Here is one of my favorite couples. They're so adorable together!
Jack and Kassandra, your love is palpable. I adore you both, and I'm so happy you reunited after all these years.
xo
jbnewcomb<3
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
October 21, 2011
Love is Intoxicating!
I just love love. My friends laugh and occasionally tease me for being such a romantic. But is there any other reason for living than love?! Of course, I don't think so!
Here is one of my favorite couples. They're so adorable together!
Jack and Kassandra, your love is palpable. I adore you both, and I'm so happy you reunited after all these years.
xo
jbnewcomb<3
Here is one of my favorite couples. They're so adorable together!
Jack and Kassandra, your love is palpable. I adore you both, and I'm so happy you reunited after all these years.
xo
jbnewcomb<3
October 16, 2011
The Happiness Diet
Warning: contains some crazilicious theories on dieting. :-P
Baking is dangerous! Or so you'd think! Honestly, I swear I've lost weight since I've been eating a pound of butter a week. Unbelievable, I know. But hear me out. I've got a theory. And maybe a revolutionary diet bubbling to the surface! lol
I love to cook meals, but the love I have for the baking process makes my love for cooking seem like a tolerance! I've never felt as good cooking an entree for my family as I do baking a decadent layered chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting or delightfully scrumptious sour cream scones. The cake and scones take twice as long as most dinners, but somehow I enjoy it more. I know there's something so satisfying and delicious at the end of that long process. And the smiles and the "oooh...mmmmm...uhhh this is the best!" is the inevitable reaction from my family, and of course Moi!
So here's my theory as to why I feel less puffy after eating such forbidden foods!
* I'm not buying these naughty treats from a store, so it's all 100% pure food! My body recognizes it as food instead of half chemicals and industrial products, and it says, "yeah, I know exactly what to do with this," and that "something" is not to add it to my thighs!
* Baking is just plain enjoyable! For me, it's one of the top 5 favorite activities of all time. So, the happier I am, the less stress I have. The less stress, the less cortisol released, and the less my body holds onto and creates fat.
* I'm more satisfied with food in general and eat less because of it! My sweet tooth, or more appropriately called my "butter tooth" is satisfied on a daily basis, so overeating is less of a temptation.
You may not buy it, but the fact is, I have been eating foods no diet would condone, and my jeans fit better!
That doesn't mean you could eat what I eat and not gain weight. It's not because I have a high metabolism. I don't. The diet is a diet that prohibits unhappiness. The diet consists of finding what truly makes you happy and doing it on a daily basis. Lucky me, that happens to be baking! For you, it may be realizing you love to glue gum wrappers to cereal boxes! lol
Find what feeds your soul, and your body and mind will be harmonious, and you will lose that extra pudge. Or as I like to say, you'll "de-puff". In my case, it wasn't simply eating peanut butter brownies, it was baking them!
xo
jbnewcomb<3
Baking is dangerous! Or so you'd think! Honestly, I swear I've lost weight since I've been eating a pound of butter a week. Unbelievable, I know. But hear me out. I've got a theory. And maybe a revolutionary diet bubbling to the surface! lol
I love to cook meals, but the love I have for the baking process makes my love for cooking seem like a tolerance! I've never felt as good cooking an entree for my family as I do baking a decadent layered chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting or delightfully scrumptious sour cream scones. The cake and scones take twice as long as most dinners, but somehow I enjoy it more. I know there's something so satisfying and delicious at the end of that long process. And the smiles and the "oooh...mmmmm...uhhh this is the best!" is the inevitable reaction from my family, and of course Moi!
So here's my theory as to why I feel less puffy after eating such forbidden foods!
* I'm not buying these naughty treats from a store, so it's all 100% pure food! My body recognizes it as food instead of half chemicals and industrial products, and it says, "yeah, I know exactly what to do with this," and that "something" is not to add it to my thighs!
* Baking is just plain enjoyable! For me, it's one of the top 5 favorite activities of all time. So, the happier I am, the less stress I have. The less stress, the less cortisol released, and the less my body holds onto and creates fat.
* I'm more satisfied with food in general and eat less because of it! My sweet tooth, or more appropriately called my "butter tooth" is satisfied on a daily basis, so overeating is less of a temptation.
You may not buy it, but the fact is, I have been eating foods no diet would condone, and my jeans fit better!
That doesn't mean you could eat what I eat and not gain weight. It's not because I have a high metabolism. I don't. The diet is a diet that prohibits unhappiness. The diet consists of finding what truly makes you happy and doing it on a daily basis. Lucky me, that happens to be baking! For you, it may be realizing you love to glue gum wrappers to cereal boxes! lol
Find what feeds your soul, and your body and mind will be harmonious, and you will lose that extra pudge. Or as I like to say, you'll "de-puff". In my case, it wasn't simply eating peanut butter brownies, it was baking them!
xo
jbnewcomb<3
August 08, 2011
My Leo Lover
She spent weeks crafting him present after present. The moment she awoke on the big day, she went to work on wrapping up her works of art. Finished, she helped me make him breakfast, complete with his favorite flaky rolls.
