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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Yikes.
Man, the wheels sure came off at work last night. My favorite bartender is moving and it was her last shift. Drinking started at about nine, a full four hours before closing. I only had a shot or two before closing, but everyone else was getting into it full swing. Once we were officially cleared out of customers, we lured Laura outside on the pretense of hanging out, but it was really to douse her with a stock pot of iced simple syrup, raw eggs, lemons, cherries, olives, etc. There was also a trash bag of shredded paper involved. Ah, the way we show our affection for our co-workers. Hey, I'd be hurt if I didn't get it on my last day.
At any rate, there was an awesome impromptu dance party that involved lots of 80s music and Michael Jackson, and of course, lots of drinking. I'm not even sure what time I got home, but I'm pretty sure I'm in the dog house with J. In my defense, he was out until 2:30 a.m. last week and now there are questionable photographs of him on Facebook. Don't worry, we'll have a discussion when he gets home from work.
I just put MJ down for her afternoon nap, and she had a good ol' time on the back porch in her little inflatable pool before that. I had to beat back (i.e. kill) several disgusting looking spiders before I would let her out there. Ick, I hate bugs. I love the big trees around our house, but man, do I abhor the spiders that come with them. Blech. They mostly look like this one, but are funnily-colored and HUGE. Supposedly not harmful, but I'm not taking any chances.
At any rate, there was an awesome impromptu dance party that involved lots of 80s music and Michael Jackson, and of course, lots of drinking. I'm not even sure what time I got home, but I'm pretty sure I'm in the dog house with J. In my defense, he was out until 2:30 a.m. last week and now there are questionable photographs of him on Facebook. Don't worry, we'll have a discussion when he gets home from work.
I just put MJ down for her afternoon nap, and she had a good ol' time on the back porch in her little inflatable pool before that. I had to beat back (i.e. kill) several disgusting looking spiders before I would let her out there. Ick, I hate bugs. I love the big trees around our house, but man, do I abhor the spiders that come with them. Blech. They mostly look like this one, but are funnily-colored and HUGE. Supposedly not harmful, but I'm not taking any chances.
Friday, July 31, 2009
The South
Just got back from three days in Savannah with J and Baby Girl. Wow, that was so much fun. We walked everywhere, ate tons of seafood, and took MJ to the beach for the first time. She seemed to enjoy it.
It's funny to see that the eighties haven't died out. We saw an amazing amount of Camaros and Mustangs, complete with permed mullet-having drivers. There was also quite a few overweight people, which after three days of Paula Dean inspired food, I completely understand. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I'm sure I've gained a couple of pounds.
I almost cussed a guy out at the beach. He was pretty young - didn't look more than twenty, and was following a toddler around. The little kid went for someone's toys, and the guy told him no, grabbed him by the arm, very roughly pulled his shirt over his head, and walloped him once on the bottom. Now was that really necessary? I mean, I think that sometimes kids deserve a spanking. But this baby wasn't more than three, and was just going after a toy. He didn't know it wasn't his. At that age, the world is your oyster and anything you're interested in is available to you, at least as far as you're concerned. Maybe I'm just overprotective.
Well, tomorrow it's back to the grind. Working at the bar Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, followed by who knows what next week. I love my job, but dang, three or four days in a row sure can burn you out quickly. At least I had a few days to recharge with the family. :)
It's funny to see that the eighties haven't died out. We saw an amazing amount of Camaros and Mustangs, complete with permed mullet-having drivers. There was also quite a few overweight people, which after three days of Paula Dean inspired food, I completely understand. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I'm sure I've gained a couple of pounds.
I almost cussed a guy out at the beach. He was pretty young - didn't look more than twenty, and was following a toddler around. The little kid went for someone's toys, and the guy told him no, grabbed him by the arm, very roughly pulled his shirt over his head, and walloped him once on the bottom. Now was that really necessary? I mean, I think that sometimes kids deserve a spanking. But this baby wasn't more than three, and was just going after a toy. He didn't know it wasn't his. At that age, the world is your oyster and anything you're interested in is available to you, at least as far as you're concerned. Maybe I'm just overprotective.
