valentines photo shoot

once upon a time, an adorable friend of mine named Raquel asked me to snap a few photos of her and her hub for their first valentines together...even though i dont quite know what i'm doing. but i think they turned out ADORBZ...don't you? (it didn't hurt that they are literally the most beaaauuuttiifullll couple ever)
:)

 

antidote for a heart

Of all the advanced medicine, technology and inventions out there… you think by now, after thousands and thousands of years advancing mankind, someone would be able to put a bandaid on one's so called ‘heart’. You know the type of ‘heart’ I’m speaking of...the one that falls into your stomach when you see him with another girl..the one that breaks into pieces when you lose someone you love to death..the heart that tells your head to do very irrational things all in the name of a four-letter word called ‘love’.

I mean think about it:

-We have drugs to tell our brain to tell our body to stop sending pain signals back to our brain…so the pain in our body magically stops.

-We can see/hear/speak to/communicate with someone on the other side of the world, (now our time but tomorrow their time, mind you) through wires and invisible ‘connections’ that float through the air and space

-We can go LEAVE OUR OWN PLANET for crying out loud.

 But no one has invented something to make your head tell your so called ‘heart’ that its no big deal, you aren’t hurting, don’t dwell on the past, you are fine? Nothing to help erase that aching hollow pain that human emotion sometimes gives you? There really is still no drug that can fix your metaphorical ‘heart’ when its broken?!

And why the heck do we call it a ‘heart’ in the first place!? Last time I did major surgery on someone, the heart was that red, gooey, lobsided muscle magically pumping blood to the rest of the body (or that’s what it looked like on grey’s anatomy). It was the thing affected every function in your entire body, your entire mortal existence. It was the life giver. It was a life taker. Without it, your lungs wouldn’t be able to breathe life in and out of you because no blood is reaching the lungs…There goes your oxygen. Your brain function would cease with bloodflow as well...there goes your personality. No blood would reach the tissues and organs and you would shrivel into nothing-...there goes YOU. Its everything…without it, life doesn’t exist. You do not know life without a heart.

But then again, maybe that’s why they call your ‘heart’ your heart.

In moments of pure heartache, I have felt myself clutching at my chest trying to get air inside of my body. In moments of really awful heartache, it is often I completely become someone else..someone who can’t see the good, is so clouded with pain that I can’t look towards the future, even a little bit. In moments of heartache, I am not me anymore, but some wallowing idiot who only knows how to pump tears out of my face.

That’s not me…not who I really am. But it is what my ‘heart’ has turned me into before. Its not good….not healthy one bit. And I have felt one too many of those ‘broken-hearted’ symptoms this past year.

So, to the person who has the antidote to fix this piece of crap…I’m begging you to let me be the first to test it.

old love

you know there are 2 things i love most in this world...
1.love
2.old people

...enjoy  =)






found this video from this cute girls blog. (go there, theres some way good stuff. creepy i dont know her? whatever.)

his and mine

what is my most fav pin i've pinned on my pinterest you ask?

Thank you, dear Emily Bronte.

(...and this is to you, future L.O.M.L.)

guess what?

guess what i just realized folks?
yes, JUST BARELY it hit me....

i'd like the L.O.M.L (aka my future husband) to:

• not blame everything on me.
• never, ever degrade me or make me feel worthless
• appreciate the good qualities i have
• take responsibility for his own actions
• never yell or swear at me...or at any lady for that matter!
• look over my flaws and shortcomings and still take me as a package deal
• not fight with me all the time & say hurtful things on purpose
• not be prideful
• not get fed up with me every other second because i'm not perfect.
• be kind in every word, thought, deed
• have a heart full of patience. i need my time.
• be on my team-always. he needs to wear my color jersey and not switch whenever he feels like it.
• let me know he likes me.

but above all, just

be nice to me

is that too much to ask?

The Little Big Book of Love

New for my bookshelf as of today...

 'The Little Big Book of Love'
...which i HIGHLY recommend for the  hopeless romantic pathetic person.. or anyone who just loves wonderfulness. i've been wanting it for ages since i saw it on a blog i stalk. its full exerpts from favs like: Pride and Prejudice, famous sonnets from William Shakespeare (win), and my most favoritest Jane Eyre (I'm naming my daughter after her fyi)

Its also full of of love letters from couples like John and Abigail adams, Winston and Clemintine Churchill, Napoleon and Josephine and much more.

