I love me some honey.

Tropical Traditions Canadian Raw Honey is the hands down the best honey I have ever tasted.  I cannot even begin to describe how yummy it is on a piece of some grainy toast slathered in butter. It also makes the best honey milk, which I have been drinking my whole life. And sometimes I take it over hot chocolate because it's just that good.

Breakfast At Tiffany's must have ruined me, because my little heart is set on one of these. Well, not really because I know how improbable that is. But still.



This Gloverall duffle coat is my ultimate dream coat. Except I want it in a dark green.

A Rose Garden. Dad planted one for mom in Redmond and talked about one in Gig Harbor (which he didn't end of having time to plant), and I've wanted one ever since. Flowers. I will fill my home, my garden, my life with flowers. Mostly roses. But only mostly.

Do you have any idea how annoying it is to not have a sewing machine handy?  I cut up half my clothes, and I need to sew up the other half.  Oh, the things I could be doing with one of these. Time to start saving.

Isn't that the most adorable thing you've ever seen? I bet even men would melt at that face and scruffy hair.  But I don't want a dog that is that tiny. 

I'm thinking more along the lines of this.  Ruby colored Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.  This is still a puppy, but they get a little bigger.  Big dog in a small dog body, is what they say.  I'm all about that.

Cabin. Don't even get me started on how wonderful cabins are.  Fall/winter/spring/summer. Just wonderful.

Pedestal tub.  I'll take a claw-foot tub any day, too.  Baths are probably one of the best remedies for any ailment, including an aching heart.  They are healing.  I'm serious.  Go take a bath, then you'll understand.  All your worries will just wash away.  When it's cold outside, I take at least two or three a week.  They're not just for children, guys. 

I know it probably sounds weird, but one of my favorite things to do is clean and fold warm loads of laundry on a really rainy, cold November day.  (A good laundry room turns me on.)  Usually there is a pumpkin, apple, or berry pie in the oven so it smells not only clean, but heavenly.  Remember: I grew up being home schooled in Seattle, thus all the rain.  And the endless supply of flours, cultured European butter, fruits and vegetables.

This.  This is love.  This was the first class I taught.  I was handed an incredible opportunity to teach my senior year of high school, and it changed my life.  Those kids really did teach me more than I taught them.  If Heather was hoping it would make me decide to be a dance instructor in the long run, she got what she wanted.  I have a lot of hopes and dreams because I am a somewhat passionate person, but this is one is especially dear to me.  I cannot wait for the day when I get to start teaching again.  In any case, I want to be Matt/Heather/Brent/Katie when I grow up.

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Now that I've gone on and on about what I hope to have/do/accomplish in the future (which is totally uncharacteristic of me), I have to take a second to say what I am especially grateful for in my life.  Because, really, they are my life.  They have been there through it all.  These people are my best friends and nothing can bring a tear to my eye faster than talking about them.  Each and every one of those bothers and sisters are genuinely wonderful people.  They are full of so much love, patience, and energy.  

The first thing little guy said on the phone to me was "Lara. I love you!" How can a big sister not love that?  Each holds a piece of my heart, and that will never change.  No matter where life takes us, I know we'll stay close.  Because, after all, we're all perfectly weird for each other.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." 
— Dr. Seuss

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Okay, enough of the cheese.  I can only handle it for so long, and I'm the author.  If you're shaking your head, it's normal.  I promise.  I get it all the time.  

Now, go have a lovely weekend.  I'm finished for real. :)