is just to love and be loved in return! While Ryan steadfastly refuses to watch Moulin Rouge, we did enjoy a nice Sunday night on the couch with the Wedding Singer last night.
Since a solid 25% of my readers have noticed my lack of dedication to blogging, I am taking her encouragement and running with it while it is fresh...
I dropped out of the art class. It was slow and frustrating and I got in trouble for something every week and it turns out I hate the way chalk feels on my fingers. Pastel painting is not for me. I am still looking forward to someday taking a watercolor class, or a design or acrylic or even pottery class or something. I just don't care about pastels and the notion that I would start caring once I learned how to use them a bit has all but evaporated. I'm over it.
Last weekend I overhauled the 'Stude (aka second bedroom). This is the first time everything has its place and there are no piles, stacks or bins lying around waiting to go somewhere else. It feels so great to have all that space and all those pretty things on my walls & shelves!
Whole Foods is going well. I barely miss my daily Diet Coke in the afternoons at work and it's been relatively easy to find whole, natural replacements for most things. Also, I make a lot of exceptions, like when we go out or any time alcohol is involved. What do you want from me? I'm only human. Oh, and we just got a family membership to the Y, which I figure should at least even out the damage my vices are doing.
Ryan and I are going to enjoy our Christmas present to each other in a couple weeks...we're going to see Reckless Kelly at the Tractor in Ballard and stay at a super cute nearby hotel. He used to live in the area and is having a hard time narrowing down the places he HAS to show me while we're there. I'm really excited! Not only is the band awesome, but it will be our first getaway by ourselves.
Umm, I'm looking forward to Faux Knitting Ladies Night later this week, pasta with bacon, pineapple and ginger mango stilton tonight, and Beefeater martinis as a mandatory Valentine's Day celebration tomorrow.
Tell me a mushy little story?