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let me be sappy for a minute

14 Feb

I cringe when I think about how much I have taken him for granted in the recent past. He loves me and kiddo to the ends of the earth and takes care of us like no one else ever could. I don’t deserve him. We will celebrate 15 years of marriage this summer (in Paris no less!!!) and 18 total years together. Marriage isn’t easy and sometimes we have a knack for making it harder than it has be. But the two of us are stronger than ever before and I can’t imagine my life without this man. This morning we told each other that we would love each other forever. Truer words were never spoken. ♥ I love you baby!

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all the saris

1 Jul

ImageThe Hindu wedding we attended this past weekend was pretty fabulous. The bride was Hindu; the groom Jewish. The word “beautiful” keeps coming to mind. I’d driven past the temple ever since I moved here years ago and it always looked lovely and intricate and fascinating. And I’m a curious bird when it comes to things new and unfamiliar to me.


We removed our shoes upon entering, placed them in the designated “shoe room” and rinsed our hands. The ceremony took place upstairs in a room with Hindu deities placed all around the perimeter. It was hot and crowded with people from diverse backgrounds but the plethora of sparking saris held my attention. So very pretty.

We sat on the floor with the majority of the others during the ceremony. The wedding itself was conducted by a Hindu priest in Sanskrit so without the aid of the handy program telling us what was happening, we would’ve had no clue.



After the ceremony, The Accountant and I walked around the temple looking at the various deities. He asked one of his Hindu friends about the significance of some of the rituals we were witnessing of other worshipers. His friend explained a bit and then made a comment about how he didn’t know every reason behind things but that he grew up Hindu and practiced it because that’s what his parents did. I found that interesting. Tradition runs deep.



19 Jun

What are those nuts called that are shaped like kidneys? I like those. And peanuts. Peanuts are my favorite. Almonds I will tolerate but they don’t really do it for me. I just ate this and it was good. I had a turkey sandwich, baked Lays and an apple for lunch. Exciting noms no?

Stuff is happenin’ around here. Tomorrow I’m moving into a new office space that is a vast improvement aesthetically over my current digs. I’ll be able to see the state capital building and half of town from my window. I am slightly worried that the Zone Out Factor will be high in the new place though. My Zone Out Factor is high enough already but with an actual view, well, this could be trouble. I’m willing to chance it however.

I’m having some scary oral surgery on Thursday. All things dentists, oral surgery and messing with my teeth related are scary to me. I have the option to be knocked out completely during the procedure or just get the gas. I asked if they could prescribe Valium if I opted for the gas but then I decided, dude, you are NOT a good dental patient, get yo’self knocked out! So that is what I am going to do. Some things you just don’t want to remember right? The surgery is a weird tissue grafting thing. I have some bad gum recession in the lower front portion of my mouth so they are going to take some tissue from my inner cheek and graft it onto my gums and somehow attach it. Ugh. I don’t even want to know what they are going to do. Thus the blessed anesthesia. Wish me luck. And send drugs.

I’m going to see the jewel that is Norah Jones in concert this weekend and I’m super pumped. She reminds me of Audrey Tautou. Such adorable pixies they are. But Norah’s voice…it washes over you like chocolate syrup in the summertime I swear. Its going to be quite dreamy I just know it.

The Accountant and I will celebrate 13 years of wedded bliss on the 26th. Did you hear me people? THIRTEEN YEARS!!! How did this happen? When did this happen? Who cares, I’m just glad it did! I’m gonna give him a big ol’ smooch for putting up with me for that long. Actually, longer since we dated for over three years before taking the official plunge into the pool of matrimony. I can’t quite wrap my head around it but a couple of thoughts come to the surface. One, I am freakin’ OLD. Two, I am immensely lucky. I will lavish more praise and adoration on the hubs next week so stay tuned for more mush gush. Gack! Get a room.

The Offspring has decided that she wants a car for her birthday. To drive. Around town. On the streets. She will be four. Can you outsource parenting because I may need this option soon. She also wants to be a pony when she grows up. Direct quote.

I had one of my infamous stranger than strange dreams last night. A bunch of friends from high school and I decided to go to the beach. There was an island not far away that you could fly to so we decided to take a day trip. I over packed. Like, a lot. I threw every item in my suitcase all over the floor of the house/airport and they got all mixed up with the owner of the house/airport’s clothes and we were running late for our flight so I was trying to sort clothing and repack my suitcase. I was frantic and my friends were exasperated. We missed the flight. Then there were all kinds of subplots and romantic triangles and trapezoids. Just to spice things up. I miss those kids.

