This was taken at Loopy Lorna’s Tea House. No, not my house. I’m more a coffee person. Sarge and I were taking a break from wedding cake shopping. Sarge was timing the brew using the stop-watch on his mobile phone. I was highly amused. Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? Do you use technology in interesting ways?…
OK, so. You know where I mentioned that I made a list of things to do before I turned 30, but this blog is not about that list? I’m 31 now. And it still isn’t. However. I’ve been thinking about my life. And where it’s going. How 31 isn’t exactly what I thought it would be when I was 21. Or maybe even 25. Except for the part where I have indeed met a wonderful man who is weird in…
I like music. I love music. I greatly esteem music. The first site I crank up on any given morning is last.fm. (Spotify has too many ads.) Even before facebook. Or real-life coffee. That’s big. While my musical taste is kind of eclectic, my first music-love is country. I love it down to the ground. Or the red dirt road. I know it isn’t cool to admit to liking country. At least for me, growing halfway up on Long Island,…
As I write this, there are 290 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes to go until Sarge and I stick a hyphen between our last names. Because this is an equal relationship. We have been ‘trying to save money for the wedding’ since we got engaged. Having said that, Sarge recently admitted he’d been carrying around Frodo Bob Ring-Box since before we went to New York, so maybe he’s been saving longer than that. Without taking a screen-shot of the…
‘We look like a couple of nerdy backpackers.’ ‘That’s because we are.’ On Monday, Sarge and I went to Newcastle (ish) to visit a friend of mine from University (the first one). She was the friend from this post and featured in the beginning of this one. Through no fault of our own we’d seen each other all of twice in five years. Before Monday, Em hadn’t met Sarge, and we are going on three. Because I don’t have a…
