Thursday, May 31, 2007

Playing Preschool

I think I'm going to bite someone today. Because then I'll apparently be on their very low and immature level and said person will be able to relate/communicate with me. But not understand. I'm not at all worried that said (jerkwad) person will ever understand.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Memorial Day Weekend (In Pictures)

J and I went here for our long weekend. A trip to see my Pappy was long overdue. So was my hair!
Look at my poor, sad, limp, lifeless locks before:
Now, check out my rockin style after! (and the lovely Mrs. A's too!):
I have to say, I have a good thing going with the hair. My girlfriend is a stylist so she does it at home for half price (I KNOW!). But, my pappy very much loves Mrs. A's sister (Mrs. A, her family, etc.) so he TOTALLY PAYS FOR IT! But he always gives her a hefty tip. So therefore I also get fabulous hair products as well.
Moving on. Just when you thought she couldn't get any cuter, here she is. The utterly adorable Miss Pie!

After a humid evening at the park. So help me, I sometimes think Northern humidity is worse than the South.

I'm pretty sure that somewhere along the way on this fabulous blog I've mentioned that my wonderful Aunties catered our wedding for us. They have a catering/bakery business and brought the show on the road for our reception. For our anniversary gift they made us a small wedding cake. OHMYGOSH IT WAS FABULOUS! Double layer strawberry and buttercream frosting! See the original here.
Go ahead.....salivate!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Looking for a podcast baby this evening, I'm looking for a podcast baby tonight

First, I'd like to apologize for that title. For some reason when I started thinking I was going to look for some good podcasts, that came to me. Now, everytime I think about podcast, I sing along. No, I've never been normal.

Second, I'm looking for some good podcasts and need some help. I'll take anything: books, devotionals, seminars, speeches, speakers, anything of all that may be slightly interesting. So go ahead and tell me what you listen to and where you've found some good podcasts. Don't just do it for me....share along for everyone else who drops by too.

Friday, May 25, 2007


  • My day started off quite hellaciously, thanks for asking! I hadn't even had coffee yet and realized I'd need something much stronger to move forward. If only I could get fired so I could spend my summer being a nanny at the pool all while drawing unemployement. I have high aspirations, I know!
  • I'm going to God's Country this for the long weekend to visit my family and best friend, and J's little love. There will be chicken and dumplins involved and wedding cake to celebrate our anniversary. What are you doing this weekend?
  • Speaking of chicken and dumplins....Jenny has never had those. Now I'm feeling really deep South over there. Raise your hand if you HAVE NEVER HAD CHICKEN AND DUMPLINS!
  • Don't forget Summer Swap 2007!
  • Ok, so I hate everyone of you for leaving me hanging here! Seriously, not even a sympathy comment. I bared my soul as being an idiot and I got nothing.
  • Did anyone try any of these? What did you think?
  • Oh, and J is totally coming around on my shoe shopping. I think he really likes the red ones. We had a conversation much like this:

J: Are you going to wear your red shoes with that dress

Me: Absolutely! And I can wear them with (blah blah blah....)

J: I think I kinda like those. They look pretty on you.

Me: Good! I hope you like the black ones too!

(Oops, did I not mention those?)

Well, a couple of days later we had a conversation similar to this:

J:Cupcake, I don't think I've seen those shoes before.

Me: You haven't, you've just heard about them. (See Above)

  • Remember my winning bunco money? Well I went out with the girls for my friend JB's birthday for "Manicures and Martinis". Wow-$5 manicures, $5 massages, and $4 martinis. I only had so many nails to manicure so I was forced to spend a massive amount of my gambling earnings on martinis. Poor me. (Here we are below).

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Do you know what he did this time?

My dentist has a crush on me. I'm sure of it. I know this because when I went for my last cleaning a couple of weeks ago. He said I had a cavity. Why else would he tell me this and have me come back after my last little incident there.

This time, he didn't make me wait. In fact, they met me at the door with a laughing gas and plugged me up. However, they also now treat me with the kid gloves of a three-year-old. The hygienist (who was probably afraid of me after reading my chart) offered me strawberry nose--as in to breathe the laughing gas through. A strawberry nose! Ok people, who can resist the offer of a strawberry nose? Certainly not me. And also they said things to me like this:

"Open reeeeeaaaaal wide! Try to keep your mouth open for me. GOOD! JOB!"
I mean at least I wasn't asked to roll over and play dead, right?

