Monday, February 28, 2011

M.I.A. To A New Day

So sorry I've been MIA. I'll make it up to you.

I've been adapting a new philosophy....stay in motion. I'm like a shark...if I stop swimming, I'll sink. is fresh with no mistakes in it.

Let's do a rundown since last Wednesday:

Thursday: Work. Exhaustion. Furniture shopping with DF. Found couches we want. Bought new couch pillows. Home at 9:30PM.

Friday: Redbull. Energy. Went to The Maxx with Momma after work. Spent way too much money. Got lamps, comforter, shams, pillows and Calvin Klein sheets for DF and I's bedroom. (Will post bedroom inspiration and pics soon)

Saturday: Cut all my hair off. It's total "Mom Hair" and I'm unhappy. Lunch at the Crab Shack. (Not as good as the Crab Pot in Seattle. Not even close. Although sharing my King Crab with DF....that is LOVE.) Went to the movies. Saw "The Fighter." Came home...made supper....watched "Paranormal Activity 2" with DF on the couch. (With the lights on to prevent nightmares.)

Sunday: DF had to work....first Pirates Spring Training Game. TBF and I had Carbon Monoxide warnings for over an hour. Ripped detectors from ceiling. Took Duncan to momma and papa bears. Went swimming. Played out by the pool all afternoon with Sissy. Got a little sunburn. TBF took me to get mani/pedis which were amazing. Took Duncan to get a haircut. Came home, cooked DF steaks and chicken on the grill. Ate supper. Watched the Oscars.

So....we've been busy little bees.

I promise I'll be blogging more. Florida has just finally started being really fun! I am settling into the condo. I still have yet to hang a single thing up....but we're settling.

I've got blueberry muffins cooking in the stove for DF right now. I am happy we're busy and healthy.

It's been constant motion...but Florida is starting to feel like home.


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Mickey Surprise!

So, I get home from work tonight.

Monday. Tired. Blech.

And DF is cooking...bless his heart.

TBF is sweaty. He's been re-installing all our Carbon Monoxide detectors. They went ape-shit yesterday morning around 8AM. So, naturally, I ripped them all out of the ceiling.

Anways.... I remark how sweaty TBF is...and he goes, Mickey or Pluto?

Uh, as if there was a choice....freakin' Mickey....

For what?

And he hands me this:

Well, just the Mickey. Donald is DF's.


Yes, that's park hopper....ANNUAL PASS! YEAR ROUND!

TBF works for AAA and got a screaming deal on them. So he got one for me and one for DF. Well, and one for himself :)

I did say..."um, TBF, did they have a Minnie one? But you know, beggars can't be choosers but they can be assholes."

Mickey here we come!

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Ok...ok....we went to IKEA last Saturday, but here goes.

The before.
Still moving in....

The tile. The tile is sooo hard on our feet. 

So, I find my IKEA rug.

Cell Phone pic....but better!

And at only $149....a STEAL.

So we also bought a TV stand....which only took 4 hours to assemble.

Me and my giant tits screwing.

DF screwing (this just got so dirty....)


DF is so adorable....and TBF so helpful.

Super awesome!

Now we have somewhere to watch Dexter :)

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Deadbeat Blogger

What now?

So, I just don't have it in me to be clever today. Feeling blech.

I was so under the weather Friday, I was sent home from work. That has never ever happened to me...EVER. So I made it to my couch and that is where I stayed. Sick as a dog. DF came home from work to me sound asleep and Real Housewives blaring out of the TV. (Atlanta Reunion, Vol. 1)

Anyways. Weekend was tragically uneventful. But we did make a run to IKEA for a TV stand.

Me + IKEA + Too many locals + too hot in store = disaster.

I wanted to get the darn TV stand and bid that place adieu. Of course, I fill our frickin' cart with stuff I don't need.

Then as we approach the rug department, I say to DF, "Ok...we're almost out of here. It's crunch time. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT let me fall in love with anything else....wait a second...what is that...Oh's a glorious rug, and I LOVE IT...I have to have it...oh yes, IT WILL BE MINE!"

