something has to give

i don't mean to be a whiner

but

..i have a pimple..

im almost an old lady and im still fighting acne

it's true

if you saw it you would probably thinking nothing of it

you may would not even notice the huge mass or shall i say tumor that i seem to only see

but it's there and it will NOT go away

it's amazing how a pimple will bring you down

i know what your thinking

"just pop it"

but this little buddy is beyond popable

so in an effort to somehow kick my zits booty

i decided i would google some ways to speed up the process

and so this is what i have come up with so far...

1.  apply toothpaste ( not the gel kind ) on your pimple

before you go to bed, it should reduce swelling overnight

im not sure about this one, i honestly can't help but

see myself covered in toothpaste and i do mean all in my hair!

2. place strawberry leaves on the acne, the alkalinity helps to reduce the swelling.

who does this??

3. massage the face with the skin of lemon before washing with lukewarm water

4. crush a couple of garlic gloves and dab on the face 1-2 times a day

i thought the lemon was insane, this is against my hygiene!

5. apply ripe tomatoes pulp on acne for one hour, then wash

why waste a perfectly good tomato?

... but fyi

im not genius enough to attempt them

so lucky for my pores

i will be making a trip to town tomorrow

to find something that will probably be completely useless

:  (

recipe for deliciousness



ok, i know what your thinking

"not another cooking disaster!"

but i can actually cook believe or not!

i've been hanging out in the kitchen more these days

trying out recipes and such

i wanna impress my soon to be hubby ya know?

see, i'll soon be his source for survival

he isn't going to starve like he thinks

he will be just fine

i LOVE this recipe

so i decided to share it

it's super easy and super good

& i can't wait to cook it for him soon

crazy tracys chicken roll-ups

what you will need:

1 can of crescent rolls

1 can cream of chicken soup ( add a little milk)

shredded cheese

boneless chicken cut up ( salt and pepper)

this is what you do:

salt and pepper cut up chicken

lay out each individual cresent roll then insert chicken

sprinkle shredded cheese on top then roll up

put each rolled up chicken in pan then add your can of cream of chicken soup atop

sprinkle shredded cheese on top

heat oven to 400 degrees and cook until top turns golden brown

i can't seem to finish it

..i can't hang a star beside the moon

nor can i tell a flower the hour to bloom..

..the tide will never cease because of me

it will always be what it was meant to be..

i adore poetry

but it erks me when i can't seem to finish a piece

i always feel like i could have written more

or maybe i should have emphasized this word more

but maybe poetry is meant to be unfinished

left for the mind to unravel for itself

just as art is

no one sees the same story you see with your pair of eyes

no one feels the same emotions that you feel inside

that is what makes the human mind a beautiful thing



the greatest is love

love is patient, love is kind

it does not envy, it does not boast,

it is not proud

it is not rude

it is not self-seeking

it is not easily angered,

it keeps no record of wrongs;

love does not delight in evil

but rejoices with the truth

it always protects, always trusts,

always hopes, always preserves

love never fails

1 corinthians

looking back

the last time my daddy heard me sing

i was eighteen years old

i gave it up that year

i guess it was after my voice lessons with

country music singer debra allen

i realized i just didn't want it

she taught me a few things i have to admit

but it seemed like all she was worried about

was my physical appearance

so

i gave it up

and i probably gave up alot more than i realize now

last night i sang for him

i've been working on something special for our wedding

and it is really coming together well

i could tell he was proud to see me alive again

see, when a singer puts down her microphone

she kind of dies

musically speaking

i feel like i have harmonically died

but when i pick that microphone back up

im alive again

music isn't all about talent

music brings forth confidence and personality

i used to light up a room when i sang in a crowded room

people would stop dead in their tracks

it's a feeling that is just undescribable

and i do miss those days

but i've still got it!

here with you

 

would it just be another day?

tell me, would the sun shine a different shade?

just another day i couldn't find my way?

just another line i would sing all over again?

so many times i wonder where i would be

if you were not here with me

would i be on a bus?

would you be on a train just along the same way?

