got his green bay packer jersey on.

I love vicodin. If only I could have an addiction, and if only it would never wear off. :) No, I haven't taken any, but gosh, it would be nice to sometimes.

I love how CJ has every single item of Vikings clothing on that he possibly can. So funny.

I love the color swatch I'm going to go get myself when we go to the store. Yeah, baby!

I love how the kids just made themselves lunch. :D

I love CJ loving to read. Oh, the magic in books!

Okay, done!