And.....we got a rug. A 72 X 102 rug. For the living room whose tile floors hurt my feet. And the rug (which we named Sir William Thatcher and we walk all over him) was at the bargain price of $149. I. Shit. You. Not.

Anyways, I'll get some pics up of the new condo soon. I'm sorry. I'm a deadbeat blogger. Just trying to get into a routine and it's harder than it seems.

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Friday, February 18, 2011

Amanda Peet's Eyebrows

Random title, yes I know. But, here is the thing. For exactly one month, I've been growing out my eyebrows.

I look like a wildebeest.

It all started when DF and I watched "2012" about a month ago. Screw the special effects, I kept staring at one thing: the GLORY of Amanda Peet's eyebrows. They are seriously perfect.


I grabbed a mirror and I started to compare mine to hers.

Mine: over-plucked.
Amanda's: groomed.

Mine: odd shape.
Amanda's: perfectly symmetrical.

So here is my experiment. I look awful. But I'm growing them out to see the natural shape God gave me. Which I haven't seen since circa 1995 when someone handed me tweezers.

It's going to be a hard road. But I must travel it in search of eyebrow glory.

Besides...I couldn't grow them out right before the wedding...hello tragedy if they looked awful!

Every time I apply eye-makeup it's not the same. I'm overgrown. I look sloppy. I'm.... so hairy. So unruly. It's shameful.

Oh Amanda Peet. What have you done to me?

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Artsy Fartsy

So my momma bear works at a big furniture store...and she is always on the lookout for cool things when they make their way into the big clearance center. Being a hoarder, she's been known to sneak things into the house without any of us knowing. "Oh that lamp? No it's not new, had it for years...." Riiiiiight.

But, she found this one piece that she's been talking about for about 2 weeks now. She kept calling it "artsy fartsy tiles." Naturally, it sounded repulsive to me.

However, she came by the new condo tonight with a surprise for DF and I. The "artsy fartsy tile" piece. Shocker- I freakin' love it!

Take a peek:


It's pretty big...probably 2 1/2 feet by 4 feet. And heavy. But so amazing. I thought it would originally go in our bedroom but I love it so much, it will probably hang over the plasma. It looks like DF and I will be taking a trip to IKEA this weekend. And I swear...I'm going to end up with exactly the same TV stand I had in Seattle. I'll buy it for the second time. I just know it.

PLUS....there is a giant metal ampersand at momma bear's store I've been eyeing for over a month. It's huge. It is also costly. $129 to be exact. Oh well I figured. Not meant to be mine. 

I love ampersands. So momma showed up tonight with not only the tiles...but my metal ampersand! Which she scored with her discount for only $25 buck-a-roos!


For it is next to my desk....

So, DF and I were hoping to unpack my office tonight- but we're both pretty tired. It looks like DF will be heating up leftovers and we can watch last night's "Tabatha's Salon Takeover." on the DVR. He loves that show...don't know why. But I'm not going to complain :)


Monday, February 14, 2011

Frank Sinatra

Happy Valentine's Day! all those that don't have Valentine's this year- let me say this; I always thought it was a bullshit non-holiday.

I thought it was a Hallmark holiday.

I hated it. With a passion. I particularly hated when women in my office got flowers from significant others. I mean, really? Thought it was so dumb.

Well, not anymore. Look, I know I'm lucky. DF makes me feel special and beautiful everyday. He doesn't need a "lame Hallmark holiday" to make me feel loved. He does it anyways.

But, let's be honest. I have a vagina, therefore, I wanted to do something for Valentine's Day. I actually asked for a labelmaker. How romantic.

Anyways, DF went to work early, kissed me goodbye. It seemed like an uneventful February 14th.

We BlackBerry messengered throughout the day. Normal stuff. I knew DF was going to make supper.

Work was stressful but not terrible.

So...I pull in my garage (yes, I have a garage now!) and I walk into the kitchen.

This is what I hear: Frank Sinatra. And my DF. Who promptly walks over to me and kisses me and dances with me in the middle of the kitchen.

Then I see that he's set the table, and there is a single red long stem rose and a heart shaped box of chocolates and a new pink candle.