surely, my heart would sense yours near

oh, it has been crying all along for yours

and how i wonder if we ever trod the same steps

and did you miss my presence brush past your shoulders

oh, where would i be today

if you were not here with me

i can't imagine i would be standing on top the tallest building looking down

i couldn't stand the rush of the city nor the crowd on a busy street

and i wouldn't stand in grass where i can barely see my feet

oh, i couldn't imagine being anywhere but here;

here with you



the good wife guide

i love reading other bloggers thoughts and

funny findings on their bloggy

& i just recently came across one of my followers newest post

titled:

"the good wife guide-not in this lifetime"

it has to be the most interesting post i have read in a while!

so of course, i just have to share:

she told in her post how her former teacher in college

shared with her class an old book from the 1950's that listed a guide

on how to be an acceptable wife

it actually made me giggle seeing how the world's expectations of the role of the wife

during that time have

changed so much since then

drastically

so..

do you have what it takes

to be a june cleaver wife?

1.  Prepare yourself.  Take 15 minutes to rest so that you will be
refreshed when he arrives.  Touch up your make-up, put a
ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking.  He has just been
with a lot of work weary people.  Be a little gay and a
little more interesting.  His boring day may need a lift.

mr. smith will not come home to a wife with a ribbon in her hair

he would most likely laugh at me and insist i toss the ribbon too

but maybe that would do for the

"be a little more interesting" part

..kidding..

2. Make him comfortable.  Have him lean back into a comfortable
chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom.  Have a cool or
warm drink ready for him.  Arrange his pillows and offer to
massage his neck and shoulders and take off his shoes.
Speak in a soft, soothing, pleasant voice.  Allow him to
relax - to unwind.

i don't mind at all giving garrett a head scratch or even a back massage

but take off his shoes???

we better not let mr. garrett smith catch a whiff of this list

he may get some ideas

3. Make everything his.  Never complain if he does not take you
out to dinner or other places of entertainment.  Instead try
to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to
be home and relax.

im pretty sure we won't be eating "high on the hog" once we are married

but a bowl of yummy mac and cheese every now and then is something i just cannot do without!

4. Have dinner ready.  Plan ahead, even the night before to have
a delicious meal on time.  This is a way of letting him know
that you have been thinking of him and are concerned for his
needs.  Most men are hungry when they come home and the
prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

now this is, i admit, a lovely one. this one actually makes sense.

i would plan a meal for garrett

but only because he is so good to me

and he deserves it

if he comes home with a nasty attitude

he will eat dog food

: )

..kidding..

so i hope you enjoyed this sillyness as much as i have

it really makes you wonder how many june cleaver's from that time would gasp in unbelief

of todays women?

i do plan to be the best wife i can possibly be to garrett

but a june cleaver i will not be!

my wifey ways will just have to do



busy bride i am

im really starting to enjoy all of the decision making

that comes with being a bride

i have finally loosened up a bit and decided these little moments will

all be over soon

so i am enjoying myself

today i met my lovely hairstylist at one o' clock

to play with a hairstyle i had picked out

and it looked great

it's fun and flirty

yet elegant

theres something about topping the hairstyle off

with the veil that makes the world stop turning for a moment

is this real??

am i really getting married??

why yes, yes you are home girl!

after the hair appointment it was off to the bridal shop

to have the dress pinned for alterations

as i was getting undressed i realized my mother was still in the dressing room with me

"well mama, i guess this is a good time to show you my tattoo?"

like i could have covered it up, right?

yikes

she took it better than expected

she will be fine

i was expecting my seamstress to be

 a well kept to do mid 40's lady with blonde hair
and long groomed fingernails
or maybe even an oriental out spoken lady whose voice would echo terror

..but to my suprise it was a little old lady
with freckles ontop her ears and her short gray hair twisted and pinned in
a somewhat mini french twist

sweet and gentle as could be

her hands were bandaged im guessing from all the alterations she has had lately

she stood to what it seemed to my hips

and she carried a goody bag full of sewing supplies, needles, tags, and

i could not help but notice a spool of pink thread lying next to a pair of scissors

this lady was prepared for any fashion disaster!

it didn't take long before she had me all pinned and ready to go

before we left she mentioned that she had graduated with my paw-paw

and left us with a sweet

"it's good to know you"

as her way of saying goodbye

she must have told us that twice

i usually don't get attached to people i first meet

but there was something about that old lady that made me want to

jump in her goody bag and insist she tell me her life story over a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies

do you ever have moments like that?

