Monday, November 29, 2010

M.I.A. but Not the Rapper

Today marks the start of my most insane, crazy, busy, hectic, stressful week of the entire year. And that is no exaggeration. To say my job hinges on this week is a bit of an over-statement, but the reality is, that it kinda does. Since you may or may not know what I do for a living, and since I vowed to keep that out of this to ensure the stability of my job from being blog-fired, just trust me when I say it will be mayhem.
But good mayhem. The more people, the better.
So, with that being said, just wanted to let you know I'll probably be MIA until this coming weekend. (Unless I start digging through archives!)
Try not to forget about me!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sound Bite Sunday

I feel like a lot of my songs lately have been a little, let's say, gloomy. So, with it being just after Thanksgiving and all, I thought I would share a song that to me, is a little more upbeat. Well, not technically upbeat, but the lyrics are happier.
Anyway... I first heard this song round about my freshman year of college. I liked it. I knew the words. I kinda forgot about it for years though. Until I met Puff. Somehow I stumbled across it in the year leading up to our engagement and realized it was the song I was destined to walk down the aisle to. (Of course I couldn't do something traditional! Duh! How boring and totally NOT me!) Then in the spring during our engagement, I bought the new Lifehouse album that had a special second disc. When I was listening to it, there was a live version of this song and it was just destined to be. I almost teared up listening to it on the car ride home that night! 
When you listen to the song, there is a perfect tempo change that was the exact moment that I timed for me to walk down the aisle. Oh so perfect! I loved how it worked out! I even had to print the lyrics of the song in our wedding programs. That way, everyone who didn't know the song (which was probably all but like 3 people... my husband didn't even know it!) could read the lyrics and understand the beauty in it. I will now always hold this song close to my heart. It's beautiful. It's amazing. And it reminds me of the love of my life.
Everything by Lifehouse
Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.

You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my're everything.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything,everything
You're all I want your all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.

And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Slackass Saturday

Did you like my witty new title for when I'm not around on a Friday to do my Flash Bulb post? It's like I'm a Wizard of Words!
Moving forward... since I don't have any photos of turkeys or Dallas Cowboys football games handy, I figured I would post a picture of something that makes me thankful. Confused yet? Really? Old ratty chairs don't make YOU thankful? What is wrong with America? ::sigh::
Puff and I took a jam-packed weekend tour of the Smokies in June 2009 to celebrate our one year anniversary of putting up with each other. We went zorbing (check it out on the InterGoogle - totally worth the $70 a person) and played putt-putt golf in Gatlinburg. We bought salt-water taffy and researched air-brushed t-shirts. (That shit's expensive!) And on the way home, we took the long, winding mountain roads and stumbled across a mill somewhere in the middle of no where. While we were walking about, I spotted this chair, and when I snapped this photo, it instantly became one of my all-time favorites. (So much so that it's hanging framed on the wall in our home office!)
But why does this picture remind me to be thankful? It reminds me of my insanely intense, undying love for Puff. We had such a great time on that anniversary trip and it was a total celebration of our relationship. It was fun and interesting and yet, goofy and cheesy all at the same time.
Which, basically, is us in a nutshell.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

I'm Supposed to be Festive? Ugh...

Happy Paid Day Off to Watch Cowboys Football!!!!
Is there any other reason to get excited for this day?
Hardly not... dry turkey, nasty ass pumpkin flavored things, runny cranberries. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! And don't even get me started on the total ridiculousness of shopping the sales tomorrow. Are the sales really that good that you have to camp out at 4am? I hardly think so.
All that being said, Puff and I are about to hit the road to Atlanta to spend a few days with The MIL. Trust me, I'm less than excited about the entire scenario. However, I'll put on my happy face. On the bright side, we're supposed to go out to eat today, which means a wider assortment of foods, so hopefully there will be something I can eat. (Oh no wait! Since I first wrote this draft, I've come to find out that The MIL forgot to make us dinner reservations! Thanksgiving at McDonalds... here we come!) And yes, that dreaded shopping. Tomorrow marks my second ever (in my entire almost 30 years of existence) that I have ever gone shopping on Black Friday. Again, less than thrilled. Although I guess they just assumed that since I survived last year, they would once again test my sanity and resiliance against the public and mass stupidity.
Am I missing anything? Oh yeah... what am I thankful for? Well, Cowboys football, is probably numero uno today. (Did I just say that out loud?) Of course I meant that my husband and family are tops on my list! In all sincerity... my family, my friends, my health, my life, my opportunities are all amazing and yes, I am truly thankful for them.
I'd ask you what you're thankful for, but apparently my readers are slack-asses since the last "Reader Participation Day" failed miserably. If you feel so compelled, leave a comment. But mostly, just enjoy the time with family (say hi to my family if you see them) and cross your fingers for a Cowboys win! (Because yes, really, that is the only redeeming quality of this holiday!)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Roach Babies: Part Deux