I'm proud to report that I wore my big girl panties and made it through this visit with no tears. However, I did kick my shoes off when I got really relaxed and comfortable. I mean, who can actually relax in shoes?

But let's get to the real question here. Do you know what he did do? Besides offer me the strawberry nose? He reverse muzzled me! Apparently I was so relaxed and so kicked back on the dock of the bay with Otis Redding that I couldn't keep my mouth open. So they put this little clamp thingy on the inside and then around my chin and clipped. It kinda hurt. But you can't really say anything with your mouth held open. So I went back to the dock of the bay.

With my strawberry nose.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Tag, you're it!

Thanks Blondemom!

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1)A Lifetime

2)The Life & Times of a First Time Stay at Home Mom

3)Mom of 2 and Wife of 1


5)Newlywed Bliss

Next select five people to tag:

Swistle, Jenny, Brittny, Nicole, and Christina

What were you doing 10 years ago?

I was 15 years old. I was probably skipping tennis practice to make out with my boyfriend who would then deliver me at the tennis courts before my parents picked me up. Of course, he would buy me a Pal's sweet tea or Sonic drink. By the way, my tennis coach was also the pastor of my church.

What were you doing 1 year ago?

I was freshly off of my honeymoon as a newlywed....what do you think I was doing?

Five snacks you enjoy:

1. Fruit: grapes/apples/strawberries/pineapples

2. Mixed nuts

3. Cereal

4. Cheese

5. Crackers

Five songs that you know all the lyrics to:

1. The Right Stuff, New Kids on the Block

2. Ice, Ice Baby, Vanilla Ice

3. Shook Me All Night Long, ACDC

4. Pour Some Sugar On Me, Def Leppard

5. Jack and Diane, John Cougar Mellancamp

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

1. Buy our dream house and a little cottage on the lake

2. Get J a MacBook that he covets, and a tractor

3. Set up a trust for my little brother

4. Give to my favorite charities (MDA, Habitat for Humanity, Susan G. Komen, March of Dimes, DonateLife)

5. Invest so that I never have to work again

Five bad habits:

1. Nagging

2. Not being able to say "no."

3. Sticking my foot in my mouth

4. Trying to do too much at once

5. Being Impatient

Five things you like doing:

1. Sewing, Monogramming, Beading, being creative and working on projects

2. Shopping

3. Travelling

4. Having dinner with my husband

5. Babysitting

6. Reading (I can't leave that out!)

Five things you would never wear again:

1. Cargo anything

2. A bra that gives me four boobs....why didn't someone tell me!

3. Cheerleading uniforms

4. Logo shirts (ugh!)

5. Shoe String hair bows and double tounged L.A. Gear sneakers

Five favorite toys:

1. Sewing/Monogramming machine

2. Laptop

3. Digital Camera

4. MP3 Player

5. Fancy Pancy Phone

If you wanna play, leave a comment so we all know where to find you.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

PSA: I'm a rockin' good friend

Girl from the South, these cute little flip flops have been located, purchased, and will soon be on their way to DC for your cute little piggies to wear during your commute. They'll be sent via the pony express by the weekend.

This concludes this message that I'm a rockin' good friend and will sacifice myself to go shoe shopping for my friends.

Aaaaall Byyyyyyy Myyyyyyseeeeeelf*

J is out of town....again! However, everynight he's been away I've had very gracious dinner invitations from our friends. This could mean one of two things:

1) Said friends know I can exsist entirely on cereal (and maybe some cheese).
2) J has paid them to keep me busy because it is cheaper than my shoe shopping when he's away.

*Thank you Celine Dion.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Saturday in Pictures

PART ONE: My Husband Thinks I'm a Pack Mule
See this lovely pile of dead trees, brush, and vines? They were all cut from the perimeter of our back yard. Then they were strapped together. Then they were pulled up the hill. By me. (Ok, J did some (a lot, most) of it, but still! Do you know what he said to me? "Turn around, now put this over your shoulder. Now pull, it's easier!" I think the neighbors watched for entertainment. At least the edge of our back yard looks pretty now. (Not that any one else on the street cares about their yards.)

