Pretty Please??

Dear World,

Can I have these please?




One can be a belated birthday gift and one can be for Christmas. Mkaaaay? Mkay.

Thanking you,
xoxo
me

** Kitchen from House of Turquoise and that DREAM bedroom belongs to this lovely lady, whom I will now be obsessed with. Seriously, I love everything about it. I need that bed. AND the old door above it? Stop it right now. I need this.

For the Ladies

Ok, clearly I am coming late to the party and you guys must already know all about the Pioneer Woman blog. She left her city life to marry an actual cowboy and live on a ranch. And she basically has 5 blogs within her blog. Please tell me she has a staff, because I don't know how she does it all. I can barely manage two puny posts a week.

My friend Ariel linked this part of the blog on her own blog a few weeks ago and I've been reading it in stolen snatches at work ever since. It's the story of how she met her husband. She's a terrific writer and I would so be friends with her if we met in real life. We think the same way.

For example.... in the entry where her husband proposes (and that doesn't spoil anything, because we alreay know they end up getting married) I totally identified/loved with her preconceived notions about marriage....


"Marry you? My mind raced a mile a minute. Ten miles a second. I had three million thoughts all at once, and my heart pounded in my chest.

Marry you? But then I’d have to cut my hair short. Married women have short hair, and they get it fixed at the beauty shop.

Marry you? But then I’d have to make casseroles.

Marry you? But then I’d have to wear yellow rubber gloves to do the dishes."


The one about short hair made me laugh out loud. Don't worry Pioneer Woman, I've managed a year and a half of marriage without doing any of those things. And probably never will. But I bet she's already figured that out.

I highly recommend her story. Read about it here.

True Confessions of an Internet Stalker

I didn't mean to. I'm not quite sure how it happened. And I blame my college roommate Courtney, actually. I read her blog every day (and a bunch of other friends' blogs) on my 10-15 minutes I get to eat lunch at my desk. Yesterday I was reading hers and read a post she did about some old family friends. When they were kids, her parents were friends with a couple who had kids their age and Courtney has reconnected with their daughter Jody. So Courtney did this great post about Jody and how wonderful and inspiring she was (they are both moms of big families) and so I just innocently popped over to the link Courtney provided to Jody's blog and I've been reading it ever since. I mean, literally. I think I read their blog on and off for almost 3 hours yesterday afternoon (in between getting things done at work). And I couldn't wait to get back to work this morning to read some more. I don't even know this woman. But I'm totally stalking her life.

I got sucked in by reading the story of Jody and her husband adopting twin 2 year olds from Sierra Leone and the incredible story of adding them to their family of four boys. It's fascinating to me. And she's very real about it, which I love. She talks about the amazing parts and also is honest about the really hard parts. I think that's why I keep reading. I respect and can relate to that kind of honesty. And think we maybe might be slightly alike in that way. And she must be a photographer of some kind - even if only an amateur one like me (another thing we might have in common) - because her pictures are amazing. Of course it doesn't hurt that her kids are also gorgeous.

It's fascinating how different people's lives are. I'm completely drawn into the world of a woman with 6 children in Iowa because its completely foreign to the world I live in. And hers is fascinating to me. I can't imagine being in her shoes, and yet I can. At any rate, I have to be reading about their family every second. I am doing this at work, mind you. I'm so engrossed in it that I get mad when the phone interrupts me, or my boss interrupts me and actually wants me to do my own job for a second. How dare they! I'm in the middle of reading about the Landers' family vacation to Colordao and how Quincy had a meltdown at the amusement park.

Oh crap. Jody just posted about two of her friends, Amanda and Britlee, BOTH of whom have blogs. Have to go read theirs now. Internet stalking is really hard work, and very time consuming. Gotta get back to it.

And yes, I did include the link to Jody's blog so that some of you can stalk her too (the story of going to Africa to get the kids starts in late May of this year) and I can feel slightly less creepy. But seriously, how could you not read about these kids?! Look at those faces!

Kora

Zeke

It's really weird that I just posted photos of another woman's children on my blog, right? A woman that I don't even know. I did semi- introduce myself in a comment to her on her blog. Does that make it at all better? Oh geez. Still completely weird and psycho and innappropriate, right? Well, fortunately any of you actually reading this know me well enough to know that even if I may be a little weird and occassionally inappropriate, at least I am not actually psycho.

Right? You know that, right?

God, I'm just making it worse...