"Happy Birthday, Daddy! Time to get up! Breakfast is ready!" Aurora announced as she jumped on top of her sleeping Daddy. He wrapped his arms around her, and I fell into their love pile to take part in the birthday wake-up call. Jason was simply happy. The love was palpable. And there's nothing that means more to me than seeing my loved ones happy. Especially on their birthday! :-)
Birthday celebrations are one of my favorite events. Of course nothing can take the place of weddings in my heart, but birthdays are a close second. Love! Cake! Presents! Birthdays and weddings have it all. But one thing birthdays have over weddings is that we get one every year! {I'd love to be able to afford a full-on wedding every year!} Jason's birthday this year was made oh so special.
The morning went swimmingly! Jason was so impressed with Aurora's homemade presents. Among them was an incredibly detailed Chinese Dragon. I've seen our daughter produce amazing works of art, but this was in a whole other league! She'd perfectly cut out an orange dragon, bejeweled it with glass stones, and drew a beautiful, realistic face. It was superb! Besides being an exquisite piece, Jason looooves Asian art!
Jason also loves attention. Of course he would. He's a Leo! AND his birthday is the 1st of the month. I love attention, too, but I also love to make my loved ones feel like the center of my world. And my world is blessed with a man with many wonderful qualities. He's strong-willed, ambitious, and outgoing. All of those intense qualities are balanced out by his extraordinary, intuitive sensitivity and his humble {sometimes too humble ;-)} nature. All that is topped off by a controversial sense of humor. His fresh perspective is always entertaining! Politics. Religion. Society. Pop culture. All taboo subjects, he lightens, hence lifting my spirits with his open-minded humor. He's my favorite comedian. My favorite lover. My favorite friend. And he can cook, too!
Happy Birthday, baby! May we get to spend dozens more together. :-x
xo
jbnewcomb<3
May 14, 2011
Summer of Love
He was finishing his second contracted book, staying in a city he wasn't from and knew no one.
She was home from college for the summer.
Both were lonely and curious to see what would happen if they looked for love on Yahoo! Personals.
He wrote her. She liked what she saw. Artistic. Gorgeous, friendly eyes. A cool air to him. So, she gave him her phone number, and no one else.
She liked to sleep in, so when he called at noon, he woke her. They talked for a long time. Laughed. Hit it off. They were anxious to meet right away.
They went to the beach to walk and talk. Both didn't wear sunglasses, but somehow that made it more magical. Being bathed in light, their instant attraction grew as intense as the sun that blinded them.
She went to his vacation home where he had been writing and painting. A gorgeous painting he'd started looked eerily like her. She loved it and he promised she could have it. And he painted many more paintings of her that summer, their Summer of Love.
She was home from college for the summer.
Both were lonely and curious to see what would happen if they looked for love on Yahoo! Personals.
He wrote her. She liked what she saw. Artistic. Gorgeous, friendly eyes. A cool air to him. So, she gave him her phone number, and no one else.
She liked to sleep in, so when he called at noon, he woke her. They talked for a long time. Laughed. Hit it off. They were anxious to meet right away.
They went to the beach to walk and talk. Both didn't wear sunglasses, but somehow that made it more magical. Being bathed in light, their instant attraction grew as intense as the sun that blinded them.
She went to his vacation home where he had been writing and painting. A gorgeous painting he'd started looked eerily like her. She loved it and he promised she could have it. And he painted many more paintings of her that summer, their Summer of Love.
He captured her eyes best in this one.
Painting by Jason Augustus Newcomb
{How could I resist a man that worshipped me with his paintbrush?!}
xo
jbnewcomb<3
May 07, 2011
I'd get Married 7 Times, but to the Same Guy
I've always been in love with L<3VE and all that hallmark gushiness celebrating it: love poems, romantic movies, gifts of chocolate, cards, and, of course, weddings.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of one-in-a-million romantic love, the Cinderella fantasy of meeting one’s true love and being betrothed from that very moment on.
My first crush was in pre-school, and though it changed every year, I loved with a passion so great that I convinced myself I would marry each one.
This went waaay beyond writing “Mrs. [crush’s last name]” like most girls. My mind was so preoccupied with my infatuations that in third grade, I secretly wrote “I love Scott” on the bottom of my friend’s shoe when we were all sitting on the floor watching something (of course I can’t remember what because my mind was only focused on love), and my friend later discovered it and told the teacher. Our teacher asked the mysterious vandal to confess, but I didn’t.