Part Two: Sorority Alumni Spring Cocktail
Saturday night was also the Spring Cocktail for my sorority alumni group. We had our party at the Regas, a very old and fancy pancy restaurant in town. It's a very nice and elegant place to have such an event. The cocktail hour and dinner were both fabulous. J and Mr. S managed to make sure it was "rednecked up" just a bit. Perhaps that is why A and I fell in love with them. Can I just say that my husband's wit was on this weekend? He didn't miss a beat with anything he said.
For example, Mrs. H's (3rd from left) husband was unable to attend due to his work schedule this weekend. I shared J with her since he and Mr. H are nearly clones. I think she felt as if he were there. Especially when he made the endearing comment (to the host/waiter) "No, we're looking for her a date. Don't worry, you're off the hook, we met your wife on the way in." Yeah, he was cut off from blue moon after that.
Here are some of my favorite girls and there husbands: Mr. and Mrs. S and Mr. and Mrs. Y.

Again with Mrs. S and Mrs. Y. I adore these lovely ladies. (Yes, Mrs. S looks different without the margarita glass in front of her.)

J and I before we left. We clean up ok, especially after the morning of being a pack mule! And I did got a bit fancy on the hair, but I used this as an opportunity to practice for a couple of weddings I'm in this summer and fall. Not shabby for about 15 minutes, and it held all night. After the party we continued our own patio cocktail by building a fire (with cake, ice cream, wine, beer, and Jack Daniels. Mrs. S will not have a party without her old friend Jack!) with the S's and Y's until the wee hours of the morning.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Drinking, Gambling, and Drinking & Gambling

I love my monthly night of Bunco (bunko? drunko?) with a dozen or so of my favorite girls. It really is the little things in life that make me happy: bunco, wine, cheese cubes. (Oh how I love cheese cubes.) So last night was Bunco and it was a rather enjoyable time of wine, cheese, dice, and gambling. Especially because I won. And brought home a pocket full of cash.

Now taking suggestions on what to do with my new found (drunken/gambling)* wealth.

*I know this post is making my dad and grandparents proud. Hey wait, my pappy would probably enjoy it if I threw in some whiskey.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Quote of the Week (a la Bri)

My girlfriend Bri and I are in a wedding this fall. She was calling the dress shop with her measurements for her bridesmaids dress. The man (?) on the phone was perplexed at what she told him and asked (and I am not kidding) "Are you a box?" I would think even idiot would no better than to say any such thing to a woman! However the ever so lovely and clever Bri came back with:

"No sir, I am a lady. I've had a couple of kids and things aren't where they used to be, but I'm a lady, not a box. Are you?"

I love it!

Summer Swap '07

Who wants to do a fun summer swap? Whoa! No ambushing me please. Form a single file line, there will be room for everyone! For complete details go visit my friend Jenny by clicking the button above.

If you want to play along email me (address to the right) or Jenny (email in the complete details on her blog) with your physical address, shoe size, and favorite color. We're going to partner everyone up and let the fun begin. You'll collect summer items that spell out the word SUMMER and try to include a pair of flip flops!

I hope you all want to participate. Maybe we'll even have a virtual toast with real wine at the end.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Breaking the Blonde Sterotype

Last night my friend A (who is a Mrs. M as well but this is my blog and I'll be the Mrs. M so for now she is A.) and I had a JL meeting downtown. We were chatting in the parking garage as we were leaving and I finally got to my car and it was dead. Wouldn't turn at all, would not respond to the key or anything. It could be worse, I suppose it could have been stolen.

Luckily A (who is a redhead) was lost looking for her car so she was able to come to my rescue, once she found her car. I (brunette) bring the trusty jumper cables out of my trunk and we're ready to go. Except that we aren't. Why? Well because in all our grown-up, adult, college-educated, genius, young, professional women brains, we apparently lack common sense. You need to raise the little red rubber pieces on the positive side and make a metal to metal connection. Yes, thank you! Thankyouverymuch!

This actually comes as a shock to me since I'm a very girl scout kinda girl in an "always be prepared" mode. I remember once in college my little red rocket saved a couple of guys in a dually truck with her jumper cables....and I was the one that knew how to use them. I can also change a tire and change my own brakes. My dad made me learn how. He was there supervising and all, but made me do it. I've determined that getting married has made me retreat to damsel in distress. I no longer have to worry about car or home repair issues, so I don't. And dare I say it I don't even touch the financial stuff. J is a financial, number crunching, guru and I'm perfectly happy just bouncing along finding red shoes on sale.

