Tag: Love

Three Years Get Me Every Time

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Today, I’m raising a toast to three years of love, growth, smiles, tears, laughs, moves, friends, family, travel, hugs, kisses, Boston, marriage and Mr. GMET.

Three years ago we were saying “I do.” Three years ago we were enjoying a HOT spring day. Three years ago we were eating burgers, fries and chocolate chip cookies.  Three years ago we were toasting our marriage with OKC-style lunchboxes. Three years ago we were dancing the night away.

Thank you to each and everyone of you who has made the past three years so very special. Here’s to many, many, many more with the whole gang.
wedding2PS. photos by the wonderful Bob Perachio.

The Time Being Gets Me Every Time

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Currently…

realizing may showers will bring june flowers?

organizing our home.

celebrating two blissful years of marriage.

wishing our cat 5 special years.

dreaming of spray painting all the things.

yearning for outdoor space.

prepping for a busy, busy June.

balancing work with life.

capturing the special moments.

loving a beautiful mess app.

enjoying live dance. (a birthday gift from the mister)

living for friends. (and loving time spent with them)

seeing things differently. (more on this tomorrow)

documenting daily life.

 

May is always a fabulous month here. Hope yours has been spectacular too, friends.

 

TOYIDERMY DOT COM Gets Me Every Time

It’s Alive.

Toyidermy.com is finally here.

Custom Toyidermy business card holders.

Custom Toyidermy wall plaques.

No need to sign up for Etsy. (though you still should, it’s wonderful, really) Simply pay through PayPal.

Any animal. Any color. Any time.

I’d love it if you stopped by. And please, share the love with tweets, if you so dare.

PS. A huge thank you for all the online & offline support. I’m so excited about this project and I couldn’t do it without everyone’s help!

Family Genes Get Me Every Time

You guys. If you don’t know it yet. I’m going to spill the beans. I love to dance. My mom loves to dance. My grandparents, they loved to dance. And this one here, Mr. Gene Kelly. Well, it runs in the family folks.

And tonight. YES. TONIGHT. I get to see Singin’ In The Rain on the big screen. In a movie theater. For real.

What? You want to come. Then go on. See if it’s playing in a theater near you. Do it. Now. Leave my blog. Yes. I’m saying it.

Put on your dancin’ shoes, America! It’s time to get your tap on.

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Shout out to The Boston Globe for running a piece (above) on Uncle Gene on Sunday.

Boston folks: If you can’t make it to the show tonight, there’s another chance to catch Mr. Kelly larger than life tomorrow (Friday.) An American in Paris will be screening at the Boston Harbor Hotel for their Summer In the City Series (PDF).

Date Night Gets Me Every Time

This weekend the Mr. and I treated ourselves to a date night. While deciding what to do, we realized there was something we’d never done together—miniature golf. (Or “putt-putt” as we called it in the South.) After doing some research we decided to head to Middleton, MA and try our luck at Golf Country. You’ll understand why we chose this particular location momentarily.

After grabbing dinner at a nearby restaurant, we took to the greens. I was green, Mr. GMET was red. And it was game on!

There are two courses (18 holes each) at Golf Country and we chose to play the Millpond course. You can choose to play both at a discounted rate though, so you know.

It’s a lovely course that’s been updated regularly. But we weren’t there for the scenery. It was all about trying to make par.

From this shot, you probably think that we did. But we didn’t make par. We both went over. But considering this was our first game of miniature golf in at least five years, we were pretty proud of our efforts.

I won’t spill who won. Guess in the comments if you wish. I’ll tell you that par was 42. Final score was 50 to 57. Who do you think won? Oh, who cares. Let’s get to the rest of the reasons why we chose Middleton.

Hello Richardson’s. So what if there was a faint smell of manure as we played mini-golf. The golf course (and batting cages and driving range) is next to a real live dairy. A dairy where they make the most delicious ice cream in the most wondrous flavors. I had coffee with jimmies.

The Mr. had mint chocolate chip with jimmies. But those aren’t the only reasons we chose Middleton. (I know it just keeps getting better, right?)

FIREWORKS! I mean, we wanted to celebrate the 4th of July all week. Who doesn’t love independence? Who doesn’t love fireworks? Who doesn’t love ice cream? Yes, it was that good that I’m still talking about it. And I only eat ice cream like once a month, people.

The display put on by the town of Middleton was fantastic. Now, it was no 4th with the Pops on the Charles River. But that’s not what we signed up for. We were there for the mini-golf, the ice cream and a competitive romantic date night that got us out of the city.

J Hill Designs Get Me Every Time

| all product photos via jhill design |

He didn’t see it coming. No. Not the anniversary. Not that I would get him a gift. He never saw it coming that I’d buy something—anything—glorifying Boston sports teams for us. For our home. But I did.