maybe she reminded me of my grandmother

& maybe my hormones are just getting the best of me here lately

but i really enjoyed today for some reason

i need to cry to a movie now

: )

if i were a painter



..if i were a painter..

i would paint you a top the nearest cloud

there you would sit and watch me daily

and it would be as if you were never really gone

you see,  i have missed you for so long

..if i were a painter..

i would paint you as a bird

there you would sit a top the nearest tree

and it would be as if you were never really gone

i would hold my arm out as branch where you can land when your wings get too heavy to fly

..if i were a painter..

i would paint you a top the moon

there you would sit as i lay sleeping

and it would be as if you were never really gone

you see,  i have missed you for so long

you would shine like diamonds on the velvet sky

you would put each star to shame while the angels sing your favorite tune

..if i were a painter..

i would paint you back into my life

there you would be

somewhere with me

anywhere you want to be

just as long as it is with me

and it would be as if you were never really gone

oh how i wish my brush could take me there

but even the finest brush could not paint you here

so i will paint you into my dreams

i'll be seeing you

wait for me atop the nearest cloud..

..wait for me atop the nearest tree

wait for me atop the moon

i'll be seeing you soon

& i miss your laughter the most

old films seem to somewhat keep yesterdays memories alive

but only for a brief moment in time

i can rewind to my favorite parts

but i can't seem to bring you further towards me by hitting the forward button

last night i watched a few past weddings hoping to get a few ideas in my head

after realizing my eyes were soaked in happy lovey tears

i wondered how i was going to make it through my own wedding ceremony

and i laughed to myself and smiled

but then i see you

my mow - mow

and i cry even more

tears seemed to rush past my eyelashes like the rain that has fell so heavily from our rooftop all day

there you were with your polaroid camera

 the photographer made you so mad that day

you were only trying to capture memories for yourself as well

i miss you so

i miss your voice

i miss the nearness of you

and i miss your laughter the most

[ click-a-dee-click ]

i flip like a pickle

"..im a lucky guy to have a woman that

cares and loves me the way you do.."

me and garrett honestly rarely feud about anything major

it's always minor silly things

..like how i flip fried dill pickles in the grease..

see, so silly, right?

we make-up easily though and usually end up laughing at ourselves

life is too short to fight;

time is love

and that be the bible of the blues

the other night me and garrett decided to attempt to improve

our fried dill pickle recipe

this time, they were going to be spicy slap you in yo' face fried dill pickles

they were good

but they did not reach our high expectations

they were lacking that "jackie chan kick"

we must have used half a bottle of cajun seasoning

i don't understand

& im still searching for a better recipe

but in the meantime, let me finish..

garrett is sweet as sugar

and i love him to pieces

but when he bosses me in the kitchen

..i flip like a pickle..

he meant well and he was only trying to help bless his sweet heart

and i love him for that

he now quotes:

" i will never tell you how to flip a pickle ever again"

and

" i will stay out of the kitchen"

: )

now i get tickled when i think of pickles

i love that man

im going to marry him

all you need is love

my wedding gown is just across the room

hanging on a nail symbolizing to me

one of the best days of our lives is exactly three months away

i can't help but imagine his face when he sees me for the first time that day

walking down the aisle towards him

but you always imagine the worst scenario too , right?
which would be, me, the bride falling down the aisle to my groom

a heel submerged so deep in grass that it enables my ability to walk gracefully

..kidding..

no pressure here!

yesterday i dragged garrett to get fitted for his tuxedo

im only kidding though i didn't actually have to drag him there

although i do believe the guy that measured him made him a little uncomfortable

he made me giggle after he referred to his tuxedo as "a monkey suit"

i always thought they resembled a penguin?

but what do i know?

everyday is a day closer to the wedding

im excited but im nervous too

it's not cold feet

my feet are perfectly warm just where they are

it's just i have never been someone's wife before

and i know that it is completely normal to feel this way

and it's okay

i just want to be everything he wants in a wife

but what girl is placed on this earth with

all it takes to be a wife?

everyday is a life lesson

we were put on this earth to learn
so i will learn

and he will learn too

and we will grow together in love

all you need is love

mewidge is what bwings us together tewday... mewidge...

i love to quote the priest on the movie "robin hood men in tights"

you know, the part where robin and maid marian finally tie the knot?

