Pleasant company.

For those who might have missed it, our front door played host to a nesting mourning dove family for a few weeks. It was a delight and a pleasure. Here are the three photos I posted to instagram during that time.

Why yes, that IS a mourning dove living over our front door.
Why yes, that IS a mourning dove living over our front door.

Birdy babies!!
Birdy babies!!

And just like that, they're off for life adventures. Be safe, little birds! You were most welcome.
And just like that, they’re off for life adventures. Be safe, little birds! You were most welcome.

Happy Things – June 2011 edition, y’all

HAPPY STUFF, Y’ALL.
My new niece, Eleanor!

    Eleanor

new bras [it’s not TMI, it is a fact of LIFE, people.]
iced coffee beverages
pockets of wind on my walk to work.
pony tails
restaurants that give your dog a bowl of water when you’re eating out side.
sweet tea
asparagus
love
bare feet
wall calendars
notes
secret codes
books
anti-heroes
alcohol swabs
sun spots
space [♥!]
Baltimore.

Happy Things – August Edition

After a very disturbing dream where I was performing unsuccessful spinal surgery, I decided to focus on the positive. And so:
peaches from the farmers market
poetry [i am not usually a big poetry reader, but Louise Erdrich has been making me happy.]
roommates [I started this list before they went completely crazy and started obsessing over ghost hunting shows.]
thunderstorms
thorough dentistry
words
smiling
Scott Pilgrim
coffee
flowers
long walks
tattoos [I’m ready for my next one.]
wasabi
the letter G. gorgeous, gregarious, gamine, gainly, gallant, grey, great.
oranges
babies
tea
paper stars
Lester
friends
honey
My sister and brother-in-law:
Katie and Vini

What about y’all? I need some good happy things this morning. Load me up!

glargle?

Well, that was a false-start. HA.

I have no idea what I was going to blog about, but apparently when you hit “enter” whilst in the subject field, you post! Good times!

Watching The Naughty Kitchen right now and I freaking LOVE Blythe Beck. I want to be her BFF.

Tonight I get to go and snorfle Little Dude Silas! He is the CUTEST DAMN KID ever. Seriously. I can only hope that, one day, my kid will be half as cute as Silas. He’s getting to the roly-poly peanut stage, with sausage-link arms and the cutest little belly button.

I LOVE THAT KID. I can’t wait for him to get big enough that we can go look for bugs and stuff. We can make sweet forts! I will introduce him to the fine art of snot rockets and armpit farts.

Good times.