Men back then were so.. classy.

Anyone who knows me just knows that i eat this crap up!!!

 Seriously, go buy it ladies.

(christy, i recommend this for YOU to read while crippled from your surgery. bless you.)

The Livvy-Cole Diaries: Speical Episode

yes. my sweet little olivia is ENGAGED.

go ahead and watch this video as much as you like. i witnessed a REAL proposal. my best friends! i was even involved!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT THAT CHEESER!

he shook so much he almost put it on her pinky!!!

i love them and cannot wait for their wedding in may.

livvy is going to be the most wonderful wife and mother. and her house is going to be decorated SOOOO cute! so, another one bites the dust. and i couldnt be happier! they are so happy together.

quote of the day

"he called me today just to talk.

kill me as soon as possible so i can die thinking we'll end up together!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

 

 

 

goodnight precious

throughout all my years of being a nurse's aide, i've had one very special couple that is close to my heart. i'm sure you remember the story i wrote about them for english (yes, i won the literary contest last semester with that entry) and i bet you remember the darling little 'goodnights' they had.

well, the sweet husband passed away. it wrenches my heart a little, since he was the one who took care of his dear wife all those years. never had a single health problem in his life. i think she'll go quite soon. honestly, i hope she does so she can be with him again.

oh nie.

anyone who knows me, knows i'm obsessed with Stephanie Nielson and her wonderful family.

(if you haven't read her story.. you need to.)

she is such an inspiring woman.. and this special post

just made my heart burst at the seams.

can't wait to have this love with my husband.
and guess what? i know its gonna happen sooner or later.


(ps. i vow to vandalize a 'falling rocks' sign before i die)

the end.

jackie & georgie

so finally the wedding post. my oldest sister jackie got MAAAAARRRRRRIIIEEEEDD.
to the greatest guy ever ever ever. his name is george. also known as georgie or horhay.

Jackie= a home ec teacher in the ghetto. greatest cook ever. such a good girl. BIGGEST tattle tale on the face of the planet. prettiest nerd i know. such an example to me. gonna be the best wife.

George= funniest laugh. woulda been in the fbi but he was too freaking happy. (bless him) always positive and giggly. such a good guy. good heart. PATIENT. treats my sister so good... couldnt ask for a nicer guy. gonna be the best husband

and guess what? they are gonna have funny kids. and guess what again? they are perfect for eachother because jack finally found someone who takes MORE pictures than her. goooo figure.
can't wait for them to visit and play Ticket to Hell with us.

P.S... im glad i have an example from my dad and georgie as to how guys should treat girls =)


Welcome to the family Georgie!

excited

Hey guys,

can i tell you how excited i am for things to come?

first off..

this couple is getting hitched: (aka my wonderful sister and georgiepoo)

second of all...i'm going to hawaii to be a nanny.

third of all...someday i'm gonna meet the greatest guy and have a great family.

can't wait for whats ahead of me.

yay/nay/wait/aww/ugh

i keep getting wedding announcements from some of my best friends.
which is a definite yay/nay/wait/aww/ugh moment for me.

but seriously. this is how i feel.

my order is in, folks.
thats all.
bye

Lets hear it for LOVE

13 days till my best friends wedding!

i dont wanna talk about it, i'll cry.

but look how cute she is!

(cayl isnt bad either i guess.. ;) )

i love them and how in love they are.

:)

Click here to stalk Mary, their cute photographer!

love.

We love love here at the Booth house.
How great is my mom for doing this before valentines dinner? Pretty great.

It's cause she loves us or something. And she loves to give.
And yes, we did get our socks.

(..and mine are the cutest.)

"love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only what you are expecting to give - which is everything. what you will receive in return varies. but it really has no connection with what you give. you give because you love and cannot help giving." -katherine hepburn

Gigi

So maybe i'm a little bit crazy...(okay alot crazy).

and maybe (definitely) i'm terrible at dating

and maybe i cry too much over worthless relationships.
and yes, i wear my heart on my sleeve.
BUT. at least i try.