Sigh. DF rocks.

Best Valentine's Day EVER. 

So, to all the single ladies, keep the faith. Because halfway though dinner, I asked DF if this (us, our relationship, love) if THIS is what people were talking about.

He smiled and said it was. I never doubt him. 

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Come and Knock on Our Door

Come and knock on our door! We've been waiting for you....when the kisses are hers and his and his (not right...just go with it) three's company too!

Ok. So. We are moved in. It's official! I'm so happy.

TBF is living with DF and I. Because...wait for it...this condo is TWO THOUSAND SQUARE FEET! Whooot! In my adult life, I've never lived in a place this big. The apartment TBF and I shared in Seattle was And I thought that place was a palace. if this new condo is Three's Company...then I guess that makes me Jack. Uh, right? who is Chrissy? And the other broad? 

Anyways, the move went really well. Well, not entirely true. At work on Friday I came down with the worst 24 hour stomach bug I've ever had. It was brutal. So yesterday I was barely able to stand up straight, let alone move furniture in. So my big strapping DF moved most of the heavy stuff.

Honestly, DF looked so beefy and sexy. He told me to quit staring at him like he was a T-Bone steak. But truly....he looked DAMN FINE. All rugged and strong. Yum. 

Ok. So I took pictures of the disaster when we moved all the shit in. But I can't find the cord for my camera. (And I can't find my laptop cord, or my BlackBerry charger, or DF's Valentine card) but we're slowly settling in.

I'll give you a preview of the layout. It's got 15 foot ceilings and tons of space, but the actual floor plans make it look squishy. I promise you'll see actual pictures the moment my camera cord resurfaces.

TBF crashed out at like 8PM last night. DF and I snuggled on the couch and watch "The Strangers" which if you haven't seen it, is a super scary movie about a young couple whose house gets broken into. Not the best choice for our first night in a new home. 

I have a handmade wood baseball bat from my friend Superhero in Seattle...and he even wood burned the words "Bad Mama Jamma" into it and stained the bat pink for me. So I slept with Bad Mama Jamma on one side of me and DF on the other. (Much to his chagrin.) 

So anyways. This weekend was way too short moving all our junk. I'm due for a long winter's nap or a cold adult beverage. 

DF is going to cook me the first love muffin of the new house right now. I'm typing away at the kitchen table and he sure as shit looks like a T-Bone steak to me. I'm so in love with him. 

And since the only things I've eaten today because of this stupid stomach bug are as follows: one bite of Caprese pizza, two bites of veggie lo mein, and three twizzlers, I'm hoping I keep this glorious love muffin down and start to feel better.

Finally in our new home....and happier than ever.

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Friday, February 11, 2011

Let's talk about Stress

Let's talk about stress baby....and what that does to you and me....let's talk abbbbout stress. not as good as Push It Real Good..... but, you know.

People say the most stressful things in life are as follows:

Change of Job.

DF and I are doing 3 of the 5 currently. And lo and behold...(is it "low" and behold, or "lo" and behold? Whatever...I like "lo") we still like one another. In fact, I've barely slept in three nights, so I'm a nightmare- compounded by the stress at my new work. And now, YES, we've secured an amazing condo and have been moving things all week.

I am a mess. I am all broken out and look like Pizza the Hut from Spaceballs. And I feel like him too. Because lucky me is adjusting to being back on the my hormones are causing me to vacillate somewhere between screaming at the top of my lungs or crying. I'm so fun!

DF is doing such a good job. He's done most of the heavy work moving. And he's out getting me Dunkin Donuts right now because we are out of creamer. I love him.

And honestly, I'm so thankful to him because I'm a stress case. Between living with my parents, the stress of my fast paced new job, packing up yet again, renting moving vans, getting a new home set up, oh and figuring out what kind of wedding we want plus trying to lose weight and be beautiful on top of it all....I'm barely holding it together.

But then DF hugs me and as cheesy as it is, my breath slows down and I feel alright.

I am shredded. But so loved.

