your. sex. is. on. fire.

adventures on public transportation.

These days I've been riding the light rail quite frequently. With gas prices rising and a sweet incentives program from St. Joe's, it's hard not to. On these trips most often I get to read, however I am easily sent into fit of motion sickness when the driver of the train insists on driving like he received his permit yesterday. In that case I get to people watch. Behind the safety of my Coach sunglasses I watch college students cramming 20 more minutes of studying in before their final, the weird guy who unsuccessfully attempts to pick his nose so no one else notices, and my personal favorite the mentally unstable.

As of late I have started practicing Bikram Yoga and my studio happens to be near a light rail stop. Today I rode the rail to class and back. After class I decided to shower in the comfort of home so I could shave my legs. Despite changing, my hair was still soaking wet and I had started to perspire into the second t-shirt when I boarded the east bound train headed back to our apartment. All that laughing under my breath caught up with me this moment. I became the object to ogle. My tomato colored face was still pulsing from class adorned with frizzy hair in a messy bun on the top of my head. My scent was intensely penetrating three seats away in either direction evidenced by the homeless man looking my way with a look that seemed to say "dear Jesus, I thought I had it bad".

In order to get the car I had to pass one bus stop after disembarking the train. Looking ahead I could spot two men in their late twenties, one pacing, obviously anxious about the arrival of the next bus and the other muttering a quick jibberish under his breath. I have never actually seen anyone strung out on a drug made in a bathtub, but these two made it easy to imagine. Eyes fixed firmly ahead, the plan was not to make eye contact or any friendly gesture toward either of them thus inviting an approach. As I quickened my pace, the seated man yelled out at me. Sticking to the plan I did not look in any direction other than straight and continued in a fast walk. My capri pants were riding up giving me a wedgie, sweat covered the back of my shirt, and my face was on fire. Desperate the man yelled out "You are beautiful!". If I wasn't so terrified I may have stopped to contemplate this. I imagined the look on his companion's face after hearing his declaration, and then heard my admirer say to him "what?! she is beautiful".

and then I smiled.

After sweating and concentrating and bending and stretching I had a clear mind and a pink face.

And I felt beautiful.

you are beautiful.

magazine covered carpet

the adventures of planning a wedding...

These "lover duckies" were on our engagement cake made for us by Clayton's Momma.

Who knew there was so much to plan?

i hope you're more prepared than i am.

a royal affair

adventures at 3 am....

Hey Party People!

One of the most prominent memories from my childhood is my Mother's adoration for Diana Princess of Wales. She would always tell my sisters and I how she stayed up late the night she married Prince Charles to watch the wedding. When I was nine, she stayed up with my Aunt Lani to watch her funeral. For whatever reason I always wished I could have stayed up late with my Momma to watch Lady Di in her puffy wedding dress marry the man of her dreams.

Obviously we would be having a shin-dig for Prince William's union to miss Kate Middleton. We went all out. Momma bought champagne, my Aunt Lani brought the wedding cake, and I provided tiara's for everyone in attendance. We Tivoed it for good measure, but still were assembled in my Momma's living room at 3 am to watch history in the making.

It was refreshing to see the bride utter the word "wow" after stepping out onto the balcony at Buckingham Palace. It's like she almost forgot she just became an icon for an entire country.

For the record, I loved her dress. Classic.

I love corny photos, even at 4:30 in the morning.

This one is better because of my face.

Abbey did not want to wear a crown...

My sweet boy came to help eat cake and make sure I didn't fall asleep while driving to Mom's.

Surprise raspberry filling.
Yum.

Apparently she thought she was the only one without makeup on.

I love that my family gets up in the middle of the night (despite recording technology) to watch history in the making so we can tell our kids we did it.

i hope you still get excited for true love.

easter dinner

Easter adventures...

Hello all! I hope you had a wonderful Easter holiday with your families/loved ones! I had the pleasure of spending mine with my Dad, my littlest sisters, my step brother, and my new family <3. I'm going to be honest, I was super nervous it would be awkward and our families wouldn't mesh. After about 2 drinks each it was clear that we will be spending all of our holidays with our new big, happy, and intoxicated families. How lucky am I?

Devyn, my stepbrother being his super cool self.

Clayton's Dad.
Sweetest man. Ever.

My Dad with Clayton's Mom and Aunt Kris.
Yeah, my Dad was totally doing the dishes.

The handsome Nelson boys.
:)

I cannot believe how mature my sisters are becoming.

Yet again, we totally did not mean to match but it looks pretty awesome.

Abbey is the only one on her game here.

I love my sisters.

The best part of the night for me was my Dad pouring sips of champagne for everyone and proposing a toast to Clayton and I. I can't remember word for word what he said, but the line that has stuck with me is this:

"To Aimee and Clayton for bringing our families together."

Cheers!

i hope your easter was wonderful.