"oooh robin, im sooo heppy!"

it's a shame that i have neglected my bloggy here lately

but all of this wedding bliss has really kept me busy

..along with stressed..

i never thought that planning a wedding would be this stressful

..but don't you worry..

this girl's ball of nerves are beginning to ease up now

everything is falling into place like it should

(which is a blessing)

we have alot of things done

and we really haven't had much fits getting them crossed off the list

 it also helps to not have the "bridezilla state of mind"

i don't want to be the girl that gets so caught up in all of the wedding

details that she forgets the most beautiful detail of all:

which is this: marrying this beautiful person that she loves with everything she has

and promising to keep every vow she makes for the rest of her life

im very glad that i have not stooped down to the crazy person level

and if i happen to do so i would like for someone to please humble me by

knocking my noggin' one good time!

: )

 at the end of the day, a wedding is more than

..the cake

the dress

the shoes

the dj..

they are all beautiful pieces to a wedding

but

you just simply cannot put a price on the love you have for someone

taking that first step in life with each other

making your commitment known to the world

beginning something worth everything

i would marry garrett smith under a tree with no fuss about it

it isn't the material things that make a wedding truly beautiful

it's feeling the love goosies and seeing the love that those two people share

& i know that our love will radiate throughout the entire ceremony

it will be beautiful!



changes

everything changes in due time

like the leaves in autumn bring change;
we are walking hand and hand along with each season

 before you turn to look over your shoulder

springtime suddenly blossoms

the sting of summer reminds you once again why you live for this time of year

and winter always seems to be the beautiful bow atop your gift box each year

im looking down at my feet once again
but this time im beginning to notice myself
slowly digging one foot out at a time from my bucket of concrete
i have always admired watching the world from this standpoint
there are few people in this world who truly see through these pair of eyes of mine
i feel blessed to have been one of them
but it's time to soar higher
the world is my blank canvas and i plan to paint it well

change brings life
and life is all about living
and living is a beautiful thing

rain would fall as diamonds from the sky

in my rock in roll world

rain would fall as diamonds from the sky upon the tom-tom tree tops

the silver sequin sun would gleam upon my face for the love of rock

my eiffel tower would be made of star crossed studs of leather

while the glimmering clouds hang over me light as a feather

i would walk the highway of spikes in the night

and kick out every other light

i would climb the stairway to heaven with zep

while the beatles sing while my guitar gently weeps

my heart would beat to the sound of the bass

crystal tears of rockabilia will fall down my face

in the sound of that electric tune that i love

my fingers would curl around each silver string

there in the black and gray silence i would sing

the colors of the world would run past my lips in awe

there the legends of the times would stand in applaud

in my rock and roll world

my heart runneth over

i want to live a full life

full as in living to my complete potential

if i was meant to be a wife

i want it

if i was meant to be a mother

i want it

if i was meant to sail a boat around the world and back

i want to sail a boat

i want my life to runneth over with happiness

and i want more than i could ever ask for , if that is okay Lord

;but not in a greedy sense of course

see im in love with this beautiful guy

and i need to grow old with him

because he makes my heart runneth over with happiness

tuesday, may 10, 2011

10:14 p.m.

this room

it's a easy monday morning

so i decided to open up my curtain and let the sunshine in

im looking around my bedroom

it has always seemed to change but yet it has always stayed the same

this room once used to house two sisters who fought for space

life happened

and it all became mine, all mine

i was on top of the planet, man

it's kind of sad though

to think i will have to leave it soon, too

life happens right?

if i look up toward my ceiling i can still see where

glow in the dark stick- em stars used to hang over us at night

they never seemed to cure my fear of the dark

but they were stars and that was enough

and this paneling has seen better days too

when i was a 7 year old koolaid faced kid it was

a huge chalk board i held make believe school in

..those were the days..

mama would get so mad and send me in my room

with a soapy washcloth

i can still see very faint numbers and letters if i squint just right

there isn't anything hanging on these walls anymore

but once a time ago, teen bop magazine threw up every

backstreet boy, nsync, britney and the hansons poster they ever made

my sister used to have a fascination with aliens for whatever reason too

i always thought her generation was a bit strange

yet i always wanted to be just like her

i wanted to ride the boulevard..

..flip my hair out on the ends

bleach my hair blonde..

