Seeing as the festivities were so crazy and I'm only working on 4 hours or so of sleep, I'm afraid the Top Ten Reasons Bachelorette Party #2 was a roaring success will have to wait until tomorrow.
I know you are all waiting with baited breath!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Bachelorette Bash #2
Big time party this weekend!!!
I have my second bachelorette party coming up and it is going to be an unforgettable event! I am doing all sorts of fun preparations, and again, I would love to share the specifics but I don't want "Bride-y" to see. One of my bridemaid's duties was to be in charge of drinks. I picked up an arsenal! I don't think I've ever used a shopping cart before when going to a liquor store. I even got something to make a very special alcoholic treat, which I will divulge upon my return. This afternoon also had an arts & crafts section for a "fun, hot, adult party game". (Which is what it said on the <ahem> package.)
I will more than likely not be back until Sunday, since tomorrow I'll be busy picking up some singles at the bank, packing my lil' black sequined dress and also preparing a ham and cheese macaroni for Pam who's spending the night. Carbing up is essential for a weekend of this magnitude.
I sincerely hope no one gets left on a rooftop somewhere...
I have my second bachelorette party coming up and it is going to be an unforgettable event! I am doing all sorts of fun preparations, and again, I would love to share the specifics but I don't want "Bride-y" to see. One of my bridemaid's duties was to be in charge of drinks. I picked up an arsenal! I don't think I've ever used a shopping cart before when going to a liquor store. I even got something to make a very special alcoholic treat, which I will divulge upon my return. This afternoon also had an arts & crafts section for a "fun, hot, adult party game". (Which is what it said on the <ahem> package.)
I will more than likely not be back until Sunday, since tomorrow I'll be busy picking up some singles at the bank, packing my lil' black sequined dress and also preparing a ham and cheese macaroni for Pam who's spending the night. Carbing up is essential for a weekend of this magnitude.
I sincerely hope no one gets left on a rooftop somewhere...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tripod Headstand Here I Come!
This morning I wanted nothing more than to go to yoga. I don't normally go on Wednesday mornings, but I thought I had the time and was all planned out. However, I realized last night that the air conditioning maintenance man was coming, so I was out of luck. If he had left here approximately 15 minutes sooner I could have made class, but c'est la vie.
In fact, me not making it to class was probably the best thing that could have happened. I decided to do a home practice instead. I started to take my mat outside to one of the back decks but it was still damp from last night's rain. I figured, okay, well I can practice inversions then if I move it in. I've been able to do basket headstand for quite some time, but tripod headstand has eluded me. It seems way more difficult, requiring more abdominal strength, and more pressure on the crown of the head. I've never gotten further than having my legs resting on my arms.
Today, something amazing happened! I got my legs up! I couldn't hold them for long, and I was very wobbly, but I was able to lift them, and that's really half the battle. I started out the same way when I was learning basket.
My asana goal this summer is to nail my tripod headstand!
If you're curious as to what the pose looks like, check out this how-to:
In fact, me not making it to class was probably the best thing that could have happened. I decided to do a home practice instead. I started to take my mat outside to one of the back decks but it was still damp from last night's rain. I figured, okay, well I can practice inversions then if I move it in. I've been able to do basket headstand for quite some time, but tripod headstand has eluded me. It seems way more difficult, requiring more abdominal strength, and more pressure on the crown of the head. I've never gotten further than having my legs resting on my arms.
Today, something amazing happened! I got my legs up! I couldn't hold them for long, and I was very wobbly, but I was able to lift them, and that's really half the battle. I started out the same way when I was learning basket.
My asana goal this summer is to nail my tripod headstand!
If you're curious as to what the pose looks like, check out this how-to:
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Getting Real
Somehow, working on my invitations is making my upcoming wedding more real. I don't know why this is different than any other sort of planning. Buying my dress last summer was one of the best days of my life, but it still didn't put things into perspective as much as this whole invitation process. I guess once I send those babies out, it's official - it's happening.
And I can't hardly wait. Everyone told me that the time you're engaged goes by super fast and everything is over before you realize it. I suppose I can see that in retrospect, but I feel like I've been engaged forever. Not that it hasn't been an enjoyable time, but I honestly can't wait to be married. I want the wedding to be here. I want to put on the big, white gown, dance, eat cake, and celebrate with close family and friends. I'm ready to be a "Mrs.".
It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I'm watching The Wedding Planner (you know, Matthew McConnaughey, Jennifer Lopez) which is a movie I must have seen a zillion times when I was in high school. I used to imagine what my wedding would be like, or sometimes cynically, if I would even have a wedding. Yes me, ever the optimist, used to think that it may not be possible for anyone to ever love me - the kind of self-loathing thoughts one has as a teenager. But now it's upon me. I'm actually, really getting married.
All I feel right now is gratitude.
And I can't hardly wait. Everyone told me that the time you're engaged goes by super fast and everything is over before you realize it. I suppose I can see that in retrospect, but I feel like I've been engaged forever. Not that it hasn't been an enjoyable time, but I honestly can't wait to be married. I want the wedding to be here. I want to put on the big, white gown, dance, eat cake, and celebrate with close family and friends. I'm ready to be a "Mrs.".
It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I'm watching The Wedding Planner (you know, Matthew McConnaughey, Jennifer Lopez) which is a movie I must have seen a zillion times when I was in high school. I used to imagine what my wedding would be like, or sometimes cynically, if I would even have a wedding. Yes me, ever the optimist, used to think that it may not be possible for anyone to ever love me - the kind of self-loathing thoughts one has as a teenager. But now it's upon me. I'm actually, really getting married.