Dum, dum, dum, dum... DUMMMMMM!!!!
::sigh:: My bow-tied dermatologist diagnosed that mysterious bump on my stomach last week. And unfortunately, Puff and I will not be having roach babies. Yes, I'm sure you share in our disappointment. Perhaps God just has bigger and better plans for us in store.
Yeah, it's just a dermatofibroma. (How's that for a name?!?!) Apparently, that's just some fancy-schmancy term for weird-ass bump. A search on the InterGoogle has lead me to a page that describes it as "like an iceberg" since there is more to see under the surface. Yummy!
In reality, it's a benign tumor growing on my stomach. However, if it gets any bigger, I've got to go back right away. In the meantime, I guess I just learn to live with this thing. Except sometimes I really just wish I could pop it like a giant zit. So far, that seems to be fruitless. It's not budging.
Stupid stubbon dermatofibroma-roach baby. Stubborn just like it's mama!
UPDATE: Since I wrote this draft, I talked to my dad about this dermatocrap-thingie and apparently he's had them too. First he gives me his janky baby toenails and then this. Geez, thanks Dad!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Sound Bite Sunday

I hate that in life, so many songs just seem to be about heartache or a bad break up. Or at least those seem to be the times when songs strike a chord and hit home. When I was a freshman/sophomore in college, I was in a pretty bad relationship. In hindsight, we just weren't good for each other, and I know he has matured and grown and gotten married and is expecting his second child. And I am happy for him. But that doesn't mean that, at the time, my 19 year old heart wasn't broken and torn apart, time and time again, when he cheated on me (to be fair, I cheated on him too) and when he ultimately left me for a girl who posted pictures of herself on the internet while only wearing a thong. (She kinda reminds me of The Slutasian!)
But during the summer of 2001, while working the most kickass internship ever, and meeting one of my best friends (Truck Stop Lizard - he gets a nickname because he asked politely), the band Journey released the album, "Arrival." And from one song to the next, it took me from songs of love to songs of break up to songs of renewed passion and joy for life. I know, without a doubt, I would not have gotten through that entire nasty relationship and subsequent depression, had it not been for that little piece of me who can latch on to other's words and see the meaning behind them. No, those words didn't come from someone in the church or a family member. No, the words that helped me heal came from a rock band. And for those of you who truly know me, you would never expect anything different.
To Be Alive Again by Journey (post Steve Perry)
Doin' time... where it takes you
You know it's time that can break you
We get caught in a moment...
Just steep walkin' most of our lives

In your mind (when you need it)
With a song (to help you believe it)
You can reinvent your world
Anytime you like

To be alive again...
Wakin' up from where you been
Younger now than you were then
You're comin' 'round again
Do you remember when...
Life was so much simpler then
Like summer nights that never end

To be alive again

Find the smile...
You've been missin'
There's someone that you could be kissin'
So open your eyes and you'll see
What's been there all along

Letting go (of your feelings)
With doubt and fear (you don't need it)
Break the chains on the heart of the soul
That's been waiting so long

To be alive again...
Wakin' up from where you been
Younger now than you were then
You're comin' 'round again
Do you remember when...
Life was so much simpler then
Like summer nights that never end

To be alive again

You're not among the walkin' wounded anymore
There's a time to fall
There's a time to rise above it all

To be alive again...
Wakin' up from where you been
Younger now than you were then
You're comin' 'round again
Do you remember when...
Life was so much simpler then
Like summer nights that never end

To be alive again

(The lines above that I bolded are some of the most poignant in all of music to me. Even though I'm happily married now, part of me will always hold on to that.)