Ok, so you could call my obsession borderline crazy….90% of my thoughts were devoted to love. “I love so and so” or “does he love me?” were buzzing through my mind all day long. The only games I played with my Barbies were about getting married or having a family.
I can distinctly remember being six years old and receiving the most beautiful wedding-themed Barbie and Ken. Looking back, their attire was clearly expensive and they were most likely collectible; Barbie had an intricately laced ball gown complete with lingerie and white thigh high pantyhose.
Because I was an only child and didn’t have any siblings to whine at me about playing the same thing over and over, I played “wedding” for hours upon hours, particularly enacting the ceremony, the kiss, and the first dance. If I’d had more friends to play with on my street, maybe I would have given other games a chance, but probably not! hahaha
As I got a bit older, I obsessively fantasized about what my wedding would look like. I’m sure no one would be surprised when I say my Mom was concerned when I asked her to buy me wedding magazines in the checkout lane at the grocery store. Because I was eleven when inspired to begin this hobby, I did my best to convince her that I just loved weddings and wasn’t thinking of getting married anytime soon. (Though I sooo would have run away with any one of my crushes if they’d asked.) She gave in, and I couldn’t tell you how many dresses, bouquets and cakes I cut out and paste into an idea book.
This continued until I got married, and a couple years into my marriage, my husband caught me looking at wedding gowns on the internet. He kidded when he asked if I was going to marry someone else. To rationalize my hobby, I have since then decided we will have a recommitment ceremony on 7/7/2014, exactly seven years after our wedding on 7/7/2007 (seven corresponds with Venus and Venus is the planet that rules love). Yes, I am that crazy about love and crazy in love with my husband.
I’m very lucky in love, and I think it’s because I have given it a lot of thought! I found my perfect Ken and he thinks I look like Barbie. What a doll he is! Pun intended. :-P For our next wedding, I make collages on the computer. Thanks internet and Publisher…you’re a crazy-passionate girl’s best friend! :-)
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of one-in-a-million romantic love, the Cinderella fantasy of meeting one’s true love and being betrothed from that very moment on.
My first crush was in pre-school, and though it changed every year, I loved with a passion so great that I convinced myself I would marry each one.
This went waaay beyond writing “Mrs. [crush’s last name]” like most girls. My mind was so preoccupied with my infatuations that in third grade, I secretly wrote “I love Scott” on the bottom of my friend’s shoe when we were all sitting on the floor watching something (of course I can’t remember what because my mind was only focused on love), and my friend later discovered it and told the teacher. Our teacher asked the mysterious vandal to confess, but I didn’t.
Ok, so you could call my obsession borderline crazy….90% of my thoughts were devoted to love. “I love so and so” or “does he love me?” were buzzing through my mind all day long. The only games I played with my Barbies were about getting married or having a family.
I can distinctly remember being six years old and receiving the most beautiful wedding-themed Barbie and Ken. Looking back, their attire was clearly expensive and they were most likely collectible; Barbie had an intricately laced ball gown complete with lingerie and white thigh high pantyhose.
Because I was an only child and didn’t have any siblings to whine at me about playing the same thing over and over, I played “wedding” for hours upon hours, particularly enacting the ceremony, the kiss, and the first dance. If I’d had more friends to play with on my street, maybe I would have given other games a chance, but probably not! hahaha
As I got a bit older, I obsessively fantasized about what my wedding would look like. I’m sure no one would be surprised when I say my Mom was concerned when I asked her to buy me wedding magazines in the checkout lane at the grocery store. Because I was eleven when inspired to begin this hobby, I did my best to convince her that I just loved weddings and wasn’t thinking of getting married anytime soon. (Though I sooo would have run away with any one of my crushes if they’d asked.) She gave in, and I couldn’t tell you how many dresses, bouquets and cakes I cut out and paste into an idea book.
This continued until I got married, and a couple years into my marriage, my husband caught me looking at wedding gowns on the internet. He kidded when he asked if I was going to marry someone else. To rationalize my hobby, I have since then decided we will have a recommitment ceremony on 7/7/2014, exactly seven years after our wedding on 7/7/2007 (seven corresponds with Venus and Venus is the planet that rules love). Yes, I am that crazy about love and crazy in love with my husband.
I’m very lucky in love, and I think it’s because I have given it a lot of thought! I found my perfect Ken and he thinks I look like Barbie. What a doll he is! Pun intended. :-P For our next wedding, I make collages on the computer. Thanks internet and Publisher…you’re a crazy-passionate girl’s best friend! :-)
The Dream Come True!
xo
jbnewcomb<3
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