Reasons I heart Summer:
1. Coldstone. Eating ice cream is just not appropriate when it's snowing outside. Peanut butter cup perfection. Yummmm.
2. Decktop drinking. Blue moon + deck + summer night = damn near perfection.
3. Orioles baseball. Yeah they sucked last year. Here's hoping to a better season. Or at least some delicious sausages.
4. Jogging outside. I'm itching to get off the treadmill and back onto the pavement.
5. I won't need a parka to wait an hour to get into Blue Moon Cafe. Capt'n Crunch French Toast is totally worth it, though.
6. I'm getting married in June. And I am more than I ready for it to be here.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Unused Bathroom
I heart Diamondbacks. Sober, it's probably a little hole in the wall with outdated posters and college night specials (although, I've never seen the inside sober). Drunk, it is the mecca for dancers, drinkers, and everyone in between. The DJ is more than decent and the drinks are moderately priced. It's a disaster good time waiting to happen.
We started Saturday night off with what seemed like a mile journey in the blistering cold to the first bar we visited- the Judge's Bench. While the beer was delicious, the crowd was of the Bruce Springsteen generation. While I have no qualms with Bruce's music, I don't necessarily want to spend my Saturday night with his peeps.
We migrated down the street to Diamondbacks and the night took a turn for the better. Randy Jackson's ABDC couldn't touch my dancing abilities (nor would they have wanted to...)but anyways...
All was well until the barkeep started flipping the lights signaling the age old "you don't have to go home but you have to the eff outta hereism". And actually it wasn't even then when the night started to head downwards.
.2 of a mile away from our house, where two perfectly usable bathrooms exist, I decided to ralph all down the side of the car that was transporting me home. Not just a wretch or a dry heave, but a full scale attack down the side of a harmless car. Of course, when I tried to clean the car off with a bottle of water, it just froze. It is just barely 10 degrees outside mind you. The boy cleaned the car off with his own devices and all I will say about that is - he was creative. Inside the house, where the two perfectly unused usable bathrooms exist, I proceeded to slip down our steps leaving me with a large bruise and a very sore ass the next morning.
Not one of my finer moments. But I did have a great time hours earlier with some pretty awesome folks.
Until next time...
We started Saturday night off with what seemed like a mile journey in the blistering cold to the first bar we visited- the Judge's Bench. While the beer was delicious, the crowd was of the Bruce Springsteen generation. While I have no qualms with Bruce's music, I don't necessarily want to spend my Saturday night with his peeps.
We migrated down the street to Diamondbacks and the night took a turn for the better. Randy Jackson's ABDC couldn't touch my dancing abilities (nor would they have wanted to...)but anyways...
All was well until the barkeep started flipping the lights signaling the age old "you don't have to go home but you have to the eff outta hereism". And actually it wasn't even then when the night started to head downwards.
.2 of a mile away from our house, where two perfectly usable bathrooms exist, I decided to ralph all down the side of the car that was transporting me home. Not just a wretch or a dry heave, but a full scale attack down the side of a harmless car. Of course, when I tried to clean the car off with a bottle of water, it just froze. It is just barely 10 degrees outside mind you. The boy cleaned the car off with his own devices and all I will say about that is - he was creative. Inside the house, where the two perfectly unused usable bathrooms exist, I proceeded to slip down our steps leaving me with a large bruise and a very sore ass the next morning.
Not one of my finer moments. But I did have a great time hours earlier with some pretty awesome folks.
Until next time...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Pantless Weekend
Last week I was itching for Friday to get here because I knew we had a three day weekend and oh what a three day weekend I planned for it to be. I envisioned a weekend of pajama pants, showerless days, lots of crappy television, good food, and even better company. And then it all went to shit.
Our empty weekend piled up with invitations to parties, dinners, and various errands we put off doing for way too long. We divided and conquered everthing we had to attend/get done which left for one day in our three day weekend to relax.
Spicy garlic wings and nachos, football, and a little How I Met Your Mother. Sunday we did nothing but veg out on the couch. It was amazing.
Monday picked back up with a trip to the mechanic, Petsmart for the dog, the mall for the boy, and loads of laundry and general upkeep.
I'm holding out for another true pantless weekend. One with pajama pants, showerless days, crappy television, good food, and good company.
Our empty weekend piled up with invitations to parties, dinners, and various errands we put off doing for way too long. We divided and conquered everthing we had to attend/get done which left for one day in our three day weekend to relax.
Spicy garlic wings and nachos, football, and a little How I Met Your Mother. Sunday we did nothing but veg out on the couch. It was amazing.
Monday picked back up with a trip to the mechanic, Petsmart for the dog, the mall for the boy, and loads of laundry and general upkeep.
I'm holding out for another true pantless weekend. One with pajama pants, showerless days, crappy television, good food, and good company.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
No Question
I had a spur of the moment lunch with a group of coworkers yesterday at Miss Shirley's in Baltimore. It was uhhhhh-mazing. With my wedding just a mere 4 months away, we chatted about the planning, etc. One of my coworkers offered up three pieces of advice for a 'perfect' wedding day. Marry the right man, look pretty, have someone take a picture of you looking pretty.
On my drive home from work I thought about those three simple points. While it's my goal to look pretty and have someone take a picture of me looking pretty, I can't tell you with a 100% certainty that's going to happen. I can tell you with a 100% certainty that I'm marrying the right man.
The boy and I have dated for almost half of our lives. We started going to school together in the 6th grade and by the 7th grade our names were synonymous with one another. Almost every person that finds this out questions our decision of marriage after having dated so few people. I always laugh. Our relationship has not exactly been a walk in the park. We've split up more than once, dated other people, played games with one another's feelings, hated one another, and loved one another. We started dating as kids and had to learn how to 'date' as adults. And not only did we have to learn to grow as individuals, we had to learn to grow with one another.