Friday, November 19, 2010

Flash Bulb Friday!

5 years ago, I went on the trip of a lifetime.It was such a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment into what I want and need out of life, that I remember the place for what it was and what it taught me. In my mind, there is no place more magnificent, gorgeous, free, mesmerizing, mystical, enchanting, carefree, delightful, daring, challenging, mysterious and yet, like home, than New Zealand.
The memories I have of that trip abound and I frequently find myself chatting about the amazing places I saw. From the greenest rolling hills to the most pristine beaches to the most craggy & imposing mountain peaks to Milford Sound (look it up on the InterGoogle) every twist and turn brought me closer to peace. The thing that I remember most are the friendly and welcoming people. The Kiwis have the most amazing outlook on life. After spending two weeks there, among them, you can see how their life is inspired by their surroundings and you just, literally, never want to leave.
It's funny how I saw all those interesting places and sweeping vistas, yet this is the photo I chose to share. It was our second to last night in New Zealand. We had stopped in the most out of the way lodge one could find, on the shores of Lake Ohau. It's just a dot on the map... if it's even on a map. Standing on the patio, cocktail in hand, surrounded by new friends, I felt like I was experiencing a place that no one had ever seen before. The ripples on the lake seemed to be perfectly made by angel's wings. Mt. Cook stood looming in the distance as we watched the sunset. Yet, over on a picnic table, near the edge of the water, were these rocks. I'm not sure the story behind them... a bored drunkard playing with them over a beer or a child from earlier collecting them at the lake's edge and setting them out to dry, perhaps? But it just spoke to me, in some strange way, and I climbed up on top of the table, with my cheap, old point & shoot digital, and snapped one of my all-time favorite photos. Somehow, for some reason, this photo just embodied my experience there.
Deep in my heart, I know I will get back to this place again. Puff and I have decided it will be our 10 year wedding anniversary treat to ourselves. The prospect of it excites every piece of me. It will be so much better to experience it with someone who wants to be there and will enjoy every second of it. Puff will relish in the twists & turns of the mountain roads and I can just see him hiking trails and sipping water from glacial fed streams. And I just know we'll find a wide, empty field to tramp through and stand alone with our arms out-stretched, twirling to look in every direction to soak up some of God's best work. And hopefully, we can fall in love with not only New Zealand together, but maybe fall in love with each other all over again. The land of the Kiwi's has amazing powers.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Redecorating Redo

I thought I'd just let this be the week of redecorating here at My Choice, Not Chance!
Since I already posted about the baby stuff I'm researching when I'm bored, I figured I'd just continue it on with a little update on the visit we had from a realtor. A friend of a friend is a realtor, and much to the dismay of The MIL, she came over this past Saturday for a few hours to go over some things we could do to update the house and get it in shape to sell. We're still not 100% sure if selling will happen as soon as next year or perhaps not for another several years, but it's always good to get some input.

There was discussion of paint (the bathroom will become grey in the near future) and ceiling fans and such. But our biggest eyesore is our kitchen. The white cabinets are fine, but the plaid wallpaper is dated and the white countertop stains and scratches so easily. We had discussed putting up grass cloth wallpaper over the plaid and getting brownish-khakiish (wow, did I just create a new word?) granite countertops. The realtor, surprisingly enough, said she didn't think we needed to do granite. I never, in a million years, thought we could get what we hoped from our house without an updated kitchen. Regardless, we want to move forward with granite. Except... she gave us a great new idea!

Here is a picture of what she suggested to do instead of new wallpaper: bead board. I totally love it (since it sorta harkens back to the Nantucket Pottery Barn house I've always wanted) and supposedly it might be cheaper than new wallpaper. And we could go with a black granite counter instead, which would've been my preference all along. (I love black and white!)

So... I'm asking for feedback. You don't have to leave your name (you can post comments anonymously and without being members) and let me know what you think of the black counters with the white cabinets with the white bead board.

