Lusting

Found here

I want this bad, like Varuca Salt style. I'm already planning my 14 point inception style attack on Brady's brain to convince him that his home will never be complete without one of these babies hanging in sun, so that I can nap the stuffing out of it. Oh, what's that you say? Brady already secretly reads my blog? Well I guess the jigs up then.

This lovely little dream provider runs just under $250, but the link only works when it feels like it.

Where I Stand. Who I Am.

I am proud of our military. They pulled off a extremely risky mission without losing a single American life. Thanks to them Osama Bin Laden has finally been found. He did terrible things. He reveled in the death of innocent people. I do not mourn for him. I am relieved that he was found. I believe that he was brought to justice for the crimes and hate that he propagated. But I am not gleeful. I do not have the urge to drink my enemies blood or stomp on their face. I do not feel like celebrating. It is not in my nature to hate. Even the grim satisfaction I feel leaves me with a heavy heart. Make no mistake, I have picked my side. I stand by my country. I stand by our way of life. I believe that we are a nation that engages in combat as a necessity, not as an act of aggression. That makes me proud. I feel like a corner has been turned, but we still have a long way to go. As we move forward I feel that every death should be treated as a necessity. I compare the videos from the Middle East celebrating 9/11 and the videos from the US celebrating Bin Laden's death and see some very disturbing similarities. I understand why other people might disagree. I'm sure that plenty of people think my view point is unpatriotic. I have been called a "bleeding heart liberal" on more than one occasion. That's ok. Compassion for others, even my enemy, is a badge I wear with honor. It is not something I ever want to lose, nor will I ever consider it a flaw.




"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Weekend Warrior

FRIDAY: 

Life Partners

Love the Mariners

SATURDAY:

Green Lake

Happy Kyzer

Coulon

SUNDAY:

I ate my body weight in these.

How was your weekend?

A Very Brady Weekend

Brady put an offer on a house back in October, and he finally got the keys to his new house Friday night! I am beyond thrilled for him, he has been busting his butt to buy a place of his own and now his hard work is finally paying off.

Gazing into his future

Can you tell he's excited?

Brady was planning on moving his stuff in all by himself, but instead I forced my family into servitude. He is no good to me with a broken back... So, Saturday afternoon he and my brother carried heavy things while my mom and I daintily carried boxes and ooh'ed and ah'ed over the house. By early evening the house was mostly unpacked and beginning to look pretty dang good. I seriously love this house. It has tons of upgrades and a sweet outdoor living space.

Le House

Sunday we shopped for house accessories, which is way more fun than moving. But also way more expensive, good thing he just got a raise and promotion. (Sorry, am I bragging? I'm bragging. I can't help it, I love it when good things happen for Brady :) ) I got to weigh in on most of the decor and layout of the rooms, which is nice because 1. He values my opinion, and 2. The plan is for me to move in when my lease is up. Or sooner if it strikes my fancy, and it definitely does. Just in the short weekend we spent together his place felt more like home than mine. I guess that saying is true.*

The pictures below are from the listing, he was lucky that the owners left the house move-in ready. I'll show you what it looks like once it's all put together with his (and probably my) furniture.

For the low price of some margaritas, you too can lay by the pool.

Congrats BAF!!


*Home is where the heart is. Puke, cute I know.

Super Extra Awesome Post

Ok, not really. Sorry to trick you.

You know you're a "glass half full" kind of person when you follow up a story about a cat being eaten by an alligator with "but it's not a sad story! Really! I mean, the alligator was probably pretty happy..."

Oh happy day!

I've had nothing to write about lately. I think I'm becoming a hermit. Really. All I feel like doing is going to work, going to the gym, eating, and hanging out with the boy.

I did drag myself out of the house Friday to celebrate a friend's birthday. It was Luau themed and I was pretty thrilled to show off my genuine Hawaiian tan. By the end of the night I had lost my whole costume though. I gave my coconut bra to a girl at the bar (then left), and I gave my skirt to some random guy on the street. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think that's what he meant when he said he wanted to "get in" my skirt.... Hmm...

Anyway, here's me prior to giving away my goods. And by goods I mean my costume. Pervs.

Party Time

My niece is three years old today! 

I can't believe how fast time flies, but at the same time I can hardly remember life without her in it. I'm just in love with this girl, and our family events are way more entertaining then they used to be.

Only a few hours old

Smile!

What the heck is wrong with you?!

I love that picture... You can almost hear her saying "THIS is my role model?!"

Sweet sugar bliss.

A very happy birthday to Brennan! Thanks for making our lives that much sweeter.

Hawaii/What I love about myself

I love to travel. If you can't tell :)

Look familiar?

Hawaii was relaxing, lazy, and fun. Most days were spent lazing around on the beach with my gentleman caller, both of us just soaking up the vitamin D.

I had glittery sunscreen so I could be like the Cullens

 It was nice spending time with Brady's family, too. I got to know them on a more relaxed and intimate level, although I was never quite comfortable enough to poop when they were around... (TMI? Nah.)

Here's a pretty picture so you forget I mentioned poop.

We did get out and about a few times. Brady and I actually worked out (once), I went running (also once), we hiked up Diamond Head, and went swimming with sharks. That last activity was probably my favorite part. It was a bumpy and fun boat ride 3 miles out from shore, the sun was hot, the water was cool, and there were 8-9 foot sharks and a 6-7 foot barracuda up close and personal.

This actually reminded me of what I love most about myself, so I thought I'd incorporate my Day 2 of Truth:

(Gchat convo)
Me: I went swimming with sharks, that was pretty cool.
JulieCummings: Sharks?!
Don't most people swim with dolphins?
Me: Yeah, probably.

When faced  with potentially dangerous/scary situations or the times when things get rough, I'm able to look it in the eye and shrug. I've been through worse, it could always be worse, and I won't let it get in the way of me. I also have such a naturally high level of excitement and optimism that there's very little room to be scared. Not about skydiving, not about moving thousands of miles from my friends and family, not about losing everything I had. Don't get me wrong, I get down and worried like other people do, but it doesn't last long. For the most part I throw myself wholeheartedly into life. And I love that about myself!