Well I'm on my second cup of coffee. What? Don't judge me. It makes an excellent chaser for Robitussin. We're down to using toilet paper for tissue, since we've decimated the Puffs Plus around here.
The house is covered in laundry [that I haven't gotten around to putting away yet] and mulch from our trip to the park yesterday.
I haven't done much of value this morning, other than microwaving breakfast and packing Lee's lunch.
But somehow, somehow...despite the mounds of dirty tissues, the littering of toys left underfoot, the towers of laundry...I hereby declare that today will be a great day.
Don't ask me how I know.
I just do.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Where we were when we weren't here
Well, hello.
Sorry for the absence if you noticed that there was one. Mary Bullock and I accompanied Lee on a trip to Tampa Friday and Saturday. It probably would have been more fun had our sniffles not turned into full on yuckiness on the way down there. But we did get to see the Florida Aquarium before we headed back, which was pretty cool.
Since then, I have to say that I've spent most of my time dwelling in my own snotty, coughy misery. And also, reading this book
which is one of the best I've read in a long time. I have about 30 pages left and had to put it down last night before I really wanted to. Then I dreamed about it all night. Have you ever read a book that made its way into your dreams?
I have one other piece of awesomeness today, too! Remember this?
I finished my last bottle last week and was sad to begin what I thought would be a long, mocha-less wait till next holiday season. And then I saw this on the shelf at Publix on Sunday!
God bless you, Nestle. I will enjoy this all year, thank you very much.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
So Ugly It's Cute
Listen, I love cute things as much as the next person. I cry at cotton commercials because they remind me of baby lambs.
Not really*, but you see what I mean.
But sometimes I just love things because they are so stinking ugly, they're irresistible.
Wonky eyes get me every time.
*I mean, I do cry at cotton commercials, but not because they remind me of baby lambs. That was a dramatization.
Not really*, but you see what I mean.
But sometimes I just love things because they are so stinking ugly, they're irresistible.
Wonky eyes get me every time.
See what I mean?
*I mean, I do cry at cotton commercials, but not because they remind me of baby lambs. That was a dramatization.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Cuisin[heart]
Ok, I'm about to admit something to you that is very embarrassing.
Up until about 15 minutes ago, I was afraid of my Cuisinart. Like, serious fear. I got it for Christmas two years ago, and I didn't even unpack it. It has been sitting up in the cabinet right where Lee put it, with the twisty-tie still around the cord.
I had very good intentions of making Mary Bullock's baby food, and then couldn't actually gather the courage to get the thing down. Besides, I figure those Gerber people probably know what they're doing by now.
I was embarrassed by it then, but tonight, when I decided that trying it was probably better than grating an onion, I realized just how embarrassing my Cuisinart-phobia actually is.
Turns out, the Cuisinart only has two buttons.
Up until about 15 minutes ago, I was afraid of my Cuisinart. Like, serious fear. I got it for Christmas two years ago, and I didn't even unpack it. It has been sitting up in the cabinet right where Lee put it, with the twisty-tie still around the cord.
I had very good intentions of making Mary Bullock's baby food, and then couldn't actually gather the courage to get the thing down. Besides, I figure those Gerber people probably know what they're doing by now.
I was embarrassed by it then, but tonight, when I decided that trying it was probably better than grating an onion, I realized just how embarrassing my Cuisinart-phobia actually is.
Turns out, the Cuisinart only has two buttons.
And I took a picture of this just in case Lee didn't believe that I actually did it:
Oh man, this is so much easier than cutting! The hardest part was getting the bowl off. Good thing I have reinforcements. Laura's advice? Jerk it to the left.
Done and done.
1 Resolution down, 9 to go!
Lee and I put some major time into the hall closet this weekend, so on day 11 I can actually mark one New Year's Resolution off of my list!
We even threw out some love letters while we were at it. It was harder than we thought it would be, throwing out evidence of our lives before each other. In the end, though, given our limited storage capacity, the evidence of our lives together wins the closet space.
[Update: speaking of evidence of our lives together, Lee's major project for the weekend was organizing our massive CD and DVD collection. Guess what we found? The never before watched DVD of our rehearsal dinner! So Mary Bullock and I watched it today! Fun times. We looked so young. And skinny.]
