this is ziggy saying good-bye to summer.

love,
m

Being honest: (because that is the easiest thing for me)
I'm not caught up in what our culture thinks is important.
I don't have a maid. Don't care for one. Most of the time I enjoy cleaning.
I don't have an iphone. I take calls on my (second) hand-me-down crack blackberry.
I have never been the girl that is rushing to get married (and have kids) because "everyone else their age" is doing it. Divorce rate is too high to rush something that life-changing. Though I am very fortunate to have met my soulmate at the age 24.
Climbing the corporate ladder, job jumping again and again... only to make a certain amount of moo-lah is not a priority of mine.

READ: I am not saying any of the above are wrong. What I am saying is that I do not have to live that life.

What works for me doesn't have to work for others and what works for others does not have to work for me. Life is not always a fairytale. But me being the dreamer that I am, there isn't a sole out there that can stop me in believing that I can't always make my own fairytales.
I can do whatevertheheck I wanna do! There are alot of people that simply do not "get me". They never will. But I know without a doubt my family and friends love me. It has taken me a decade-ish forever to realize that they don't have to get me. They love me and respect me. Yes, I stress the heck outta them sometimes with my totally different perspective of life. I have learned to be myself and love myself. I have learned that happiness does not depend on money. I have learned what makes me tick but also to forgive when I need to forgive. I remind myself frequently to give love, keep dreaming, do what makes me happy and just be me. One day, it will all go down in history so I want the story told to be glorious.

love,
m

What makes me happy:
my dreams.
music.
the color green.
being outside.
people who read my blog.
Troy University football.
the boyfriends contagious laugh.
modge podge.
fresh air.
over-sized sweathsirts.
sewing things by hand. (the learning process of sewing by machine is in the works)
every move ziggy makes.
my family.
the gorgeous world that God made.
lyrics.

love,
m

love,
m

i love this.

love,
m

I woke up a good ten times throughout the night due to the freezing frozen tempature my body was. I would feel my nose each time to make sure it was not just a fake feeling my brain was coming up with to annoy me. Nope, it was the real deal. My nose was ice, ice baby and my body was just a shaking. I was, indeed, too tired to get out of the bed to close the windows in the bedroom. Plus, I knew closing those off would only help a small amount because the rest of the house has windows up and cold (!!!!) air blowing in. Early this morning I woke up and made a deal with myself. I didn't want to jump straight to turning the heater on so I decided that if after closing every window in the house I would turn the heater on. Here is my (pointless) point of the story.... The heater is on and I LOVE THE WAY IT SMELLS when it is turned on the first time of the year. Now, Ziggy and I can feel our noses without following up with the Ice, Ice Baby dance. Whew, that was getting old. Now we are stuck back on "Who let the dogs out". Happy Monday.

love,
m

smile sunday.

Across the dirty water....

I heard:
A party.

I smell:
A drunk chicken.

I am:
Going to check it out.

Oh Saturday I am in love. Stay forever.
love,
m

I am doing my happy dance for more than the usual, it being Friday.
I'm also happy dancing my way on a shopping trip right NOW with a special person.

Oh T.J. Maxx and World Market how I have needed you so badly. (espeically lately)

For me, this weekend is going to be filled with lots of love, a birthday, football, boat riding, a fire, and good food and bevs. Cheers to that.

Happy Friday, nuggets!

love,
m

I think me and this pair of lovely shoes were meant to be together. Louboutin - flannel pumps.

love,
m