..drive a black firebird

listen to all the songs she listened to..

now when i hear sugar ray come on the radio singing that song

it takes me back to those days

i will miss these days too

..but..

i will leave it behind just as my sister did

box by box

this room will always stay with me

i see the stars and i am humble

it's in the way the stars light up the sky

as to why i am so mesmerized by the nigh

it's in the way the wind sweeps through the moonlight in such sweet symphony

i see the stars and i am humble on my knees

my eyes become confused of which two stars to match

oh, this is the closest piece of heaven i have and i want it to last;

last until i become like a star in the nigh

and when i do, you won't have to look too high

surely, you will see me for i will shine far greater than even the northern star

and when you think of me, i won't really be that far

there, i will dangle beneath the cotton clouds on Gods swirly canvas

He will paint me in the night, everynight for you to see

and when you look, you won't have to look too high

i will shine for you in the night sky
and my love will radiate through my light



they say the best is yet to come

lets travel this direction together

we will walk atop every stone on this road less traveled

lets sit and watch our dangling moon slowly pass with time

we will sit in awe while others dismiss such scenary of the nigh

lets stand under an umbrella in this terrible weather

we will laugh when the rain soaks our shoes of leather

grow old with me, they say the best is yet to come

we will love til we are gray, but with hearts who yearn to be forever young

our moon river will never run dry

it flows much wider than a mile it could not even try

so here comes the days then the months and the years

we will cherish every moment, love wholesome, shed tears

i will have done what i have always dreamt as long as you are near

and i will never stop whispering

"i love you so, i love you dear"



she walks in beauty

has the world forgotten the beauty of a woman?

of course not

it only unacknowledges our divine beauty

"the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or
the way she combs her hair. the beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. it is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
-audrey hepburn

magazines tell us how we as women should look

how much we should weigh

it's outer beauty vs. inner beauty

& inner beauty is always pushed to the side

we are more than glitz and glam

there is nothing in the world that is more beautiful than the heart of a woman

when we truly love

we love deep as the deepest depth;

 strong as the strongest strength

when we truly care

we pour out every stitch of love we have to give

we shine far greater than any crystal

there is nothing that compares to a woman who

walks in beauty

i love this poem im about to share, although i did not write it

it really defines the beauty of a woman

she walks in beauty

george gordon, lord byron

she walks in beauty, like the night

of cloudless climes and starry skies;

and all that's best of dark and bright

meet in her aspect and her eyes;

thus mellow'd to that tender light

which heaven to gaudy day denies.

one shade the more, one ray the less,

had half impair'd the nameless grace

which waves in every raven tress,

or softly lightens o'er her face;

where thoughts serenely sweet express

how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

and on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

the smiles that win, the tints that glow,

but tell of days in goodness spent,

a mind at peace with all below,

a heart whose love is innocent!

love will find you

how many hearts have grown tired of waiting?

greater than the stars in the endless sky?

how many broken beats quiver quietly in a lovers chest

 before they exhale and lay their longing love to rest?

no, don't let unspoken love change tomorrow

take chances even if love brings unexpected sorrow

oh, don't keep your emotions tucked in your pocket

unleash them, for they are as fuel to a rocket

love will find you in due time

it knows your song and it is kind

love never fails and always prevails

love will match your rhythm with another in its own time

to love is to give

to love is to give

and to give is to love



i love the satisfactory warmth my

heart feels when i give to others

my best friend would laugh and tell you

this:

"everytime i go to her house, she tries to give me all of her things"

she thinks im recycling junk i collect

 but what she doesn't see is, im really recycling things that i love(d)

i want you to feel the same joy i felt when it was mine 

so here, take it

love it, cherish it

then pass it on to the world around you

and when it has met its last

trash it

& i just made myself giggle

: )

giving is a beautiful trait to possess

but sometimes i think we get caught up in the act of

our good deeds

we want the world to admire what we just did for someone else

almost like the worlds' pat on the back is the reward

we shouldn't expect to be overwhelmed with confetti of many colors

or be given a medallion for our charity to mankind

because i believe the warmth we feel in our hearts is more grander than any reward

the world could ever give back

give within the humbleness of your heart

the world doesn't owe us anything

we owe Him the world

"give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you"

oh my, my, my

oh my, my, my

how i love that chesser sky

oh my, my,my

i heard you sigh

even the sweetest words will make you cry

will you marry me?

