Meet my family

Week 3 of the 52 week blogging challenge.


This is Dave. My husband. (We aren’t actually getting married until October, but we have started calling each other husband and wife, because what’s changing really?) He’s a smartie and a hottie. We have a ridiculous amount of fun together. I love him like whoa.


This is Freya. My (step) daughter. She’s 10. She’s smart, funny, artistic, and gorgeous. Major cat enthusiast this one is. We have that in common. I love her like she’s my own, because that’s how I roll.


This is my son Jackson. He’s 7. He’s smart, funny, sensitive, and a bit of a spaz, as most little boys are. He never stops moving until he passes out at the end of each day. He’s super into Minecraft, dinosaurs, space, and D&D. He’s the best hugger/cuddler I’ve ever known. This is him on Christmas with the gun D picked out for him. Or as Jackson called it: the best present ever. He makes me understand the concept of what it feels like to have your heart walk around outside your body.


This is my fur baby Violet. She’s like ten years old. She’s a grumpy chubster and I adore her. She only loves me. She’s scared of D. She kind of tolerates the kids. She’s hissing at them less and less nowadays.



My favorite things 

Week 2 of the 52 week blog challenge.

  • Dave Matthews Band: The Central Park Concert.
  • Cats.
  • My engagement ring.
  • Books/reading.
  • Wine.
  • French macarons.
  • Colorful/patterned tights and/or leggings.
  • Hats.
  • Dresses.
  • An icy Diet Pepsi first thing in the morning.
  • Sleeping in.
  • Bubble baths.
  • Chai.
  • The way D smells.

A few of my favorite things. ❤️

Meet my best friend 

This is David. Aka: Dave, D, ginger bear, gingy, Rieks, and babe. I’ve talked to him every day since December 31, 2011, and I plan to talk to him every day for the rest of my life. He’s incredibly smart, which is what drew me in initially. He’s funny; he has the dark, sarcastic sense of humor I so enjoy. He’s also the king of (bad) puns. We never run out of things to talk about. In fact, we often start movies or shows and have to stop them because we’re too caught up in each other. We have a ridiculous amount of fun together. He’s incredibly sexy, and I’ve never been with anyone with whom I’m more sexualy compatible. He’s an amazing partner, father, and provider. The face he shows the world is usually serious, dry, sarcastic, and a little condescending, but once you break that shell you’re rewarded with sensitivity, compassion, and kindness. He’d do anything for the people he loves, and I’m honored to be among the chosen few. He smells incredible, has great personal style, and knows how to have a good time. I’m fucking crazy about him and I’m incredibly thankful to have him as a best friend and life partner. He makes me a better person.