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today was valentines day! during the day, i hung around with the parents. my dad got my the usual small valentine's bouquet and a box of my favorite donuts because i'm weird and i HATE chocolate. that's right, boys and girls, i hate it. it literally makes me sick. THEREFORE... donuts. They were amazing, i definitely miss shipleys when i'm in North Texas.
later that night, when boyfriend got off of work, he did a whole valentines day thing for me. A bouquet of tulips [i like them better than roses,] an entire meal with several courses, sparkling grape juice instead of champagne [considerate and adorable] then we spent the rest of the time watching movies on demand, talking, and making eachother laugh.
it was the first valentines day where i haven't been disappointed. love it.
And I've got my heart set
On what happens next
I've got my eyes wide
And it's not over yet
We are miracles
And we're not alone
It's funny how your relationship with someone changes - and doesn't change - when you marry them. I expected so many overwhelming changes in emotion and feeling and relationship. but the truth is, we have always been best friends. and we still are. marriage does reveal things that dating never does. But it's good. We've already seen things, trends and reactions and fears we'll have to fight against. but we're doing it together.
the truth is, i wouldn't change a thing about our relationship. I love being married to this man. I love waking up to his face, falling asleep to the rhythm of his breathing. I love being entangled in his arms and talking. I love that when I'm having a rough week, he is in the other room, available to give me a hug or comfort me.
And God is so good to us. tomorrow, we finally move into our new apartment. and then we can make it our home.
The families courting couch Girl on one side and the boy on the other side of the couch and the parent sat in the middle of the courting couch.
Linda Ravenscroft has apparently moved to Glastonbury which is bloody marvelous because she is one of the most amazing artists and quite frankly I want to move and live inside her head because it must be really beautiful and magical and BUSY in there.
When my mum helped me to take the first steps of restoring my delves rated life by fixing my lounge of my crumbling (yet very very VERY loved) home, we celebrated this by buying two limited edition prints of the two fairy queens...
It cost my grandma a BOMB. I hope she forgives me by knowing how happy those centre pieces of my lounge make me.
Today I had little money but I was determined to show the artist just ho a much I love her by investing whatever I had in one of her latest works.
Ever since she opened her shop here in Glasto I have been circling this picture like a horny vulture and finally could take it no more and succumbed to the love and the LUST!
I don't really know where to display it. THE QUEEN OF HEARTS deserves and WILL have a place of honour in this residence.
When I have money again I will frame it. Right now I am moving it from place to place just to have it within my sight .
My mum told the guy in the shop today that if we had thousands of pounds we will just walk it and spend it all in the shop. DUDE! THEY HAVE TEA MUGS AND MOUSE PADS THERE!!!
I believe I probably will support the artist in the future to similar amount... Only in smaller bursts... Growing bigger when I have a job that actually PAYS...
Anyway. Worth biting into my saving for the high levels of serotonin this induces ^_^.
I've been really homesick lately. I broke down the other night when my five year old brother told me, over the phone, that he loved me and he was going to draw a big heart for me. Well, he did. I received it today and I'm not really sure if its soothing the pain of being away or making it worse.
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holy frijoles this one made it to explore! #233
وَمَا خَلَقْتُ الْجِنَّ وَالْإِنسَ إِلَّا لِيَعْبُدُونِ {56
~ Dan (ingatlah) Aku tidak menciptakan Jin dan manusia melainkan untuk menyembah dan beribadat padaku. ~
[ Adz-Dzaariyaat 51:56 ]
I love home cooking and blogging about the recipes I try out in my own kitchen. To see the recipe with step-by-step pictures follow the link www.rkhomemaderecipes.com/lady-fingers-fruit-cake-tort-di...
I figure I might as well get the food photos out of the way before I do anything else, and then maybe you'll understand why I am still in too much of a coma to process more pictures.
On top, the amazing crab we had during our last dinner (only one of the four other types of seafood that filled the table, plus noodles and tofu). They steamed the crab with egg in a white wine sauce, and its shell was incredibly rubbery. Instead of cracking it open you cut it open with a pair of scissors, and it was like excavating unbelievably delicious, tender meat out of tires. Moments before we ate this crab it was alive; I salute its spirit. It must have lived a good life, to have been so sweet. The prawns that sprayed their prawny blood all over my dress when I tried to behead them, on the other hand, may have been less virtuous. (Eating a meal in Singapore can be a pretty visceral experience.)
On the bottom, the shallots and tomatoes we roasted in a tremendous pool of olive oil before we added them to the shockingly good chicken vindaloo my dad's childhood friend Victor taught us how to cook on a sultry Monday afternoon. We talked of cabbages and kings over glasses of wine while the curry bubbled gently, and then we ate like kings (not cabbages) until we got loopy and sleepy and all the potatoes were gone.