All I feel right now is gratitude.
Monday, July 25, 2011
I've never been so happy...
...to have an overcast, cool day in July.
I got so much done outside today, and was able to have a way longer yard work endurance due to the absence of the hot sun beating down on me. The downside is I feel like I'm walking a bit like Quasimodo. However, other than some crab grass between my hosta plants down the driveway and the huge suckers along the sides and backyard, I'm going to consider my weeding project as coming to a close. I actually see a light at the end of this green, leafy tunnel!
This is not to say I don't have a million other things to do out there. I have to clean out a whole array of different dead grasses, leaves, etc. It's the kind of cleanup one typically does after the last leaves fall in late autumn, so there's some catching up to do here. And yes, the gutters will be happening this summer, but Kevin made me promise not to do that when he's not home, and rightfully so. He'd probably come home from work to find me sprawled out on the lawn with two broken femurs.
Sigh. Very much looking forward to yoga tonight, though I may never get up from savasana (corpse pose, if you're not hip to the Sanskrit.)
I got so much done outside today, and was able to have a way longer yard work endurance due to the absence of the hot sun beating down on me. The downside is I feel like I'm walking a bit like Quasimodo. However, other than some crab grass between my hosta plants down the driveway and the huge suckers along the sides and backyard, I'm going to consider my weeding project as coming to a close. I actually see a light at the end of this green, leafy tunnel!
This is not to say I don't have a million other things to do out there. I have to clean out a whole array of different dead grasses, leaves, etc. It's the kind of cleanup one typically does after the last leaves fall in late autumn, so there's some catching up to do here. And yes, the gutters will be happening this summer, but Kevin made me promise not to do that when he's not home, and rightfully so. He'd probably come home from work to find me sprawled out on the lawn with two broken femurs.
Sigh. Very much looking forward to yoga tonight, though I may never get up from savasana (corpse pose, if you're not hip to the Sanskrit.)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I am my mother's daughter...
I have to admit, I really enjoy cleaning. I don't always want to start doing it and procrastinate just like everyone else, but once I begin, I get into it. I don't know - there's just something very satisfying about the whole cleaning process. Dusting or mopping the floor instantly makes things seem right with the world. I even like cleaning the bathrooms. In fact, that may be one of my favorite jobs. I get that it can be disgusting scrubbing a toilet or wiping down the shower, but the end result is so worth it! And there is a plethora of good cleaning products nowadays : Swiffer Sweepers, Clorox Wipes, those awesome dusters on expandable poles that help you get ceiling fans - it's a cleaning dream come true!
When I was a little girl, I once wrote on an "About Me" paper that when I grew up I wanted to be a cleaning lady, which is pretty hysterical, but I guess I can see the allure - you're making something look better, and improving your health at the same time! Think of all the bacteria you can kill in one swipe of a counter top!
(I also wrote on that assignment that I enjoy money, the color purple, boys and macaroni and cheese, so you can see not much has changed since I was in the first grade.)
When I was a little girl, I once wrote on an "About Me" paper that when I grew up I wanted to be a cleaning lady, which is pretty hysterical, but I guess I can see the allure - you're making something look better, and improving your health at the same time! Think of all the bacteria you can kill in one swipe of a counter top!
(I also wrote on that assignment that I enjoy money, the color purple, boys and macaroni and cheese, so you can see not much has changed since I was in the first grade.)
Friday, July 22, 2011
Late Night Random Ramblings
Sauce tip:
If you're getting tired of regular marinara, there's a quick easy way to mix things up. Add a little bit of light cream, stirring throughout, and a palm full of basil. It really spruces up a plain plate of penne.
Earlier this evening I felt very "momish" as I made several turkey and cheese sandwiches and got them ready to go in ziploc bags. (Beach day picnic tomorrow.) I felt as if I should add some juice boxes and maybe write little messages on napkins that say "Have a great day, honey!", which is totally something I would do when I eventually have children.
On a different note, I need to start bringing my azalea bushes back to life. They all look a little sad. Does anyone have any idea what kind of plant food or fertilizer I should use? Or do they naturally look like they're withering away to nothing during this time of year? I never realized how complicated it is to care for plants. How do people learn how to do this?!
If you're getting tired of regular marinara, there's a quick easy way to mix things up. Add a little bit of light cream, stirring throughout, and a palm full of basil. It really spruces up a plain plate of penne.
Earlier this evening I felt very "momish" as I made several turkey and cheese sandwiches and got them ready to go in ziploc bags. (Beach day picnic tomorrow.) I felt as if I should add some juice boxes and maybe write little messages on napkins that say "Have a great day, honey!", which is totally something I would do when I eventually have children.
On a different note, I need to start bringing my azalea bushes back to life. They all look a little sad. Does anyone have any idea what kind of plant food or fertilizer I should use? Or do they naturally look like they're withering away to nothing during this time of year? I never realized how complicated it is to care for plants. How do people learn how to do this?!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Ask and you shall receive...
A couple of little birdies have asked for a picture of the outside of my house:
So this is the good ol' homestead. It isn't super big, or super fancy, but it's mine. It's actually more spacious looking than you would think at first glance. It's a 3 bed, 2 bath and has high, vaulted ceilings in the open plan kitchen, dining and family room area. I like it. Think I'll stay a while. (The mortgage is thirty years after all.)
