Accomplished. July 27, 2008

So if you’re into the whole raw fooding thing, I HIGHLY suggest you check out Ani’s Raw Food Kitchen. Lots of great pictures for us visual-learning folks, not to mention a feel-good, easy as 1-2-3 atmosphere about it!

Today I ate mock tuna salad and “fettuccine alfredo,” which is sliced zucchini topped with a blend-mix of seeds and garlic. Oh, and for breakfast I had organic grapenuts with sesame milk. It tasted really delicious, and I have begun to seriously think about working this diet into my daily life.

David’s coming home at 3, he’s gonna eat and then we’re going to go jogging. I really hate jogging, but he promised we’d only do ten sets of two minute jogging periods. I have cleaned out my entire closet, practiced voice, put away my clothes, and I have an hour to kill. Hmmm….

Baby Step. July 27, 2008

So the GHB may actually become a hit, and I am thoroughly excited. A woman who owns an earthly goods store is interested in my tote bags! I talked it over with my mother and she is willing to help me with the financial expenses. I feel really great and inspired. I finally have an opportunity to make a profit and donate to the honeybees!

Yesterday I cleaned my room. Wiped everything down, mopped the floor, and I am even in the process of washing my sheets, comforter, and clothes. I’ve got about 15 days until Cancun, and I want clean sheets by the time I return. I also went to Olive Garden with my family and David; we went to the one in Vernon Hills. Fancy! Then again, it is Vernon Hills. Even their dishes look better than the Olive Garden by my house. You know how you look in the picture and want your food to come out like that, but it usually doesn’t? Well, mine did yesterday! I was happy.

I think (I hope!) I am over all PMS. I really hate that time of the month. Not only do I gain 3 lbs, I’m a bitch to everyone, myself included.

Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day!

Our Scent. July 27, 2008

I have noticed it for such a long, long time, but never really stopped to think about it. It catches my attention in little moments; when I wake up beside you in the morning, when you hold me tight in your arms, when we talk late into the night. It never fails to put a smile on my face.

It’s our fragrance.

No doubt, we each have our own smells. I love burying my nose into your cotton t-shirts – the fresh soap smell overpowers my emotions rather than my senses. And you tell me you love it when you catch a whiff of my perfume, the only one I’ll probably ever like, because it reminds me of doves and roses. These scents somehow meld when we’re together, when we’re embracing. I get thrown off guard and try to piece together what the scent could be. The blanket, your room, the pillows? No. It’s us. I’d do anything to bottle that fragrance. It would be an instant best-seller. Strong, yet sweet. A reminder of lazy days by your side, of swimming through soft sheets at night and the contentedness to simply float on pillows at the break of dawn. Doves and roses and clean t-shirts, love and my hair and your cologne…who knew it’d smell this wonderful?

I smell it on me now. It will be gone when I take a shower, but I’ll come back for it at night. Until then…