it’s friday i’m in LOVE

November 13, 2015

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happy-keep-your-eye-on-the-ball-friday to you m’loves!

almost three years ago this great pyrenees/anatolian shepeard-mix adopted us.

we sought out this breed for its instincts to guard the family and property.

those genetics have run true; jones’ bark sets off car alarms, miles away, and he may or may not have caused a poor u.p.s man to have wet himself. 

but he is ONLY bark.

his nickname, even with a seven month old in the house, is “THE baby.”

we’ve never had a more sweet-tempered pup, who has no clue how large and ferocious he appears to others.

his first night home he was so terrified of the staircase, he’d never seen one before, he cowered in the kitchen until morning; and at three years old he had definitely never slept inside, on a bed.

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flash forward to today, and he now is the most cuddly snuggler in the house.

this article on a rescue dog’s first bed and bone reminded me of those precious days with our baby jones.

here are a few other things i’m loving this week:

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when it comes to germs i’m most stringent about phones, tablets, my laptop, my car, etc; i wipe those suckers down relentlessly.

imagine my delight to discover these well kept wipes, portable, anti-bacterial wipes made especially for delicate materials such as lenses, computer screens and phones. they come in six different palettes, two of which benefit charities: drive + karagoto {no brainer there.} these are perfect stocking stuffers and or holiday gifts.

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where do i begin?

how about every time i eat these trader joe chips karen carpenter starts singing:

“why do birds suddenly appear?”

people!!!???? it’s fucking “thanksgiving dinner” in a potato chip!

case closed.

mic drop.

and the heavens opened.

and?

and?!

they’re vegetarian.

how?

what!?

actually, i don’t want to know.

it could be a recipe of arsenic and rat vomit for all i care.

all fine with me…..tastes like a delicious, thanksgiving dinner.

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a giant thank you and major love to brandie bernoskie. she is my web designer and go-to-person for all things tech. she gave goodniteirene.com a beautiful make-over this weekend. generous with her time, energy, and talent there is no one better, and SO reasonable, in the business. please don’t hesitate to use brandie for any of your web desires.

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i recently devoured lauren goff’s fates and furies, an engrossing look into two sides of a marriage. the characters so fleshed out i swear i would know the wife’s scent if she walked into this room right now {i imagine her smelling like a glorious, east-coast forest.}

so thoroughly satisfied i was, until i started reading reviews of people trying to compare it to “gone girl,” whereupon i grew fangs, claws and had my version of an online knife-fight. paralleling fates and furies to gone girl is like matching up gone with the wind to django unchained–yes they’re both set in the south with landowners and slaves…but THAT is it; don’t let the gone girl comparison dissuade you.

i just started the much-hyped city on fire by garth risk hallberg. so far i’m only five pages into the 944 page leviathan, which ambles through different lives and social strata of 1970’s new york; so far though, this .0005% of the novel is already gripping.

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and i leave you with some ms. elliot. her newest single, wtf {where they from} does NOT disappoint.

weekend happy to you m’loves!

take the boundaries down, keep those hearts foolishly open, go hug a cactus! even if it’s from afar, cacti still need love.

see you on the other side of sunday.

until then let’s keep in touch! facebook/instagram 

images 1, 2, 4: goodniteirene;  image 3: wellkept.com; image 5: brandie bernoskie;  image 6: amazon.com

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so is this what you do all day?

November 9, 2015

those words are still clanging in my brain, like how hours after a concert you can still feel the reverberation in your teeth?

“so this is what you do all day, katie?”

now a permanent tattoo in my cerebral cortex, trying to find elbow room amongst the other new inventory like: “optimal seven-month-old wake times”, “sippy cups that don’t spill”, “cognitive marker recognition”, while still trying to maintain goodstanding with the free-range parenting club.

the little person and i had escaped from the asylum house, an olympic medal feat these days of daylight suckings time where naps get the big “EFFF- you!;” and found our way to the donut shop–a two birds with one stone stop for caffeine and sugar, my street drugs of choice.

enjoying the friday afternoon sunshine and all the gluten my waistband could withstand, i spied a friend from work.

as delicious as my donut, this girl instantly puts a smile on my face. we gabbed girl: family stuff, boy stuff, life. she just gets it. so much younger than me, yet years wiser and cooler. i immediately felt better, calmer, lifted, and it wasn’t just the serotonin surge of my apple fritter.

as we wrapped up our goodbye’s, i watched as my friend took my “get up” all in: my silo of coffee, a stroller strapped, gibbering, bonnet-clad, formula soaked, one sock wearing, seven-month-old, my suitcase-sized to-go box of donuts, undereye bags so enormous delta airlines considers them my carry on, and a diaper bag so teeming full of bullshit i require a bellhop with me at all times. with the sweetest, loving smile she beheld the spectacle that is now me and, in a 1000% non-judgemental way, observed:

“so this is what you do all day katie?”

——-double-fist, jab punch right, SMACK, in. the. gut.——

{punch! punch! punch! punch! punch!}

before i could answer {not that i had an answer} sutton projectiled more formula, volleyed her pacifier onto the sidewalk, and drowned another diaper. {honestly jessica alba, your diapers SUCK!}

we fled the scene blowing kisses and practicing “bye bye.”

but those nine words have stuck with me.

what the hell do i DO all day?

i’m a far cry from the days of 40+ clients and classes per week, and i’m certainly not here with you oversharing like i used to?

but theses days with my little person, often hours of me watching her not sleep on the baby monitor, dart by faster than any spin room sprints, and are ten times more exhausting than teaching four of those said spin classes in one day.

i’m not complaining. i know how crazy lucky i am that i get to be with her during this precious time.

this morning we discovered she has a sense of humor?!………..it’s not very good, but it’s a start.

she realized she could get me to laugh by licking the kitchen table. i pretended to laugh for another hour, and now my kitchen is spotless. we’re going to work on the hardwood floors tomorrow.

every day there’s something new. something goes away and something else, unfamiliar and just perfect, in her momma’s eyes, emerges.

as much as i miss my old way of hustling, and i daily romanticize the lives of mothers who work full-time, i am grateful for every invaluable second of my new gig.

so i guess, for the time being, i try to take as much of this treasured time in as i can.

that’s what i do all day.

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scenes from a {deer valley} weekend

August 31, 2015

park city you never disappoint.

from your deer-dolloped hillside to the afternoon pockets of surprise thunder and lightning; i limp home, weak-knee’d, by your humble magnificence.

here’s a little recap of our weekend away:

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but first, coffee.

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tummy time in the park.

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sutton’s first dunk in the deep end.

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bath tub cronies.

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park city’s newest daddy stroller strides’ franchise.

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 trees, etc.

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the next generation of girlfriends.

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our hotel’s version of a “nightcap.”

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my daily make-out session with her legs.

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fun in the funicular.

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bottle service.

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