C'mon guys... it's time for reader participation day!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Tik, Tok

You know how people tell you that eventually, your biological clock will start ticking?
Well, I'm pretty sure mine starting to tick about 5 years ago. And loudly.
Cue one failed relationship plus one successful one plus one happy marriage and all that still equals no baby. But don't worry, we're hoping it won't be long. Sure, I still pop that little pill every morning, but eventually, we'll be weening off that and thrusting forward (and backward and forward) trying to conceive a little snuggly, adorable, giggly creature. (I still have time to convince Puff that it's the cool thing to do!)
So... cue a super boring (or rather, procrastination-filled) afternoon at work and what am I doing? Yup... I'm researching car seats and strollers and baby bedding. But c'mon... isn't it adorable?!?!
Product Image Sumersault Geo Brights 10 Piece Crib Set - Multicolor
It even matches the palm tree paintings that are currently in our guest room! Oh, our future baby girl is going to have a styling room! (Did I already mention on this blog how we totally plan to do our son's nursery to look like an Irish pub? Yeah, we're going to be awesome parents. How many babies do you know with beer signs in their nursery?!?! Don't judge; We're trendsetters.)
::sigh:: Can you even imagine me when we do finally get pregnant? We'll have everything we could ever need for the first 3 years of life by the time I'm 5 months pregnant! Hey - never hurts to be prepared!
Update: Since I first wrote this draft, I've since discovered the Crate & Barrel family website of Yup - dangerous! So, here are Killian and Kennedy's future bedding sets. (Insert winky face!)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Sound Bite Sunday

Something a little different today. Instead of a song, just two quotes that were said between Puff and I yesterday. I refuse to give you the context, because somehow that just takes a bit of the fun out of it. Enjoy!

"Black people need dishwashers too!"

"Woah! Not so close to my butthole!"


Saturday, November 13, 2010

It's Sexy Time

No, I don't normally post on Saturdays, but this story from the wonderful world of married life happened last night and it was too funny not to share...

Round about 9:45pm, we were cuddled on the couch with the lights now on and the blinds open. We had just finished watching an episode of CSI: we had taped. When I stood up off the couch, I walked over in front of Puff and turned around and did a quick sexy (yet totally silly at the same time) dance move and teased by pulling my pj bottoms down to reveal my panties.

Except when I turned my head around to see his reaction, I notice there is a car in front of our neighbor's house with the light on inside (so there's a person in it) with a straight sight-line to my little show!!!!

Oh - so when I run into the dark guest bedroom to peek out the window to see what's going on, I realize it's two COPS at our neighbor's house!

Well, you never can call me out for never doing anything nice for a man in uniform!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Flash Bulb Friday!

With Thanksgiving only two weeks away and lots of holiday madness starting just the week after that, I am getting into the holiday spirit! I've already got all my Christmas shopping done... no surprise there! So, this was a picture I took of some really amazingly awesome gigantic ornaments in New York City. Puff and I went there last December for a romantic long weekend. Less than 12 hours after I took this photo, we were engaged! 