When I laid eyes on these four Boston sports team prints from J Hill Designs, I knew I had to buy them for someone. And when I realized I had a paper anniversary coming up, I knew I had to get them for Mr. Gets Me Every Time. So I did. And right away. Like I had them sitting under my desk at work for a few weeks, right away.

The result? Mr. Gets Me Every Time loves them. And you know what? So do I! I love the colors, the patterns, the overall design sensibility. Who cares if I’m not the biggest fan of all these teams ? It just means I’ll have to get something to balance it out! (I’m good to go with the Red Sox and the Celtics. It’s just that I’m a Steelers & Penguins fan, not a Patriots nor Bruines fan at all. Maybe a Terrible Towel will look nice framed and hanging near these guys?)

If you’re not a Boston sports fan either, J Hill Designs has tons of other great illustrations of “places she’s never been” like these landmark prints. DC, San Francisco, New York… surely there’s a landmark or city for you too. You also can get personalized state prints which would make PERFECT anniversary gifts!

Last one, promise. Let Jennifer (follow her on Twitter too) design your wedding invitation suite. Her prints are gorgeous and come in so many colors. She’s got great things happening like full-service design and design/print options. Just check it out and get inspired.

 

PS. Jennifer will be at the Coolidge Corner Arts Festival this weekend, so if you’re in the Brookline area stop by and say hello!

A First Anniversary Gets Me Every Time

| wedding photos by Bob Perachio |

Alright you guys. Please indulge me while I gush a little here. Today is the day. The Mr. & I’s first anniversary. We’ve had a great year with lots of firsts. But, instead of boring you guys with all that nonsense, I thought I’d share some pics from the big day one year ago.

We were married in the most beautiful church that we’re so lucky to attend, St. Mary of the Assumption, in Brookline, MA. Surrounded by friends and family we said our vows and had a lovely mass complete with readings and songs by said friends.

After the ceremony, everyone headed to Faneuil Hall in downtown Boston. There, we partied the night away at Cheers. Yes. Cheers, where everybody knows your name. We had burgers, fries and onion rings, and we had a blast. Everyone danced the night away. Until dessert anyhow.

Yeah. You are seeing that right. Chocolate chip cookies. We saved the top “tier” of our “cake” and cannot wait to dig in tonight. That is, after anniversary dinner part 2. (Details on part 1 to come soon, promise!)

After the whole shebang, we set sail for Martha’s Vineyard. We loved the relaxing trip and cannot wait to go back again. (Perhaps when it’s a little warmer out there on the island though.)

*PS. Y’all know that the one-year tradition is exchanging paper gifts. I can’t wait to show you guys what I got the Mr. Be sure to check in tomorrow!*

A Tiny Book Gets Me Every Time

I recently found some inspiration craftspiration over at the great blog EnJOY It. Elise is an expert documenter (is that a thing?) and I took some cues from her to make my own “minibook.” Examples of these have also been floating around the Pinterest sphere for a while. So, I won’t go into too many details on putting this together. I’ll just share some photos instead.

In an effort to de-clutter a few shelves, I’ve been cleaning out some small boxes. Recently I opened one that was full of old cards and notes from Mr. Gets Me Every Time. And so, I gathered up all those tickets, notes and cards, some glue & binder rings, and I grabbed a stack of old scrap paper to help put it all together.

Then, it was simply a matter of making all the pages fit together in (a somewhat) sequential order and using the three hole punch to line it up and punch away.

Here’s some shots from the guts of the book. Cards, pictures and I took some time to write notes about certain pieces too.

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Not bad for a couple hours of punching. Much like the wedding card book I made, I did this while catching up on some fantastically bad TV on my DVR. Plus, it was fun to look back through everything I’d saved.

And there you have it. Just one more quick shot–here’s the cover. Some plain kraft card stock doctored up with decorative tape and a few 1/2″ vinyl letters.

Remember when I originally mentioned #crafturday yesterday? Well, there’s even more to come… just wait!

St. Patrick’s Day Gets Me Every Time

| photos courtesy my fb pal’s albums :: thanks tori! |

Now, I usually don’t post most weekends, but today is an exception. Here’s why:

Five years ago today I met Mr. Gets Me Every Time at a St. Patrick’s Day Party. The party took place at this humble-looking home in the Jamaica Plain area of Boston. It was me and him, in the kitchen, with a big old dish of shepherd’s pie.

My friend Patrick and the Mr. where in the same volunteer organization at the time. All the regional volunteers descended on Boston to celebrate the most Irish of celebrations. And, as they say, the rest is history.

Funny story, Mr. Gets Me Every Time put his phone number in my phone incorrectly the first time we met. Thank goodness for friends and roommates.

Enough with the story time. Let’s go have some green beer. Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!