I woke up smiling on Thanksgiving morning and made Padre’s favorite pie

and wore my favorite vintage tweed coat, paying no attention to the sunshine.

I loved my perfect Husband and I shook my head while he fried little bits of whatever he could find in his parent’s pantry

and Madre cooked up all sorts of things while I tried to help

and I wandered around outside

and tried to figure out this fancy new camera

and Corona chased lizards and Stella ate mulch

and Husband danced with Chino under a clear blue sky

and I swayed about in my favorite boots and we ate outside with our closest friends and family and the pups layed in the sun and the babies were restless and then we curled up around a fire and I drifted in and out, listening to my Husband’s voice.

There’s nothing I’m not thankful for.

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I’m officially on my way to becoming a graceful ballerina. Julie egged me on, and since I can take any classes I want for free…AND get to wear a tutu on stage…I decided that being a ballerina was definitely in the stars for me.

So Julie gave me some pretty pink tights and Mindy gave me some pretty black leotards and shrieked and squealed when I came stumbling out of the bathroom in full ballerina regalia.

Needless to say, I made Mindy proud and will be showing off my agility and grace in the recital…with a 12 year old and two 14 year olds. I’ll blend right in. I got a huge round of high fives when they found out I was taking class with them and all the Company girls giggled at me through the window. I even learned a ballerina workout.  I think I made everyone proud.

And Julie and I brainstormed a recital/opening number theme, which I will also be dancing in, and JUST WAIT until you see the lacy/corset/spanish/black/red/ballerina madness that is my costume.

Text message announcement with dearly beloved:

Jamie: IM A BALLERINA!

Alex: oh god

I even wore my ballet outfit home just so he could see it. He swooned.

And my camera came back…and finally works. So Husband and I had a photo shoot.

Alex won’t let me take any pictures of him until I’ve read the entire manual.

I think I can trick him, though.

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Here is a decently long list of things, in no particular order, that tickle my fancy…just in case you were planning on stopping by.

Love, Jamie

This Alice in Wonderland Cabinet…and nearly everything else on the site

this kitschy little First Aid Box

this brown cupcake bowl thing

this mermaid wall-mount bottle opener

This chandelier (and light kit)

this fireplace

This cardboard deer head

this flower light chain

these plastic flamingos

this whale doormat

or this doormat

this perfect garden gnome

moss bunny

this glorious calendar

this glass head to hold all of my feather masquerade masks

this because it’s funny

this circus letter

SEA MONKEYS

this awesome tea contraption

a set of these to add to to the mix-matched chaos of our kitchen cabinets

these sweet cups

this globe

this umbrella

these peacock feather earrings to replace the ones I lost a year ago

this snow globe

this necklace

this gorgeous bikini

…and these rain boots

I haven’t made a Christmas List since I was little…and consequently  forgot how much fun it was to pick out things that make your heart sing.

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…I drunk myself down

Found people to love, left people to drown

I’m not scared to jump, I’m not scared to fall

If there was nowhere to land I wouldn’t be scared at all

We passed by some gypsies on the way to our little corner of heaven last weekend and Alex refused to drop me off.

So when everyone left us to ourselves to seek quiet chaos in St. Augustine we made up games and sweet drinks flowed and when the wind threatened to carry us away, we turned our faces to the sky and spoke of our own mortality and the rest of our lives, intertwined together.

We played with fire and we played in the water and we played under a perfect sky and the sun shone down on us while we drank and danced and laughed and sang and Alex fell off the sea wall and then we played under the moon and danced for the stars, cloaked in the heavy smoke that darkened the night and I curled up in our tent on our deflating air mattress and dreamed sweet dreams, laced with iguanas and balloons and waves. And we celebrated Cori’s birthday and we sang to her and surprised her and we watched Matt’s eyes as he fell more and more in love with her.

And when we came home I did some things to our house that made me happy.

I hung up the giant clothespin Grandpa saved for me on his kitchen counter and I got our little coat rack up and running.

And instead of buying wallpaper, I painted the half wall in our upstairs hallway dark purple and covered it in golden leaves and branches and brambles and flowers. And there I will hang all of my paper projects and creations and things that I do for people.

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I can’t get over how incredible my Husband is and how pristine the happiness is we’ve forged between these walls. Why waste time being anything less than love-struck and mind-numbingly happy when each little second counts? Why fight and hold grudges and  let the moments slip by, lost and irretrievable, when you aren’t guaranteed tomorrow?

When someone loves you so unconditionally, so completely that you are the fiber of their being and the center of their soul all that matters is forgiveness and appreciation and for that I am thankful.

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A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map

And knew that somehow I could find my way back

Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too

So I stayed in the darkness with you

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Going camping on Flagler Beach for a a few days…maybe we’ll terrorize St. Augustine while we’re at it.

Surfing…camp fires…tents…appletinis…sand castles…48 hours straight.

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From Alex, To Jamie, with Love 11/11/09

Inside this leaking submarine
The hull is closing in
The water is above my ankles
Now that I still can’t get you off of my mind
I don’t think that we can pull this one off
We shall see, time will tell
What is time and why does it
Taste like salt water inside of my mouth?
Someday I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away.
I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away…
If the line snaps,
There’s no air,
Will you hold me?
If I’m asleep,
Will you wake me?
If this rises,
We hit the waves,
Will you dive back down?

-Pinback, Boo

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There’s a drumming noise inside my head
that starts when you’re around

I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an almighty sound

There’s a drumming noise inside my head
That throws me to the ground
I swear that you should hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound

Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell

I ran to a tower where the church bells chime
I hoped that they would clear my mind
They left a ringing, in my ear
But that drum’s beating loud and clear

As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder

I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn’t wash the echoes out
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn’t wash the echoes out

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there’s nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
But the sound has just begun

Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell

-Florence & the Machine

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In the heart of the night

She smiles like Mardi-Gras

Spinning in a dizzy haze

Her circus head giggles

It’s a friendly disease

Catching colours from the air

She’s a carnival

Mosaic eye, gypsy eye

Glowing as it dazzles

She’s a portrait of a poison

For you to quench your thirst

a portrait of a poison…

-Siouxie and the Banshees

Husband unleashed Michi and I on the County Fair where we laughed and shouted and kicked and spun around in an electric haze, mercilessly and with no regard to anyone else there, with our lips stained red from daiquiris and a bag of tricks hanging from my arm. Husband left us to our vices and when the sun disappeared, he came and rescued us from the night and whisked us away, giggling and blissful.

You want to watch this

And this…but it’s sideways

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