Thursday, November 11, 2010


How much crap is too much?
This past weekend, we moved Kimhead an hour and a half from us. It was bittersweet, for sure. She's advancing in her career and is back close to family in the city she really enjoys. It just sucks to have her not right up the road to meet for dinner after a hard day at work. The move entailed a completely packed 24' rental truck, plus our cars packed too... not to mention the trips she had already made in her car in the prior weeks.
I'm not going to pick on her too much (but yes, Kimhead, just a little bit) because I have been guilty of hanging on to things for the wrong reasons before as well. And you know what? It's her crap - so if she wants to keep it crammed in her closets or under her kitchen sink, then who am I to fault her for it? I'm still hanging on to a shirt I bought in Venice when I was 20 because I can't bear the thought of parting with it. Not to mention those satin "rhinestone cowboy" pants from high school that are in a bin in my closet. All that being said, I am definitely grateful that along with getting married & combining households came the sensibility of realizing that just because my grandma gave me something I don't like, doesn't mean I have to keep it. Or that one doesn't need 5 sets of silverware. And if you haven't worn something or used something in over a year, that perhaps, you aren't EVER going to use it or wear it again!
Yet, while I pick on Kimhead about keeping 100 plastic forks and unopened packages of drink umbrellas in her pantry, I am the one with an attic full of boxes and knick-knacks at my Grandma's house. In fairness, I haven't been moving it all around the country with me each time I move though! And every time I watch "Hoarders" or help someone move or hear of someone redecorating their house, I get that pang in my stomach of the guilt and disgust of having so much crap. Yes, at my age, I have too much crap. It just so happens that some of it has been boxed up since my sophomore year of high school, more boxed since 2000, and yet, even more boxed in late 2004ish. Pretty sure if I haven't needed or wanted it yet - I'm not going to need 50 sets of salt & pepper shakers or a backpack from Planet Hollywood.
My dad had a great idea once upon a time - A Memory Box. However, his idea of a memory box exploded into the idea that keeping every single Barbie shoe or McDonalds Happy Meal toy was somehow going to be worth the storage space and the time to sort through it all later in life. I had a yard sale a few years back, and the only thing I mildly regret is that I think I sold some childhood books that would have been great to keep for my own future children. In reality, with the sets of grandparents that our kids are going to inherit, they're never going to want for anything in their entire lives, so gifting my future daughter with a hand-me-down Hungry, Hungry Hippos game probably isn't necessary.
So, what do I do with it? Well, I sell it. Or at least some of it. I had started Memory Boxes last Christmas when I was in The Fort and intend to work on some of that again this next trip home. What goes in a Memory Box? My grandmother's copy of "A Profile in Courage" and ticket stubs from concerts I went to as a child. Perhaps even that plastic Smurf cup I used as a child when I visited my grandma or my favorite bean-baby doll that I got for my first Christmas. What can be sold? Well... that collection of salt & pepper shakers I mentioned, for example, is a good starting point. And nautical knick-knacks accumulated through college. And there are definitely some books and some blankets and some games and some toys that can go too.
However... those "vintage" toys yield a bit of an issue. Do I try to sell them at a yard sale (which is tentatively happening in July 2011 - stay tuned for details!) or do I put them on or try Ebay or Craigslist? There are certainly some people out there who would jump at that Bernstein Bears unopened Happy Meal toy or that mint condition Barbie or those Fisher Price Little People that were small enough to choke on. Any insight is welcome. I think a bit of research is needed to make an informed decision.
In the meantime, while I go through a mental list of what I can toss versus keep from my grandma's attic, I surely hope that Kimhead is planning my next meal for when I visit. I told her I want her to make sure she uses all that crap she wouldn't part with - tiny crock pots, a gigantic roasting pan and asparagus cooker, and yes, I expect a tiny drink umbrella in everything as well.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Sweet, Sweet Loving

Last night, Puff and I met with a rep from a life insurance company to discuss changing the policies I already have, getting one for him, and also got some financial planning information on IRAs. We are so super old! Anyway, we had the meeting at a local Starbucks. Each of us had our drinks (tall hot chocolate with no whipped cream for me - although it came with whipped cream. Really, is it that difficult?!?!) but as we passed the hour mark of sitting there, the guy behind the counter brought us each a donut in a bag. (Yes, they were probably otherwise destined for the trash.)

So... each of the others ate their donut right away, but I wasn't feeling it, so I brought it home with me. Not long after we got home, there was nothing on TV, so we were laying in bed kissing on each other. (Sorry for any mental image there.) Then this happened....

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

Puff: What are you going to do with that donut?

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

Me: Is this supposed to be sexy talk?


