My life right now in 50 words or less:
I'm alive. Barely. (3)
Hoping to share some pictures soon. (6)
Very tired. (2)
A little hungry. (3)
None of the following: scared, angry, confused (7)
Horrified because: Michael just shared with the Facebook world that I might watch a little show called Bachelor Pad. Don't worry, I'm cringing more than you are. (27)
Total word count: 48
Sweet dreams.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Not A Fan Of The Butterfly
Michael and I have a new hobby. I'll give you a hint:
Living in Texas means weeks upon weeks of 100+ weather (although it appears it's like that most everywhere right now). We tried waking up at 5 am to run and it was a cool 93 degrees. Evenings were even worse. One night after we knew all had left, we ventured to our neighborhood pool. And swam. It was glorious. My legs ached, my arms ached, my lungs absolutely hated me, yet I emerged from the water feeling like Dana Torres. Actually, I felt more like a manatee but we all have to start somewhere.
I tried swimming in one of my swimsuits the first time we went. Hello world. Then I tried switching the top for a sports bra (let's be honest, what's the difference?) but that just felt weird. So today I woke up and ventured to a foreign land: Sports Authority.
Friends, I have found something that is more difficult to put on than Spanx: a one-piece (swimmer's) swimsuit. I haven't worn one since I was 12 and after looking at it on the hanger I decided it was the same size as the one I wore when I was 12. After a brief pep talk in the dressing room, I put on the swimsuit and wouldn't you know it, that material stretches A LOT.
I looked in the mirror for exactly 3 seconds and decided black really is a woman's best friend, but it can only do so much. I took it off (possibly more difficult than putting it on) and left the dressing room. Not my best look but it'll do.
Sidenote: Is there a reason all Speedo and TYR swimsuits look exactly like they did in the 80's? I don't need neon patterns and stripes adorning my suit, people. Thank God for Nike.
As I was leaving the store I noticed some cute running shorts and paused. I decided they were too short and too cut up on the sides so I put them back. And then I realized I was in the men's department.
Those shorts need to be banned asap.
We'll see how it goes with the swimming adventure. It's good to know I can get some exercise without dying from heat exhaustion. Instead, I imagine I'll just die from exhaustion.
Living in Texas means weeks upon weeks of 100+ weather (although it appears it's like that most everywhere right now). We tried waking up at 5 am to run and it was a cool 93 degrees. Evenings were even worse. One night after we knew all had left, we ventured to our neighborhood pool. And swam. It was glorious. My legs ached, my arms ached, my lungs absolutely hated me, yet I emerged from the water feeling like Dana Torres. Actually, I felt more like a manatee but we all have to start somewhere.
I tried swimming in one of my swimsuits the first time we went. Hello world. Then I tried switching the top for a sports bra (let's be honest, what's the difference?) but that just felt weird. So today I woke up and ventured to a foreign land: Sports Authority.
Friends, I have found something that is more difficult to put on than Spanx: a one-piece (swimmer's) swimsuit. I haven't worn one since I was 12 and after looking at it on the hanger I decided it was the same size as the one I wore when I was 12. After a brief pep talk in the dressing room, I put on the swimsuit and wouldn't you know it, that material stretches A LOT.
I looked in the mirror for exactly 3 seconds and decided black really is a woman's best friend, but it can only do so much. I took it off (possibly more difficult than putting it on) and left the dressing room. Not my best look but it'll do.
Sidenote: Is there a reason all Speedo and TYR swimsuits look exactly like they did in the 80's? I don't need neon patterns and stripes adorning my suit, people. Thank God for Nike.
As I was leaving the store I noticed some cute running shorts and paused. I decided they were too short and too cut up on the sides so I put them back. And then I realized I was in the men's department.
Those shorts need to be banned asap.
We'll see how it goes with the swimming adventure. It's good to know I can get some exercise without dying from heat exhaustion. Instead, I imagine I'll just die from exhaustion.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Florida (One Month Later)
So we went to Florida about a month ago. The whole time I was there I thought, “I can’t wait to blog about this!” and “Wouldn’t this be a funny story to share?” And of course it’s all gone. I will try to share a few highlights and let the pictures tell the rest.
Michael and I were on a “TSA regulated flight” to Florida, which meant security was extra tight. We each packed two carry-on items so we wouldn’t have to check any luggage and Michael was kind enough to hold the two heavy bags while I carried the lighter ones. Security was randomly selecting bags as we boarded the plane and Michael was one of the lucky few whose bag was chosen. Unfortunately, the bag they selected was actually mine. As they unzipped the bag and pawed through my bras and other personal items, Michael quietly said, “Those aren’t my heels.” I laughed for a good 5 minutes on that one.
It was so much fun to spend time with Evan! He immediately recognized us and was able to say each of our names (I do believe he’d been practicing with his parents). I’m still Mermi and Michael is Mickey. Evan absolutely adores Michael so by the end of the week he would look at me and say, “Mickey?” I guess it’s nice he knows we’re a packaged deal. Every time I see him he’s grown a foot (in height—not an actually foot—thank God for that).
