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Can you believe it’s Friday? Yeah, me neither. Between my anniversary date and taking two days off this week (not to mention Tate getting ANOTHER fever and me having to work from home since he was quarantined from daycare) I can’t remember which way is up. The picture above is from our anniversary date, wherein we somehow broke in to our old apartment building on the Plaza and convinced a current tenant to let us on the roof. We finally busted open a bottle of wine we’d been saving since our wedding and toasted each other in the rain. Truth be told, about 10 minutes later the romance was gone and we were itching for a nice, warm, dry movie theater, but I’m still glad we did it. It’s crazy to see how far we’ve come in 10 years. Here’s to love!

Other Things That Are Making Me Smile This Week:

Jordan’s list of ten things to do in Paris with kids is so wonderful, it’s making it difficult to stop searching travel sites for cheap flights. Le sigh.

I missed the Oscars due to what we’re calling Picklegate 2012 (I ate a bad pickle…and I got very, disgustingly ill), but reading the Fug Girls live tweets from the show more than made up for it:

We’ve decided that Jonah Hill still has the weird Nazi-slick hair because he wants Captain Von Trapp to glare at him sternly, maybe sneak in a punch, and then sing Edelweiss.

Yes, this is a rap about Downton Abbey…and it’s pretty good! (via Vulture)

This is one of those songs that makes you happy and sad all at once.

I am so obsessed with Shoemint! Everything sells out so quickly, it’s hard to get a pair (RIP, Jolly), but I finally broke down and ordered the Rosemary last week. I am not so patiently waiting for them to arrive.

I want hair chalk. I shall have it.

Resolution Update: I’m on a Horse

From age 7 to about 12 years old, I was an avid hunt seat horseback rider. I spend most summers, early mornings and evenings at a stable outside of town, learning every aspect of horse care. I have to admit, I was pretty lucky. For every girl who falls in love with horses as a kid, I bet there aren’t many who actually get to live out their dreams of riding, especially on a daily basis. When I started junior high, I had to choose between continuing my riding career (which would take up most, if not all, of my free time) or participating in extra curricular activities through my school (drama club, sports, etc.). I ended up choosing the latter, which was definitely the right choice for me, but I’ve always missed riding.

In college I was lucky enough to find a job as a companion to a young lady who had Asperger’s Syndrome and rode a therapy horse. I was in charge of taking her riding, and in return, the family allowed me free access to the stable and her gorgeous mare.

Since college I’ve ridden here and there, on trailrides in Colorado or with friends, but for the most part, I haven’t had the chance to get in the saddle. So as part of my 2012 resolutions to be furiously happy with my life (hat tip to the Bloggess for the term), I decided to find a stable and sign up for lessons. I was so lucky to find a ranch right by my work, and every other Friday I sneak out and ride for a half an hour. It’s been challenging, as this ranch specializes in the breed of Morgan horses that requires a style of riding WAAAAYYY different than my hunt seat experience, but I’ve loved being back. It seems silly, but finding something that made me happy when I was 10, and doing it again, really does make my life a more joyful place.

Now, without further adieu, a video of me sort of sounding like a jackass, but mostly being super excited to ride again. Major credit goes to the horse I rode that day, Miss Buffy, and my amazing instructor Nicole, who is cute as a button and is always super encouraging, even though after three months she still has to show me how to hold the reins correctly.

10 Years

10 years ago today I fussed over my outfit as I got ready for a first date. I worried that I looked stupid and I’d be too nervous to say anything coherent. I worried that he wouldn’t like me, and he’d see through my facade to what I really was.

Love

Truth is, he did. And 10 years, two kids, five moves, two dogs and one marriage later, he’s still here, still seeing the good stuff.

{And the bad stuff, but since we’re celebrating today, I’m going to pretend it doesn’t exist.}

Here’s to being as happy in 10 more years as we are today. Or maybe, to being even happier.

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