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I'm in my early twenties and newly married. I feel like I'm just starting my life and I'm excited about the future and the goals I can't wait to accomplish. You're welcome to read my silly ramblings and get a peek into my heart : )

Monday, April 27, 2009

Can't wait to move!

Photobucket There's a 99.9% chance that we'll be living in Independence Hall on the top floor in a sweet little apartment. It's right in Princess Anne around multiple historic buildings. I'm pretty excited and I think it will be a nice experience to live there for a year or two. I'm probably more excited about getting home and reconnecting with all my friends and family again. Boy, have I missed them. : )

"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."
-Winnie The Pooh-

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Happy Early Birthday!

46 on Saturday. So young and yet you'd probably not be too happy about getting closer to 50 and the inevitable growing up of your babies. Do people celebrate birthdays in heaven? I'd think God would love a celebration and maybe He throws a daily party to include everyone who was born on that day. Well it would be fun, maybe I'll suggest it when I get there : ). Your girls are celebrating by doing our tradition of a yummy dinner at Zia's including your favorite Black Russian Cake and watching a movie we know you would like. We're gonna see Monsters Vs. Aliens, we figured you'd get a kick out of it. Well anyway, Happy Birthday and I love you to the sky. : )

"Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear...
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend."

Monday, April 6, 2009


Originally uploaded by Kellie{Michelle}
by Emily Fessler

Dry up my tears with your gentle winds,
For your words cease my tears.
Blow away my dark clouds,
For your strong winds blow them away.
Bring me happiness with your sun beams,
For your sunshine warms my soul.
Whisper me a deep secret with your breeze,
For your words bring me a warm feeling.
Put out my raging fire,
For your rain sizzles it down.
Everything you do is my everything,
And I'll never forget that you're my sunshine.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Martha Stewart Dinner

I saw Martha Stewart make Creamy Racchette Pasta With Asparagus and Peas and I just had to try it for myself. It's so worth it. VERY good. It tastes like spring. That's the best description I have. I made it Saturday night and to go along with it I made Pecan Fudge Brownies. I don't usually like homemade brownies but these were better than any other brownie recipe I've tried. Fudgey enough to make any chocolate lover happy : ).
I've had so much fun these last 6 months being married to a guy who doesn't have the word "picky" in his vocabulary. I've been able to make dozens of recipes I wouldn't have been able to make for my family. It's hard to please 5 people when every single one of them have varying palettes. So here's to all the future interesting recipes I'll be able to make and enjoy, cheers! : )

"Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all."
-Harriet Van Horne-

Friday, April 3, 2009

Movie Night

First of all, if you're a movie lover and you don't have Netflix you should probably go sign up now. It's great. OK, end of advertisement. Thursday night evolved into movie night since before we were married and I think it was because Thursday night found us in between weekday activities and weekend dates. When I lived at home Matt would come over and usually the Barrett girls and we'd pick a movie with much debating and going back and forth. Then we'd all squish onto my couches that could only hold 6 people but we always seemed to be able to squeeze in quite a few more, and we'd put the movie on the big screen. Of course the more people there were, the more voices that constantly had to be shushed. Sometimes we had big crowds and other times it was just my family and Matt. No matter what, movie night was fun and it's continued even though it's just Matt and me.

Well this movie night I got "Rachel Getting Married" from Netflix since it got such great reviews ... I must say, it's not the most fascinating movie but I really liked it. Anne Hathaway is in a role completely different than any other she's been in and she does it so easily: Troubled addict coming home from rehab to be in her older sister's wedding. I told Matt at the beginning that if it was boring we would turn it off. Needless to say we didn't turn it off. The acting seemed so natural to everyone in the movie, and the camera angles made it seem as if we were following a real family dealing with real issues. I'm not sure if everyone would like a movie like this one but it was different enough from a lot of the new movies coming out and Anne Hathaway was so convincing in her role that I definitely enjoyed it.

Tonight we're off to the Double T Diner for dinner, Matt wants to go once before we move back home and then tomorrow morning I'm planning on going to the farmer's market down the street, then hopefully we'll go see a movie tomorrow night. So even though I'm disappointed that we didn't get to go home this weekend (I miss you, Bean and Mrs Donna!), I'm glad we'll be staying busy with activities that I enjoy. : )

"No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight of the soul."
-Ingrid Bergman-

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Someone on Flickr posted this poem with a lovely picture... I liked the poem so much I figured I would share : )

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

~ Pablo Neruda