Friday's Letters

Last week's date night. We didn't have time for dinner. Thus, the ginormous pretzel, accompanied by a ginormous Icee. :)

Dear Pinterest, Why don't I have the time to actually do (or cook) all the things I pin? I made a goal for myself to cook at least one recipe a week from one of my Pinterest boards, and I'm happy to report that I've been successful in this endeavor! Because really, that should be what Pinterest is about. Doing! Does anyone else have this issue? Pinning without doing? Haha. Maybe it's just me. This weekend, I want to try these for lunch; this simple recipe just looks too delicious not to try!

Dear Hobbit, I'm kind of obsessing over you ... and the fact that I get to see you today. I've been geeking out ever since I saw the first preview, and I've been waiting for you for a long time. I first read The Hobbit when I was in 6th grade, and absolutely fell in love with Middle Earth. Nerdy as it may be, it's absolutely one of my all-time favorite books. I cry every time I read it; there's just something about that journey that touches me. It's such a beautiful novel, and I can't wait to relive it in the theater. I am well aware that this probably reads ridiculously, but I can't help it ... I am ex-ci-ted.

Dear Home, This spring, let's get organized, shall we? I love the idea of spring cleaning. Once upon a time, when I only had a dorm room, sorority house room, or small apartment, I actually did spring cleaning. Now, the thought of it kind of overwhelms me. Okay. It really overwhelms me. Before Maile, I was exceptionally neat. Believe it or not, I used to enjoy going through things, throwing things away (my favorite!), and organizing. Now, the papers on my makeshift desk are piled high, we have at least four junk drawers, and I'm afraid to open the door to the room that will hopefully, someday, house another wee babe. True story. Spring cleaning? Happening. It's going to be a thing.

Dear Coca-Cola, Some people drink a glass of wine at the end of a long day; I have you. I think you're perfect, high fructose corn syrup and all. 

Dear Self, I'm so happy with the changes being made to this little blog. Some minor design changes have taken place over the past week or so, but I decided to go ahead and completely overhaul the design (stay tuned!) for many reasons, but one of the biggest is that I feel that the current space isn't representative of who I really am. Who our family is. And why? This is my space. Our space. I don't like that I don't feel at home here. I also don't enjoy writing "to the design." It takes the fun out of blogging. I think I'm gaining a more self-assured attitude toward this little blog, and I love all things fresh, clean, and girly, but that style isn't my reality. I look forward to sharing more here that I might typically have left out. I want to thank my friends here for being so honestly, genuinely interested in what life is like for our family -- the family of an oil rig driller. The comments, tweets, Facebook messages ... mean the world to me. This is not to say that there will be drastic content changes, just that I plan on being more open about how intentionally we have to live, with Tim being gone half or more of the year. I'm feeling wonderful about refocusing my energy on making Standpipe & Sprinkles a real roughneck family lifestyle blog.

Dear Lumineers, You're pretty fantastic. I usually listen to your album once or twice a night ... I love it. And I wonder how I haven't known until now that you're based here in Denver!? Yes. ::fist pump:: Thanks to you, Christmas music has been put on the back burner, and I don't see that changing.

Dear Weekend, How did you come 'round so quickly? Today, Tim and I have a great date planned. Between The Hobbit and dinner, I think it's going to be pretty amazing. Does that make me sound old? That a movie and dinner sounds amazing to me? Don't tell me if it does ...
Then, on Saturday, we'll be catching up around the house. Wrapping a few presents. Getting a few groceries. Rig laundry will need to be done. Is it bad that I want to put off Sunday for as long as possible? Take your time, Sunday. Take your time.

The idea for this post came from the lovely Ashley, of Adventures of Newlyweds.