Sunday, September 22, 2013

Our Weekend

Happy first day of fall!  I've thrown away the dead ferns, replaced the wax in the candle warmers with fall scents, and pulled fall clothes to the front of the closet.  I'm ready for cooler weather, the fair, and a trip to the pumpkin patch!

We had a great weekend!  Yesterday we planned to go to the annual Apple Festival, but it was cloudy and drizzly, so we went out to breakfast and shopping instead.  I found a dress for Kesha's bachelorette party next weekend!  It's black and short and a little tighter than what I'm normally comfortable with--so it's perfect!  Haha!  Y'all, I normally don't discuss weight on the blog, but it's no secret I've been trying to lose weight since Aniston was born.  It has been a slow process, and I'm still not at my goal weight, but looking in the mirror in the fitting room felt so good!  (I'm still not a fan of my arms, though--if I start lifting weights now, can I tone those up by next Saturday night? No? What?)

I also went grocery shopping yesterday, which normally isn't exciting at all BUT I found a (kind of) nearby grocery store that has a Starbucks.  I'm not sure how I missed this.  So, while grocery shopping, I sipped a Pumpkin Spice Latte.  I think it was the most relaxed I've ever been.  The aisles were wide, the lighting was nice, and it wasn't crowded at all.  I would say this was life changing, but that sounds a little dramatic and we all know I'm never that.  I announced to B that I was going to have a weekly date with this store--alone.  I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about next Saturday morning.

We went to church this morning (where Aniston spent most of her time looking under pews for the elusive imaginary doggy) and then spent the rest of the day at home.  I made red velvet cookies FROM SCRATCH--and we all know that I'm not a made from scratch kind of girl.  I cannot begin to describe how proud of myself I am.  I also cannot begin to describe the horror of realizing some red food coloring had splattered on the kitchen wall.  See, that's the kind of stuff that never happens with the ready-to-bake break apart cookies!

B cooked ribs and my parents, Eric, and Chelsea came for dinner and corn hole before watching the Steelers/Bears game.  I would've taken pictures, but it was a serious time.  B and I won both games we played.  Turns out, we're a pretty good team.  Who knew?

In other, less-fun and non-weekend news, we found out on Thursday that after seven years of marriage I've managed to give B an ulcer. (Probably because things like the red food coloring disaster happen around here on a regular basis. Ha!) I'm just kidding about me being the cause of it, but, seriously, this has been an ordeal.  He also may have stuff going on with his pancreas and gallbladder, too, but is being treated for the ulcer first.  More tests are coming up in the next few weeks, so any prayers would be appreciated--for both  him and me. ;)

Have a great week, everyone!

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Friday Confessions....

...on Saturday...because that's just how life is.  But Better late than never! is practically my personal motto, so let's confess, shall we? :)

-I stayed up until after 3am last night addressing Kesha's wedding invitations and watching Top Gun.  I'm not sure why I chose Top Gun, but, really, what decisions made at 3am can be explained?

-Kesha also sent me a text last night that said, "You got a minute to talk?"  The conversation lasted for, oh, two and a  half hours.  After I got off the phone, the text was still on my screen.  I considered calling back to point out the irony, but thought my phone might melt.  Ha!  (Love you, K!)

-Aniston is on a Peter Rabbit kick that will.not.end. 

-B is concerned about Peter Rabbit's morality and the things he's teaching our daughter.  Like stealing.  And trickery.  However, when given the choice between Peter Rabbit and Barney (who sings about saying please and thank you and treating people kindly), B will choose Peter Rabbit every time.  Questionable morals or not, Peter will not make you lose your mind as fast as Barney will.

-I broke out the fall decorations last weekend and it made me so happy!  I love summer, but it's time to let it go.  Not to mention I've managed to successfully kill all the ferns on our front porch, so we might as well move on to mums. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

High School and a Nail Salon

So last week's post (as in, singular, because that's all I could manage last week) was written in the dance studio. This week's is coming to you from the nail salon, because (1) I'm a multi-tasker like that, and (2) the only time I have a second to blog is when I'm forced to wait for someone/something. Which is sad, but true. (In case you're wondering, blogging through the Blogger app on my phone is a little difficult.) (Also, modern technology makes waiting so much more bearable.) (But probably doesn't help my ADD tendencies.)

Anyway. Moving on to the point of this pointless post.

I'm sitting near two high school girls who are discussing the drama of the day--loudly--in full out he-said, she-said mode.   They're also venting about the unfairness of the dress code. Dollar bills are apparently being used to check the dress code for shorts--they can't be more than a bill from the top of your knee.

This conversation is pretty educational, really.  And it makes me want to pull money out of my wallet just to have a visual of this awful, completely unacceptable rule created by people who are clearly intent on ruining lives. 

Sometimes I miss high school. Because when was the last time my thoughts only consisted of dates, going out with friends, football games, and the occasional homework assignment? 

High school, that's when. (Maybe college too, but the homework was more serious.  The fun was also more serious, but that's another post.)

You spend most of high school wanting to grow up and experience life. Then life happens with its mortgages and bills and toddlers who decide they're nocturnal and husbands who think cleaning the kitchen after dinner means just dumping the dishes into the sink even though the dishwasher is right there (I'm still not over that, B) and you're left thinking, "Seriously?! What was I thinking, rushing to grow up?!"

I'd like to tell these girls that. And that no one  ever died from following a dress code. 

But I won't because I might sound old. And I most definitely am not old. 

(Even if I think the dollar bill rule is kind of reasonable.)