Riotous laughter

Being married is awesome :)

Monday, November 8, 2010

Dream Weaver

I am a borderline insomniac.
Thankfully, I have resisted the need to use a sleep aid. So far at least. My dear almost-80 year old grandmother sleeps probably 3 hours a night. Pardon me for a minute while I go pray that it's not genetic.
I was recently reading one of my favorite bloggers and she was discussing the crazy-ass dreams she has while taking the medication, Cymbalta. She was talking about running from things and spiders falling in her bed and lots of other random things. And it occurred to me... I don't even NEED drugs to have dreams that are crazier than that! Could you imagine me on drugs?!?!
It would be wise of me to start a dream journal, where I document each morning the ridiculousness that happens in my head each night. Really, it's no surprise I never feel well-rested. My imagination is on over-drive almost every night. And people wonder why I have to force myself to focus on redecorating my house in order to even fall asleep. Could you imagine the things I would be thinking about if not? It would probably range from freaking out about work to thinking about what to pack for my trip to Europe next summer to wondering why there aren't pink elephants in the wild.
Oh, yes, but those dreams. Sometimes they're seemingly mundane, like my best friend and I becoming cheerleaders. But they go into such detail... right down to the ghetto neighborhood store we had to frequent to buy our new cheerleading outfits and how Miss wouldn't take off her sweatpants under her cheerleader skirt and then we tried to buy Carolina Gamecock hoodies but the Gamecock wasn't the real logo because there was pink and green on it and almost every sweatshirt in the place had rainbow stripes down the sleeves.
Personal favorites from over the years include the cast of Full House murdering my pet collie or the tap dancing penguins in top hats dancing through fire. Or the time that traffic got backed up on the highway because there was a bright blue three-headed turtle on the middle of a bridge. Or that underwater tiger I was desperately trying to swim away from. Maybe it was a lion? Or that time Robbie Williams and I were running from the police and after running down hills and through creeks, he managed to disappear up an embankment just leaving watery footprints. The morning after that dream, I even remembered the license plate number on our getaway car. And I had one recently where Puff left me in the middle of the night to go visit The Slutasian because she had emailed all her friends that she was super sick and dying but turned out she was just on her period.
Maybe if I got back to writing creatively, I could channel some of this vivid imagination and then maybe, just maybe, I could know what it felt like to have a restful night's sleep. One can only wish.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sound Bite Sunday

I posted once before a "theme song" to life by the band Trapt. That's technically my second theme song, since this one came first. Yes, I admit to liking cheesy soft-pop-rock bands sometimes, and Matchbox Twenty is one of my all-time faves. (Although my step-mom is the fanatic who chases Rob Thomas all across the country!) So, here's too all of us who are little different and a little crazy... and always unwell.
Unwell by Matchbox Twenty
All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
I've lost my mind
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be

Friday, November 5, 2010

Flashbulb Friday!

Life has been keeping a sista down lately! Between having only 1 real day off the entire month of October, coupled with the mental drain of a visit from The MIL, I think it all caught up to me yesterday... while working day 11 of 12 straight. I came home sick at lunch feeling feverish, which ultimately dissipated and transformed into a horrific sinus headache. With all of this behind me (and Kimhead's move looming ahead of me this weekend) I am trying to find a happy place. And that happy place keeps landing on that trip to the Caribbean that I took this week, two years ago.

While this isn't necessarily the best or most interesting photo I've ever taken, I will never forget the peace of the moment when we were leaving St. Lucia and this rainbow appeared. It's no wonder St. Lucia is, by far, my favorite place in the Caribbean. Such great memories. Maybe I'll get to go back one day soon.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Birthday Surprises

So yesterday was Puff's 33rd birthday. He's such an old man!
I had gotten him expensive race tickets (refer to the earlier entry about Le Mans) for his birthday gift, but that seemed like such a long time ago, that I thought he needed something else special on his actual birthday. We had dinner at a nice steak restaurant in town that we had never been to before. He got to pick his actual cut of ribeye off a giant hunk of meat they brought table-side. We sat and ate a quiet dinner in the candlelight while looking out into the trees. So romantic!
But I had bigger things up my sleeve. A few months ago, we were watching Ace of Cakes and I asked Puff about what kind of cool birthday cakes he had as a kid. I remembered mine: Care Bears, Rainbow Brite, Cabbage Patch, a football, even a record that said "New Kids on the Block" on it. My parents were rock stars when it came to cool cakes. So, when Puff informed me that he NEVER had a cool cake as a child, it literally broke my heart. And I vowed that birthday 33 was going to include a cool, fun, childish cake. So... he got a Scooby Doo cake. Complete with his name on it! Oh - and an actual Mystery Van that has real wheels, so he can play with it later! I am so the best wife ever.
On top of that, I had found a woman on (no surprise) who had these awesome prints of sayings. Well, I inquired about a custom print and she was more than happy to oblige. Even after hearing what I wanted to say, she just laughed and sent it to me immediately. There's a long story behind it (so don't be offended) but it's going to hang on our bedroom wall, next to Puff's shiny vase and fake sticks, under another print that is the "Choice, Not Chance, Determines Destiny" that is my blog photo. Sometimes, you just need a little whimsy in your life. And I think this print does the trick. Happy birthday, baby. I hope you had a wonderfully memorable day!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Married Talk

