the sounds of september

well, thank goodness i got caught up on suits recently, so i'd have some songs to put on the playlist! i don't do much listening to the radio, so it's movies, tv shows, and random pandora stations that help me find my tunes.

but, can we talk about the fact that it's september??!! what tha?! june came and flew, july came and flew, and august zoooomed on by, and here we are - football (oh, joy), cooler, shorter days, leaves falling, and pumpkins everywhere. i sometimes wish i lived somewhere with an eternal summer. but, mr man couldn't be happier. football widows unite.

ok, what are you listenin' to? any movies i need to see that have amazing soundtracks? do tell - i wanna be like the cool kids!

september sing along

and, just like that...it's september! the return of football, pumpkin everything, crisp days, falling leaves, the change of seasons. here in the good ol' pac nw, september is really part of our summer. we don't usually experience the amazement that has been this summer - with june all wonderful and nice. so, i'm not ready just yet for knee high boots and fluffy coats. i'm still good with my sandals and tube tops.

on to the music. still using other people's blogs and tv shows as my main source of music knowledge. sometimes baby sister sends me a pic of her shazam. as always, what are you listenin' to? anything noteworthy. i was gonna put katy perry's roar on here, if i hadn't heard it 4 times on the car radio in less than an hour yesterday!

21 days of gratitude - day 2 - that man o' mine

day dos - i'm thankful for mr man

since it's mr man's birfday, is it not perfectly fitting that i be grateful for him today? why, yes, i think it is!

now, if you know mr man, you know he is the kindest, most open-minded, happiest man you might ever encounter. and, boy, does he love his football. it might border on obsession. he maybe might love it more than me. harumph. i try not to get a complex.

on this, his b-day, we're headed to the city of angels to - guess what? - watch football. back-to-back games, might i add. you're shinin' up my wife o' the year plaque, aren't you?! i know - i'm a saint.

wait, that is so not true. if you had any idea what dude has to put up with from me, you'd be thinking 'serves the chick right she has'ta feign interest in game after game'. seriously. i can whip out the crazy.

in celebration, here are 36 things about mr man i'm grateful for:

• his patience
• his giant heart
• his loyalty
• his silly jokes
• how much he loves me
• his friendship
• his hand in mine
• he's my biggest fan
• his support
• he'd do anything for me
• his compassion
• he makes me feel good about myself
• he takes care of me
• he loves me just the way i am
• he always kisses me goodnight...and goodbye...and hello)
• his passion
• his laugh
• he listens when i talk
• he likes my cookin'
• his blue/grey/green eyes
• his big bear hugs
• he lets me steal the covers
• he indulges my crazy
• his trip planning skills
• he asked me to be his wife
• he keeps me warm when it's cold outside
• he takes me to church
• his witty conversation
• he rubs my feet...if i say please
• he can fix anything
• his good-nature
• his kindness to my family
• he's way cute, maybe even a hottie
• he doesn't care about 'the joneses'
• hearing 'how was your day' every evening
• he lets me put my cold feet on him

and, the list goes on and on and on. i love that man with every ounce of my being, and i pray each and every one of you feels love like this at least once in your life.

happy birthday, loverboy. i'm excited to see what the next 36 years have in store for us. i love you more than one tiny blog post could ever portray. thank you for showing me what unconditional love is.

workin' on the workshop

i've decided it's time rosita had a proper workshop. no more desk slash dining table and little square of space in the basement slash dungeon. i'm takin' over mr man's office, which really shoulda been done when rosita set up shop in the casita, but, have we met??? don't worry, i might save a little space for mr man.

mr man says once he's overcome his end-of-football depression, he's all mine (y'all, can i get a halle-friggin-lujah for the end of football??) and, i guarantee i'll be puttin' him to work. he's handy, that guy. thank goodness, cause the workshop needs work. don't believe me? see for yourself:

doth my eyes deceive me? or is there truly only one item hanging on these walls? seriously? when i make art for a living? that giant eyesore of a tv prolly hasn't been turned on in oh, like 3 years. why...is...it...still...there?? what the heck's that metal cabinet, you ask? i really shoulda taken a pic of it open. y'all...it's full of cds. like, so many we could open our own cd warehouse, full. y'all, we're a little old school, and are havin' a hard time partin' ways. can we get a moment of silence?

and, then the piles. piles on the desks. piles on the floor. piles under the futon. piles on the cabinet. piles in the closet. ewwww, i'm getting itchy thinkin' about all those piles.

holy hannah, this project can't start soon enough! so, let's talk about what i wanna do with the room. if you can't tell, the room ain't so big, so we're gonna hafta git creative. i reeeeally want floor to ceiling shelving, and a nice high, double-sided work table in the middle of the room for mr man and i to share. that means the futee's gotta go, which i'm stressin' over.

before i break out in hives, let's check out some purdy pictures of ideas brewin' in my cabeza (head, for you gringas).

all images from my pinterest boards

all images from my pinterest boards

great, now that i've looked at all these amazing inspiration pics, i'm stressed out about how cool my room needs to be. i gotta get outta the box, peeps. do tell, have you done any makeovers lately? got any ideas for this little undertaking?!

i'll keep you posted every step of the way. next up, i'm thinking about changing the paint color!

Husband of the Year

Today's Mr Man's birthday, so I thought I'd wish him happy thoughts here. This will be the 14th time we've celebrated this momentous occasion, and I have to say, he's had some pretty stellar celebrations.

Since his birthday is so close to Halloween, we sometimes have a costume party (are you noticing a theme here?)

Then, for his 30th birthday, I "surprised" him with a trip to see his favorite college team - Notre Dame - play. That trip has created a tradition, and though it isn't always on his birthday, this year, it happens to be.

So, in a few days, we're off to Tallahassee and Auburn, where they eat, sleep and breathe football. Mr Man will celebrate for a week (or longer) with stadium tours, halls of fame, and all the BBQ he can eat. 

But, no complaining here - it's his birthday, remember? And, Lord knows, he's put up with my silly requests all these years. And, he always works in somewhere for me to lay in the sunshine (like Hilton Head, down below); I've seen parts of the country I never would have; and sometimes we meet new friends, or re-connect with old friends.

We've had a running joke lately that I should win 'Wife of the Year' (I might be the only one who thinks that), because I attend all these football games. In the rain. Next to drunkards. Watching teams I have NO idea about.

But, truly, if you knew all the things Mr Man does for me, and puts up with (I'll save you the details. Ahem.), you'd see he is definitely deserved of 'Husband of the Year'.

Happy Birthday, Mr Man. I love you to the moon and back.