On a similar note, he has never called my mom by her name: Gramsie. Justin and Michelle figured out he has a hard time saying the “gr” sound. A week or so before the trip they showed him a picture of mom and he said, “Susie!” So now my tiny nephew calls his grandma by her first name. It’s pretty hilarious--mom is so thrilled he calls her anything at all that she doesn’t care.
Michael and I dressed up one night and went to (what I thought was going to be) a very nice restaurant. The view was awesome and the prices were astronomical, but it was about as casual as they come. Rather than be embarrassed, I held my head high and pretended my husband and I always dress up all fancy-like to go out. Eh, what can you do.
Two years ago my sunscreen of choice was baby oil. This year I wore a hat and spf 30 the entire week. Getting old is a bitch.
By the end of the week Michael looked hmm… how do I put this? Let’s just say I’m glad we weren’t in Arizona.
Rather than spend an entire paragraph explaining something that .02% of the population would find funny, I will only say our entire family had a conversation about gastropods (biology translation: stomach foot) and I ended up laughing so hard I was crying. Just typing this made me laugh out loud. Say it with me: NEEEERDS. Poor Michael.
This was, by far, my favorite vacation spent at Sanibel (this was our 25th anniversary of going)! It was Michael’s first visit and while past years have been wonderful, I always felt a bit empty. This year was just perfect. Cramming seven people into one condo can be frightening, but we all got along and had a wonderful time.
Conclusion? I am looking forward to many, many more years of visiting our home away from home.
CLICK HERE TO SEE PICTURES!
Michael and I were on a “TSA regulated flight” to Florida, which meant security was extra tight. We each packed two carry-on items so we wouldn’t have to check any luggage and Michael was kind enough to hold the two heavy bags while I carried the lighter ones. Security was randomly selecting bags as we boarded the plane and Michael was one of the lucky few whose bag was chosen. Unfortunately, the bag they selected was actually mine. As they unzipped the bag and pawed through my bras and other personal items, Michael quietly said, “Those aren’t my heels.” I laughed for a good 5 minutes on that one.
It was so much fun to spend time with Evan! He immediately recognized us and was able to say each of our names (I do believe he’d been practicing with his parents). I’m still Mermi and Michael is Mickey. Evan absolutely adores Michael so by the end of the week he would look at me and say, “Mickey?” I guess it’s nice he knows we’re a packaged deal. Every time I see him he’s grown a foot (in height—not an actually foot—thank God for that).
On a similar note, he has never called my mom by her name: Gramsie. Justin and Michelle figured out he has a hard time saying the “gr” sound. A week or so before the trip they showed him a picture of mom and he said, “Susie!” So now my tiny nephew calls his grandma by her first name. It’s pretty hilarious--mom is so thrilled he calls her anything at all that she doesn’t care.
Michael and I dressed up one night and went to (what I thought was going to be) a very nice restaurant. The view was awesome and the prices were astronomical, but it was about as casual as they come. Rather than be embarrassed, I held my head high and pretended my husband and I always dress up all fancy-like to go out. Eh, what can you do.
Two years ago my sunscreen of choice was baby oil. This year I wore a hat and spf 30 the entire week. Getting old is a bitch.
By the end of the week Michael looked hmm… how do I put this? Let’s just say I’m glad we weren’t in Arizona.
Rather than spend an entire paragraph explaining something that .02% of the population would find funny, I will only say our entire family had a conversation about gastropods (biology translation: stomach foot) and I ended up laughing so hard I was crying. Just typing this made me laugh out loud. Say it with me: NEEEERDS. Poor Michael.
This was, by far, my favorite vacation spent at Sanibel (this was our 25th anniversary of going)! It was Michael’s first visit and while past years have been wonderful, I always felt a bit empty. This year was just perfect. Cramming seven people into one condo can be frightening, but we all got along and had a wonderful time.
Conclusion? I am looking forward to many, many more years of visiting our home away from home.
CLICK HERE TO SEE PICTURES!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A Post About Luck
I still need to write the Florida post but right now I want to tell you a story.
I've been wanting a brown handbag for a long time and have had a humongous crush on Kooba bags ever since I worked at Nordstrom. Only problem? Their prices START around $600. I can't justify spending that (or even close to that) on a handbag.
Michael is Mr. eBay (seriously--he is either shipping or receiving a package three times a week) and has always had wonderful luck so I figured it was worth a shot. A month or so ago I began my search by simply typing in "handbags" and was overwhelmed by the results. After looking around to make sure no one was watching (I was home alone, not sure why I was so paranoid) I slowly typed in "K....O..." and then hurriedly typed "OBA" and hit enter. A few dozen handbags appeared and I audibly sighed. Took a sip of my coke and took a tour of the goods. I found one that was exactly what I had in mind: big, brown, and beautiful. It was in excellent condition. The best part was the price--no one had bid on it so it was a faaaantastic deal. I figured there was nothing wrong with "watching the item" as the auction wasn't over for several days. I shut my laptop and went about my day. When Michael came home I casually told him what I'd found and he said I should keep an eye on it.
