Scratching My Head

What makes you feel loved?

Feeling loved is the best feeling in the world. Isn't it?

What makes ME feel loved? After all, this blog is all about me!

When he scratches my head.

Isn't that stupid? But I LOVE it. LOL!!

We're snuggled up on the couch, watching the food channel or American Idol.

We're not snuggled but rather squeeeeeeeezed on the couch. No matter--he's scratching my head!

It feels good. So good. It feels comfortable. So comfortable.

It feels right. So right.

Scratching my head.

It makes me feel loved.

It makes me feel loved by him.

It feels so damn good.

All of it.

Sunday Snuggles

This weekend I did NOTHING. I slept in late and enjoyed my thick, soft, comforting blankets wrapped around my body on a warm, Sunday morning!

I had nothing to do. NOT A DARN THING! Not only did I have those warm blankets wrapped around me but I also had the warmth of Mikes body. That to me, is THE MOST WONDERFUL way to wake up on a Sunday morning. He was sleeping and softly snoring. I love his soft snores. They comfort me.

So. I woke up and drove to Dunkin Donuts. I ordered a hot cup of coffee with skimmed milk. I came home, plopped on my couch and tuned into t.v.

He woke up. He laid on the couch and I squeezed, cuddled and snored with him for another few hours.

I had to go to the Drugstore to get sinus spray, tablets and Tylenol to treat my allergies. He offered to go but I was restless.

Once I got back home I snuggled again and then gained enough strength to make some semi-ok stuffed green peppers.

After chowing down I snuggled again. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Mike had to catch the train to his apartment in the city. I drove him and said my good-byes.

I hate goodbyes.

They don't feel right.

They aren't right.

Especially after a day of Sunday Snuggles.

Color My World

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I've been UNmotivated when it comes to writing.

I have to be motivated. And, as I have said, I have been very, very UNmotivated.

I have been consumed with work. I wake up to work. I work during the day and think about work when I go to sleep at night. Work, work, work. It doesn't motivate me but it does sometimes consume me. Ever feel that way?

So. Let's go back in time a little bit. I'll fill you out as to where I have been and what I've been up to.

Easter was great.

Mike and I went to my mom's house on Easter Saturday to help her prepare for Easter Sunday. The only problem was that she was already prepared. OVERLY-FIRKIN-PREPARED! There wasn't a thing for us to do! Even dessert was done! My mom is so organized and "prepared" she should and would qualify as a bonified Eagle Scout. "Be Prepared."

I got a bug-up-my-butt and wanted to color Easter eggs. I was surprised when I asked mom if she wanted to color eggs and she said "no". She used to love to do that sort of stuff and that is why I still want to do it now. I love artsy-crafty kind of stuff. It brings back great childhood memories and memories of coloring eggs with my kids when they were little (and not so little). Coloring eggs at Easter is a tradition. It's a tradition for me. So I did. And Mike, like the good sport he is, joined me!


Aren't they pretty!?!


We made an egg for EVERYONE. I was in a delightful, egg-coloring, heaven!!

Red, green, orange, yellow, and Mikes-special- stipes.

Then I made.....deviled eggs. Good-bye pretty eggs. Hello scrump-dilly-isous!

Soooo, Easter has come and passed. Blah, blah, blah.