will you be my wife?

i will marry you everyday for the rest of my life

we will plant a garden in each others heart

it will never grow weary if we love it from the start

oh my, my, my

here comes our life

i have waited for you my entire life

and how lovely it is, you chose me to be your wife



cooking with wine

the other day i decided that i would scratch off one of my thirty things

to do before im thirty years old

i cooked with wine!

 i went to the liquor store

bought me a swanky bottle of cabernet red wine

popped the bad boy open

and suprised myself

with amazing red wine braised short beef ribs

garrett just may survive my cooking after all

: )

red wine braised short beef ribs

what you will need:

1 pkg of cut beef short ribs, trimmed

kosher salt and freshly cracked black pepper

3 tablespoons of unsalted butter, divided

1 bottle cabernet red wine

4 cups low-sodium vegetable stock

4 cloves of garlic, peeled and smashed

this is what you do:

(listen up, this be the bible of the blues)

1. preheat the oven to 325 degrees f

2. pat ribs dry and season with kosher salt and cracked black pepper on all sides

3. heat 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter in a dutch oven

4. add the ribs and brown on all sides then transfer to plate

5. add garlic to dutch oven then after 1 minute carefully add your bottle of

red wine

6. bring wine to a boil until it is reduced to 1 cup

7. add the ribs back into the pot along with vegetable stock

8. reduce the heat and bring pot to a simmer and cover

9. transfer pot to oven to braise until meat falls off the bone or

about 3 hours

( it only took mine 1 hr 30 mins)

10. transfer ribs to a plate again and strain braising liquid in mesh sieve into a saucepan on medium high heat

11. simmer the liquid until thickened then add the remaining 1 tablespoon of butter

12. add ribs to saucepan if you like



cheese is good in macalovi

this evening i joked with garrett of how

im going to have to place him in a nursing home after he

reaches the age of 86

...

after we both said our i love you's and nyny's

i decided i felt bad for saying that

so i sent him a text telling him

i was kidding about the nursing home threat

...

silly so silly

i'll take care of him when he can't take care of himself

and he will take care of me too

because that is how the love train boogies on down the tracks

cheesy so cheesy

but cheese is good in macalovi

catapult my heart

when i was a little girl

i dreamed of being a figure skater

when i discovered my voice

i dreamed of being found

i've grown into a woman now

and i have accompanied a few other dreams along the way

no, i never became a figure skater

and my voice never made it to nashville

..but..

its the dreams that you truly dream

within your heart

that shine through at last

watch

wait

be patient

see

dreams sprouting deep down from your soul

and you never knew they were even planted

they suprise you

catapult your heart in a new direction

the direction you were meant to travel all along

and that is when you know you are

living the dream

call on me

...well baby

when times are bad

now call on me darling

and i'll come to you...

..call on me darling

c'mon call on me darling

and i'll come to you...

your not alone, im here too..

.. i need you darling

like the fish need the sea..

so don't ya ever take your sweet love from me..

a man and a woman have each other baby

to find their way in this world

- janis joplin

everytime i hear her sing this song

my mind shuts off and my heart takes over my body acting as a generator

it is my record spinning

spinning round and round

in love

with these beautiful heart gasping lyrics

i cry

i close my eyes

i dance along with the rhythm

of each beat

from the beginning note

to the end

because

im so in love

just like this



you are my moon

tonight i will rest my curtain away to the side

  i want to see a glimpse of the you lying beside me

im like a child, with you; there is no need to hide

my eyes rest easily below my brows, because with you i see the light

i need you while i put away my eyes

you see, you light up my sky

im like a child here in the night

say you will be my nightlight tonight; you never fail to share your light

i imagine you watch me as i sleep

& the night sky holds you like a mother would her baby

im like a child, with you; there is no need to weep

my eyes rest easily below my brows, because you are lying beside me

we will meet the cat who plays the fiddle

and sing hey diddle diddle

& we will catch the dish with the spoon

because you are my moon

this heart

  