The resolution I'm having the most trouble with is actually the exercising, even though I'd really like to be doing it instead of being trapped in the house. It's just hard to justify taking Mary Bullock out for a run when it's 35 degrees outside. When it warms up, though...I'm on it. Swear.
We even threw out some love letters while we were at it. It was harder than we thought it would be, throwing out evidence of our lives before each other. In the end, though, given our limited storage capacity, the evidence of our lives together wins the closet space.
[Update: speaking of evidence of our lives together, Lee's major project for the weekend was organizing our massive CD and DVD collection. Guess what we found? The never before watched DVD of our rehearsal dinner! So Mary Bullock and I watched it today! Fun times. We looked so young. And skinny.]
The resolution I'm having the most trouble with is actually the exercising, even though I'd really like to be doing it instead of being trapped in the house. It's just hard to justify taking Mary Bullock out for a run when it's 35 degrees outside. When it warms up, though...I'm on it. Swear.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Happy Birthday, Fish Prince!
In honor of Lee's birthday, today I'm going to tell you about the camping trip he took last weekend, which is-- I'm sure-- a Birthday Thing of his. [Excuse the iphone pictures.]
First there was a gang of boys. Men, to be exact. A few brave wives/girlfriends, but mostly men.
And also one brave dog.
And there were even some leg holsters like Lara Croft, Tomb Raider.
And there was a shooting contest--because they wouldn't be boys if it did not turn into some sort of contest.
They made loud noises, drank keg beer, ate something that used to have a heartbeat for dinner, and slept outside despite temperatures in the upper 20s.
To Lee, I don't think 24 hours could get any better.
First there was a gang of boys. Men, to be exact. A few brave wives/girlfriends, but mostly men.
And also one brave dog.
And lots of guns, the names of which I do not know or care to know, but which seem make men happy and therefore must be cool.
There was a skeet thrower...
And there were even some leg holsters like Lara Croft, Tomb Raider.
And there was a shooting contest--because they wouldn't be boys if it did not turn into some sort of contest.
They made loud noises, drank keg beer, ate something that used to have a heartbeat for dinner, and slept outside despite temperatures in the upper 20s.
To Lee, I don't think 24 hours could get any better.
Happy Birthday, Fish Prince.
Thirty-three is your year.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Love Letters: Keep or Toss?
I decided since Mary Bullock likes to go through junk and throw it on the floor anyway, we might as well work together on the hall closet. It's located right outside of her nursery, so doing it during her nap really wasn't an option, anyway.
So, after lunch we dug in. I got almost everything out except these boxes.
The two shoe boxes are Lee's love letters. [The larger plastic bin actually contains his baseball card collection. YES. THIS IS WHAT WE ARE USING OUR PRIME STORAGE REAL ESTATE FOR.]
Ahem.
The flowered box contains the only love letters that I have kept. [And Lee calls me a pack rat.]
Whenever we clean out this closet, [if you can believe that we have ever cleaned it out before, given its prior state] it always comes down to this. He hasn't been able to actually throw them away yet. In his defense, they are not all love letters. Many are. [If you have ever figured prominently in my husband's life, by the way, I have read your letters.] But others are letters that his grandfather wrote to him when he was in college, cards from his mother and grandmothers-- precious things. Those won't go anywhere.
But the love letters. Hm. I vote for burning. [Except the ones from me, of course.]
What do you think? What have you done with your old love letters?
So, after lunch we dug in. I got almost everything out except these boxes.
The two shoe boxes are Lee's love letters. [The larger plastic bin actually contains his baseball card collection. YES. THIS IS WHAT WE ARE USING OUR PRIME STORAGE REAL ESTATE FOR.]
Ahem.
The flowered box contains the only love letters that I have kept. [And Lee calls me a pack rat.]
Whenever we clean out this closet, [if you can believe that we have ever cleaned it out before, given its prior state] it always comes down to this. He hasn't been able to actually throw them away yet. In his defense, they are not all love letters. Many are. [If you have ever figured prominently in my husband's life, by the way, I have read your letters.] But others are letters that his grandfather wrote to him when he was in college, cards from his mother and grandmothers-- precious things. Those won't go anywhere.
But the love letters. Hm. I vote for burning. [Except the ones from me, of course.]
What do you think? What have you done with your old love letters?
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