In all seriousness, I love being a homeowner. It can be stressful and overwhelming at times, (physically, emotionally, financially) but at the end of the day I have a real home. There's something so special about building a life with a wonderful man who will soon be my husband and imagining all of the experiences that we'll share as we grow older and start a family. I can't believe how lucky I am.
Wow, I just got mushy. Sorry about that - it creeps up on me!
Bottom line:
Dorothy was right.... "there's no place like home".
So this is the good ol' homestead. It isn't super big, or super fancy, but it's mine. It's actually more spacious looking than you would think at first glance. It's a 3 bed, 2 bath and has high, vaulted ceilings in the open plan kitchen, dining and family room area. I like it. Think I'll stay a while. (The mortgage is thirty years after all.)
In all seriousness, I love being a homeowner. It can be stressful and overwhelming at times, (physically, emotionally, financially) but at the end of the day I have a real home. There's something so special about building a life with a wonderful man who will soon be my husband and imagining all of the experiences that we'll share as we grow older and start a family. I can't believe how lucky I am.
Wow, I just got mushy. Sorry about that - it creeps up on me!
Bottom line:
Dorothy was right.... "there's no place like home".
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Possible Wild Wednesday?
Traditionally, Kevin and I have instituted Wednesday nights as our "date night". It's not usually terribly different than the rest our nights, but it's something we both look forward to, me especially during the academic year. We haven't been sticking to this too much lately, not because we haven't been romantic, but there's clearly been lots of changes and new things occupying our time. But tonight is the night.
I am bringing date night back.
I still have homemade sauce from when I cooked up a batch a while back. I'm thinking a simple plate of ravioli with lots of fresh grated parmesan on top, also a little bit of red wine. Not too much - just enough to set the mood. (I kind of wish my dining room chandelier worked on a dimmer.)
I've also scavenged the basement to where some of my old Halloween costumes are. I don't want to give TMI, but I've decided to go a smidgen crazy with this. Let's just say I've dug out a little ensemble worn by cleaning ladies in France...
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
That was...
AWESOME!!!
I can't believe how much fun I had trimming the bushes! It was a hoot! I was a bit nervous at first after reading the manual for the trimmer and it telling me all the ways I could injure myself, but I totally got into this!
Here are the before pictures:
I can't believe I did it! Joy!
I can't believe how much fun I had trimming the bushes! It was a hoot! I was a bit nervous at first after reading the manual for the trimmer and it telling me all the ways I could injure myself, but I totally got into this!
Here are the before pictures:
Here are the after pictures:
Middle School Embarrassment Rears Its Ugly Head
I just encountered a whole new level of humiliation while taking my bridesmaid's dress in for alterations. The dress is lovely. It's a short, chiffon, cloudy blue little number with a sweetheart neckline - a dress I would actually wear again. It fits perfectly, except it's too big the chest region. Now, considering my size in that area hasn't changed much since the 7th grade, I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never be Pamela Anderson. Heck, I'll never be Cameron Diaz either, but I got a great pair of gams, so I'll go with that.
Anyway, I go to the tailor shop and try the dress on. I come out of the fitting room, the woman looks at me and in some kind of Eastern European accent she states, "Haha, yes, you don't have enough bust to fill dress." Quel horreur! Granted, I had already given her a brief description on the phone of what the problem was, but jeez, she didn't have to announce it. Then, to add insult to injury, she asks me if I was wearing a bra! I had to admit yes I was, not mentioning that it was a padded strapless from Victoria Secret. I guess there was no miracle there, considering she didn't think I had anything on!
*Sigh*
I'm about to gear up for some yard attack, so you may be hearing from me again later today. If I come back without a severed arm that is.
Anyway, I go to the tailor shop and try the dress on. I come out of the fitting room, the woman looks at me and in some kind of Eastern European accent she states, "Haha, yes, you don't have enough bust to fill dress." Quel horreur! Granted, I had already given her a brief description on the phone of what the problem was, but jeez, she didn't have to announce it. Then, to add insult to injury, she asks me if I was wearing a bra! I had to admit yes I was, not mentioning that it was a padded strapless from Victoria Secret. I guess there was no miracle there, considering she didn't think I had anything on!
*Sigh*
I'm about to gear up for some yard attack, so you may be hearing from me again later today. If I come back without a severed arm that is.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Trimmer Tradeoff
I have to accept the fact that after buying a house, my life will no longer be the same. I've been deleting sale emails from the Gap, I immediately tear up any Kohl's 15-30% off coupons, and I just recycled the new Victoria's Secret catalog without even flipping through it. Temptation is everywhere and it takes a lot of restraint not to give in. Little voices pop into my head saying "buy it, it's super cute", "imagine all the different occasions you can wear this", "you can just put it on a credit card", but I ignore them all.
I haven't stopped shopping completely of course, it's just that I have to spend my money on different items now. For instance, today I bought a Black & Decker, 17 volt, hedge trimmer, in preparation for a whole new aspect of yard work starting tomorrow. While I am predicting some kind of disaster occurring while I attempt to complete this task, it actually seems a bit exciting and satisfying, and unlike weeding, there will be immediate results. I need something to boost my yard morale because I am starting to get a tad bit overwhelmed. Part of me wishes I just saved up a bunch and hired someone to do all of this for me, and save me the trouble, but I suppose taking the easy way out wouldn't be nearly as much fun.
