Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Girl's Night for One

It's thundering and lighting and rumbling outside, Tyra and the girls are flauntin' it in Rome and I'm covered under a blanket of fresh magazines.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Twisting Roots at Twisted Root

my Sheester and her BF. I don't think they know I took this picture, but I like those pictures best.

Friday, April 18, 2008

he's back!

mr.roshbosh is back from his second of three weeks of traveling. Next week it's off to sexy Jacksonville, FL and then he's done traveling for a bit.

We spent the evening celebrating a friend's b-day at a karaoke bar. mr.roshbosh contributed a few notes to "bohemian rhapsody" and that was about it. But I made up for his lack of participation; turns out singing into a real microphone is SO much more fun than singing into a bottle of shampoo in the shower.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Five-Hundred-Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred-minutes


"A year from now you may wish you had started today."

I have this quote post-it note-ed to my bathroom mirror. it's what's been getting me up and going and off to the gym in the mornings. I realized this morning though, that I don't dislike getting up as much as I thought. When I got home, I looked out the window just as the sun was barely beginning to peak its head over the buildings, and had an epiphany. I really love getting started before the sun rises. I like the feeling of getting some bonus hours; like I'm getting the WHOLE day and not just a part of it.
(and yes, mom. I did leave without making the bed. but I made it right after taking this picture. promise!)


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Second Law...


Whenever mr. roshbosh is out of town, "Piccola Casa 2510" turns into a war zone. And in such a short amount of time! It's as though the closets and drawers and cabinets can sense that mr. roshbosh is leaving town, and as soon as the last wheel on his suitcase rolls past the threshold, boom! Shoes, handbags, books, CDs all come tumbling out of their spaces. I took the photographs above a mere 16 hours after he left. Six pairs of shoes and I think I've only worn 2 of them since he left.

But nature favors disorder, right? What is likely to happen is what is often most probably and disorder is much more probable than order.

Anyway, that's what I keep telling myself. And keep imploring to mr. roshbosh. But I don't think he's buying it. He thinks the place looks the way it does because I'm messy. Puh-lease! I'm not messy. Creatively organized perhaps. But not messy. In any case, recovery efforts will have to start this Thursday before he gets back for the weekend.