Call me Suzy Who Dat? - El corazón de nuestra casa ♥

Call me Suzy Who Dat? – El corazón de nuestra casa ♥

Frank has the tendency to consider me the best wife ever—well, of course, he’s highly partial and truly bias, because I am his first and only wife. Nevertheless, most days I can truly say I do not feel as though the sentiment could be further from the truth. In reality, I couldn’t be further from the Suzy Homemaker image. Truth be told I’m a far cry from her. And although, Frank assures me that we’re just not that couple and he has no cares for a Suzy—I still take pride and much delight in His smile when he comes home from work to a shimmering home, homemade veggie potpie and a bowl of freshly baked blueberry muffins. Continue reading “Call me Suzy Who Dat? – El corazón de nuestra casa ♥”

Maxing out on Holiday Cheer…

We have a break in at the workshoppe. All is not calm all is not bright!
REPEEAT! All is not calm all is not bright!
—Elf, “Bob’s sleigh” {Netflix}

Even if you don’t go tinsel and glitter crazy or turn into a psycho version of St. Nick throwing your holiday magic all about this year—you may be struggling with the holiday season’s arch nemesis, and a very unwanted visitor bearing bad tidings. . .


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She is a vision of no priority…

So I’m sitting in my vehicle outside of a busy Starbucks next to a less exciting mall—I’m people watching with my cup of Joe. During my observation of life going in, out and all about the tiny plaza my eyes focus in on a little girl and her father sitting beside the front window inside of Starbucks.

She was cute—in her a little Sunday dress, with her white tights and shoes, and a head full of blonde and bouncy curls.  I smiled as she smiled at her coloring page, sipped from her kid-size drink and then rose up on her knees and leaned across the table to show her daddy her finished masterpiece.

Soon, she retreated—back onto her hindside and twiddled her crayons for a bit as her father barely nods, never even looking up—but continuing his date with his mobile device.

And there I sat, with my own stars crushed, wondering if he went blind that very day would he fall asleep each night to come wishing for one more glimpse of his daughter in the beauty of her Sunday’s best or another scroll down his timeline. . .

Visit Queen Kelley over at Gray Suede to find out what inspired this flashback post…

♥  the only friend we need  ♥

As always, you are loved!



5 años | #WeddedWednesday

Hell has tried many times

to smother us when its flames failed to incinerate our celestial bodies, but we learned some eons ago to breathe with lack of air                                —all those fires gave us a glow—

one I dare say the heavens chose never to dim. Floods have risen to drown us both,


you learned to swim free of oxygen, limbs, and weightlessness with I upon your back—Oh! and seasons worth of quakes have come to rock the circumference of our world:     they even shifted the earth beneath our feet, and still you managed to hoist me high above the trenches’ deep, and with nothing more than my eyes, voice and your faithful Divinity you carried both you and I to the height

of a mountain that could not fall.

Forever yours,

Seaera Marie

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#WeddedWednesday | Singing the Matrimony Blues

Did anyone order a rush delivery wedding? I did! I did!!! 

Sooooooo the wedding is officially OFF! . . . well at least as far September 17th, 2016 is concerned. For a brief moment, upon being physically, mentally and spiritually forced to adult-up and make this seemingly impossible decision I was livid but more-so distraught. Now, I breathe a sigh of “Oh my god! what was I thinking trying to cram more hell into a hellish year“—relief.

Like everything else in Frank and I’s topsy-turvy:way-to-fast:can-I-catch-a-breath lifestyle, our Celebration of Love was being rushed. And with only a month to plan the homestead wasn’t ready thanks to those trees that fell that one time, my dress is still nothing more than yards of fabrics, no food has been planned, no flowers arranged, no MC or DJ summoned, no travel arrangements made …oh! and we can’t forget—98% of the guest list has yet to be formally informed they are indeed guests… how’s that for holy matrimony? more like holy hell right?!

To say the least, Frank wasn’t happy about me settling for a thrown together shindig, and let’s just say the Madres were a little-wee-bit uh, not really having our madness. Sooooo instead of tying cans to the back of someone’s ole’ stagecoach this month, we’re kicking our ever-tumbling can on down the dusty trail once more! This time, we’re landing in Spring! Eh, where I wanted it to be in the first place—yeah y’all remember all that jazz about wanting an April wedding and whatnot ^_^.

Never try to force an ocean to go with your flow, you’ll only get lost in its waves.

Yup, well now I can truly say I’m super excited and beyond ready to get to the real planning! Of course, I’m taking you all along for the ride. And now that I actually have to time to fall in love with this wedding process,  I have a bit of fun in store! So stay tuned for this new madness! and as always …


♥ Egypt

P.S. I’m backkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! :-*


Hitching rides on comets attempting a tap dance through asteroid space | #WeddedWednesday

One.        Two steps.    Now take two back.

I catch a glimpse of you —mid pondering

the formulas that sometimes often drift pass your visions. Beaming thoughts spill from your cranium, I watch the stress lines shifting to make room for the invisible tears that streak your face. I stare pass your orbitals to catch a flicker of your soul, but I still—

after all these centuries chasing shooting stars across a speckled abyss         together,

and even after half a decade

of forging memories into the celestialsphere to relive a thousand years from now; I still cannot read you. Any ignition of your fire nowadays seems to illuminate our darkness just long enough to watch portions of our puzzle pieces falling into their respective places.

Some fall fast, others slow, and surely they all have seen their share of dousing, singeing, and rips along their descent, but the heavens have shown them great mercies —for none of them were lost along the wretched way. Grateful for the sparks I am:

those who set fires in the midst of the  great forever night,

comforted by the pitter patter, the slaps and slops,

humbled with the discolored, disfigured patterns of pieces cascading like Halley’s tail descending upon our tattered blackboard canvas.


—♥ S. Marie

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#WeddedWednesday | A tree falls in love

Yes, you’re looking at it—I know, I know it doesn’t look like much right now, but that there is the Love Shack, or what’s left of it anyway.

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#WeddedWednesday | The dress? The Honeymoon? Uh, the ceremony?

We, two, are no good at wedding planning. Sad, but no less true.

Our “Celebration of Love” has been schedule as you know for September 17th of this year, which was conveniently 9 months away back in January when we finally said Yes! to the date. Well now, it’s inconveniently a lot closer and not even a stitch has been placed into a dress. Eh.  Continue reading “#WeddedWednesday | The dress? The Honeymoon? Uh, the ceremony?”