The Roof

Last night was so much fun.

My hot date and I enjoyed A LOT of delicious food and good conversation.

I am pretty sure we sat at the table pictured in the last post.

It was beautiful.

Jon pulled out his phone to take a quick fix and I wanted to take a pic of my hot date.

This is what I got... he loves pictures!

I convinced him to smile once.

What a good looking man.

It was a great evening and I would do it again.

Too bad we aren't made of money.

Finally!!!

Remember on February 14th when the world celebrated V-day?

Well Jon worked, then I went to Vegas that weekend for work...

So finally tonight Jon and I willl be celebrating!!!

We are going to a fancy dinner at The Roof (thanks to a gift card from the parentals)

After the last 2 days that I have had this is going to be a well deserved night out.

I haven't been there since Jr. Prom... oh the memories.

Happy February 25th to everybody!

Dear world-

I am only ONE person

I can only go in ONE direction at a time.

I am not Gumby so please stop pulling.

Thank you, the one direction wonder.

P.S Thank you for another lovely morning.

The countdown!

14 days until I get to wear this again!

(don't judge me Jon already has. It is for a YW activity)

19 days until I take a trip here with one of my FAVORITE people!

22 days until I get to celebrate this. Hopefully it is not a repeat of last year.

20 some odd days until I get my hair cut and colored (yes I am excited about this)

60 days until EASTER!

73 days until I leave on a jet plane with Johnnyboy and take 7 days to relax and enjoy life

and my day started off with driving to work in the daylight and not so freezing cold weather.

Lovely!

Happy Wednesday!

It is true.

I am 5

My mom gave me this straw for V-day, I drank all my beverages out of it that day....

and LOVED it.

I sent her this picture and she was equally excited.

Other people who got the straw... Emri and Katie babe.

Don't judge me.

This is also true.

I kept hearing on the radio and thought I heard it worng.

nope.

See below. Politically correct?

Weird?

Have a great weekend I am off to Las Vegas for work.

Who doesn't love working on Sat? I know I sure do.

I am looking forward to returning tomorrow night and FINALLY seeing Jon for the first time this week!

This is where we live.

It got hurt by the wind.This is the HUGE tree across the street.

It got hurt also.

And blocked the ENTIRE street!Yes the tree is that big.

The policeman also blocked the driveway and didn't move when I needed to leave.

Awesome.

The man that lives in the house came screeching around the corner as I was taking the picture, jumped out of his car and yelled, my christmas tree!!!

Then the tree chipper man came to cut it up. Sad.

No husband = sad face

As I sat here spending my time alone, watching the Bachelor

I have to admit I was feeling a little sorry for myself.

I am not with my husband,

I haven't seen him all day,

I am spending Valentine's Day alone...

and I am MARRIED...

how does that happen!?!?!

Well right when I was about to give up I heard a knock on the door..

I opened it to find this...

Pretty much the GREATEST thing EVER!!!

I loved it.

It put a smile on my face,

and as you can see I wanted to share it with you immediately.

I have a feeling I know who my "2 secret admirers" are and I love them for this little surprise!

I just love those little girls and I hope they NEVER grow up,

but if they have too I hope we can always stay close.

Thank you!

(while the thought of them doing this by themselves is funny,

I know they had some help. Thanks to the helpers as well!)

V- day

Lets start with the most important info...

I am a Heisman Trophy Winner!!!

its only in the virtual world but thats ok with me.

2nd most important thing... Valentine's funfetti cookies!!! Jon got a special cookie with the leftover dough. Sadly this is who I will be spending my Valentine's day with...

and maybe these men along with the workers of D.I. some postal office workers ..... Fun night for me! Hope you have a great Valentine's day!!! Advise of the day: Begin to be now who will be in the hereafter.

The Love I Choose

by Jessica Mercer Zerr (Taken from Here)

My husband gets up first to shower, giving me an extra twenty minutes to sleep. He wakes me with a kiss on my forehead and whispers he loves me.

Then he leaves without turning on any lights so I get five more minutes. He unloads the dishwasher and makes the decaf coffee we began drinking when we decided to start trying to conceive more than a year ago. When I emerge from my shower, my coffee is ready--two sugars, cream--and he hands me the paper. We speak little. Morning Edition and old-fashioned oatmeal bubble in the background.

At the end of the day, I cook supper, giving my husband half an hour to watch the news without interruption. After the weather report, he sits down at the table and watches while I finish cooking our meal. We eat and talk. Mostly we talk about what has to be done--groceries to buy, grass to mow, bills to pay--and I mention that the door still sticks. After dinner, if the weather is nice, we go for a walk, maybe watch a little TV. Bedtime comes at nine-thirty. When the lights are out, we confess things that worry us, drawing strength from each other's nearness.

I believe this is love.

When I was a child I thought a lot about what it means to love. I knew the romantic ideals of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, but it was the love story of Laura Ingalls and Almanzo Wilder that I returned to again and again. In contrast, their love story was so stark and so deliberate, and it alone continued beyond the ever after.

I once asked my mother if she loved me or my

father more, certain that I knew the answer: me. Instead, she bent down and looked me in the eye, hands gently on each shoulder. She explained that she couldn't help loving me and that the love of a mother for her baby was incredibly strong. But then she told me that the love she had for my daddy was a love of choice, which made it extra special. Of all the people in the world, she chose him and he chose her.

I would think about her declaration often in the coming years as my parents adjusted to my mom's new career outside the home and coped with raising a teenager. When my parents sometimes couldn't have a conversation without turning it into an argument, I suspect they, too, thought about their choices.

Now that I'm married, I consider each day what it takes to stay married--and in love--as long as my parents have. It's not that I don't believe in romance and extravagant spontaneity of last-minute weekend trips or witty conversation over champagne brunches. But I believe more in the sacred of the ordinary. I believe in love that is sustained by deliberate kindness and the choice to see little acts as testaments of love and commitment rather than indicators of a love that has died--of love communicated each time he cooks oatmeal and I schedule his dental appointment. This picture of love is certainly less exciting, but decidedly real, and in its own way more romantic because of the weight of its reality.

So, in the small silences of our predictable, boring day,

I choose him,

and I choose love,

all over again.

Looking forward to 30! its a sad day when you think 30 degrees is warm. I decided if I am going to be cold I might as well get snow. I am thinking of relocating to a little city in Japan where they average 56 feet of snow a year.

SO COOL!

Do you think?

Do you think if I got married on groundhog's day I could relive it over...

and over..... and over.... and over...and over.....?