And as an added coincidence just this week I took a host of books to the local book swap shop. Probably 8 of my 10 trade-ins were of the girl power, do-it-yourself variety that I know find boring and pointless rather than enlightening and educating.

And that brings me to think "Damn! I'm married!" Never in a million years did I think that I would be very happily married and loving it at my current ripe old age. (I'm fairly certain that if you ask Southern Girl, she'll agree that she too is equally as shocked!) Hey wait, given the fact my dad made me learn all the stuff on my own....perhaps he didn't have much hope for me either. Hmm....

Don't just leave me here to to sulk in my idiot moment. Give me yours!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Crab and Shrimp Stuffed Rolls

This recipe is scrumptious! It's perfect for a hot summer evening. J and I like it with corn on the cob and salad. I nearly felt like I was on the dining on the coast in Charleston!

Crab and Shrimp Stuffed Rolls

1 pkg hard rolls, hollowed (I used onion pita bread)
1 pkg crab or tuna and shrimp
1/2 c spanish olives, chopped
1-2 tsp mayonnaise
1-2 c shredded cheese (I used cheddar and a casserole blend)
chopped or grated onion to taste (more or less depending on what you like)
salt and pepper

Preheat oven at 350 degrees. Mix all above ingredients and stuff in rolls. Bake for 20-30 minutes.

Monday, May 14, 2007

A little competitive?

My husband and I can be a little competitive. And by a little, I mean a lot.

Last night we were unwinding from a busy weekend and being out of town. We decided to enjoy the lovely weather and our lovely patio. We had a little beer and wine and sat outside with some candles. Everything was fine until we decided to play a card game. Does anyone else like Phase 10? Well, perhaps Phase 10 was a bad idea for us.

The words "alimony" and "division of assets" were used. A lot.

By the way, I won in a final round of "winner takes all" in which we repeated phase 4 that I should have not let him back up on because he made a big mistake.

There now, it says on the Internet that I won. And we all know if you read it on the Internet, it must be true.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Sharing a Scrapbook

Here are a few of the pages I made for my little brother's scrapbook* that I gave him for Christmas. He's (choke, gasp) THIRTEEN! (Boohoo!). I was a built in babysitter since I was 12. I've been his biggest fan his entire life. I was a senior in high school when he started kingergarten and loved that I could pick him up from school. He was a cool kid because his sister could drive and picked him up, not his parents. (Well, there was that stinkin' kid who kept saying I was too old to be a sister.) When I went to college I'd always go home for his ball games, boy scout things, school plays, and just to eat lunch with him in the (4 star!) elementary school cafeteria! One day I even took him McDonalds. That is so against the rules, but I played dumb. In case you couldn't already tell, I adore my little brother!

He's endured a lot in his young life. Our grandmother died suddenly when he was in kingergarten. Our granddad never left our house (although he wouldn't admit that he lived with us) from that day on. Grandad was little brother's best friend! Granddad had a great banking system, too. You could give him a $5 or $10 bill to "hold for you" and it would always come back as a $20! Granddad died at our house when little brother was in 4th grade, he was ten. Then, exactly 10 months to the day later, our dad died too. As if that's not enough for the child, his (fine, our) mother is (nicely put) certifiable. Seriously, not fit to be a mother. I can't remember the last time she was not in a drug/alcohol induced stupor. Little brother endures a lot in his daily life and it breaks my heart that I can't do anything about it. (And just FYI, having him removed from home and obtaining custody isn't so easy. Been there. Done That.)

For a myriad of reasons, I don't get to see little brother on the regular basis that I would like. However I want him to know the love that his family has for him. By the time he's my age, he'll have lived longer without his dad, than with him. I worry he won't remember him or his grandparents. I want him to have pictures and memories that he can always reflect on. Thus, I present with a few of the 60 pages I put together. (Some you click on and make bigger, and some you can't...I have no idea...)

*I'm a very basic scrapbooker. Pretty paper, scissors, glue, stickers, the end. I know it doesn't even compare to some of the fancy schmancy scrapbookers of the world, but I like it. And my 13 year old audience adored it, so mission accomplished! There are splotched areas where I removed names. Please ignore my horrid hair and fashion skills.

