Jef's poem to Emily

As many of you know, I’m a huge Bachelor/Bachelorette fan. I’ve been watching religiously for about 5 years now. This season has southern belle Emily Maynard searching for love after she was chosen by Brad Womack in a previous season and the relationship went nowhere. I like her. I think she’s genuine. Plus, her teeth are like a perfect pack of Chicklets. I can’t take my eyes off them.

She's down to three dudes, but there’s only one I want to see her engaged to.

Jef Holm. SWOON. Is this guy for real? He literally makes my heart melt. (Sorry Tim!)

Soft spoken. Humanitarian. Entrepreneur. Religious. Stylish. Tight pants. Rad hair. WRITES POETRY. (Stalk him Follow him on Instagram for some daily eye candy: @jefholm)

I know, I know, it’s a TV show. But if he’s acting, he is THE greatest actor of all time and I’d rank him up there with Tom Hanks in the romantic-comedy genre. But please, just let me continue living in my little Bachelor/Bachelorette fantasy world where everyone is represented accurately and true love is possible. Thank you kindly.

During the last episode (home town dates), Jef penned this little ditty for Emily. Women across the country collectively sighed. Then hit rewind and sighed some more.

I got bored and transcribed Jef’s letter to Emily for you. You’re welcome.

Men… pay attention. This is how it’s done.

Jef: I wrote down a bunch of stuff, and I want to read it to you.

You and I have one of those relationships that just comes easily.

From the first time I met you there was a unique connection.

That the only words I can use to describe it is meant to be.

As we spent the last little while traveling the world together, I’ve gotten to know so much about you.

I’ve realized I’m completely in love with everything about you.

I love the way you smile.

I love the way you grab my hand and hold it.

I love how good of a person you are.

I love how passionate you are about helping others.

I love how good of a mom you are.

I love that you want a cute little family, hopefully with me.

I love how you chase your dreams and I love how you want to make the world a better place.

I love how funny you are and how funny we are together.

I love how you fit in my arms.

I love the thought of going to sleep next to you and waking up to those big brown eyes every morning.

I’m so excited to meet Ricki.

I’ll teach her how to play sports and I’ll cheer her up when she’s sad and laugh with her when she’s funny.

And I’ll be there for her.

I wanna show her how to fall in love and have a love story that lasts forever, because I’ll love you forever.

Most of all, I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you.

Emily, do the right thing. Pick Jef and make me the happiest fan in the world.

Eenie Meenie Minie Moe

Since all of two people entered my first giveaway, it's kinda silly to declare only one winner. So you'll both be getting something awesome & handmade.

Congrats Beth & Joy!

Thank you for not making my first giveaway totally lame.

(Although let's face it, by most blogging standards, it was.)

Moving on...

Here is a recap in photos of our Valentine's dinner out.
We exchanged some gifts on Saturday afternoon & went to Macaroni Grill (a small step up from Olive Garden) for dinner that night. They have paper tablecloths & crayons.
We took full advantage of that.

[They trust you to mark how many glasses of wine you drink from the bottle on your table. I was honest, I swear!]

[by Meg]



[by Tim]





[Lemon Ricotta Cheesecake]



 

My Furry Valentine

For our first Valentine's Day as a married couple, I gave my husband what he really wanted.

A giant breakfast & a furry hat.

He was a happy hubby, indeed!

He reciprocated by selecting gifts for me at Crate & Barrel.

Be still my heart.
Could he know me any better?

A bamboo cutting board, bamboo salt keeper & a snazzy new wine stopper

are far superior than flowers that die, chocolate with mystery fillings & a dust-collecting stuffed animal. (In my opinion).

Chalk Board Love

This cabinet door chalk board was a fantastic idea.

'Cause now my husband leaves me little notes like this in the morning.

So glad I married him.

If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.

[How great is this?]

SNOW DAY!

Snowwww!

I want to wash my hands, my face, my hair with snowwwww!

The meteorologists were wrong again.

We woke up to heavy snow, which has already dumped 5+ inches on us.

I called my boss and told her that commuting to work just wasn't in the cards for me today. My little Honda Civic wasn't having it. Tim didn't go to work either, so we're having ourselves a semi-lazy little snow day!

We shoveled our front sidewalk (and our neighbors, too, aren't we nice?) and then paid the parking meters for the rest of the day. Yep... the parking ticket jerks were out giving tickets in a snow storm. We went up to the 6th level of the parking garage for kicks 'cause that's where we got engaged during a snow storm back in December of '09. 

Awwwwh.

We even came back & had an old fashioned snow ball fight while shoveling the walkway behind our apartment building.