I haven't stopped shopping completely of course, it's just that I have to spend my money on different items now. For instance, today I bought a Black & Decker, 17 volt, hedge trimmer, in preparation for a whole new aspect of yard work starting tomorrow. While I am predicting some kind of disaster occurring while I attempt to complete this task, it actually seems a bit exciting and satisfying, and unlike weeding, there will be immediate results. I need something to boost my yard morale because I am starting to get a tad bit overwhelmed. Part of me wishes I just saved up a bunch and hired someone to do all of this for me, and save me the trouble, but I suppose taking the easy way out wouldn't be nearly as much fun.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
The Best Concrete Party That Never Was
Apparently, in order to get concrete delivered on a Saturday, you need to call the day before - something which they neglected to tell Kevin when he had called and inquired a while back. No concrete, no pouring, but lots of drinking, eating and all around good times.
First I would like to mention, that the BLT Pasta Salad was a big hit. People actually took seconds and thirds, so the next BBQ I am invited to, I know what I am bringing. Secondly, Barefoot is seriously the best cheap wine ever manufactured. I would like to meet the owner of that company one day, shake their hand and say, "Thanks to people like you, I took a ride in the cart on the back of my fiance's tractor, while wearing a blue hard hat strategically dipped below one eye." (Bonus points if you can tell me what song that is from!) I also might add that the "Not-Concrete Pour Party" lasted from 11 am until 12:30 am, ending with some choice karaoke up the street. There we saw a man in his seventies wearing little white shoes getting down with his bad self at almost every song. Kevin hopes to be like him one day.
First I would like to mention, that the BLT Pasta Salad was a big hit. People actually took seconds and thirds, so the next BBQ I am invited to, I know what I am bringing. Secondly, Barefoot is seriously the best cheap wine ever manufactured. I would like to meet the owner of that company one day, shake their hand and say, "Thanks to people like you, I took a ride in the cart on the back of my fiance's tractor, while wearing a blue hard hat strategically dipped below one eye." (Bonus points if you can tell me what song that is from!) I also might add that the "Not-Concrete Pour Party" lasted from 11 am until 12:30 am, ending with some choice karaoke up the street. There we saw a man in his seventies wearing little white shoes getting down with his bad self at almost every song. Kevin hopes to be like him one day.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Bacon Makes Everything Better (I hope!)
It has been suggested that I start incorporating more pictures into my blog. Seeing as that seems like sound advice, I thought I would begin by displaying a photo of the BLT Pasta Salad I just created!
This is a brand new recipe, so I hope it came out okay! It's full of everything bad for you, except maybe the L and the T. But seriously....bacon and pasta together? How can this turn out badly?
I hope it satisfies the hunger of all the menfolk slated to be working tomorrow's Concrete Pour Party. Of course, I'm not going anywhere near the stuff! I already did my stereotypical, wifey job and began cooking for this shindig. Saturday, I'll have my feet up, stuffing my face with bon-bons.
Well, at the very least, a big glass of vino.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Heaven Exists
Heaven is located, believe it or not, in Worcester, Massachusetts, at a small eatery aptly named Wholly Cannoli.
Today, I went on a quest to pick up a John Deere cart for Kevin's tractor since the big concrete pour party is coming up this Saturday. I took the trip with my mother's new beau, a very sweet Italian man who describes himself as looking like he belongs on a pizza box. We needed use of his truck, since I'm pretty sure any John Deere attachments would not fit in my car.
Afterwards, we went to Wholly Cannoli (more like Holy Cannoli, but I think that might be ripping off an old Ben & Jerry's flavor). I had an AMAZING Italian sandwich on toasted foccacia bread. You could taste a hint of olive oil mixed with rosemary and inside was an indescribably wonderful stacking of Italian meats and cheese with just the right amount of lettuce and tomato. On display at this establishment, is a stunning tribute to dessert. Not just cannoli, but lobster tails, whoopie pies, tiramisu, the list is endless. When I'm pregnant, I'm going there and trying one of everything. When the time comes, let me know if you would like to join! It's worth the road trip- trust me!
In my fridge right now, is dessert - a cookies & cream cannoli and a peanut butter cannoli. The plan is to go halvsies with Kevin so I can sample both and my mouth is literally salivating right now at the thought of it.
PS- Thanks very much to my pal Helen who's wedding gift arrived yesterday - Food Network Magazine Cookbook and cookbook holder. I just finished concocting a masterpiece from it (Chicken with Apple, Onion and Cider Sauce) and was so excited not to have to worry about holding the page down to follow the recipe!
Today, I went on a quest to pick up a John Deere cart for Kevin's tractor since the big concrete pour party is coming up this Saturday. I took the trip with my mother's new beau, a very sweet Italian man who describes himself as looking like he belongs on a pizza box. We needed use of his truck, since I'm pretty sure any John Deere attachments would not fit in my car.
Afterwards, we went to Wholly Cannoli (more like Holy Cannoli, but I think that might be ripping off an old Ben & Jerry's flavor). I had an AMAZING Italian sandwich on toasted foccacia bread. You could taste a hint of olive oil mixed with rosemary and inside was an indescribably wonderful stacking of Italian meats and cheese with just the right amount of lettuce and tomato. On display at this establishment, is a stunning tribute to dessert. Not just cannoli, but lobster tails, whoopie pies, tiramisu, the list is endless. When I'm pregnant, I'm going there and trying one of everything. When the time comes, let me know if you would like to join! It's worth the road trip- trust me!