In celebration of my dear husband's birthday today, a wonderful moment from the conversations of married people:
Driving home from the grocery store one night...
Puff: When we get home, will you look at this thing on my neck? I think it was a bug bite that turned into a pimple.
Me: I don't think bug bites can turn into pimples.
Puff: Sure they can. It's pretty awesome.
Me: As awesome as the mysterious bump on my stomach that appeared out of no where?
Puff: Is it a bug bite?
Me: Nah... maybe it's a cyst?
Puff: It's a zit.
Me: No... a roach crawled on me in the middle of the night and laid her eggs under my skin.
Puff: So you might have roach babies?
Me: Yup... one day it's just going to open up and tons of little baby roaches are going to crawl out of my stomach, like I'm giving birth to them!
Puff: We should video tape it. It's around Halloween and that would be cool.
Me: Screw video taping it for Halloween. We'd sell that shit to the Today Show and they'd fly us to New York for an interview!
Puff: I like New York. (pause) Sounds like a plan.
We'll keep you posted on the due date for our roach babies!

Monday, November 1, 2010

I'm not Fearless

There are 3 things in this world that terrify me more than anything else:

1) Pigs. They will fool you with their cute noses and oinks. Then, they will eat you. Every last bit of you. And a CSI team will have to pick bone fragments out of pig poo to piece you back together for identification.

2) Revolving Doors. They fool you into thinking they're fun and functional. Yet, when you run into the glass in one, or get trapped inside of one on a cruise ship, the enemies have won.

3) Porta-Potties. Really? Do I need to even explain why? WHAT IF SOMEONE THINKS IT'S FUNNY TO PUSH IT OVER AND YOU GET COVERED IN POOP?

Ah yes, so there are my deepest darkest fears revealed. However, on top of "fears" there are also things that just kinda give me the "heebie-jeebies." Ya know, things like palmetto bugs (cockroaches) and snakes and washcloths.

Yup. Washcloths.

The funny thing about that is that we have an over-abundance of them in our linen closet. This is for two reasons: 1) Puff uses them on occasion to apply a topical medicine and 2) Whenever you mention to Granny that you don't have any washcloths, you will get 20 of them for Christmas. But clean, nicely folded cloths in my linen closet don't worry me. It's the USED ones that freak me out. Namely, ones used by other people outside of me and Puff.

Cue a visit from The MIL this past weekend. (The visit probably warrants a rant in and of itself, but I'll refrain from throwing anyone in particular under the bus today and just say that I did my very best to not ask her if I should go find her tiara and sash to crown her top "Drama Queen.") I had to work both Saturday and Sunday mornings, so I was out of the house on Saturday before she even got out of bed. Then Sunday morning happened. I had to be to work before 8am, so I was up at the crack of dawn (OK, so there wasn't even a crack yet... it was still pitch black outside) and stumbled into the bathroom in a sleepy stupor. I brushed my teeth. I peed. Then I went to get in the shower. And there it was. A dirty pink washcloth, hanging limp over the side of the tub, right where I pull back the curtain to step inside. And I know it doesn't belong to me. And it doesn't belong to Puff.

I went back into the bedroom and told Puff he had to deal with it. I'm not touching that thing. Ewwww!!!!
So, he slides out of bed, mumbles his unhappiness, and just picks up the thing like it's nothing, wads it up in his hand, and throws it in his dirty laundry pile. Dude... you probably just got old lady vagina & butt juice on your hand.

Really... that should bother him. Pardon me while I go and dry heave over a trash can.