Unplugged all weekend

THE LAKE.
In youth’s spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
The which I could not love the less;
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
And the tall pines that tower’d around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot — as upon all,
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody,
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright —
But a tremulous delight,
And a feeling undefin’d,
Springing from a darken’d mind.
Death was in that poison’d wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining;
Whose wild’ring thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake.
Edgar Allan Poe

Meet Mr. Amazing

#1 – If I disappear after this post… call the police … because he will kill me for posting this picture. Bahahahaha!!!

This is the man I married – Most people never actually meet him. He rarely makes public appearances and is usually replaced by his stunt double the ultra serious star trek loving over protective father and  ever so helpful husband… But this is who I spend the most time with.

Fair play is my middle name- here is a super embarrassing picture in trade

#2 People often wonder why he puts up with my antics… But we like to call him the instigator… He took this picture… Yes, that is me, with my Edward doll under the mistletoe …

We saw the 2nd-4th twilight movies together… We hate them… but when with each other will laugh ourselves into some sore stomach muscles. Movies are our favorite thing to do together.

#3 He told me he loved me first… he did!

I totally tricked him into it. He fell for the whole “I think I am starting to fall in love with you” line and said the words to me… I made him say it again and again the next day …

I tricked him into asking me to marry him much the same way.

#4 We met each others children before we actually met each other – Now this is disputable only by the fact that my son was with me when they met.

I sat by the side of the pool with his ex-wife while he swam with the smalls. We didn’t exchange words.

#5 We were introduced to each other by his ex-wife …

Totally happened… Bahahahaha!

#6 We did everything very unconventionally from the beginning, we broke every rule…

we don’t have a song – We have countlesss nights staying up all night listening to music…

We don’t have a “place”…  we have all of the places… From the picnic table at the park… to every Indian restaurant in any city we have been too… every coffee shop… everywhere.

We didn’t have a wedding… in fact we didn’t know where to even have our little ceremony until two days prior … we wore jeans in a little art gallery on main street with our smalls and talls.. and few others…

I pretend to hate everything he loves … just to see him squinch his face up in frustration…

I pinch him … He tickles me… Sometimes I bite… He yells like a girl.

He pretends to love everything I love … Because when he loves … he does it so completely … that he will love what one loves …

We don’t so much argue and fight… as get insecure and get skittish around each other…

We know each other… better than we know ourselves…

We are ridiculously stubborn …

I would like to think we strive towards making each other better people… I know I am better just for having known him.

We belong together…

Like this

“Give us a tour of a room in your house you love”

The floor is covered with paint supplies and pillows

Unfinished projects and blank canvas lean against the wall

My boo boxes are stored in here

Often bursting at the seams with candles and incense and writings

Finished projects hung on the wall (Can you see my angels in there?)

These are textured paintings with granite and clear acrylic… it is hard to see in the picture I suppose… they are made to be touched.

With my dog in the doorway and my cat at my side (only because that’s where the pillows are!)

I try some new ideas.. combining my writing with my paints…. very rough start

This one is working a bit better

I spend the least amount of time in this room … yet it is my favorite… more time is spent in the kitchen… the smalls rooms … tucked safely in a warm comforter with a book on my bed …  but it is my secret escape… my guilty pleasure… and when I do finally get the chance to be in there… it is savored that much more.

Mr. Amazing: from now on, only I wear that pants

(Click on image for a better look)