Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
TO DO: list seven things I love and pass it on to other bloggers that put a smile on my face.
Other than the obvious loves (family, friends and The Bitch) I love:
1. Falling asleep in the sun. There is something so delicious about falling asleep with the sun beaming down on me while a warm breeze passes over. (note: said "falling asleep in the sun" is even more awesome if done on a beach)
2. Lolita Lempicka Parfume......I wore this on my wedding day and love love love it! It's feminine without smelling like a giant bouquet of flowers. I switch between Lolita Lempicka and MARC JACOBS, but every time I wear Lolita it makes me think of my wedding day and I smile.
3. dining alfresco....Seriously, is there anything better than a lazy Saturday lunch in the sunshine????
4. Books.....the smell, the feel, the look...EVERYTHING. My house is chalk full of books (every shelf, most every table/nightstand) that I have read. Friends and family know not to loan me a book if they want it back, I'm notorious for adding borrowed books to my collection! I don't do it to be mean I just can't bare the thought of parting with a book I love!
I dream of owning my own tiny bookstore. I will fill it with love and happiness. My customers will feel at home and the little kiddos will curl up in the cozy reading corner with their favorite story and a cup of cocoa.
5. Chips and salsa.....it's a problem
6. Surprises.....it doesn't matter if it is a pack of gum, I LOVE SURPRISE GIFTS! That sounds sort of spoiled and bratty but I promise I'm neither (well maybe slightly spoiled but most certainly not rotten). For the most part the surprises I love are food. ha! Example: One day Stone popped by my office to drop off a fruit smoothie. I thought I had died and gone to heaven....it made my day (who am I kidding, it made my WEEK!)
7. "family heirlooms" .....I put this in quotes because really the things being passed down in our family might not have a lot of monetary value but they have tons of sentimental value. I love the practice of keeping something no matter the size or value (ex: I have an apron of my Great Grandmothers hanging in my kitchen) in the family for generations to come.
Most prized "heirlooms": two rings from my Grandma Harriett. She gave each granddaughter a ring before she passed (which actually are heirlooms...passed down from her sisters). The second ring she gave me is worth nothing, she couldn't even remember where she got it, but it meant the world to me. I remember her wearing it when I was growing up and always thinking it looked like a spider web on her finger. She gave it to me a year before she died. I wore it every day, it was my "something old" for the wedding. A few months after the wedding the ole thing decided it was time to retire, the band on the inside of my hand snapped. I took it to the jeweler who Stone got my engagement ring from and begged him to fix it but he said the silver was so thin there, from years of wearing it (both by my grandma and me), that it would just keep snapping. He sweetly suggested I stow it away in a safe place and smile at the memory of her every time I look at it. It now rests on my nightstand in my jewelry box. I see it every morning when I get ready and every morning I think of her.
(note: before the ring had to "retire" my niece Laney was staring at it on my finger one afternoon. She asked me where I got it and I told her the whole story. She got a look of concern on her face and was quiet for a few minutes. She then casually stated, "I like it a lot....So, is that the sort of thing that you would pass down when you die???" I almost peed my pants laughing and told her I was happy to hear she was waiting for me to kick the bucket!)Passing on to: Andrea, Leslie and Which Goose
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
(this is as close a picture as I could find....picture her head tilted more to the side and a more "concerned" look on her face)
The "concerned" look on her face caused our conversation to take a turn.....
"What do you think is going on inside Tilda's head right now?" I asked Stone.
Here are the top three theories we came up with.
1) The usual: hamster, gerbil or some other rodent running on a wheel..."squeak squeak squeak"...the noise of the wheel echos through the vast space inside her little head.
2) Stone's theory: Her head is a little pin ball machine ....the pin ball is bouncing around "DING, DING, WONK!" getting as many points as possible but never really achieving anything.
3) My theory: Her head is a dusty desert with a single tumble weed blowing across a dirt road....and a lonely thirsty cactus in the distance.
As you can tell, little Tilda is not the smartest dog on the block.....
I am generally speaking 100% ANTI-Starbucks.
What if a friend says: "Hey I'm stopping at Starbucks on the way over. Do you want me to get you something?" and I reply: "Sure...although I have no clue what their menu is like so surprise me."
I'm not really being a hypocrite if I A) wasn't the one doing the purchasing therefore I have not technically "contributed" to the Starbucks-mania and B) I didn't actually request something specific of the menu.
(note: the Vanilla Latte my sweet little Baby Peach picked up for me was, I must admit, oh so tasty.)
(thank you Baby Peach!)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I feel I have taken pieces of my parents' personalities with me into my life as a "grown up".
(so weird that I am actually a grown up now....I don't feel grown up)
My mom: always welcoming people with open arms and a smile. Wanting nothing more than to have her children and their friends running around her house giggling. We would stomp up and down the stairs playing who knows what...I can still hear the sound the metal stair rail made as it squeaked back and forth.