The Cheese Ball Award goes to Meg & Tim!

I got Tim in the man parts. 

And then I took a well-deserved snowball to the head.

Truce.

The worst of the snow isn't starting until around 5pm. We might get up to a foot! 

(That's a lot for around these parts, we are snow wussies)

As long as the runways at the Philly airport are cleared by Friday morning, we're happy.

We are heading to Miami for the weekend. 

My skin needs some vitamin D real bad. It's fed up with this climate.

Play That Funky Music White Boy

I love coming home from work to this guy.

I'm so proud of my talented husband and I love his passion for music

And passion for dancing...

HA. HA. HA.
This is from the Carnival cruise we took two years ago. 

We need to take another one REAL soon!

I miss being in the middle of the ocean with absolutely no obligations except relaxation.
And maybe getting tan. I love me a good tan.

Throwback

I love this guy.



[2006]

He is taking me out to dinner on Tuesday night for Mexican food.

And I can't stop thinking about it!

I'm gonna order the biggest margarita on the menu.

And eat stuff with alotta cheese.

And then my digestive system will hate me.

But you know what? It's okay.

'Cause Tim doesn't care if I'm gassy.

True Story

 

Tim look me out to dinner for our first date (Italian food). We were cuddling on my couch afterwards, and I fell asleep. Tim was admiring my beauty (ha) when all of a sudden...

I farted.

Yes, folks. I farted on our first date. In my sleep. Multiple times.

And Tim is such a doll that he thought it was cute, not gross, and asked me out again. It wasn't until months later that he told me. I was mortified.

But I knew he was a keeper!

It's another... Awkward & Awesome Thursday!

First, I'd like to give a shout out to Sydney for coming up with the whole "awkward & awesome thursdays" idea... they are by far my favorite posts to write! And that Traveling Bag makes me want to be a purse-snatcher. You better hold on to that thing tight... 'cause I'm sure I'm not the only one eyeing it up right now.

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AWKWARD

 - Being one of the only women at my office who attempts to dress nice for work. Since when is a fleece pullover considered business casual? That awkwardness should be on you, not me, lady! And yeah, I totally caught you playing free cell on your computer yesterday.

- Bathroom air freshener. It never really covers up the smell... and yet we continue to use it.

- When I try to relate to co-workers and end up making them feel terrible about their age. Maybe because I say things like, "Oh yeah, my Mom used to do that, too!" I'm sorry, I am 25 years younger than you, and we will never be able to make conversation about something that happened in the 1970's.

- My attempts at taking pictures of my outfits in the morning with my iPhone. I'm slightly embarrassed to even post them.

- Still needing my Dad's help doing taxes. Even while using Turbo Tax...

- Walking 3 blocks to my car the day after a snowstorm... in heels. I looked like a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. Cars had to slow down for me.

- Having to tell the IT guy your password so he can log-on when something goes wrong with your computer. "It's umm... TimmyCuteButt32." (You force us to pick something with upper & lowercase letters & numbers and it's the first thing I thought of, okay?!)

- Leaving voicemails for people and still giving my maiden name. Sorry, Tim!

AWESOME

- I finally drink my coffee black. Cutting out those sugar & creamer calories feels gooooood!

- Rocking purple tights at work. It's not specifically forbidden in the dress code... so...

- ING checking accounts. Okay, a bit of a plug because my brother works there, but seriously, they are awesome. I can set up all of my bills to be paid online and then it gets done automatically on whatever day I choose. Bye bye late fees, writing checks & using stamps!

- Looking through old photos of yourself as a little kid with your husband and hearing him say, "We are gonna have the best looking babies ever!"

- BUT... the fact that we currently do not have a baby is also awesome. Sometimes we want one... and then sometimes we'll be out and we'll look at each other and say, "We couldn't be doing this right now if we had kids!" and then give a loud, triumphant laugh.

- The fact that the days are only going to get longer from here on out... slowly but surely there will be daylight when I leave work at 5 pm.

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Have a TREMENDOUS Thursday, my lovely blog readers!

One Sweet Month

Tradition says that newlyweds are supposed to freeze the top of their wedding cake and break it out on their one year anniversary.

Well, no offense to tradition, but Tim and I haven't exactly been listening to you since we met, nor did we listen to you tonight. It's nothing personal.

The thought of eating cake that's been frozen for an entire year grossed us out, so we enjoyed some tonight on our one month anniversary instead!

[Mmm... chocolate raspberry with buttercream icing]

Whoever said marriage is hard is loco, ese. 

Piece of cake, I say. 

Piece. of. cake.