can't stop.

I just can't stop.

I'm hoping that eventually I'll return to a semi-normal state of being. One which allows me to focus more, read more, sustain longer periods of writing...but...for now...I just can't stop.

Forgive my one-track mind.

And this weekend he is taking me to Vermont.

Be prepared for more gushing.

As if this rain wasn't enough.

shake up your life.

My friend Chris is an amazing person who has lots of amazing ideas. (These are his feet.)

And this is one of his amazing ideas.

It's called Shake Up Your Life.

You should check it out.

No, seriously. You really should.

more flowers.

Yesterday morning, the Boy-Who-Brings-Me-Flowers left for day one of his four day race somewhere in Massachusetts. I did laundry and went to work.

Later, he came into work.

With flowers for me.

He finished 9th place in a race of 105.

Shouldn't I be the one bringing him flowers?

my own lance armstrong.

For all the loyal readers, here are finally a few pictures of the Man-Who-Sends-Me-Flowers-At-Work-And-Generally-Is-Too-Good-To-Believe...

You see that dimple, right? I'm kinda a sucker for dimples.

I was a spectator at my very first bike race and it was kind of awesome. The speed, the power, the physical endurance, the sound, the wind...this video doesn't do it justice but is still kind of awesome. I just may have to attend another one of these events sometime...providing of course that I know someone racing.

Did I mention that it's all kind of sexy, too?

lloyd dobbler, indeed.

Then there was dinner at his house. His totally sick house on the beach. (We're talking hard-wood floors, marble counters, flawlessly decorated by him and super clean.)

Dinner was shrimp risotto, chicken with some Italian meat I can't spell, a summer salad with strawberries and blue cheese and ginger, and for dessert: a heart-shaped brownie with ice cream. So yummy. And he wouldn't even let me do the dishes.

Then this week while I was working...ice cream on Thursday night and Friday he came in with a tray of (you'll never believe it) pickled watermelon rinds wrapped in bacon. Seriously. And he brought it for our girls' night slumber party which was occurring after work at my house. Needless to say, only half the appetizer made it to my house. We had to keep eating it to figure out what the bacon was wrapped around.

Today was a gourmet breakfast of fruit salad, homemade strawberry muffins, and an omelet with shrimp and who-the-hell-knows-but-it-doesn't-matter-because-it-was-so-tasty. And he bought me the New York Times. Then a walk to the boardwalk where there were sand sculptures (Damn! Forgot the camera!) and a box of fudge to take home.

I'm trying to figure out how to clone him so I can sell the clones to all my single girlfriends and pay off my student loans.