SO.....yes. We are moving into our new home OFFICIALLY tomorrow. I shall of course provide pictures. But let me just say this: it is GLORIOUS. It is 1997 square feet of glorious. Two stories of heaven. I'm so in love with it.

And my bathroom is the best part with the twin sinks. All I fantasize about it the perfect toothbrush holder in between the sinks holding one pink toothbrush and one blue one. It's going to happen.

Get me through today! And keep your fingers crossed we survive the move in!

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Hey loves, I did something cheeseball-riffc this year. I got Valentines for some of my friends!

TJMaxx baby!

Vintage Love

We've all kissed a lot of frogs.

Plus- came to the rescue again and I scored the cutest return address labels!

Love LOVE!

Plus, I found cute wrapping paper at the dollar spot at LeTarjay:

For my favorite 5 year old in Seattle.

I felt like Beyonce writing to all my single ladies! Plus- yesterday and today has 99 cent Valentines! So I sent a couple using the checkout code LUV99. 

As for the snail mail: the ended up looking like this:

Missing my ladies. XOXO. 

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Shrimp Dip

The Superbowl. Which unless the Pats are playing means one thing:

Time to binge eat.

The boys always request one thing: Shrimp dip. Again...looks complicated....super easy to make and SO ADDICTING. Honestly, one bite....and you can't stop. I triple dog dare you. Make'll see.

So. You're gonna need 2 8oz packages of cream cheese.

16oz of Sour Cream

I bought 24oz by accident. Crap.

Italian Dressing Packet

The juice from half a lemon

Two cans of tiny shrimp

Ok. That's it. Throw everything except the shrimp in the mixer and let it rip.

Next: Throw the skrimps in. (*yes....I said "skrimps")

Mix those babies in with a spoon so you don't crush them to death. 
(Well, they are already dead, but you get the point)

Now, this is important. ONLY SERVE WITH FRITOS. Trust me. Only Fritos.

Serve to your people and enjoy :)

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Awe DF!

I slept massively late today. I don't know what came over me. It was a combo of being overtired, the rain here in Florida and sleeping with earplugs in.

DF gets up by 6AM, so he was long gone by the time my eyes opened.

I just grabbed my laptop, to check my email and Facebook, plus write my previous post.

DF walked into our room, kissed and hugged me, and put a bagel with my favorite cream cheese on the bed for me. Then he left to go take Duncan out for a walk.

I am so friggin lucky.


Thank you

Just a quick thank you to everyone who is reading...all 8 of you!

I am so happy that you've been voting for me. It seems that in the world of blogging you can't get ahead without giveaways and sponsors and endorsements and guest bloggers.

I'm just doing my blog as a way to chronicle the year up until my wedding. Trying to play nice and be entertaining. That's all.

So I really appreciate all your love and support. It is truly apreciated.

Thank you!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

The Story of Us.

This post is for my DF. Bear with me. I shall be sappy to all those reading.

DF and I met in 2005. I had just ended yet another terrible relationship and I was not ready to start dating again. A wonderful friend, whom I'll call Wonder Woman, told me that her best friend, (my future DF) was amazing and would be just perfect for me. Now knowing WW had great taste, I let her hook me up.

So DF and I had a blind date. At the Brew Pub in Keene, New Hampshire.

Midway through the date, DF actually left me alone. He had to go let a student in his locked Karate school because they left something behind.

I remember sitting there waiting for DF for twenty minutes....thinking, WTF...this guy just bails on our first date? But something inside calmly told me to wait for him. So I did.

He tells me now that he was truly shocked when he came back and I was still waiting there for him.

That night, we both noticed some crazy similarities between one another. But we were young. Too young. Still both selfish and too wrapped up in ourselves to really see each other clearly.

So we casually dated for a few months. Caring for but not fully loving one another.

Then, I pulled the rip cord. I up and moved to Seattle. He wasn't ready to move with me and I wasn't ready to stay in Keene for him. So off I went.

That was six years ago.

We stayed friends, with a casual, "hi, howareya" occasionally on the phone. We each fell in love with other people. We each got our hearts broken. We moved on. But I always thought fondly of DF. I knew he was a good man. I knew he had a good heart. It just wasn't our time yet.

