All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
4 more days, and then I am Mrs. McPeters.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I've got this energy beneath my feet...
Wedding is 16 days away.
Something stellar is happening in September, but I don't want to say much because I might jinx it...maybe I'll get to go somewhere exciting!
eh, that's all, I guess.
Something stellar is happening in September, but I don't want to say much because I might jinx it...maybe I'll get to go somewhere exciting!
eh, that's all, I guess.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
an ode (photo blog dedication) to Buster
To my favorite Arrested Development character (I still love you, Michael), this one is for you:
(from my dear friend Lindsay who I commissioned to do this piece. she's an/a expert/master at applying faces where they don't belong).
love is all around.
(from my dear friend Lindsay who I commissioned to do this piece. she's an/a expert/master at applying faces where they don't belong).
love is all around.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
you guys...
I'm losing my cool; worried about this wedding bidness...not about actually getting married because I'm totally hip with that, but damn, these PLANS.
I read where Ashleeee Simpson's friends called her "bridechilla" during the time before her nuptials. I WISH. srsly. I thought I was pretty calm, but when I start getting acid reflux, I am hella unchilla.
I think there is something to said for eloping, or even "destination weddings." I had my parents praying for a destination wedding after we discovered the cost to rent the reception ballroom for a night. yikes.
I've been telling people that I'm close to getting everything finalized, but I feel myself lying when the words come out. Am I?
Where is JLo when you need her?
Dress? check. Ring? check. The invitations are done. Check multiplied by a million because that was a feat. But shat, did I forget someone? I really hope not. If I did, then Lord, I am sorry! Oh God, I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it.
I have a feeling I'll be planning the wedding up until the 15 seconds before I walk down the aisle.
Please, someone tell me they have a mimosa waiting for me somewhere.
For what it's worth, I wouldn't give up having a church ceremony or a badass reception (that reminds me, I need to email a list of songs to the band that they must play). It's important to us to be married in a church, surrounded by friends and family, with a priest present to bless our marriage.
I love you all (all 8 of you). Thank you for being supportive (and if you haven't, well, I guess I don't really care because I'm getting married to a wonderful person (and so is he)).
it's time for a Tums.
I read where Ashleeee Simpson's friends called her "bridechilla" during the time before her nuptials. I WISH. srsly. I thought I was pretty calm, but when I start getting acid reflux, I am hella unchilla.
I think there is something to said for eloping, or even "destination weddings." I had my parents praying for a destination wedding after we discovered the cost to rent the reception ballroom for a night. yikes.
I've been telling people that I'm close to getting everything finalized, but I feel myself lying when the words come out. Am I?
Where is JLo when you need her?
Dress? check. Ring? check. The invitations are done. Check multiplied by a million because that was a feat. But shat, did I forget someone? I really hope not. If I did, then Lord, I am sorry! Oh God, I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it.
I have a feeling I'll be planning the wedding up until the 15 seconds before I walk down the aisle.
Please, someone tell me they have a mimosa waiting for me somewhere.
For what it's worth, I wouldn't give up having a church ceremony or a badass reception (that reminds me, I need to email a list of songs to the band that they must play). It's important to us to be married in a church, surrounded by friends and family, with a priest present to bless our marriage.
I love you all (all 8 of you). Thank you for being supportive (and if you haven't, well, I guess I don't really care because I'm getting married to a wonderful person (and so is he)).
it's time for a Tums.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
pregnant
I'm not, but the way I talk about baby names, you would think I was. I'm really not sure where this little quirk came from, but I think it's starting to concern a few people.
I can be a strange bird sometimes, but this habit might be a little too odd. It's like girls who plan their weddings before they're engaged. I'm putting the cart before the horse here, folks.
Before it was ruined in the flood, I had a journal where I kept my random thoughts, notes, and a list of baby names; boy and girl, first and middle initial.
I can't help it!
I dream about being pregnant all the time. On top of knowing a few lovely ladies with sweet little buns in the oven, I have a hunch this quirk also stems from a desire to be a nurturing mother and to raise a family
Chris and I get married in a month. After that, you can start a countdown for a little Daffodil Rose or Paxton James.
"this love branches out like an oak tree, reach for the sky and roots to the sea."
I can be a strange bird sometimes, but this habit might be a little too odd. It's like girls who plan their weddings before they're engaged. I'm putting the cart before the horse here, folks.
Before it was ruined in the flood, I had a journal where I kept my random thoughts, notes, and a list of baby names; boy and girl, first and middle initial.
I can't help it!
I dream about being pregnant all the time. On top of knowing a few lovely ladies with sweet little buns in the oven, I have a hunch this quirk also stems from a desire to be a nurturing mother and to raise a family
Chris and I get married in a month. After that, you can start a countdown for a little Daffodil Rose or Paxton James.
"this love branches out like an oak tree, reach for the sky and roots to the sea."
Friday, June 27, 2008
2 Things
1. I'm not really sure what the big deal is with my wedding dress, but it's causing some kind of stir with my friends and family:
that isn't us, but you get the idea.
2. I don't usually go into the the Wild Bird Center, but was tempted today after lunch to kill time before going back to work.
It was there that I met, and fell in love with, Skipper the cockatiel.
you wouldn't think a bird could be so affectionate, but Skipper touched my heart and my soul like no one else.
I want I want I want!
that isn't us, but you get the idea.
2. I don't usually go into the the Wild Bird Center, but was tempted today after lunch to kill time before going back to work.
It was there that I met, and fell in love with, Skipper the cockatiel.
you wouldn't think a bird could be so affectionate, but Skipper touched my heart and my soul like no one else.
I want I want I want!
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