Picture post show and tell

Just a few pics from my life...

I live steps from here:

This is the view from my living room window:

My boyfriend:

(Yes, my husband is aware that my heart also belongs to Eddie Vedder)

My husband is an artist:

The tattoo I got after our miscarriage:

Dylan

My new nephew was born today. I came to a good (to me) conclusion at the hospital though. I have no sadness/jelousness/issues with babies at all. Just pregnant bellies. It must be that I've never had my baby in my arms so I can't miss it. I have been pregnant though and miss that terribly.

I don't know for sure, but it feels like a breakthrough for me.

Oh Eddie

You break my heart sometimes...

Yesterdays how quick they change all lost and long gone now.
Want to remember anything moving at the speed of sound.
With the speed of sound.

And yet I'm still holding tight
To this dream of distant light
And yet somehow i'll survive
But this night has been a long one
Waiting on a sun 
That just don’t come

Can I forgive what I cannot forget 
and live a lie?
I could give him one more try

Why deny this drive inside just looking for some peace 
Everytime I get me some it gets the best of me
Not much left to see

And yet i'm still holding tight
To this dream of distant light
And that somehow i'll somehow survive
But this night has been a long one
Waiting on a word
That never comes

The whisper in the dark
Is that you or just my thoughts? 
I'm wide awake and reaching out

It's gone so quiet now
Could it be I’m farther out
Moving faster than the speed of sound

My sister is currently 2 days overdue with her second. Another boy.
She apparently has PCOS too…guess no one told her ovaries.
I wonder how I'm going to cope with the new baby post-miscarriage.
I'm scared.

My jet set life?

Last weekend, my husband and I went to the Vancouver No Doubt concert. We see a fair amount of concerts, it's one of our favourite things to do. It's usually pretty expensive since we have the cost of ferry, hotel and food. We almost always take an extra day and drive across the border so that Joe can get his US fix (he's American, I'm Canadian) so that also adds to the expense.

Anyways, I was telling my work friends that before the concert we met Gavin Rossdale. Well, Joe did, I looked at him and ran away since I'm shy about things like that. My friends were all squealy and asked if he's as hot as he is in pictures. When I said yes (although he always looks like he needs to wash his hair to me),  they both said that they're totally jealous of my jet-setting, famous people meeting, multiple yearly vacations kind of life. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. They both know that I would give this life up in a heartbeat if I could have the life they do. I don't know why people keep insisting that our life is great with nothing to tie us down and total freedom to do the things we want. I'm 30 fricking years old, I've been living the life of freedom for like 11 years. It gets old. Sure it's fun sometimes, but it's also empty. Still just the two of us. Will it always be just the two of us?

I'm depressing myself. I do that a lot. I'll post concert videos to cheer myself up.

No Doubt finale of Stand and Deliver (Adam and the Ants) with Bedouin Soundclash and Paramore:

2006 Pearl Jam at the Gorge in George, Washington. It's the most amazing venue ever. I took this pic:

2 back to back shows. 118 degrees at 11pm. It was insane. We got to hear Dirty Frank though, the first time it had been played since 1994. I heart PJ so much.

You have got to be kidding me...

Just read a blog post of a friend (like IRL friend) that left me scratching my head.
They are a lesbian couple that tried *forever* to get pregnant. Read: like 5 months and it happened "naturally," if you know what I mean.

They are now 7ish weeks pregnant. She posted pictures of the in-progress nursery painting and the arrival of the crib.

Oh to be that happy and carefree. I want a pregnancy like that please.

Trying to accept infertility. It's not going well.

Thunder and lightning with a rainbow thrown in. The sky is maroon and I can smell the ocean.

Add a purple popsicle and it's a near perfect summer night.