My vision of suburbia

I love my new found "housewife" life. Loving him love God is energizing. We resonate on all levels. It is a joy to love him. My man is incredible and so are the kids. I caught my first fish of the season last weekend. Wooohooo!!! I threw it back in though. My step daughter's was bigger so we ate hers. I am blooming and will soon transition fully as a woman. I am thankful to God for his grace. I enjoy listening to the Edge while doing my housework. I now created a peaceful ironing laundry room and a reading/ electronics corner. Yesterday while folding an enormous pile of laundry I watched the last episodes of Alias season 2.. I am hooked. Now I live vicariously through Sydney. I am getting used to the highways and malls way of life. Organizing and cleaning, I am building my nest. I now understand what a bird feels like. I have never loved cleaning more then I do since I am married. I wonder if one gets over the joy of homemaking or once you got it it's yours. I love that everyone here is into fire works. Its quite insane I never saw so many houses have their own little show going on. From the 17th floor we could see the whole city going off in sparks. Made me think of Beirut and how sparks were flying there too.... but worlds apart. As for today it will be a beauty day for me. (Silk nails. Brazilian and Blonder highlights) morphing into my vision of suburbanism. {xox} Taking the acrylic off was intense. They did such a hack job. I've been letting them breathe for a good two weeks now. You know when the sides keep peeling and bleeding a little. Normally I go to whole in the wall shops thinking I might get a European experience there. Well this time I went to the best shop in town and made an appointment. Anyways, I was told to put tons of Polysporin on them.. It's working.

Getaway

I am taking a moment while my brand new husband is sleeping next to me in the sun by the pool "in the garden of Eden" to write an overview of all that we have seen and done on this magnificent trip of orgasmic proportion.

Day one

On the plane, He talked to a retired marine officer who was on his way to a submarine convention in Naples. The man explained to him how a few families all of which are members of a secret order ran the world. Hilary would run as president for 2 terms followed by Gore. It turned out the officer is a Pentecostal and knew of his story. Cary shared with him some of what he learned from it and showed him Bruxey's book "the irreligious life" but a lot of it went over the man's head. I on the other hand watched the movie "Lyrics and something" spoke minimally with the lady across the isle about her Bahai faith.

We landed in Rome and decided to go straight to Naples by train. We found the station in the airport and were in Naples by the afternoon. The tourist office sold 3day museum passes so we bought 2 before exiting the Naples train station. The city was buzzing with cars and people everywhere. We weaved through it all and made our way across town near the port where we found a cute hotel.

As my love and I forge our way across Italy, I am elated to see how each micro moment has lead us more clearly into this unconscious reality. The way we experience life and interact with each other and the world around us has been a proactive negation of ourselves. God exalted through our desires and humble realization of our humanness.

(Will add the rest of our Italian getaway later)