Thursday, May 10, 2007


My darling (lovely, wonderful, very pretty, smells nice most of the time) husband is back in town and at the office. I just got this email from him:

Cupcake I just looked at your blog….is there anything you need to tell me?
Go ahead Internet, tell him how sad and lonely I've been this week and how I had to console myself in pretty, wedged, peep-toed, red things for my little piggies.*
*Honey, they were a good deal at only $14.99! Isn't that great? I felt as if I were stealing them at that price. I mean, seriously, they threw them at me as I walked past the door!

An Informal Poll

It's a lovely day outside. Who thinks I should blow off this silly little thing called work and go enjoy it?

I missed my hubby so much that I should buy him a dog. Yes/no?

These cute little things were an absolute necessity, yes?

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Time on my hands

Having to much time on my hands stresses me out nearly as much as having too much to do. When I have a large open time frame (which to me could be three or four hours of an afternoon) of no plans I immediately make a mental list of what I could do, fun project things to do, not housework things to do. I feel such an urge to be productive. So while J is out of town* for a few days I think of all the things I could do (besides water the plants honey, I'm all over that!).

I have several projects I could work on the new purse design that I've not quite mastered. I could work on my online store a bit (coming soon!). I also have a few clothing items that need mended (boring!). I have a few birthday gifts I'm in the process of making. I could start on the cute invitations for Mrs. O-to-be's shower next month. So many possibilities! See where the stress comes in? What should I do? I have to breathe into a paper bag just because I want to do a project!

Of course, I could always just go shopping. I could buy those red shoes I've been coveting. Then, I could totally blame it on the fact that I was all alone and needed to console myself. Right?

Does anyone else get the productive jitters like I do? (Mrs. Flinger, this seems like you considering we're both OCD, anal-retentive, list-lovers.) What hobbies or projects do you do when you have time? What hobbies or projects would you like to do? Who thinks I should go buy red shoes?

*Not that having him in town cramps my style, it's just that I don't have those large open time frames all to myself.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

And I continue to whine...

You made it past the title? Good! You can have wine with me. J is out of town for Three. Whole. Days. I know, I know, some of you have husbands that are out of town more frequently than he is and for long times and.....but this is different. This is my husband. Now I have to get the mail, and water the flowers (those poor flowers, relying on me), and plus the house seems so big when I'm there all alone.

I'm sure I'll stay busy. For example, tonight, I'm going back to Kroger to give them the apple juice that I bought that is fermented and more apple cider vinegar. Then again, maybe I can add some barley and hops and put it on the menu. Um, and I can paint my toenails.

So would someone like to come by with wine? and cheese? and chocolate? Ooooh, and what about mashed potatoes? I mean, I mean I know that isn't the usual but mashed potatoes sound like a good choice for dinner tonight, yes?

Speaking of, how do you like your mashed potatoes? I like them smashed, peel on, with garlic.

Monday, May 07, 2007

And I Weep

Reflecting upon this moment last year I was cruising international waters, lounging poolside, soaking up the Caribbean sun, listening to an island band and enjoying a pretty little drink with an umbrella.

But alas, today I am in an office chair, in front of the computer, beneath fluorescent lights, hearing middle aged men who act like drama ridden 7th grade girls, needing more coffee.

This makes me want to cry real tears.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Tonight, We're Fancy

J and I are attending a garden party tonight. It's a Gatsby-esque 20's theme complete with a jazz band, black and white silent movies, a cigar girl, and martini bar! The words "free beer" and "free beer" were all it took to entice my husband that spending Friday night dressed-up at a social event was a good idea. However this event is also a fundraiser and the ticket prices made him have a bit of a conniption. So he has affirmed that he will dutifully place himself next to the buffet table with beer in hand at all times of the night to ensure he gets his Mr. Franklin's worth. I've pointed out to him that I spent more than this on our second date when I took him to my senior sorority formal. He pointed out to me that we didn't have a mortgage then and he bought me a large diamond for my left hand. But this is a fundraiser so half is tax deductible. Good reason, yes?

J and I don't get out much (you might have guessed) so an evening social event where I get to dress up has me giddy with excitement. Plus, I'm looking forward to meeting some of the boyfriends/fiances/husbands of the wonderful ladies that I've met this year in JLK. I have already pre-determined that they are all suitable for friendship with my husband. See, I've put myself out there for the greater good! The majority of our friends live in different states so I've sacrificed myself to finding us some local, fun, newlywed couples with whom we can be friends.
Awesome of me, right?