My dad: laid back and ready to laugh. If the people around him were having a good time, so was he. Such an easy laugher my dad is...and I love him for it. His name is Michael but my friends call him Mike....he didn't ask them to they just do. My friends nicknamed my dad...that's the kind of guy he is...and I love him for that too.
When Stone and I first bought our house I couldn't wait to fill it with happy memories of people gathering.
I day dreamed of our friends coming over for dinner/cookouts, to celebrate holidays or for no reason other than to laugh and have fun. I day dreamed of our kids and their friends playing in the backyard, running into the house for a snack (that like a good mama I have waiting for them) and then rushing back outside to finish their game of hide-n-seek. I want an old screen door, rickety and fragile, that slams every time "the kids" come trekking in and out.
A little ball of joy finds it's way into the pit of my stomach when I think about having my home full of the people I love most.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
found at this etsy shop
Is the white up top too much????
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Court and I (before things escalated....at least for me they did. ha!)
Stone decided to add to his St. Patty's day look by sporting this ladies jacket he found in the corner.....sweet popped collar!
Mid-day I realized I was in serious need of some food. Good thing I had this tasty apple in my purse!
Court and Justin dancing their little hearts out....we had an impromptu dance party in the middle of the bar.
And here is where things get a little blurry for me....haha! Lots and lots and lots of green beer was had by this lady!
As always, we had a blast with our friends and can't wait for our next trip up north.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tonight was an all around bitchin night!
Allow me to recap:
I had to run a (work related) errand this afternoon and whilst driving around town, with my sunroof open, it occurred to me that Stone and I needed to eat food prepared on a grill.
A call was placed. A "hells yeah" was given (to grilling) and I was headed towards the grocery to procure the needed fixins.
In walks a tasty steak and steak fries....FYI: said steak fries were made ON THE GRILL using the cutest little Pampered Chef grill basket (thank you Madre!).
Dinner made....check! Eat dinner.....check! Listen to feel good tunes while eating tasty dinner....check!
After dinner a walk was definitely in order. It's almost a crime to not spend such a beautiful (67 degree) March evening outdoors!
What did we take on our walk, other than Matilda the spunkiest dog in town? Why none other than a tasty Sam Adams Hefeweizen of course!
(yes, we are "those people" who walk their dog with beer in hand...don't judge until you have tried it)
An unexpected visit was made to friends down the street. I must say, I do enjoy living walking distance to my peeps....it feels so cozy!
Upon our arrival home we watched what could be one of the funniest episodes of "How I Met Your Mother"....which by the way if you don't watch, START RIGHT NOW. Pure hilarity.
So that sums up my happy little evening. Good food, good brew, good company and my main squeeze by my side.
Life is good.
.....unexpected and unwelcome.
All you need to know is this:
*I was/am 100% freaked out.
(picture me literally tip toeing around our entire house checking every room before walking in)
* I was not so upset that we were heading out of town on Saturday morning and therefore would not be spending our weekend with the little critter.
(unfortunately my madre and pops were staying with Matilda so they got to spend some quality time with "the visitor")
* Thank God for my pops....he was kind of enough to purchase and setup some traps.
Last night Stone and I were sitting around (me reading, him watching sports...as usual) when it happened.
We turned to each other and both blurted out, "I feel bad!" We are officially mouse killers. My eyes got a little misty and Stone had the unpleasant task of cleaning the scene of the crime.
I called my dad to tell him about "the snap" and my guilty conscience. He chuckled at me and asked, "would you rather live with a mouse?"
(hopefully news travels fast in the mouse world and any of our "visitors" friends will be warned that unless their name is Mickey and they have a gal pal named Minnie they are NOT welcome at our house.)
Friday, March 13, 2009
Katie Jean, I'm going to need your help in my quest to find the needed plates, teapot and cups. Are you in?
*I'm loving the cowl neck on this dress/tunic:
from this etsy shop
Thursday, March 12, 2009
1. I confirmed this morning that someone living on a street near us has a rooster. Yes, I said ROOSTER!
We do not, I repeat, DO NOT live in the country. In fact, we live smack dab in the middle of the city (well not down town but you catch my drift...C.I.T.Y). What in the hell does someone in the city need a rooster for?
I first noticed the little cockle-doodle-doo last weekend and thought I might be dreaming. I rolled over to check with Stone if he heard it as well....he did. Then this morning I am getting in my car and there it is again:
Now, I'm a lover of all creatures (as long as they don't slobber on me, sting me, bite me, get dirt on me...etc.) but I have one teensy tiny question.
How long do roosters live?...cause this little guys needs to either move on down the road or kick the bucket STAT!
