Monday, November 10, 2008

A Perfect Day

Don't we all envision a perfect girls' day out now and then? Well, I just had one, and it went something like this:
  • No alarm clock; slept until 7:00.
  • Leisurely coffee, then breakfast.
  • Six-mile walk (continuing training for half-marathon in January). The weather cooperated beautifully!
  • Facial appointments here. Steamed and napped while she had her treatment, and vice versa.
  • Sushi here.
  • A little shopping downtown, mostly window variety.
  • A stop at the brewery for a Hop Trip Ale.
  • Home for dinner, wine and conversation.
I'm not sure it could have been any better. Of course, the company was what made the day. Good friends, good food, good conversation.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Twenty Years

Two decades. 7,305 days. 175,320 hours. I could keep going, but you get the point. Today is our 20th wedding anniversary, and I consider it a pretty big milestone. Has it been all roses? Of course not. But it's been a wonderful journey with a good man, and I wouldn't trade any of it. So, in honor of our special day, I present twenty things I love about my husband (in no particular order):
  1. He always wakes up in a good mood.
  2. He's my biggest cheerleader. Very supportive.
  3. He likes to cook, and frequently does.
  4. He's incredible with animals.
  5. He's not snooty.
  6. He loves farming.
  7. He's openly affectionate with his family.
  8. He makes incredible french toast.
  9. His marinara sauce is amazing.
  10. He likes to garden.
  11. He doesn't shy away from hard work.
  12. He drives when I don't want to, which is often.
  13. He shovels the snow.
  14. He's great at meeting people.
  15. His positive outlook.
  16. He doesn't spend all weekend watching football.
  17. He puts up with my moods.
  18. He spoils me.
  19. He's got a great sense of humor.
  20. He's young at heart.
Happy Anniversary, Honey. I love you.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Bend's "Wild" Life

There we were, preparing Sunday breakfast when we had a visitor not more than 10 feet outside our kitchen door. Sophie went ballistic, so he was all the way to the alley before we were able to snap a shot. I didn't get the chance to ask if he's the one who ate my petunias all summer...