Speaking of, my bestie texted me today while in the hair salon to tell me that she thought of me and was getting her hair chopped off and red highlights put in. I was so proud! What an influence I have right? Pshaw. Whatever I can do to improve the hairdos of the world folks, I’m here for you.

The End.

I can’t make this stuff up

14 Jan

So now I have food poisoning or some sort of bacteria infection according to the doctor’s best guess. The night of The Stress Fracture Debacle I did the head in the toilet thing for a bit. I thought I had just stressed myself to the point of illness but then other things began to occur (I will spare  you the details) and The Accountant really wanted me to go to the doc. I did, and am now on some antibiotics that say they will fight bacteria as well as lessen the effects of anthrax. Again, not kidding.

My initial mental anguish over the foot has abated somewhat. I mean, I’m not shallow enough to wallow in self pity forever ya know. I just have to get it out of my system before moving forward. A big thank you to my friends who have been great and have known just when to say supportive things and when to stay silent to avoid my fists of fury as mentioned in the prior post. I may or may not be watching too much Ku Fung Panda with kiddo. Anyway.

Confession. I am not doing so well with the crutches. Believe it or not, I have never had to be on crutches before in my life and seriously, I can’t do anything with those things. I can’t carry anything, can’t go down stairs, can’t get anywhere faster than molasses, can’t stay vertical.  Ha. Maybe I’ll get better with practice but I’ll sheepishly admit to you that they are currently leaning up against the wall in the garage. I know this is not in my best interest for healing as quickly as possible so I will do better I promise. Don’t lecture me. Fists o’ fury, remember?

I will be investing in some padded booty shorts (aka biking shorts but that’s not as fun to say) and will begin haunting the gym again next week. I think I have acquired a used bike to use at home so I hope to have that soon. I also plan to use this time off from running to strengthen my core and upper body. So there. A plan. I haz one.

In other news, kiddo and I met up with a potential new babysitter this afternoon and will meet another in the next couple of weeks. The Accountant and I have decided to make it a priority to go out with friends more, as well as have more date nights. The girl I met tonight seemed great. College student with babysitting experience (and references), very sweet and engaging with kiddo. We’ve been invited to dinner with friends in a couple of weeks so that will be her trial by kiddo fire I guess.

My big work event is Monday night and I’m nervous of course. Hoping people show up, hoping my speakers don’t talk over the audience’s heads, hoping I don’t say anything stupid. Lots of hopes. After this event, there are some new things coming up at work that I’m pretty excited about…moving to a new office, a new project I’ll be working on, a trip to Boston in March…that kind of stuff.

It’s now 4:49 am and kiddo has just been up for her nightly cover check. I’m heading back to sleep if I can. Tomorrow is a big day. The Accountant and I are getting the oil changed in our cars. Woot. #sarcasm

and it was

19 Sep

The Best Wedding Ever, I mean. For real. The ceremony took place in my parent’s front yard. Which, for the record, is not really your typical front yard. The driveway is a mile or so long, it’s in the woods, there’s a huge hill at the end of the driveway and my parents live in the “holler” at the bottom. 

Cars were parked at the end of the driveway and the guests were bused in. Yep, a wedding shuttle service. As soon as all guests were on site, the bridesmaids, bride, and flower girl hopped in the horse drawn wagon and were delivered to the top of The Hill. The groomsman made the trek up to us and we all walked down together through the trees to take our places. It was so pretty and different. We took our position in the circle and the bride made her grand entrance in the horse and wagon where her father helped her out and the ceremony began!

Sam was a great flower girl. She was pumped to ride in the horse wagon and walk down the big hill. I was so proud of her. We had practiced at home with cotton balls as petals and an old Halloween bucket for a basket.  She held The Accountant and my hand like a trooper and threw an appropriate amount of petals on the ground. She did get a bit restless and threw the basket toward the preacher but luckily it missed him and she went to sit quietly with Papa the rest of the ceremony. Ha.

