rhythms and interruptions thereof

tonight i spied on rhett and tristen.  they were outside, shooting some hoops.  rhett just finished teaching tristen how to jump rope cause t's looking to increase his speed, his endurance, and his hops.  it's just another wednesday night.  today rhett messaged and wondered what we were doing for dinner, at the same time exact time i messaged rhett and said i'll make turkey, you make potatoes and let's grill the pineapple tonight babe.  we're in a rhythm.  as i write, we've made dinner, cleaned up, chilled, and are about to pop some corn and watch some american idol.  it's what we do on wednesday nights.

rhythm..
the pattern of regular or irregular pulses.

i love regular rhythm's as much as i love irregular rhythms. i like the regular routine, the stability that comes with knowing, in general, what to expect, what we'll do, and most likely how we'll do it.  but i've also realized this week how much disrupting the regular rhythm - the expected, the routine, has lightened my entire outlook, feeling, and bounce of being in the regular rhythm.  our over-nighter out of town last weekend set the tone for the entire week.  i can't be in my house day after day, night after night, weekend after weekend.  i need to leave.  and when i come back, it makes being back so sweet.  while i've settled into a calmer world,  i'm def  not a "weekend warrior" anymore, i still need the excitement of breaking the regular routine.  makes me appreciate the routine.

bass drum mon-fri, snares on sat & sun.
i'm feeling this beat, and i like it.  :)

~ evening of May 2, 2012 ~

-m-

yellow polka dot dilemma

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I'm super obsessed with anything polka dot.   When I see it I swoon. Polka dots are just so sexy, glam, and fem all at the same time.  I ran into these little ruffled yellow polka dotted wedges at Nordy's a week or two or three ago and I've been thinking about them ever since.  They are just precious and I honestly think I could rock them with anything.  The color is muted, the ruffle is dainty, and they're just so damn cute, how could they not go with everything?!  But.  I counted and I currently have 12 pairs of wedges in my closet.  I don't need these.  Honestly I don't need these.  I just can't justify yet another addition to my overflowing piles of shoes... can I?  

But aren't they sooo cute!?

I don't know... should I?

-m-

deep fried bacon banana

holy mother.  tristen and i were wandering the boardwalk in seaside and came across a treat shop that deep fried anything and everything you can think of.  candy bars, oreos, snickers, kool aid, bananas, you name it, they deep fried it.  BUT FIRST, they'd wrap it in bacon for you if you so wished.  i saw the Deep Fried Bacon Banana and had to have it.  in retrospect, i have no idea why. what was it about  deepfriedbaconbanana, on a neon board, that actually seemed appealing? it was sooooo DISGUSTING!!! ewwwwwww.  the memory of it is making me crinkle my face up right now in disgust {no doubt deeping my newly discovered brow frown lines that i am obsessing over after wondering why i look like i'm scowling in all of my smiling pictures from the weekend and realizing that i officially now have a brow frown.  when/why did this have to happen?? }.  EWWWW.  I took one bite, put it down and stared at it for about 5 minutes, and then pulled the bacon out and had a few more semi-disgusting bites.  GROSS.  who thought of making deep fried bacon banana's anyway?  no doubt someone that knew a sucker like me would pay $4.99 for the "experience".  well, experience checked off the list.  

on the other had, tristen had the most wonderfully delicious ice cream either of us have either had: sticky bun pecan.  yummmm.  lucky for me, but not my waistline, t shared with me.

-m-