Believe it or not, the next few days passed and I was able to think about things other than the bag. I have NEVER had luck with eBay and figured this would end the same way. On the last day of the auction I searched for the handbag and noticed it was still very big, very brown, and very beautiful. The best news? It had yet to receive a bid. Before I knew it, I bid on the bag. (I had no choice!) I started to send Michael an email to tell him the news but before I hit send I'd already received an email telling me I'd been outbid.
Have I mentioned I've NEVER had luck with eBay?
Furrowing my brow, I went back and bid higher. Outbid. A little higher. Outbid. I finally settled on the final "end all be all" amount and went for it. And waited. And waited. No one outbid me this time. I was back in the running with a little more than three hours left. At that point I started thinking of all of the outfits that would look great with my new friend.
Next thing I know, there's five minutes left and I'm a computer refreshing fool. With 15 seconds left I'm outbid. I decide, "what's an additional $5?" and up my bid one last time. I'm outbid by one person, who is then outbid by someone else and... it's over.
I lost the bag.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't severely disappointed. Michael knew when the auction was over and emailed to see how it went. I told him my sad news and even he was bummed.
Tonight we watched a few episodes of Mad Men and then I pulled out the laptop to read some blogs. Michael said he was going to grab something upstairs and came back with an item behind his back. With a sheepish grin he placed the Kooba bag in my arms. I was completely confused and said, "This is exactly like the one from the auction," to which he replied, "This IS the one from the auction." Apparently he knew my luck with eBay so he watched the handbag for the last 5 minutes of the bidding war. As soon as he saw I'd been outbid he bid on the handbag to make sure I'd win.
The moral of this story is not that I'm now the owner of a gorgeous bag (although that is an extremely pleasant sidenote). Michael was sweet enough to find out the bag I wanted and then got into a bidding war with a bunch of crazy ladies just so I could have a stupid handbag.
Actual moral of the story: I am one very, very lucky lady.
I've been wanting a brown handbag for a long time and have had a humongous crush on Kooba bags ever since I worked at Nordstrom. Only problem? Their prices START around $600. I can't justify spending that (or even close to that) on a handbag.
Michael is Mr. eBay (seriously--he is either shipping or receiving a package three times a week) and has always had wonderful luck so I figured it was worth a shot. A month or so ago I began my search by simply typing in "handbags" and was overwhelmed by the results. After looking around to make sure no one was watching (I was home alone, not sure why I was so paranoid) I slowly typed in "K....O..." and then hurriedly typed "OBA" and hit enter. A few dozen handbags appeared and I audibly sighed. Took a sip of my coke and took a tour of the goods. I found one that was exactly what I had in mind: big, brown, and beautiful. It was in excellent condition. The best part was the price--no one had bid on it so it was a faaaantastic deal. I figured there was nothing wrong with "watching the item" as the auction wasn't over for several days. I shut my laptop and went about my day. When Michael came home I casually told him what I'd found and he said I should keep an eye on it.
Believe it or not, the next few days passed and I was able to think about things other than the bag. I have NEVER had luck with eBay and figured this would end the same way. On the last day of the auction I searched for the handbag and noticed it was still very big, very brown, and very beautiful. The best news? It had yet to receive a bid. Before I knew it, I bid on the bag. (I had no choice!) I started to send Michael an email to tell him the news but before I hit send I'd already received an email telling me I'd been outbid.
Have I mentioned I've NEVER had luck with eBay?
Furrowing my brow, I went back and bid higher. Outbid. A little higher. Outbid. I finally settled on the final "end all be all" amount and went for it. And waited. And waited. No one outbid me this time. I was back in the running with a little more than three hours left. At that point I started thinking of all of the outfits that would look great with my new friend.
Next thing I know, there's five minutes left and I'm a computer refreshing fool. With 15 seconds left I'm outbid. I decide, "what's an additional $5?" and up my bid one last time. I'm outbid by one person, who is then outbid by someone else and... it's over.
I lost the bag.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't severely disappointed. Michael knew when the auction was over and emailed to see how it went. I told him my sad news and even he was bummed.
Tonight we watched a few episodes of Mad Men and then I pulled out the laptop to read some blogs. Michael said he was going to grab something upstairs and came back with an item behind his back. With a sheepish grin he placed the Kooba bag in my arms. I was completely confused and said, "This is exactly like the one from the auction," to which he replied, "This IS the one from the auction." Apparently he knew my luck with eBay so he watched the handbag for the last 5 minutes of the bidding war. As soon as he saw I'd been outbid he bid on the handbag to make sure I'd win.
The moral of this story is not that I'm now the owner of a gorgeous bag (although that is an extremely pleasant sidenote). Michael was sweet enough to find out the bag I wanted and then got into a bidding war with a bunch of crazy ladies just so I could have a stupid handbag.
Actual moral of the story: I am one very, very lucky lady.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
My Home Away From Home
Want to know who I spent the last 8 days with? I'll let Evan (with Michelle's help) tell you...
More on our fantastic trip to Florida later, I'm still enjoying the last few hours of vacation. :)
More on our fantastic trip to Florida later, I'm still enjoying the last few hours of vacation. :)
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