The ceremony wasn’t too long, thank goodness. I loathe long weddings that drone on and on and you just want to tell the couple to get married already! The vows were short and sweet and a couple of songs were sung by a family friend. The unity sand ceremony was way cool. I’d never seen that before and it was really sweet.

The reception was killer. Tents with food and mass amounts of cake. A popcorn machine like the ones you see in concession stands (that was quite popular, all the popcorn was gone by the time I got a chance to try and get some. And you know that upset me!), a firepit for roasting hot dogs and excellent live music. Pictures were taken and then the bride and groom made their departure in the horse and wagon.

Big kudos to the wedding planner and both families for making it happen. Best.Wedding.Ever.


it just hit me

10 Sep

My little brother is getting married tomorrow. What’s that you say? Come again? My little brother is getting married tomorrow? I’ve been busy packing and ironing (I only iron when I’m severely stalling on the packing thing) but I just sat down to take a breather and it hit me. My little brother is getting married tomorrow. Wow.

Bro is three years younger than me so he’s no longer that kid who used to trade seriously hard arm punches with me and who I would get so irritated with that I would sigh and huff in exasperation and roll my teenaged girl eyes to the ceiling. He’s a grown man about to, gulp, get married to a great girl and friend. They really are the perfect pair.

Hey bro, remember that time I flew down The Hill on my bike and ran into you on your tricycle at the bottom? We had an oh-so-awesome-and-epic-crash and my parents still tell that story. I think that day gave Dad a few extra gray hairs because all he could do was watch it happen and wait for the aftermath. And remember your first haircut? I gave it to you with those plastic kiddie scissors we used to cut construction paper with. Mom was on the phone I think and I decided that your lovely curls needed a’trimming. And remember how on report card day mom and dad would buy us a box of Little Debbies and a soda and we’d have “report card parties”? And remember how when it snowed we’d get dad’s snow shovel and use it to sled down The Hill? And remember when dad used to take us to the Memphis Zoo and we’d get lost every single year?  And remember spending the weekends at gramma and grandpas and sliding in our sock feet through the kitchen and utility room Risky Business style? And how all the grandparents let us stay up until 10pm exactly and how grandpa would sit in his recliner and snore and I’d cast wary glances at his brass spittoon that looked so gross but smelled so good? Remember?

Now you have new memories to make, just like I’ve made new ones with my spouse. It’s a fun time little brother. Be a man, take care of her, treat her nice and buy her flowers every now and then. I love you.

It snowed last year too:  I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.  ~Dylan Thomas

11 years plus Anniversary Cobbler

27 Jun

Saturday was The Accountant and my 11 year anniversary! Wow right? Of course that doesn’t count the 3 plus years that we dated. So officially I have been driving him crazy for almost 15 years!

We were out to eat Saturday with Sam and it came up in conversation with the waitress that it was our anniversary. She asked the obligatory “how many years” question and we told her. She then looked at Sam and said “well, they waited a minute on you didn’t they?” Ha! Made me laugh because its true, we waited several minutes on her. Worth it though. I like that we waited so long to have a child. We had ample opportunity to get into that married life groove, do our own thing as a couple, lots of travelling, getting to know each other as a married pair rather than instant parents.

As a token of my love, I cooked. Baked rather. A blackberry cobbler. Wanna see? Here’s some progression pictures. Because when I cook, I wanna prove it actually happened.

A pan o’ blueberries…can’t screw that up right? Looking good so far…

Sprinkled with the dry stuff.

Butter! Yes, Butter! Feel like I should insert a Paula Deen quote here.

Then, the recipe said to place pastry on blackberries, trim edges and seal. Seal? Seal to what? The sides of the pan I guess. So I smushed my circular pastry thingy (thank you Kroger) into the sides of my rectangular pan. Not pretty but your tongue can’t taste pretty right?

Thirty minutes later, viola! Not bad right? I mean, it looks ok. Doesn’t appear to be lethal or anything. And so, angels sang, heavenly lights shone down and The Anniversary Cobbler took a place of honor in the kitchen.

The verdict? The Accountant says it tastes good. However, it is quite runny. Water comes to mind. Flour next time. Really. Oh, I didn’t taste it. What? Is that weird? I don’t even LIKE blackberry cobbler! This was a labor of true LUUUUUURVE people!!!


And so, Happy Anniversary baby! Love you! Next year? Chocolate cake!!!

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