Monday, May 23, 2011

40 days and 40 nights...left

Where is the time going??

{this is just a little preview to the amazing engagement pics Amelia took}

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Goodbye old friend, for now..

For the past two days I've been roused to consciousness around 7 a.m, despite the fact that I've gone to bed post 1 p.m. Being spoiled with blackout blinds for a few years makes even muted morning rays hard to get used to. My muscles are yet to completely recover from the move and I have limited clothes to wear because I can't bring myself to tackle the beast of unpacking anything that doesn't reside on a hanger. But after spending over two hours in a luxurious massive bath tub, going on a jog on the nearby scenic river path and having an entire fridge and kitchen to myself, instead of just a few shelves and cupboards, I have decided I could get used to couples condo life, for a little while anyway.

I have moved around my whole life, and the time I spent on Argyle, after buying the place five years ago, was the longest I have ever stayed in one spot in my life. It was there I first learned the hard way that a house has a thing called an air filter and it needs to be changed every few months. It was there I felt so empowered when I fixed a leak and learned about pilot lights and sprinkler systems. My originally "black" thumb started showing hints of green and I learned that garage door openers don't grease themselves, vinegar removes hard water and that RoundUp is the next best thing since the lawn mower. I think it was there that I really became an adult and realized that "yeah, I can wear these big girl pants."

So during the 24-hour span when a new girl decided she had to have my room and J and I got the green light to lease the new condo for a year (yes that all happened together) I may have had a panic attack. Or two. I mean, sure I am getting married to a great guy and picking out a dress and planning an event for this summer where there will be cake and some dancing. That's an idea that I have been used to for 6 months. But woah. Leaving Argyle? And Gloria, Edith, Monica and Jim? (my plants) Leaving my veritable child, 2fresh, and my sister, Tanya, and our late night talks/mean girl brawls, and my black out blinds and walk-in closet? That took another 48-hours to get used to - for all of us.

Fast-forward another three-weeks after a grueling yet socially-intensive move and a few days of unpacking non-clothing items....

I dig it. Dig the place, the pool, the hot tub, the locale, the fact that I am living across from one of my besties (who I lived with before I bought my house). Yep, I could definitely do this for the next year. Then when J finishes his engineering degree and green construction certifications next spring, we will figure out what to do after that. Maybe back to Argyle, maybe somewhere else. We'll see. But for now I am just trying to summon the courage to conquer my boxes of clothes. Come help me/do it for me. Please? I'll make you dinner and we'll watch an Arrested Development marathon. Any takers?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Secretariat....only not a horse..

.....But if my 17 year-old baby brother were a horse he would most definitely have won the Triple Crown. This month he casually announced that he was voted prom king, and student body president, and if also being Yearbook Editor and a 3.97 honors student, while taking college credit, wasn't enough, he also was accepted as a delegate for Idaho Boys State this summer. How he stays humble enough to be my butler every time I go to visit my parents, I will never know. But Toad, I want to be like you when I grow up!

Triple Crown: three top thoroughbred races, Preakness Stakes, Belmont Stakes and Kentucky Derby, only 11 horses have won the Triple Crown in the last 100 years and there hasn't been a Triple Crown winner since 1978.

(I only knew that because Amelia took us to see Secretariat.)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I was laughing out loud for 20 minutes...

It's a sad day when I actually feel a tad sorry for the Donald. It had to have been a tough night for him. Seth Meyer and Obama took him to the wood shed.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Que Aproveche!

I have been on my dad for years about cooking fish. Unlike me, my family members aren't big seafood eaters. But as a lure my dad would always say "if you come visit us I will cook you a fish dinner." It rarely happened, save one time, in a stretch of three years or so. Well this weekend he was uncharacteristically gleeful about our arrival. He was calling literally every 15 minutes to find out where we were and when we would arrive because he had "dinner" waiting. I walked into this.....

Yes, that would be a boiled egg, carrots, a few sardines and a chocolate strawberry. You have a sick sense of humor Dad, and opening a can does not constitute "making seafood."