2. Yesterday on my drive in to work I had a run in with a suicidal bird. Yup...things got weird.
I'm driving along, minding my own business, when I see a sweet little bird resting in the middle of the road. Considering the whole birds have wings enabling them to fly out of danger, I keep on trucking straight ahead. BAD IDEA. Unbeknownst to me this little birdie was ready to meet it's maker! It didn't budge!....that little chirper stood it's ground facing my car in the middle of the road!
What the hell man!?!?!
I don't need a dead bird on my conscience so at the last minute I swerved. You know what? That little feathered friend didn't flinch. I checked my rear view mirror and there it was, still hanging out in the middle of the road.
To sum it up: I played a game of chicken with a bird...and the bird won.
Monday, March 9, 2009
There is a song I love to listen to....my mind never fails to wander when I hear it.
It's a little diddy by Priscilla Ahn, and it sets my mind at ease.
It's summer, one of those perfect slow days, not one cloud in the sky. My mom has taken us down to the neighborhood swimming pool and to our amazement and joy we are the only ones there. The pool is icy cold (this is old school, no heater for us kiddos) I know the best way to get in is to just run and JUMP! The cold water takes my breath away at first, but then the shock wears off and I feel.......alive.
I do a couple flips (backward and forward), I practice my handstands and maybe swim a lap to see how far I can go in one breath. Eventually I just float. The sun shines down on me. The cool water bumps up against my face and makes my long sun bleached hair fan out around me. I can hear my brother doing canon balls in the deep end, the waves from his jumps hit me a few seconds later....rocking me like a sweet lullaby.
Summers by the pool....I will happily let my mind wander back there anytime.
One day it will be 10 degrees and snowing. The next it will be 68, sunny and beautiful.
That's Indiana for ya!
This past weekend was 68 (possible 70) sunny and absolutely BEAUTIFUL!
I woke up early on Saturday to skip off to a hair appointment. I love having a morning appointment! Amber, my stylist, (yes, I call her "my stylist"...it makes me feel important) does all the work for me. When I leave the salon I am ready for the day.
After my appt. a call was placed to Miss Katie Jean and I headed over to her place to swoop her up.
We spent the afternoon strolling through shops in Zionsville (I also got my rings cleaned...BLING! BLING! so sparkly now) then we headed east towards mi casa.
It was determined lunch was in order so we tried something new, Cafe Nora.
It was a lovely lunch, I must tell you. Great convo, nice atmosphere and I think decent food/wine.
***Due to the plague that I am currently infested with I lack the sense of smell and the ability to taste anything. Katie Jean and I both got a bowl of tomato basil soup, a glass of "interesting red wine" and we split the spinach artichoke dip.
(the menu had a list of "interesting red wines"...how can we not try one out to verify just how interesting it is?)
Here is how the eating/drinking portion of our lunch went:
(server sets two glasses of "interesting red wine" in front of us...and we both take a sip)
Court: How's it taste?
Katie: It's OK....kind of bland.
Court: Seems like it has a bit of a kick or spice to it???
Katie: Yeah, that's about it. You taste the spice and then nothing.
(server places bowls of soup in front of us and we both sample it)
Court: How's it taste?
Katie: It's OK. I think it needs a little cheese on top. I'm going to ask for some grated Parmesan.
Court: Ooooh, me too. (knowing full well I won't be able to taste that either)
(server places hot spinach artichoke dip & grilled flat bread in front of us...again, we both sample it)
Court: How's it taste?
Katie: It's good!
Court: I like this flat bread...it's seems fresh
Katie: Yeah, it's good stuff.
Upon leaving Cafe Nora my phone did a little jiggity jig in my purse.
It was Stone requesting we cook out for dinner and of course I thought that was a bitchin idea.
Food was purchased, the gas for the grill was refilled and friends arrived.
A COOKOUT! A REAL LIVE COOKOUT....in MARCH!
Oh spring, you bring such joy to my life. The cold winter fog that has wrapped itself around my heart is beginning to thaw....for this I owe you many many many thanks.
(we also stopped by the 21st Amendment liquor store for some brew and our weekly wine tasting...yes there is a wine tasting every Saturday at the liquor store by my house. Katie Jean and I think the young, not so bad looking, guy in charge of the tastings is full of himself. Thus, we go to sample the vino and make him feel uncomfortable by being 100% random. ha!...looking forward to our next tasting my sweet Bean!)
PS: a change is coming....a change to my "do". I will update you 2 weeks from Thursday. OH THE SUSPENSE!!!! I can hardly stand it!
Friday, March 6, 2009
As I drove down Washington Blvd the birds were chirping, the wind was blowing and families were strolling down the sidewalks.
It was lovely.
SSSSHHHHH....(we can only say it in a whisper):
spring is on it's way!