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play it again: freckled love

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originally posted April 8, 2011

A  long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Second Grade, there lived a delightful, red-headed girl with freckles named, Zoë.

Zoë loved Second Grade and all that was there.It was indeed a magical place of laughter, joyful play and discovery all thanks to the ruler of the kingdom, Mrs. Boyum.

Also living in the land of Second Grade was this boy named Chase. Zoë liked Chase. She liked Chase a lot. She liked Chase so much that he was arguably her first crush. But alas, Chase did not feel the same way for Zoë. He explained to Zoë that he just could not love a girl with freckles on her face.

Poor Zoë!

Much time passed and Zoë was now a delightful young lady with auburn curls and lots of freckles. She moved far away to a magical place called Monterey Bay in search of more discovery and adventure. There she met a handsome, young prince named Josh. Josh liked girls with freckles, especially he liked the freckle-faced girl named Zoë.

And Zoë realized that she liked even more the handsome prince named Josh.

Looks like Chase’s loss is Josh’s gain.

Lucky, lucky Josh!

date day

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…at the Delta Blood Bank. What can I say, we are so romantic you could get cavities over the sweetness.

I’m a regular because my blood type is in high demand. In the NICU setting it is the type that we almost always give to our patients. Someday I imagine that I will be giving my blood to my patient. For now I am happy with the thought that I am somehow paying forward what strangers did for my son.

But today my darling husband was just kicking back on the patio when I was ready to head over to the blood bank when it struck me, “Hey, ask him to join you.”

So I did.

“Honey,” I purr, “would you like to come with me to the blood bank and donate today?”

“I guess so. How long is it going to take?”

He asks because he has a jam-packed summer social calendar.

“About 45 minutes to an hour tops, but you get to spend it with ME.”

Honestly, could he get a better offer at two o’clock in the afternoon on a lazy summer day?

…with the kids hanging around?

…I don’t think so.

With his rare blood type, the folks at the blood bank LOVED him! And they were gentle too.

Fifteen minutes later he joins me at the juice bar for some drinks and other delicious treats.

“Come here often?”, he quips.

Yeah, he’s corny. But he’s mine.

Looking for a cheap date or even a little alone time away from the kids AND being a hero at the same time? Check out the News 10 Blood Donor Day July 8.

yeah, I kinda care

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A friend asked the question the other day, “Am I the only one who doesn’t give a crap about the royal wedding?” I’m sure she isn’t all alone. But as for me, well, I have to admit that although there is so much more in the world to be focused on I am kind of looking forward to the big event. I don’t imagine that I will be up at o’dark-thirty to watch it live, but I will definitely be dvr-ing it.

And here is where my darling husband loudly groans and rolls his eyes.

What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic and this is the stuff that hopeless romance is made of:
~ I love how Kate caught Wills eye. Hey, if I was a guy I would have wanted her number too.
~ I love how it has been reported that Wills asked Harry for Mummy’s ring. Even more, I love how Harry gave the ring to his brother. And even more than that, I love how Diana’s ring is back. No, I don’t believe that it is cursed just as much as I don’t believe that Judgement Day is May 21, 2011.
~ I love Kate’s style. I love her hair. I want my hair to look like that. Holly tells me that it can and will as long as I keep growing it out. It’s past chin length so maybe…
~ I just love weddings! Big or small. Simple or fancy. They celebrate life and all that is good about it just like babies being born do. There is so much hate, anger, fear and dread around us all the time so when something good like this come to pass, I celebrate it.

So yeah, I do care. I will be watching and I am secretly hoping that it will look something like this.

freckled love

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A  long, long time ago in a land far, far away called Second Grade, there lived a delightful, red-headed girl with freckles named, Zoë.

Zoë loved Second Grade and all that was there.It was indeed a magical place of laughter, joyful play and discovery all thanks to the ruler of the kingdom, Mrs. Boyum.

Also living in the land of Second Grade was this boy named Chase. Zoë liked Chase. She liked Chase a lot. She liked Chase so much that he was arguably her first crush. But alas, Chase did not feel the same way for Zoë. He explained to Zoë that he just could not love a girl with freckles on her face.

Poor Zoë!

Much time passed and Zoë was now a delightful young lady with auburn curls and lots of freckles. She moved far away to a magical place called Monterey Bay in search of more discovery and adventure. There she met a handsome, young prince named Josh. Josh liked girls with freckles, especially he liked the freckle-faced girl named Zoë.

And Zoë realized that she liked even more the handsome prince named Josh.

Looks like Chase’s loss is Josh’s gain.

Lucky, lucky Josh!

 

so this is love part 2

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How on Earth are you going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
~Albert Einstein

First love!

Young love!

:::sigh:::

It’s so shiny, sparkly and new like unicorns and sparkles and fairies. It tickles all of your senses in such a way that you just can’t stop giggling.

First love is such a wonderful kind of love. Our Zoë is discovering it right now. Yes, she is giggling a lot more than she usually does when she calls or skypes home and that is a lot…the giggling, that is…the calling or skyping home not nearly enough. It’s part of life; a part of growing up into truly a real grown up.

A certain family member crassly joked that at age 18, she sure did move fast.

:::Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. Heh-heh-heh:::

???

Because she rarely dated during her high school years choosing instead to focus on friendships, school, work and family? Because she is enjoying her college life like most college age kids…like her parents, like her older sister? Doncha just love it when that aunt or uncle, that every family seems to have, opens their mouth with their totally inappropriate, unsolicited observations?

Yeah, me too.

Whatever.

Not sure what that relative meant by that. It wasn’t funny. It was kind of rude. It wasn’t her place to make that judgment considering her own history, her own family’s…just sayin’… The way we see it is Zoë is only discovering that which we all have had the chance to experience around the same age…unless we were as pure and virginal as the driven snow back then…believe me, a certain relative was by no means that back in the day.

But whatever.

Young love, first love is fresh and fun and  if you can survive that first face to face meeting with the parents and family then you are doing A-okay. Just stay away from that weird uncle or aunt and you’ll be fine.

Well, until you meet the flirtatious, little niece. Obviously she approves of Zoë’s Josh.

Watch her!

In all seriousness, it was wonderful to meet Zoë’s beau and see that he could survive our crazy circus act.

Enjoy this adventure kids…where ever it may take you.