Well, tomorrow it's back to the grind. Working at the bar Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, followed by who knows what next week. I love my job, but dang, three or four days in a row sure can burn you out quickly. At least I had a few days to recharge with the family. :)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Mosquitoes and Puppy Dogs
Busy, busy. J got up early to take his car to the shop and I stayed home to cook breakfast for MJ. We all went to Target and IKEA to pick up odds and ends - a bookshelf for toys, one panel of curtain we were missing, a dish-drying rack. We stayed out much too long and ended up with a cranky toddler that needed a nap. She crashed on the way home. We also tripped to Lowe's and the grocery store. Lowe's seemed like it was an easy trip. We bought some spare keys for the side door, and a mailbox, which J was going to install himself. Huh.
He asked for my assistance in holding the post he was hammering into the ground with all the force of Thor wielding his mighty hammer. Not such a bad thing, because I trust him, but he had poured warm water into the hole to soften the ground. I promptly get soaked in mud. Once he gets it going, I ramble through the yard to dig up weeds. I promptly get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Why is it that I was out for twenty minutes and get ten bites and he's out for an hour and doesn't get any? Maybe I'm just too sweet. (HA.)
MJ was super fun at the grocery store. She has a little stuffed beanie dog that she just adores, giving him kisses and hugs. His name is simply "Puppy Dog". Although J is extremely creative, none of her stuffed animals have acquired silly names. Our reasoning is that maybe she'll learn the proper names of animals quicker. We're probably full of crap.
He asked for my assistance in holding the post he was hammering into the ground with all the force of Thor wielding his mighty hammer. Not such a bad thing, because I trust him, but he had poured warm water into the hole to soften the ground. I promptly get soaked in mud. Once he gets it going, I ramble through the yard to dig up weeds. I promptly get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Why is it that I was out for twenty minutes and get ten bites and he's out for an hour and doesn't get any? Maybe I'm just too sweet. (HA.)
MJ was super fun at the grocery store. She has a little stuffed beanie dog that she just adores, giving him kisses and hugs. His name is simply "Puppy Dog". Although J is extremely creative, none of her stuffed animals have acquired silly names. Our reasoning is that maybe she'll learn the proper names of animals quicker. We're probably full of crap.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
New House, New Stuff
So, my husband (J) and I just bought a old/new house in the city. Old because it was built in 1932, new because it was recently gutted and remodeled, and it's new to us. It has the best of both worlds: solid construction and early 1900s charm with all new appliances, fixtures and paint. All the real estate books tell you not to fall in love with the house because you'll pay too much. Well guess what? I fell in love with the house and I still got a hell of a deal.
We've bought a lot of stuff to put in this new house in the last few days. New bed coverings for the master, stupid $100 trash can that J had to have, curtains, curtain rods, tie-backs, you get the picture. Man, is it easy to spend all of the hard-earned cash we've put away for the last four months. I love everything we've bought, and know it's necessary, but I hate seeing the bank account dwindle.
The big problem is the unpacking. Having moved from a tiny two-bedroom apartment, we don't have much furniture. What we do have is a ton of books. Seriously. We also have a ridiculous amount of kitchen stuff that we probably don't need but I just can't bear to throw away. Two sets of dishes, two sets of glassware, too many pots and pans... All from before we were married, but neither of us wants to get rid of "my" set. We've been here two days, and my anal retentive tendencies want me to stay up all night and unpack. However, with a 14-month-old that wakes up at seven, that's not the wisest course of action. So I'll go to sleep and just dream about unpacking. But I will be dreaming in my fluffy new duvet. :)
We've bought a lot of stuff to put in this new house in the last few days. New bed coverings for the master, stupid $100 trash can that J had to have, curtains, curtain rods, tie-backs, you get the picture. Man, is it easy to spend all of the hard-earned cash we've put away for the last four months. I love everything we've bought, and know it's necessary, but I hate seeing the bank account dwindle.
The big problem is the unpacking. Having moved from a tiny two-bedroom apartment, we don't have much furniture. What we do have is a ton of books. Seriously. We also have a ridiculous amount of kitchen stuff that we probably don't need but I just can't bear to throw away. Two sets of dishes, two sets of glassware, too many pots and pans... All from before we were married, but neither of us wants to get rid of "my" set. We've been here two days, and my anal retentive tendencies want me to stay up all night and unpack. However, with a 14-month-old that wakes up at seven, that's not the wisest course of action. So I'll go to sleep and just dream about unpacking. But I will be dreaming in my fluffy new duvet. :)
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