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On the Continent

9 Mar

Steve likes to pretend he’s still in college. Like the one time he hosted an “Amateur Day” party and made us all do jello shots and play drinking games in his garage. He also wanted to bring back spring break. Unfortunately for me, he went for classy rather than authentic – so we’re not going to Panama City or Daytona. A bit of an upgrade really, to western Europe.

So, I’m hitting Amsterdam, Paris and Brussels over eight busy days. I’ve done my shopping, chosen my wardrobe inspiration pics (sure to be uninspired once I unpack) and converted dollars to euros. I’d love to hear any of your recommendations for those cities, or just for European travel in general. We have some definite plans, like hotels, train tickets and sight-seeing to-do’s – but suggestions are welcome, as I will otherwise spend quite a bit of time being dragged for eight-hour walks through each city by Steve. Which would be awesome, of course, except that he never sits down or eats or rests. Just walks. Help?

Merci.

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‘Round Here

2 Mar

Too tired to catch up. In summary:

Mo-vember

22 Nov
  • For Tervis Tumblers. And their lifetime warranty.
  • For my dog, who suddenly enjoys watching TV. She is perfection.
  • For my very handsome husband. He puts up with far too much.
  • For a wonderful invention – the dishwasher.
  • For “Mad Men” on DVD.
  • For the crazy mothers in my life. And the very rational, sane fathers. What a combination.
  • For the blessing of sleeping next to someone who does not snore.
  • For a little bit of rain, finally.
  • For pre-planning. Everything.
  • For my college roommates, who I now appreciate more than ever.
  • For beer, and wine, and bloody marys.
  • For J.Crew.
  • For my siblings. Four sisters and one little brother.
  • For vacation, and happy hour. One is just a mini version of the other, translated for daily life.
  • For my SUV. Ah, trunk space.
  • For northern Michigan and Lake Charlevoix. The place we disconnect and reconnect.
  • For Steve’s crazy ideas (tonight: “Can I have an extra garage for beer?” Um, sure.).
  • For donuts. And other amazing, deep-fried foods.

[Thankful. In no particular order.]

[Completely unrelated pictures. From October. In Brown County, Indiana.]

Meanwhile, back on the mainland….

19 Nov

It is attempting to become winter here in the midwest, and nothing makes me more sad. If there are people out there who don’t believe that Seasonal Affective Disorder (appropriately, SAD) exists – I challenge you, because I bet you actually have it. Which would you prefer: a) sunny summer day at the lake with a cold beer, or b) wet, cold evening when the sun sets before you get home from work? Rhetorical question.

These are my current tactics to battle what is surely the onslaught of six months of misery:

1. Listening to a LOT of Katy Perry. Singing in the kitchen about being a California gurl makes me pretty cheery, but it seems to have the opposite effect on my husband, who started drafting a divorce settlement around the 6th repeat of “Teenage Dream” (Glee version, in my defense). There’s no way this is annoying.

2. Eating my traditional winter breakfast of oatmeal. And pretending it is porridge. I’m not exactly sure that they’re different – or really that this should actually bring happiness to my day.

3. We’re embarking next week on our first ever Thanksgiving holiday without adult supervision. For such a holiday, we decided to forsake tradition and our extended family groups and travel south to spend the long weekend with our sisters. We’re still rather unsure about how to deep fry the turkey, but will make all efforts not to set any residences aflame.

4. Two ski trips are already on the books. This brings me joy because I am obviously and outdoors(wo)man of the highest caliber and love being out in nature and engaging in physical activity. Additionally, it is pure hilarity to watch all 215 pounds of Steve barrel down a mountain close on the heels of small, screaming children who are praying to every god they’ve ever heard of that the big guy figures out how to stop looking like he’s trying to poop his pants, and actually put his snowplow stance to use.

5. I’ve decided that I am woefully under-invested in shoes, and have worked quickly to rectify the situation. My recent purchases have been met with some criticism at work – but I argue that studded red platform heels and black high heel suede booties are certainly office appropriate, and just because everyone else is wearing tennis shoes does not mean I need to stoop to those levels. Although not safe for wintry walking, they have certainly improved my November.

Any other suggestions?

Worst Week of the Year

23 Aug

It’s unavoidable. Like the locusts, they will return.

This week is move-in week. U-Hauls from the east coast are swarming into town, driving the wrong way down every damn one-way street. The fraternity and sorority houses opened on Sunday, and the dorms will open to the freshmen on Wednesday. By the close of business mid-week there will be so many crying mothers in mini-vans it’ll be almost like the opening night of a Twilight movie.

After a peaceful summer, it’s sad to watch the little heathens return to take over the town. At least those moving vans are full of the girls who will be my main source of entertainment as I drive to work, and they complete the walk of shame.

Welcome back to school kiddies.

One Year

8 Aug

This weekend we celebrated our first year of marriage. Scratch that, marital bliss. If the first year is supposedly the hardest, the rest of our lives will likely be a piece of cake. I don’t for one minute believe we’ll breeze by year by year, just as in love as the minute we said “I do,” but I have a true partner who is committed to our vows to love, serve, honor and protect each other. I’m a very blessed girl.

One year down, forever to go.

Love you Suze.

4th

2 Jul

My favorite holiday is upon us. Hoping your patriotic weekend is full of good friends and good times.

I’ll be in Chicago, for fireworks on the lake. Cannot be beat.

You’re Welcome

1 Jul

I came uncomfortably close to peeing on the couch reading this stuff.

Hyperbole and a Half

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God-Parenthood

10 May

We were pretty darn thrilled a couple of weeks ago when Steve’s best friend (affectionately PeeWee) called to ask us if we’d stand up at his daughter’s baptism as her godparents. I know I actually shrieked. Little Leah Jane is 7 months old and she is the FIRST baby that I love, adore and otherwise allow to spit-up on me.

Let me step back and note that I’m not really a baby person. There is always someone in the room who is waaaaaay more into little infants than I am, and that person normally hogs the child and mother. Fine with me. I’m also super freaked out by first-time moms, who are typically ridiculous with their you’re-not-holding-the-baby-the-right-way-I-swear-you’re-stunting-his-growth-and-future-Harvard-admission-chances. I’m no professional, so that usually leaves me talking to the family dog when a new baby makes an appearance. However, I decided to change my tune for Leah.

Lucky for me, Leah’s mother is about the most natural mom you’ve ever met, which may also be helped by the fact she’s a trained labor and delivery nurse. She was quick to coach me through holding the baby, feeding the baby and otherwise pretending that I wasn’t totally inept around the baby. I love her for this. I also love that her daughter is perhaps the most well-behaved infant EVER, and therefore makes it pretty easy to become mildly obsessed.

So early in May, we became godparents to our favorite little girl. Please observe the very godmother-ly outfit I wore above. I’m not Catholic, but I’m pretty sure I have the godmother “look” nailed here. Also, if your godmother didn’t wear grey satin Coach wedge heels with gold trim at your baptism, I’m not sure she really loves you.

We’re looking forward to many, many happy years celebrating with Leah, and becoming the crazy Aunt and Uncle she just can’t quite get enough of.

How I am an idiot, Part I:

5 May

I was somehow able to disconnect both our internet and our DirecTV service in one fell swoop earlier this week. Still haven’t quite figured that one out. Several days offline, at home? Not for the faint of heart! Thank the good Lord I downloaded Sonic the Hedgehog (3!) for Wii before this catastrophe hit.

Back to regularly scheduled programming ASAP. Which means, possibly sporadic posting. About crap no one cares to read.