Bottom line, it's downright difficult to make friends when you're not in school. Even harder? Finding a suitable person to date. I'd always done that in class. Get the girl out of school and she knows not how to handle herself. We have friends from our community group at church, but no one that we really spend time with outside of related functions. We also have friends at work, but that's a fine line of being too friendly. There is one lady from the office that I spend time with outside of work but J hasn't met her husband yet.

How do you meet people? How social are you? Do you go out often or are you more of a homebody? How do you find people to date? Maybe it's just my town, but there's not much of a singles scene outside of the raunchy bars.

Ok, I'm going to go continue to be excited about my strapless garden party dress with cute pink heels!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Home Grown Hero

Have you heard of Jesco White? You know, The Dancing Outlaw? Well, you'll be excited to know he's from my neck of the woods. Yes, I'm a West Virgina girl and Jesco live(s/ed) rather close to where the majority of my family still resides.

My husband only learned of the Dancing Outlaw recently, and from a guy at work. He was very upset and disappointed that I'd not introduced him to Jesco before now. We watched both documentaries last night including the cut out, unreleased scenes. It was rather interesting and rather entertaining. He talked all about his childhood and his mother, Birty Mae, and wife, Norma Jean were also featured telling parts of the story. You hear all about Jesco's childhood including two stints in juvenile detention. He talks of his love for Elvis and his past drug addiction. He also had a guest spot on Roseanne in the 90s.

I think people not from rural Appalachia tend to see it with their jaw dropped in awe. Again, Jesco has a very interesting life story, and it's true. Sadly, everyone capitalized on Jesco's fame, except for Jesco. His current conditions are the same as those featured in the documentary.

You can read more about him here. You can see Jesco dancing here. Hear Jesco talk about sloppy eggs. This is a news clip. Visit YouTube and search for Jesco White or The Dancing Outlaw. Go search it out, you won't be disappointed. J was enamored. It's official, if I cave and we get a dog, he will most likely be named Jesco.

Go ahead, tell me how much you love Jesco White, The Dancing Outlaw. Had you ever heard of him before? Share with all of us your own home-grown heroes.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007


There was a health fair at my office yesterday. It was nice because participation was encouraged and that meant I could gallivant about and be away from my desk a large part of the morning. There were handfuls of screenings, tests, and even massages. That, by far, was the best part.

My former place of employment had an event such as this, too, which was my first infamous encounter with a chiropractor. Yesterday, I had another such encounter. Not only is my right leg about an eighth to quarter inch shorter than my left, my feet have no arches. None. at. all. Because of this I put pressure on the whole bottom of my feet, especially the outsides. This will apparently cause knee pain, followed by hip pain, followed by arthritis in the back. Furthermore, I have bad posture. Apparently my shoulders walk two steps in front of me and the rest of my body just tries to keep up.

That's right Internet, I'm falling apart and expected to be the hunchback by the middle of next week.

The funny part? The chiropractor was giving me the whole spill of treatments, options, blah blah blah and assured he could take away any pain and asked me where I felt it most. What pain? I'm fine! Seriously, the only pain is on my poor mind that come next week I'm going to be hobbling. I've opted not to "treat" my many, many quirks listed above. The first encounter with the chiropractor led me to his office for a couple of weeks. I decided it was crap and quit going. Hey, I was young and naive and had insurance for the very first time in five years. You betcha I went to his office twice a week!

Now, I'd like your humble opinion on chiropractors and chiropractic care. If you don't have one, tell me your quirks and what is going to cause your to stumble up the bell tower with me.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

A lot of people lost money

Why? Because I'm certain J and I made it far past speculation with the celebratory one year anniversary. We had a great weekend that started Thursday. We went to a baseball game (using paper tickets), Friday night we had dinner at a favorite cafe (using a paper coupon), we drove around perusing garage sales Saturday morning (looking for paper signs), had dinner at another favorite restaurant on Saturday night(the menus were paper?), went hiking on Sunday (referencing a paper map), then got a milkshake at our favorite deli (ok, semi-grease pit but the cup was paper!), and finished off Sunday night by attending a birthday party for the preacher who married us. He's a great family friend and became ordained just to marry us. We always celebrate big events with the H family. We had a fabulous weekend and had fun relating everything to paper.

As for gifts, we're getting our passports (paper!).

Thanks for all of your well wishes! Next year is clocks. I suppose we'll have a full on Flava Flav extravaganza.