Wishing you a safe, happy and spooky Halloween.
We’re down in Indianapolis this weekend visiting our good friends Cecil and Rachel. We still haven’t convinced them to move to the far superior city of Chicago yet so we only get to see them every once in awhile. It’s always a blast when we do.
From where we live it usually takes around 3 hours or so to get to their house so we left not long after Joel got off work, 4:45pm Eastern. Of course traffic sucked. Really badly. We had the brilliant idea to take an alternate route… aaand everyone else had the same idea it seemed because it was just as bad going that way too. We didn’t end up getting to their house until a little after 10pm.
That’s right. It took over 5 hours for a 3 hour drive. Kill. Me. Now. Luckily most of the time Twitter worked and when it didn’t I had Joel to talk to.* There were also some pretty windmills to look at on the way down.
Reminds me of The Netherlands. Oh how I miss it.
I may or may not have stuck my arm directly in front of Joel’s face to get this picture. Yes, he was driving. The windmills were a nice break from the constant corn. Because Indiana? Pretty much nothing but corn in 90% of the state. Not that that’s a bad thing. If you really like corn.
I remember as a kid I actually loved driving past cornfields that were plowed perpendicular to the road. When I stared at the rows whizzing by there was almost a wave like motion to it. It fascinated me. Honestly, it still does.
Anyway, I expect we’ll have a fun weekend as usual. Tomorrow we’re just hanging out and Sunday we have plans for a Spanish brunch and fireworks. Epic Fourth of July weekend? I think so.
*That sounds so backward. I really need to try and curb my Twitter addiction. Sorry, Love.
We celebrated my little nephew Jordan’s second birthday yesterday. He is such a sweet little kid and he has literally the best smile in the entire world. I can’t believe the youngest in our family is two already. Somebody needs to have a baby soon… Not that I’m volunteering or anything.
P.S. The fruit pizza you see in the video? It was as delicious as it was pretty. ::pats self on back::
Four years ago today we gathered together in the simplest of ceremonies and vowed to be together forever. We’ve had so many ups and downs but through the worst we never stopped loving each other. Joel is still my very best friend and the best husband a girl could ever ask for. I love him more and more every day. Every day is an adventure and I’m so glad I get to spend it with my soul mate.
Happy Anniversary to us
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I hope you had a fabulous day enjoying all things Irish. I also hope you’re not too hungover in the morning. I never really was into St. Patrick’s Day before. I’m not a big beer drinker and I didn’t think I was Irish so I was pretty eh about the whole thing. Last year I found out, on St. Patrick’s Day no less, that I am in fact part Irish. Woo hoo! I didn’t go crazy or anything. Still no green beer for me. Maybe next year. I did wear green and took Phoebe to a small dog meet up group though. She had a blast and I got to meet some nice ladies and visit while we talked about our “babies”.
Even though it was a small dog group Phoebe was still, by far, the smallest one there. She totally held her own though. I’m positive she has no idea she’s tiny.
Since it was a special occasion one of the ladies got a liver cake for the dogs. It was from Happy Dog Barkery, the same place we got Phoebe’s birthday cake. It was very popular with all the puppies. No, I did not try this one.
The stuff on the right is the cake. On the left is dog ice cream. Phoebe wasn’t very interested in the ice cream but she scarfed that cake right up.
It was really fun. Since I haven’t been working I have to find excuses to get out of the house more and actually meet some people around where I live. Plus, anyone that would bring their dog to a playgroup understands my love for my dog. It was a great, laid back way to celebrate the day. Plus, no hangover.
We’re just leaving my parents’ house. Phoebe’s party went really well. I’m not going to get home and to the computer in time to post the pictures tonight though. I’ll be sure to post them as soon as I can tomorrow along with some little video clips we took. Until then, here’s a preview. This is the cake I made for the people. Obviously I’m not a professional cake decorator but it was pretty tasty so it served it’s purpose. *smile*
I am not a fan of Valentine’s Day. To me it’s just a set up for failure and disappointment. Single people feel like crap about themselves because they don’t have someone. People who are away from their significant others feel even more like crap because they can’t be with the one they love. People in a committed relationship are hurt or disappointed by their significant other because something went wrong, someone forgot or the plans didn’t live up to the grand romantic gesture they had in their head.
