romance

i recently did a survey on the book of face for my married friends. i asked them if their husbands were "romantic" and the overwhelmingly repeatative response was "no". there were a few friends who have spouses who really seem to have a flare for romance. i followed through with some of the ladies with romantic husbands, i asked what they did that was romantic. The answers included: dates, flowers, trips, jewelry, surprise events (sky diving, rafting, skiing), home cooked meals, spa time, cards, poetry... the list goes on and on and only a few ladies replied!

the list inspired me to qualify my idea of romance. i have come up with a list. just for reference, in case my husband asks.

qualifications of romance:
hand holding
kissing sessions
setting up the baby sitter for an evening alone
setting up and executing a date(of any sort really)
hot springs at night
a single flower
oil massage
slow dancing in the bedroom
a whole movie of snuggling
love notes!!

i am nearly positive that life gets in the way of fiery hot romance that you see in ridiculous movies, but what is stopping anyone from making life more romantic? other than a Y chromosome? this season always inspires a faintly romantic feeling in me. one that i desire to keep alive for the snowy season. i am putting "being more romance" on my list of ways to better life. now to inspire my significant other to do the same...

current tonal amusement: death cab for cutie, what sarah said

paper bird

i am headed to denver to catch a show or two of my favorite denver based band, Paper Bird. i am thoroughly excited to give them the fan art i made for them. i have never done a fan art piece before, so this is special. i listened to my favorite album by Paper Bird, anything nameless and joymaking and churned this shadow box project out.

happy beginnings for my favorite season! 

not so proud to be an 'merican

i pretended that i was a wholesome American for a day. now it is back to business as usual. my undying hatred for unbearably idiotic 'mericans.

today, some broad was tried and not convicted of killing her child and this blew up my news feed as i was trying to enjoy my 20 minutes of peace and a bowl of homemade tortilla soup on this gloomy july day. almost every person who is as desperately addicted to the shallow confines of the book of face tweeted about it. so i resisted. i did not follow this case, i have better news to follow. i tweeted that (in less dramatic wording) i wished people gave a flying fuck about the inhumane, genocidal acts occurring just on the African continent. jesus rollerblading christ!!!!! now i feel like i may in fact blow up. two of my friends have really upset me. they informed me that their passion towards the subject was not misplaced; they are 'mericans and they should only care about the happenings occurring inside these borders. i feel rather traumatized! is this why all of the jews died? the 'merican sheeple were mislead to believe it was none of our business? even though this country  entirely profits from others being taken advantage of then MURDERED, it isn't our business and we should be passionate about a single child's life being taken within our country?

my heart hurts. i have tears. not for a child, whom i did not know but is easily relate-able to my own children, but for the people of the world. i fucking love everyone on this planet. if i don't know you personally, i love you as a human, in ar riyad, france, yemen, the congo, denver, the czech republic, florida, hammond IN, quezaltenango, ipoh... where the fuck ever, I LOVE YOU. i will raise my children to be loving kind caring compassionate human beings as well. 

namaste