Twitter Facebook

And Done And Done

The last few weeks have been amazing.  Amazing as in, Mike gets up every morning at six, wakes me up at six-thirty, he leaves for school and I start work by seven, we get home from work/school around five-thirty or six, fix dinner, eat dinner, wash dishes, do chores, crawl into bed, pass out.  We’re working our asses off and it feels pretty damn good.

This weekend was all about doing the little things on my to-do list, the little things that fall at the very bottom, get buried beneath piles of GET THIS DONE BY 9 A.M. and SHIT I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH THAT YESTERDAY.  One of those things was banishing the months-old Valentines Day banner I had up on Frosy-Licious, and writing a better ending post than the last one I wrote, which was a little whiny, let’s be perfectly honest.  The new one is great, you should check it out, it’s called “Last One. No Really” and contains a photo of dogs snuggling.

Anyway, I’ve got a couple of tricks up my sleeves, including some big news that I’m not sure how to tell you yet, but no, I’m not pregnant.

And in case you haven’t seen any flowers today…

P4100078

***

P4100090

***

P4100095

***

P4100107

***

4589972957_21944c110d_b

Harlem, April 2007

On their way to Narnia

4400063326_69f9248a1e_b

Harlem, NYC — February 2010

Evolution of a snowgirl

P2260022

At the end of a long work week, I like to take a moment and fall backward into thirteen inches of perfect, pristine, untouched snow. I recommend it instead of a massage.

***

P2260023

Better than a facial - the rosy cheeks and laugh lines will give you a youthful glow!

***

P2260024

And just like that, I look like a little, awkward, six-year-old again.

***

P2260025

While it that was fun, it turned out to also be wet and cold.