In the famous words of Gigi...:


Gigi: I would rather be like that, then be like you.
Alex: Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?
Gigi: I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid stuff but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.

haha. ha.

k+r=nunes of the week

this is my favorite couple..they tied the knot just yeseterday :)

my perfect roomie kels and her wonderful husband ryan.

i love them both so dearly.

they are so cute and wonderful

and not to mention they are gonna have BEAUTIFUL kids.

so, heres a romantic song because..

i love their love. thats all.

'but i always need you!'

so..
one morning when bev awoke (you know.. only my favorite 93 year old in the whole world) .. i was helping her to the bedside commode, and ron was already waiting for her to wake up. she saw him across the hall and waved like a little school girl, (mid-pee, mind you.) 5 minutes later, ron came hobbling into her room, out of breath with his squeaky walker. bevs face lit up like a kid in a candy store. she was smiling so big that her wrinkles had wrinkles, and i couldn't help but smile. imagine this conversation, in the thickest tennessee accent possible.

ron: Good morning precious!
bev: Good morning dear!!
ron: How did you sleep?
bev: Just fine thanks.
ron: Good to hear. Do you have time for a kiss?
bev: What? (bev lost her hearing aide. We are still looking for it.)
ron: DO. YOU. HAVE. TIME. FOR. A. KISS.?
bev: (checks watch)
ron: (hobbles over and gives her three kisses, like always.)
bev: Thank you dear!
ron: You're welcome precious. Would you like to have breakfast with me?
bev: What?
ron: WOULD. YOU. LIKE. TO. HAVE. BREAKFAST. WITH. ME.?
bev: OH!! of course. but i think i'll go back to bed first.
ron: Of course you would dear. (Giggles and looks at me. he hobbles out, turns around at the doorway, and blows a kiss to her.) Call me if you need me dear!
bev: (catches kiss and smiles at him) ...But i always need you.

tears welled up in my eyes. seriously. ron in the doorway in his robe that showed his skinny old legs, and bev on the bedside commode in her long pink nightie. both of them had morning breath and couldnt hear a single word the other was saying. but they smiled like it didn't matter. and there i was, sitting next to bev on the chase lounge, crying my eyes out while i wiped the tears away trying not to upset bev. i love them. i love how in love they are. i love that they look at eachother like they are 20 years old. i love how when bev wanders into his room at night because of the alzheimers, she wakes him up and he doesnt mind. in fact, she leans over him and says, 'Ron? Ron!? did you call my name? Are you okay?' He wakes up from a deep sleep and instead of being startled or angry, he smiles so wide and reaches up to kiss her on the lips. 'No precious, but i wish i had! I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?'.

i always listen to their converstaion on the baby monitor when he tucks her in.. but sometimes ron falls asleep so i get to tuck bev in myself. i give her a sip of water, (because if i don't, she'll wake up in the middle of the night and say, 'nurse! nurse! my mouth is as dry as a stick!'), put chapstick on her lips, fold her sheet halfway over her comforter and ask if shes comfortable. everynight she grabs my hand and everynight she says the same thing. 'Oh yes I'm comfortable. Thank you for all you do. You spoil me, there will be no livin' with me soon! Thank you. Have a good night sleep!' I always try and think of the different ways i can say 'youre welcome', because she thanks me so much.
Shes the greatest lady ever. she cant stand the feel of carpet on her feet so she always has to wear her pink slippers. hahahahh and when i put lotion on her, she always says, 'purrrr purrrr!' like a cat, and we both end up laughing so hard that neither of us can breathe.

I'm convinced that i have the best job in the world. sure a few diapers here and there, but it doesnt gross me out at all. i'm gonna miss my job.

ohhh love.

i love jane eyre. thank you mother, for making me read it.


"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly." Mr. Rochester

goodnight precious!

so.. every night my patients husband tucks her into bed. and every night, they have the same conversation.

Ron: Are you comfortable dear?
Bev: Oh yes, thank you dear.
(three kisses)
Ron: Sleep sweetly precious.
Bev: You are my life.
Ron: And you are my life, dear.
Bev: I'll see you in dreamland tonight!
Ron: Okay honey. I sure do love you.
Bev: And i love you. Goodnight precious.

makes me wanna cry. i love them.