In my fridge right now, is dessert - a cookies & cream cannoli and a peanut butter cannoli. The plan is to go halvsies with Kevin so I can sample both and my mouth is literally salivating right now at the thought of it.
PS- Thanks very much to my pal Helen who's wedding gift arrived yesterday - Food Network Magazine Cookbook and cookbook holder. I just finished concocting a masterpiece from it (Chicken with Apple, Onion and Cider Sauce) and was so excited not to have to worry about holding the page down to follow the recipe!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I may have fixed the commenting problem...
First off, a big thanks to those of you that read my blog. I'm really glad I can bring a little laughter to your day!
Secondly, several people have mentioned that they had tried to comment, but had a problem doing so. I fooled around a bit in the settings, so I may have solved the issue, so please try again! If it still isn't working, give me a heads up!
I seriously need to stop...
watching Lifetime movies when Kevin is working late hours. It just makes me freaked out and paranoid!
It was a real good one, about a suburban housewife (I thought I could relate) who spies on her neighbor because she suspects he has people locked in his basement, and of course he does- with a couple of twists thrown in. Very suspenseful!
I should have taken my friend Rebecca's advice and watched something light after - possibly one of the Full House dvds she very graciously let me borrow. I decided to read instead, which was probably a mistake. Every creak, groan, normal house sound, made me jump out of my skin. I went around and made sure all the windows and doors were locked. As it happens, I guess I was a little overly cautious.
Close to midnight, two or three loud knocks came from my front door. Now, on some level, I did think that it was probably Kevin, but I knew he couldn't have forgotten his keys since he drove home. My heart started to race as I pictured the horror that could possibly unfold. But then I also thought, if someone was going to break in, why would they knock first? Doesn't that take away the element of surprise?
You know what I did next? I hid. I hid, by making myself as flat as possible on the couch so you couldn't see me from the kitchen window. This is the master plan of someone who has had 2 glasses of Little Penguin wine and has clearly been watching too much tv. I grabbed my phone and texted Kevin, "Is that you?". I wanted to be sure before I grabbed any sort of weaponry. I waited for him to respond, anticipating him saying, "What are you talking about? I'm still on the road." Finally, my phone chimes. I look and it says, "Yes it's me - you locked me out!".
Turns out, I had the screen door locked so he couldn't get in. He also said he saw me through the kitchen window and watched as I went into my brilliant hiding place.
Next time Kevin works late, I'm inviting a friend over.
It was a real good one, about a suburban housewife (I thought I could relate) who spies on her neighbor because she suspects he has people locked in his basement, and of course he does- with a couple of twists thrown in. Very suspenseful!
I should have taken my friend Rebecca's advice and watched something light after - possibly one of the Full House dvds she very graciously let me borrow. I decided to read instead, which was probably a mistake. Every creak, groan, normal house sound, made me jump out of my skin. I went around and made sure all the windows and doors were locked. As it happens, I guess I was a little overly cautious.
Close to midnight, two or three loud knocks came from my front door. Now, on some level, I did think that it was probably Kevin, but I knew he couldn't have forgotten his keys since he drove home. My heart started to race as I pictured the horror that could possibly unfold. But then I also thought, if someone was going to break in, why would they knock first? Doesn't that take away the element of surprise?
You know what I did next? I hid. I hid, by making myself as flat as possible on the couch so you couldn't see me from the kitchen window. This is the master plan of someone who has had 2 glasses of Little Penguin wine and has clearly been watching too much tv. I grabbed my phone and texted Kevin, "Is that you?". I wanted to be sure before I grabbed any sort of weaponry. I waited for him to respond, anticipating him saying, "What are you talking about? I'm still on the road." Finally, my phone chimes. I look and it says, "Yes it's me - you locked me out!".
Turns out, I had the screen door locked so he couldn't get in. He also said he saw me through the kitchen window and watched as I went into my brilliant hiding place.
Next time Kevin works late, I'm inviting a friend over.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
My Yard is Like a _____________
Disclaimer:
The following analogy is meant to amuse, not offend. If offense is taken by any readers, I apologize in advance. I will try to be as politically correct as possible.
Now that everyone is hooked - here I go. (It's probably not as exciting as you imagined.)
My yard is like an extremely overweight individual who has begun a diet - even after shedding only a few pounds, you can already see a difference.
After extracting not only oodles of weeds, but also 3 dying bushes* I am beginning to see a glimmer of hope that one day I will have a pretty little garden and not something Rudyard Kipling would admire. I still have miles to go before I sleep (Robert Frost allusion- I'm in a literary mood, I guess), but every day it gets better. I'm even, dare I say it, enjoying myself out there.
*Special shout-out and big thank you to my yard boy for the day, Dan. I had nothing to do with the bushes other than saying, "These are the ones, take care of 'em!". I'm also very happy there wasn't a snake living underneath the porch, though hearing him "scream like a girl" would have been priceless.
Off to Swiffer the tile now, since the pink tims tracked in all kinds of dirt. (As long as there are no scary beetles, we're cool!)
Monday, July 11, 2011
A possible, new venture...
I met a woman this past weekend, who is not only a mother of an adorable baby boy, but she also makes her own wine. (Incroyable!) She joined in the bachelorette festivities (with the little one in tow) and found the time to make some delicious, fruity, wine-y concoction that was incredibly refreshing after lying out in the sun all day. I'd just like to mention that she is my new, personal hero.
I never thought of people making their own wine before. Sure, I knew a couple of guys that had home brewery kits and made some sort of moonshine, but wine? How does one even begin?