In 2007 when we split for what felt like the billionth time, I packed up and moved on with life. It was hard. Harder than I ever imagined, but I was managing. And one tiny event resulted in life changing decisions. I ran out of ink. That is the simplest way to say it. My printer ran out of ink. It just so happened to run out of ink the night (well at 2am) before a 30 page final paper was due. I picked up the phone and instinctively called him. Not the dude I was dating at the time, not the roommates 5 feet down the hall, but him. Without even thinking about it. When he answered the phone I was dumbstruck. I apologized for calling so late, explained that I hadn't meant to call him, that I was having an issue with my printer, and that I'd figure it out. He told me to put a coat on, he'd go with me to the 24 hour CVS to get some ink.
A dialogue continued between us for the next week or so. I knew I was wasting time with the guy I was dating, both his and mine, and broke it off . I didn't break up with dude because of the boy, I broke up with dude because I knew it wasn't going anywhere and it wasn't fair to either of us, in all honesty I had been toying with it for awhile. The boy and I developed a friendship during the coming months, a genuine friendship. If you ask him now, he claims he was "wooing" me. Everything was easy. There was no fighting, no arguing, no complaining. It was just two people hanging out having a good time. Eventually the boy got tired of the gray that was our relationship. He wanted something more. And so began the start of a new, old relationship.
Don't get me wrong, we still fight, we still argue, we still complain. But this time it's different. Maybe there's a level of respect and understanding now that wasn't there before. Maybe absence did make the heart grow fonder. Or maybe we're both in the right place for the first time. But whatever it is, there is no doubt in my mind I will grow old with him.
On my drive home from work I thought about those three simple points. While it's my goal to look pretty and have someone take a picture of me looking pretty, I can't tell you with a 100% certainty that's going to happen. I can tell you with a 100% certainty that I'm marrying the right man.
The boy and I have dated for almost half of our lives. We started going to school together in the 6th grade and by the 7th grade our names were synonymous with one another. Almost every person that finds this out questions our decision of marriage after having dated so few people. I always laugh. Our relationship has not exactly been a walk in the park. We've split up more than once, dated other people, played games with one another's feelings, hated one another, and loved one another. We started dating as kids and had to learn how to 'date' as adults. And not only did we have to learn to grow as individuals, we had to learn to grow with one another.
In 2007 when we split for what felt like the billionth time, I packed up and moved on with life. It was hard. Harder than I ever imagined, but I was managing. And one tiny event resulted in life changing decisions. I ran out of ink. That is the simplest way to say it. My printer ran out of ink. It just so happened to run out of ink the night (well at 2am) before a 30 page final paper was due. I picked up the phone and instinctively called him. Not the dude I was dating at the time, not the roommates 5 feet down the hall, but him. Without even thinking about it. When he answered the phone I was dumbstruck. I apologized for calling so late, explained that I hadn't meant to call him, that I was having an issue with my printer, and that I'd figure it out. He told me to put a coat on, he'd go with me to the 24 hour CVS to get some ink.
A dialogue continued between us for the next week or so. I knew I was wasting time with the guy I was dating, both his and mine, and broke it off . I didn't break up with dude because of the boy, I broke up with dude because I knew it wasn't going anywhere and it wasn't fair to either of us, in all honesty I had been toying with it for awhile. The boy and I developed a friendship during the coming months, a genuine friendship. If you ask him now, he claims he was "wooing" me. Everything was easy. There was no fighting, no arguing, no complaining. It was just two people hanging out having a good time. Eventually the boy got tired of the gray that was our relationship. He wanted something more. And so began the start of a new, old relationship.
Don't get me wrong, we still fight, we still argue, we still complain. But this time it's different. Maybe there's a level of respect and understanding now that wasn't there before. Maybe absence did make the heart grow fonder. Or maybe we're both in the right place for the first time. But whatever it is, there is no doubt in my mind I will grow old with him.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Snow Already
For the past month the weather forecasters have predicted various of amounts of snow and I'm convinced there is a direct correlation between the amount of snow predicted and distance away of the storm. For example, a week before the snow storm the weatherman has my house 5 feet under snow and is warning me to take stock in Wonderbread for the next 3 months. A day before the storm I'm told I'll be lucky to see a dusting in the morning. Get it right weather dude. I'm tired of being disappointed.
Not that I want a barrel of snow again this year, but I would like a day or so off, and not just to lay on the couch, unshowered, stuffing my face with junk. I'd reorganize, clean, and get things back to the way they were pre-Christmas.
Meanwhile, the new year resolutions are going well. I've not reunited with the gym yet but I haven't had a soda since January 1 and I'm doing pretty well at cutting out the junk. I've spoken with one of my brother's pretty regularly and have called the other a couple of times.
I'm hoping to be able to post pictures of this looming snow storm in the next couple of days, but I'm not holding my breath.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Resolutions Galore
2011 is going to be a pretty big year for the boy and I. We're getting married after all. But 2010 was just as big. We grew individually, we grew as a couple, and we expanded--into our very own home. I strengthened some relationships, let go of others, and made a few new friends along the way. Even though 2010 started out rough (someone did steal my wallet 3 days in) it was a good year.
My resolutions in the past have been fairly successful so this year I'm challenging myself, I've decided this year I need to tap into my spiritual side. I'm not defining spirituality, not right now anyway, so we'll see how it goes.
I have a couple other goals to achieve for 2011 like becoming friends with the gym again, at least twice a week, staying in better contact with my brothers, and the renovation of our house. All very attainable, just a little determination needed. I have a feeling 2011 is going to be just as good as 2010.
Happy New Year!!
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