i can love you until the end of time

i can love you until the end of rhyme

i can love you until the end of every road

i can love you as long as every stitch that has ever been sewn

oh, but i can love you longer

i can love you more than my arms can hold

i can love you more than any vendor has sold

i can love you as strong as a flame on a candle

i can love you as much as a bridge can handle

oh, but i can love you stronger

i can love you as sweet as sugar cane

i can love you as sweet as a first kiss in the rain

i can love you until your heart valves pucker

oh, but i can love you sweeter

i can love you more than a heart is destined to love

hide the moon and the stars while i build this day stronger

oh say the day isn't over just yet

what a shame i have neglected so much time to remember 

tie the sun to a cloud just a little while longer

hide the moon and the stars while i build this day stronger

i will chase the sun, i will bring it back

i will stand in front of the moon to block its path

i will do this day all over to its best

i will do it well

and then will i rest



goodnight moon

my fingers seem to keep tap dancing

on this keyboard

they are as lost for letters as i am words

im just not feeling very clever tonight

 i feel peaceful

without thought

its quiet

sometimes it feels good

just to soak in the silence of the night

theres a steady humming coming from my ceiling fan

it's gently sprinkling dust particles

all over my room

while i lay here curled up

in my favorite cheetah blanket

allowing it

im alive and well though

i really need to dust that ceiling fan

tomorrow, that is

i just got off the phone with garrett

it's so nice to hear his sweet voice right before

closing my eyes for the night

usually im in a deep sleep when he calls

and i miss him

that has to be aggravating for him

this electric mattress pad could possibly be the culprit of the matter

but theres no way it is leaving the equation

it's much too nice

it must stay

goodnight moon



we will love and love always

love

it's driving home

feeling the love goosies rush past each hair on your arm

while you listen to the one song

that reminds you

of just how you felt

the moment you fell in love with him

my life feels beautifully chaotic at the moment

i can't seem to stop looking down at my finger

i just smile and go back to how it got there

i will remember these little moments

and smile

chaotic only in the sense

that now i have so many decisions before me

and i have no idea where to start

i've come to realize planning a wedding is a bit overwhelming too

it's funny though

because i have always dreamed of being in this moment in life

since i was a little girl

singing in weddings after weddings

watching every bride before me

walk down the isle to their groom

and now that it is here..

it's like i have bridal block

..instead of writers block

the dress

the flowers

the guests

the music

the hair

makeup

the cake

and before we can begin on any of the above

we have to set a date

it will all come together beautifully

i know it will

im still glowing from that night though

& i will never let this feeling grow dim

because i love him so

we will love and love always



we're engaged!

"life is full of snap shot memories

and im a firm believer in writing down as many snaps as possible"

last night caught the beginning panoramic picture of our life

beautifully
im already crying and i haven't even started yet

happily happy tears are the tears my eyes cry

im going to marry the guy that caught my blue eyes in that restraunt that night
i felt drawn to you
i even contemplated finding you and telling you my name like a crazy person would
just so you would know i was on the same planet as you
here i am
which you already knew because i saw you staring while i tossed peanut shells over my shoulder
the love bug bit me hard
i knew i would see that guy again
and i did
God works in mysterious ways
im going to marry the guy that stole my heart on that park bench under that big tree
 in natchez overlooking the mississippi river
we both said that was the best date we had ever been on that night
and it was
im going to marry the guy that i fall more and more in love with everytime he is near me
you are my life now
your the first thought that comes to mind when i wake up each day
and the last thought when i close my eyes for the night

last night you took me back to natchez

cock of the walks famous cornbread, you, fried dill pickles and an exciting "firework show"
was what i thought would be the highlight of the night
i had no clue what was coming
at all
we sat on that park bench
it is "our spot" in the world
uncontrollable hiccup fits are always expected
but i never expected to see you kneel on one knee before me under that chesser cat moon
and hear such beautiful words run past your lips
at nine-thirty you realized you couldn't wait any longer
to tell me that i was your new years resolution
to make me happy for the rest of your life
i have always dreamed of that special moment
but this was beyond any dream i have dreamt before
i will always remember that night
you and i eating our to go box of fried dill pickles while we waited for the new year

im looking down at my ring right now and smiling
i want to make you happy for the rest of my life

we have something worth keeping around for a long, long time
we may have to eat a few burnt suppers at first but i will figure it out
you won't miss a single head scratch as long as you will watch armaggedon with me
every now and then
i promise



i love you past the stars