I admit, the first picture that came into my head was stomping grapes, a la "I love Lucy"-style, but something tells me the process is a little bit more sophisticated than that.
Definitely need to put more research into this prospect... any suggestions?
I never thought of people making their own wine before. Sure, I knew a couple of guys that had home brewery kits and made some sort of moonshine, but wine? How does one even begin?
I admit, the first picture that came into my head was stomping grapes, a la "I love Lucy"-style, but something tells me the process is a little bit more sophisticated than that.
Definitely need to put more research into this prospect... any suggestions?
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Beachy-Keen Jellybean!
Top 10 Reasons Bachelorette Party Numero Uno was a roaring success:
1. I was able to get into the room early to decorate, setup my "Tiki Bar", and find the perfect spot for Maurice aka our "Pin the Macho on the Man" fella.
2. I was able to drink way more than my usual 2 glasses of wine and not get sick, not only one night but 2 nights in a row.
3. I spent an absolutely gorgeous day on the beach. I look sun-kissed and freckled, not like a lobster.
4. Our waitress on Friday night was super sassy. I wish we could have invited her along for the rest of the party.
5. Cupcakes.
6. The tall, British, Gerard Butler lookalike danced with us to Spice Girls. (At least he looked like Gerry after a shot of Patron.)
7. My new friend, McNugget.
8. I knew the bride had an excellent time as we stumbled back to the hotel and she was shouting, "I'm 21!!!" at the top of her lungs. (For the record, the bride is 27.)
9. It was really nice to spend time with a lovely group of girls, including several whom I've never met or only met briefly. They were very polite listening to my ramblings and at least pretended to find me amusing.
10. I love Lynnie.
1. I was able to get into the room early to decorate, setup my "Tiki Bar", and find the perfect spot for Maurice aka our "Pin the Macho on the Man" fella.
2. I was able to drink way more than my usual 2 glasses of wine and not get sick, not only one night but 2 nights in a row.
3. I spent an absolutely gorgeous day on the beach. I look sun-kissed and freckled, not like a lobster.
4. Our waitress on Friday night was super sassy. I wish we could have invited her along for the rest of the party.
5. Cupcakes.
6. The tall, British, Gerard Butler lookalike danced with us to Spice Girls. (At least he looked like Gerry after a shot of Patron.)
7. My new friend, McNugget.
8. I knew the bride had an excellent time as we stumbled back to the hotel and she was shouting, "I'm 21!!!" at the top of her lungs. (For the record, the bride is 27.)
9. It was really nice to spend time with a lovely group of girls, including several whom I've never met or only met briefly. They were very polite listening to my ramblings and at least pretended to find me amusing.
10. I love Lynnie.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Bachelorette Parties are....
the greatest thing since ice cream sundaes...
In this new, modern world, I am proud to be a part of a class of brides where a simple wedding shower is no longer enough. We need more. We need to have just as much, if not more fun, as our male counterparts. We need a chance to cut loose and really go wild. We need a chance to drink, dance and possibly shove some singles down a strange man's banana hammock. I am fortunate to have 3 of these extravaganzas this summer alone!
Bachelorette Party #1 commences tomorrow and lasts until Sunday, so sadly, I will be away until then. This is a beach bash! I'm in charge of decorations, and maybe went a little nuts at iParty. I also found some gems at the Dollar Tree - love that place! I am bursting at the seams to go into detail about the various goodies I bought for this blessed event, but I fear that the bride may be reading and do not want to spoil the surprise.
I will simply have to leave you all in suspense until my return. Cheers!
In this new, modern world, I am proud to be a part of a class of brides where a simple wedding shower is no longer enough. We need more. We need to have just as much, if not more fun, as our male counterparts. We need a chance to cut loose and really go wild. We need a chance to drink, dance and possibly shove some singles down a strange man's banana hammock. I am fortunate to have 3 of these extravaganzas this summer alone!
Bachelorette Party #1 commences tomorrow and lasts until Sunday, so sadly, I will be away until then. This is a beach bash! I'm in charge of decorations, and maybe went a little nuts at iParty. I also found some gems at the Dollar Tree - love that place! I am bursting at the seams to go into detail about the various goodies I bought for this blessed event, but I fear that the bride may be reading and do not want to spoil the surprise.
I will simply have to leave you all in suspense until my return. Cheers!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
My Beetle Adventure
I wish I were talking about my car.
I was walking down the hallway this morning, minding my own business, when I see the shadow of some sort of creature on the floor of my bedroom. I peer around the corner and gasp. Quite possibly the largest bug I have ever seen is waddling across my carpet. (This thing was even bigger than the infamous Cape Cod Spider, which is a different story for a different day.) At first, I honestly thought it was a cockroach and I felt what I can only describe as a mixture of horror and being totally aghast. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be some kind of beetle, though I didn't really look at it long enough to really get a feel for it.
I ran to the bookshelf and found the thickest book in there, one of Kevin's mammoth computer manuals (thanks, Honey.) I hurled it at the beast. Again and again. It seemed impervious to my throws of death. I got so freaked out I left the book on top of it and went and got another, stacking it on top for good measure. I paced back in forth not knowing what to do. I figured I would check to see if it was dead or not. I took one book off and standing as far away as I could, I started to take the other one off. I swear the thing hissed at me! It made some kind of utterance and then I screamed. Like, really screamed. The neighbors probably thought there was an intruder in the house and I was in grave, physical danger - that kind of scream. I tried again and looked. It still seemed alive. Nothing was crushed like when you normally squash a bug. I threw the book back on top and ran.
