Monday, July 26, 2010

Reason # 571 Why I Love my Husband


I've been wanting to see the movie Bright Star about the life and love of John Keats ever since my final semester of college, but it was never really at the top of Cole's must-watch list considering it's slow, emotional, and about a dead poet. But he sat and watched it with me this weekend and consoled me as I wept over Keats' untimely death.
But that's not even the best part! On Sunday night, we busted out my Romantic Poets and actually read and discussed Keats' poetry! As un-fun as this may sound, I assure you, it was not. I hope I'm not incriminating Cole or his masculinity, because in my opinion, only real men read poetry. Our favorite was "Ode on a Nightingale" about the beauty of nature (at least that's what we thought it was about, among other things). If you too want to be a real man (or woman), go here. Don't be shy! It's good for the soul.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Happy 4th!

Cole's inner pyro came out on the 3rd as we drove up to Boerne with friends Marissa + Terry and Valorie + Shane from our ward and loaded up on fireworks. After asking not one but two sheriffs where we could legally light them and getting the answer "Anywhere" from both, we found an empty field and began setting them off until the police came and busted us. Apparently the sheriffs didn't know what they were talking about. After Cole got a warning (thanks for taking one for the team, honey!) we ended up on the outskirts of a military base, which probably wasn't very wise either.

On Sunday, Anne + Michael invited us over for ribs, homemade berry pie, and lemonade--an All-American meal! We then went with them and Valorie + Shane to watch a fireworks display. Each burst was accompanied by the rowdy and intoxicated locals yelling things like "CHIMICHANGA!" "FRRREEDOM!" and "BUDWEISER!"--apparently representations of all that is American. It was hilarious and very...patriotic?



Thursday, July 1, 2010

Random Wishlist #1: Treehouses

Call me crazy, but lately I've had this deep desire to live in a treehouse. I read an article recently about this 70-some-year-old couple who built themselves a treehouse, and they spend all their time in it--watching sunsets, drinking wine, holding hands. I thought it was the most romantic thing I'd ever heard. Suddenly I caught this vision of Cole and I doing that very same thing (minus the wine). Here are some pics. I couldn't find my ideal treehouse though because it hasn't been built yet! Spacious, high off the ground, spiral staircase, Victorian or French-style, stained glass, a deck, with lanterns strung around. Whimsical yet earthy. None of this plastic, Disneyland crap. Oh yes. It's all here in my head. *Sigh* One day.









Are these amazing or is it just me??