some whimsy for your Wednesday 🙂
some whimsy for your Wednesday 🙂
—if you try to call us on Sunday nights after 8 p.m. we’re screening your calls until after Downton Abbey is over.
on our anniversary last month, Mike & I both held our finger over the “purchase” button on our computer & booked tickets to Ireland. since my husband is a Malone & the Malone’s hail from Ireland, we had decided awhile ago that our next big trip would be to the land of Guinness & leprechauns.
considering we had a little more than a month to plan, i think we ended up covering a lot of ground in the 8 days we were there. and oh! that country.
rugged. lush. hauntingly beautiful. and the Irish people? they are absolutely delightful. coming from Minnesota, i can tell you with truth that “minnesota nice” is a very real thing. and they Irish? they have it in spades. they are quick to laugh, fiercely loyal to their roots, & will give you not just directions when you ask for them, but tell you they’re life story, ask your life story, and send you off with a smile & a pint.
also. when people heard our accents, they asked where we were from. when we said Minnesota, almost without fail, they would say, “aye, Bob Dylan’s home state!” so clearly they also have stellar taste in music.
every Tuesday, there’s a little farmer’s market downtown in my little city.
every Tuesday, i head out of my office and walk the block & a half to the courtyard where it’s held.
every Tuesday, hand the same man $3 for a little bouquet.
Guess what today is? If you guessed National Cheesecake Day, you’re right. But it’s ALSO National Paperback Day! I just love me a good book. And even though most of my reading these days takes place on my Kindle, there’s nothing like the smell of an old book, turning each page you finish, and the satisfaction of shutting it once you’ve read that final paragraph. When you have an actual book, you don’t have to worry about begrudgingly turning off your Kindle and opening the Skymall magazine when the flight attendant asks you for the third time to PLEASE TURN OFF ALL ELECTRONICS. You don’t have to worry about the battery running down right in the middle of a steamy scene in 50 Shades of Grey. And you don’t have to worry about your nightly glass of water sitting too close to your book for fear of spilling it at 2 a.m. and losing your entire electronic library.
I’ve always been a big reader. The first chapter books I remember reading were the Boxcar Children. Shortly after that came Nancy Drew. I was always jealous of Nancy’s Titian hair and ninja mystery solving skills. And then a brief obsession with The Babysitter’s Club. In fact, I loved reading so much that I originally went to college to major in English Literature. I kept with it for about a year, but I decided to change when reading became a chore for me instead of an escape.
But far and away my favorite books have always been the Anne of Green Gables series. Oh Anne with an E. There is no character, literary or otherwise, that I have ever felt so connected with. To use Anne’s own words, she and I are completely kindred spirits. Oh the scrapes she gets into! (Oh the scrapes I get into!) Oh the drama she evokes! (My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes!) Oh the imagination she has! I’m not exaggerating when I say that 4 nights a week I read a couple pages of one of the books from the Anne series. In fact, I read them so much that my Anne of Avonlea met with an unfortunate accident:
The binding broke and my poor book split right down the middle. I know it’s just a cheap paperback and it’s easy enough to replace, but I’ve had it so many years I hate to part with it. And then it wouldn’t match with the other 7 books in the series I have! So duct tape will have to do.
When you think about it, isn’t that one of the best problems to have? Loving a book so much that you’ve worn it out? I think yes.
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
~Charles William Eliot
thank you for still loving me despite the fact that i don’t cook. on that same note, thank you for making me crepes the other night when they were the only thing on my mind.
thank you for letting me put my cold prickly legs on you when we’re laying in bed.
thank you for emailing me silly photobooth pics of yourself to make me smile during a long work day.
thank you for reminding me to pray when i’m on the edge of insanity.
thank you for telling me i’m pretty when i haven’t washed my hair that day.
thank you for choosing me.
Last night was my favorite holiday 2012 memory so far.
After work we stopped at the grocery store, and then got to work in the kitchen making nutella and strawberry crepes. Harlow made sure to keep an eye on Mike as he flipped the crepes, just in case a morsel happened to make it’s way onto the floor.After dinner we turned on my all time favorite Christmas movie, Christmas in Connecticut, and finally got around to decorating the house. We spent most of the time trying not to trip over Harlow’s feet- homegirl didn’t want to miss a thing!
And then Mike made the ultimate gesture and did the dinner dishes. What a mighty fine man.
sometimes, after a long day of work, the best option for us Malone’s is to shut down our computers, stroll out of our offices, and walk to the nearest Irish pub.
order a beer…
eat some peanuts…
and enjoy the each other’s company.
on an unrelated note, while my mom and i were texting today, i told her i loved her and she responded back with “love u2.” i love my mom and her abbreviated texting habits 😉
I just love weekends. I’m gonna go so far as to say that I love weekends more than the average person. Especially when those weekends include wild rice burgers at our favorite pub, sunshiney morning walks with the dog, and college hockey games. Thankfully life seemed fairly normal this week, with the daily grind at work and the usual chaos, but by Friday some sort of ish settled in my head and I was ready to lay low for a couple days. Friday night we went out to dinner with a friend I finally got to indulge in the wild rice burger I had been hankering for for about a week. Seriously, it is the most fabulous burger of all time. Saturday we took Harlow on a leisurely (and by leisurely I mean Mike and I yelling at Harlow to STOP PULLING SO HARD on her leash and just walk beside us like a normal dog!) walk to a local coffee shop. That night we went on a double date with our friends to a college hockey game, and I’m pretty sure we’re good luck charms because they totally kicked hiney. And Sunday I tried to sleep this cold off. You guys, I didn’t put pants on the entire day. I just wandered around in an oversized T-shirt and did nothing useful. Except some dishes. So yeah, weekend=success. We Malones are pretty amazing at weekending. I may have made that word up. Don’t worry about it.