I was shaking. I admit it! I actually considered going outside and flagging someone down to come help me. I thought of who I could call to exterminate this bad boy. I had some semblance of logic in my mind telling me that I would pretty much be mocked mercilessly, so I just sent Kevin a text asking for suggestions.
After telling me to throw a book at it, (duh, first thing I did) he told me to scoop it up with a spatula and fling it outside. Sheer brilliance! If I could stomach it of course. After removing the book once again and leaping back, it seemed to be pretty still. I started to slide the spatula underneath when it rolled over. I dropped the spatula and let out another shriek. But it was dead. It's menacing little legs were sticking up immobilized. With all the courage I could muster up I got it on to the spatula and cried, "Get out of my house!" as I flung it over the deck railing.
If you're sitting there shaking your head thinking I'm pathetic, here's a link to a picture of it's brother. Brother Beetle of Terror
Click to enlarge. You'll see what I'm talking about.
I was walking down the hallway this morning, minding my own business, when I see the shadow of some sort of creature on the floor of my bedroom. I peer around the corner and gasp. Quite possibly the largest bug I have ever seen is waddling across my carpet. (This thing was even bigger than the infamous Cape Cod Spider, which is a different story for a different day.) At first, I honestly thought it was a cockroach and I felt what I can only describe as a mixture of horror and being totally aghast. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be some kind of beetle, though I didn't really look at it long enough to really get a feel for it.
I ran to the bookshelf and found the thickest book in there, one of Kevin's mammoth computer manuals (thanks, Honey.) I hurled it at the beast. Again and again. It seemed impervious to my throws of death. I got so freaked out I left the book on top of it and went and got another, stacking it on top for good measure. I paced back in forth not knowing what to do. I figured I would check to see if it was dead or not. I took one book off and standing as far away as I could, I started to take the other one off. I swear the thing hissed at me! It made some kind of utterance and then I screamed. Like, really screamed. The neighbors probably thought there was an intruder in the house and I was in grave, physical danger - that kind of scream. I tried again and looked. It still seemed alive. Nothing was crushed like when you normally squash a bug. I threw the book back on top and ran.
I was shaking. I admit it! I actually considered going outside and flagging someone down to come help me. I thought of who I could call to exterminate this bad boy. I had some semblance of logic in my mind telling me that I would pretty much be mocked mercilessly, so I just sent Kevin a text asking for suggestions.
After telling me to throw a book at it, (duh, first thing I did) he told me to scoop it up with a spatula and fling it outside. Sheer brilliance! If I could stomach it of course. After removing the book once again and leaping back, it seemed to be pretty still. I started to slide the spatula underneath when it rolled over. I dropped the spatula and let out another shriek. But it was dead. It's menacing little legs were sticking up immobilized. With all the courage I could muster up I got it on to the spatula and cried, "Get out of my house!" as I flung it over the deck railing.
If you're sitting there shaking your head thinking I'm pathetic, here's a link to a picture of it's brother. Brother Beetle of Terror
Click to enlarge. You'll see what I'm talking about.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Maybe I Should Move to Wisteria Lane
Move over Eva Longoria! I am now a sexy housewife!
This morning I again, fought against those tall, green pests in attempts to beautify my front yard when two guys in a red pick-up truck drove by me and one whistled out the window! I never really thought of weeding as an alluring activity before. My hair was thrown up in a pony tail on the top of my head with little wisps flinging out all over the place. I was wearing a t-shirt and old cut-off shorts and the aforementioned pink Timberland boots. I had not a stitch of makeup on and was sweating profusely. How this is somehow attractive, I will never know. Maybe they were honking to be ironic?
I'm sure I looked just as hot a few hours later as I scrubbed the toilets and Windexed my mirrors. I have to keep that glass looking spotless after all. How else would I look at my perfect, dirt-speckled face?
Monday, July 4, 2011
Who Knew?
I didn't realize I was marrying such a handyman!
We've been living in the house for over a month now, so I have to take the time to give credit where credit is due.
Kevin knows how to do way more "house-y" things than I ever could imagine. He's a superb lawn boy (and looks quite cute on his tractor), is great with a caulking gun, is a driller extraordinaire, and I'm seriously considering pimping him out as an electrician. He not only single-handedly hung our chandelier, he's researching how to install outlets in our basement. It sounds like he really knows what he's talking about too, because he keeps throwing around words like "hot wire" and "receptacle". Honestly, any takers? My cut can go to my shoe fund.
We've been living in the house for over a month now, so I have to take the time to give credit where credit is due.
Kevin knows how to do way more "house-y" things than I ever could imagine. He's a superb lawn boy (and looks quite cute on his tractor), is great with a caulking gun, is a driller extraordinaire, and I'm seriously considering pimping him out as an electrician. He not only single-handedly hung our chandelier, he's researching how to install outlets in our basement. It sounds like he really knows what he's talking about too, because he keeps throwing around words like "hot wire" and "receptacle". Honestly, any takers? My cut can go to my shoe fund.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Serenity Now!
My backyard is the perfect meditation haven. It's full of lush, tall trees. There is a chorus of birds singing melodically. The sun is warm, yet there's a slight, gentle breeze. And all is quiet. Except this morning.
