honeymoon

Our wonderful 5 day honeymoon (toooo short) was a surprise present to me, planned all by my amazing husband. The morning after our wedding I asked him "where are we GOING??? tell meee!" and he said "Bonjourno Princepessa!" I was a gleeful giddy little girl.

He wisked me off my feet by taking me to Rome.

It was perfect.

jolly green giant

I am a health nut.
I'm an organic, juicing, herb taking, cloraphyll drinking, occasional carnovire who really loves her veggies. The farmers market every tuesday and friday, where the Amish farmers bring their fresh picked goodness, is my highlight of the week. I love to be creative with food.

but this past week, however, that was not the case. I was in Maine serving at a conference my Parents were hosting. I could barely sleep between: being the church cleaning lady, cooking for the speakers, running the registration, booktable, ushering...let alone eat right. Sigh.I still feel guilty about the food that I ate, so in an effort to purge my concience, I am making a list of everything I consumed:

Chicken Pot Pie
Pizza
Gummy Bears
Lots of Coffee
Cake
SODA!?
White Bread
Muffins
Cheesecake
Chips

!!!! Like.... Who am i?? Haha...when I told my husband that I ate a chicken pot pie, he looked at me with wide eyes and said "who are you?" Now, I'm going to go juice 10 carrots and feel better about my health. Cheers :)

all that rubbish

Since this spring, all my belonging and a majority of my wardrobe has been packed up in brown boxes piled high in the often flooded basement of my parents house. I was anxious to get packed before the wedding, so I started early. I imagined we would get an apartment and move the stuff in maybe...July. It's now sept 15th, and I haven't seen my stuff since March. I have forgetten what I own! And it doesn't look like we'll be moving in anytime soon either, with all the current construction and all. But I will get to that in a bit...

So back to my stuff- part of me is so excited to rip open and unpack those boxes. The other half of me is dreading it. Why? Because it will be the revealing of the rubbish. I am an unfortunate packrat. I have kept things from so long ago, I imagine I could be quite embarresed when Chris finds my years of summer camp counselor name tags. And college papers. And clothing that I am "sure I'll wear again" from 1992. And those bags of clothes that were actually headed to the salvation army but never made it past my trunk. Can i get an Amen?


I remember one day my mom forbid me to buy any more furniture. Apparantly I had taken up all the available attic space and room in the garage.

So, here I am already planning the yard sale of the century. I HAVE to get rid of stuff.
Hmm maybe the cash I make can go towards buying new stuff for the new house!?
(can anyone pick up the trend here...?)

Speaking of the new (old) house: It's our first house. Built in 1900. It's beautiful. Err, well will be.
We are doing lots of : demolition, tearing apart, expanding, opening up, moving walls, drywalling, relacing the kitchen and expanding the bathroom. It's an arduous process but it will be so rewarding in the end. Before the end of this year we will sit in our completed/updated house and be so proud. I'll be able to say "I fixed that light and put up that drywall. And exposed that brick in the dining room. I designed the bathroom and kitchen. I learned how to weld and do the plumbing.

I think it will be something to be proud of. Oh, the parties we'll have!

I'll post pictures of the process soon.

cold bed

today is day two of being away from my husband since the first time we got married, three months ago. It's not the best feeling to sleep in a cold bed alone. I feel like a introverted sad little waif. I'm certainly not going to fall apart helplessly, but I do appreciate how happy he makes me.
Absence does make my heart fonder for Chris. Oh, how sweet friday night will be when I am back in my lover's arms. Big Happy Sigh.