Not that I judge those that get excited about Valentine’s Day. I understand to some it is a very exciting, happy day. Unfortunately, most Valentine’s Days seem to be pretty crummy for me. Either I’m out of town or Joel has to work and it seems like we’re always sick. There are a few that stand out as particularly awful though and I am positive that they contributed to my cynical attitude about the day. So, for your enjoyment, I present
My top 3 worst Valentine’s Days ever:
3. Valentine’s Day 2004. I had just turned 18. I was currently dating a boy I had known since I was 12. We’d both had crushes on each other over the years but we’d only started dating officially the previous October. He was a couple years older than me and was a marine stationed in North Carolina. I was young, in love, and convinced that someday we were going to get married. I drove out with his family to visit him at the beginning of February because he was about to be deployed to Iraq. He was deployed on February 12th. I drove back and spent that Valentine’s Day a weepy, miserable mess.
2. Valentine’s Day 2007. I was 21. Joel and I had been married for almost a year and were celebrating our very first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. Despite my cynical attitude about the day I was excited to finally celebrate this holiday like a married couple for the first time. I thought maybe the reason this day hadn’t gone so well for me over the years was because I wasn’t married and so I was planning on a nice, romantic evening alone with my love. The day dawned and we happily went off to work. Joel was complaining of a bit of an upset stomach but I didn’t think much of it. By the time we were both done with work though he was not at all okay. He had some sort of stomach virus and could barely stand because he was in so much pain. I took him home and put him to bed, disappointed because the day wasn’t filled with hearts, flowers and romance like I expected. At the time we lived on the second floor of a three story apartment building. Couples lived above, below and beside us. The walls were very thin. I will never forget laying next to my poor new husband, doubled over in pain beside me, while listening to the sounds of three couples, um, enjoying each other. It was like a surround-sound soundtrack to a really lame porno. Definitely not the night I expected.
And my number one worst Valentine’s Day….
1. Valentine’s Day 2000. I was 14 years old. My whole family, minus my dad and little brother, had been sick with a killer flu for the last couple of weeks. We were all still very sick and were laying on different couches or chairs in the living room listening to books on tape. This was all we had energy for, even watching movies was too much for us because we were just that sick. Our twenty year old family dog lay at our feet. She was sick as well, but for her it was just from old age. My dad came into the room and picked her up to carry her away. She was so old she could barely get up to go outside, she was miserable. Instead of taking her outside to go to the bathroom though he said we should each say goodbye. He was taking her to the vet to be put to sleep. I was so sick I could hardly get out of the chair to hug her. I begged my dad to wait until at least the next day, to please not do it on Valentine’s Day. That was appointment that he had though and he didn’t know when he could get another one. I understood that she needed to be put out of her misery. She was 140+ years old in dog years. I loved that dog so much though. I still get teary about it ten years later. For me, Valentine’s Day will always mark the day my childhood dog died. I miss you, Trixi.
These are the reasons I now choose to skip Valentine’s Day. No card company or calendar is going to dictate how or when I show my love for Joel. We love each other very much and we don’t need any candy hearts to prove it.
*Long post, lots of pictures. You’ve been warned.*
My birthday weekend is complete. It was a lot of fun. At the end of part one everyone was hanging out at the hotel, relaxing or taking naps.
Melvin, Anthony and Jordan napping on one couch.
David tried to teach Joel some Xbox 360 shoot-’em-up game on the other couch.
I won’t share the other pictures of almost everyone else sleeping in different areas of our rooms. I’m pretty sure they’d kill me. After everyone got their beauty sleep most of us headed over to Joe’s Crab Shack for dinner. My dad and Bekah stayed behind because they weren’t feeling well.
I ordered a “shark bite” which was not only delicious, it was fun to play with. Yes, my mom is biting my hand in the background.
Here is a much more normal picture of my mom and me. See, we’re totally not crazy. Really.
Anthony was “coloring” using Joel’s hand to hold the crayon.
Anthony is such a little flirt. Here he is dancing with the waitress.
Happy mommy and son.
Anna and Jordan were being silly.
It was my first time at Joe’s and my first time eating crab. I didn’t know how to do it. Once I figured it out, yum!
Since it was my birthday I got to be the center of attention for a few minutes. I might have loved it.
My little brother was the camera man so it’s a little jerky but you get the idea.
After dinner we enjoyed another night of swimming, hanging out and playing games.
I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday weekend.