I'm breathing deeply and can hear my neighbor across the street playing music in the background as he works outside. No big deal. But all of a sudden, he jacks up the volume with the fervor of hearing a really great song that you just have to blast. It is time to rock out!
Apparently, he's rocking out to Foreigner. Yes, he is waiting for a girl like you, which on a side note, is the love theme to the 1984, smash Kevin Bacon hit, Footloose.
I eventually get past this and settle back into clearing my mind of thought. After a few minutes, another familiar song chimes in and this time I just can't contain myself. There I am, sitting on my deck on one of my yoga blocks absolutely cracking up because I'm now meditating to Human League's "Don't You Want Me". For those of you who have no idea what I'm referring to you, this song was recently used in a Chips Ahoy commercial where the cookie is driving along the road and then gets eaten by a mysterious hand from the sky.
While it would have been more peaceful if he were blaring Enya, this was definitely a spirit-lifter. And who doesn't like to start their day with a good belly laugh?
I'm breathing deeply and can hear my neighbor across the street playing music in the background as he works outside. No big deal. But all of a sudden, he jacks up the volume with the fervor of hearing a really great song that you just have to blast. It is time to rock out!
Apparently, he's rocking out to Foreigner. Yes, he is waiting for a girl like you, which on a side note, is the love theme to the 1984, smash Kevin Bacon hit, Footloose.
I eventually get past this and settle back into clearing my mind of thought. After a few minutes, another familiar song chimes in and this time I just can't contain myself. There I am, sitting on my deck on one of my yoga blocks absolutely cracking up because I'm now meditating to Human League's "Don't You Want Me". For those of you who have no idea what I'm referring to you, this song was recently used in a Chips Ahoy commercial where the cookie is driving along the road and then gets eaten by a mysterious hand from the sky.
While it would have been more peaceful if he were blaring Enya, this was definitely a spirit-lifter. And who doesn't like to start their day with a good belly laugh?
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Kitchen Joy & Wedding Stress
So I have officially christened my kitchen!
(Get your mind out of the gutter - this isn't that kind of blog!)
I just finished making an enormous pot of homemade marinara sauce which I haven't been able to do in a very long time. For some reason, nothing says home like fresh sauce simmering on the stove. It's so comforting. I've cooked in my new kitchen already of course, but somehow the sauce makes it real. I live here.
(Get your mind out of the gutter - this isn't that kind of blog!)
I just finished making an enormous pot of homemade marinara sauce which I haven't been able to do in a very long time. For some reason, nothing says home like fresh sauce simmering on the stove. It's so comforting. I've cooked in my new kitchen already of course, but somehow the sauce makes it real. I live here.
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I've been engaged for well over a year and have done the majority of my wedding planning without feeling stressed out or worried, but now I'm afraid that ship has sailed. I'm starting to feel the pangs of WPS (Wedding Planning Stress, if you're a lay person). The place we're getting married at can't do the rehearsal the night before because there's another wedding and several other functions going on, so the sales rep told me my options are Friday afternoon or Thursday night. I've been asking the bridal party and family members what would work best and everyone is being really friendly and accommodating, but I feel terrible thinking I'm inconveniencing anyone! To make matters worse, most people want to stay over the Friday night before (which of course makes sense, it's a day wedding) but I could only get five rooms blocked for that night. If more people want to stay, I don't know what to do. Hope the place can give me more rooms? Research other hotels/motels in the area? I hate putting people out! I want everyone to have a good time and not feel like they had to jump through all of these hoops. I don't just expect people to respond to my every whim because I'm the bride. Maybe I should watch a "Bridezillas" marathon - that might make me feel a little better about myself right now!
I know in the grand scheme of life this is not a huge deal...but Blog knows it feels better to get this all off my chest.
I know in the grand scheme of life this is not a huge deal...but Blog knows it feels better to get this all off my chest.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Money, Mean-Eating Plants, and Matrimony
It's the first of the month. Formerly the day we would be paying rent, but now we're dishing out our first mortgage payment. It seems very adult-y and exciting, but I know this is just a passing fancy. A few more of these and the purse strings will really need to be tightened. And this would be an old purse, from last season, because now that I'm a homeowner, I can't afford to be shopping for new purses. Unless of course, there's a really cute one on sale at T.J. Maxx.
In other news, the Weed War of 2011 still rages on. I had to request back up from my extremely kind, new neighbor to inquire whether or not something was a weed or possibly a Venus Fly-Trap. Luckily, I was not eaten alive by Audrey III as I mightily uprooted it from the earth.
I also got my wedding-planning on today. It took me an hour and a half to fill out 5 pages of paperwork regarding menu choices, even though we decided to "keep it simple" and just go with the one delicious choice of roasted native turkey with cornbread stuffing. Perfect for an autumn wedding right? Anyhow, some people may not be of the "let's choose your napkin color" persuasion, but I actually really get into all of this. Maybe I should consider moonlighting.
In other news, the Weed War of 2011 still rages on. I had to request back up from my extremely kind, new neighbor to inquire whether or not something was a weed or possibly a Venus Fly-Trap. Luckily, I was not eaten alive by Audrey III as I mightily uprooted it from the earth.
I also got my wedding-planning on today. It took me an hour and a half to fill out 5 pages of paperwork regarding menu choices, even though we decided to "keep it simple" and just go with the one delicious choice of roasted native turkey with cornbread stuffing. Perfect for an autumn wedding right? Anyhow, some people may not be of the "let's choose your napkin color" persuasion, but I actually really get into all of this. Maybe I should consider moonlighting.
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