If Jamey ever has a home office some day, guess what I’m putting up on the wall first?
I am on a serious pirate kick lately, and it might have something to do with the trailer for this movie.
Also, I am loving this Etsy shop. (There might be a certain adorable elephant and baby wall decal that I am desperate to buy, but I don’t need to give Jamey reasons to think I’m baby crazy.)
Let me paint a picture for you.
Your name is James, and you’re on a business trip in Somewhere, Pennsylvania on a Wednesday near the end of March. You’re cold, but you’re not one to complain because you’re tough. And when you’re tough, you mean business, which is why you’re there so it all works out.
However, one early Wednesday morning in Somewhere, Pennsylvania, you pull back your hotel room curtain with the hopes of a bright, sunshine-filled morning. Instead, you see this:
A cold, dark scene awaits. Perhaps some derogatory thoughts enter your head, and you wish for home.
Miles away, your sweet financee is driving around Charleston, South Carolina to find a wedding dress for the day of your marriage. She drives with nervous anticipation, heading to a store in an unfamiliar area to search for what she hopes will lead to The One. She sweats in her car, and suddenly realizes it is not a sweat from nerves or anxiety. No, to her chagrin, the temperature outside reads this: Continue reading
Very occasionally, Jamey and I get awfully silly.
And tonight we got awfully silly.
I bring you our future child:
The Jamey-Claire baby.
This is our future. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Why is it blond? Only time will tell.
But for now, I can only say that for the past hour we have had way too much fun with this website and its photo uploading and blending capabilities.
…Now back to your regularly scheduled Thursday evening.
I just need to put this out there from the beginning: this post is going to be a tad ridiculous. That said, I am now going to embrace the silliness wholeheartedly.
One of the fun, girly things that my girly friends have been asking me lately is if I have started to practice my new signature. Oddly, it’s been a few years since I’ve had a crush on a boy in this way and felt the need to daydream about our future love, marriage , and doodle my first name with his last all over my binder. I guess you could say the humiliation factor of someone potentially seeing my name with his intertwined all over my notebook was a little bit of a turn-off.
So, fast-forward 13 years, and here I am sitting at work doing the exact opposite.
Practicing the new signature.
I’ve reworked “Claire Monahan” in several different styles. One of the strangest things about this future new last name is that I will no longer end in an “i.” Nothing to dot, nothing to flip, just an “n” that drifts off. How do I finish a signature with this? Continue reading
Jamey & Claire 