About a year ago when I was still in Seattle living with TBF, I got a random email one night from DF in early spring.

"Hey, I had drinks with Wonder Woman tonight...and she asked me about you. Said that she always thought you and I would wind up together. Just missing you and thinking of you tonight."

I thought, hell, we all have those drunk nights where we miss an ex. So I told him to buck up champ....and tomorrow would be a new day.

He messaged me back and asked for the chance to really get to know me again.

Uh, say what? I was in no position to get in a long distance relationship. No way, no how.

But. But. But. DF knew. He had known for a while. He knew he would do whatever it took to make me understand. He needed me in his life again. He needed me to give him a real chance.

So he spent the next 6 months calling all day everyday. We really got completely reacquainted on the phone. I got to know him again. He got to know me again.

Then he flew to Seattle in August to prove how serious he was. Which he did. He held my face and said he loved me. He just needed me to let him love me.

And in that moment, my world cracked open.

So it was game on. Long distance all the way baby.

I flew to Keene in September. Now I know that right after I flew home, DF bought my ring. He was sure. I was sure I was going to marry him, I just had no idea he had a ring.

By November, we were both relocated to Florida and living together. We both completely changed our lives to be together.

The weekend after Thanksgiving, I could tell DF was upset one random night. It was a Saturday. Sissy and her Amazing Hus had come over for supper. Right before she left, she said something to DF about getting me the Tacori ring I've always wanted.

So, I came into our bedroom and found DF really super sad.

I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he loved me but he just couldn't give me what I want...that he couldn't afford a Tacori ring.

Well, how silly I thought. I don't need a Tacori ring. I needed him. So I said that to him.

And he said, "You don't understand baby. I already have a ring."

Which BLEW ME AWAY...and naturally I thought, "Uh, can I see it?!"

He got really sweet and emotional and started telling me how much he loved me. I realized what was starting to happen and I thought, "Oh my god! He is going to propose....we should wait...I don't want him to be rushed...I want him to be sure...."

So I start crying and DF is crying. And at that very moment, my papa walks in and says, "what are you two yodels crying about?" Not knowing he just walked in on DF's near proposal.

We started laughing uncontrollably and told Papa we were getting upset about expectations other people are putting on us.

And he said, "Look, you can't compare yourselves to others. Just be happy. That's all that matters." And papa left the room.

So DF stands up, goes to his secret hiding place, gets the ring box, gets on one knee....says the words I wanted to hear my whole life...and asks me to marry him.

And I said yes. are the love of my life. When I have you- I have everything. I cannot imagine a morning without waking up next to you. I am so lucky that you love me. I am going to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. You are my whole world. I love you. All ways and Always.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Fah Fah Friday


Thank Friggin' God it's Friday.

I slept with earplugs in the last two nights to drown out the sound of multiple offenses: the whiny dog, the sound of DF's sleep machine and most offensively, the loud ceiling fan and its clankity clank clank sound.

I have some big news cooking....that's what I've been working on all week long. DF and I are optimistic and hopeful. I hope I'll have something really great to share with you all by Monday.

Last night DF ditched me to go watch TV in the other room. I know he hit his pain threshold on the Real Housewives franchise. my defense...I had the Atlanta finale on the DVR from last I was dying to see it. When I put Andy Cohen on for the 411 on the aftershow...DF jumped ship like he was the only straight man on a gay cruise ship.

Anyways, I finished up withe Nene and Kim and company and I walked into the other TV room to find my DF watching....wait for it..."GROUNDHOG DAY!"

Fuckin' Bill Murray! I love Bill Murray!

So we watched nearly the whole thing and giggled the whole way through.

Last Friday night, DF and I went to see Mama Bear at her furniture store and sit in the expensive massage chairs.

Rockin' evening...right?


Then we went to our favorite Italian restaurant and got serenaded....just DF and I. For real. 

DF and I sat on the same side of the table. The musician who plays at the restaurant on Friday nights was just packing up his things. He saw DF and I being lovey-dovey so he came over and asked if he could play us a song.

It was incredible. DF and I held hands and had a private concert. No one else in the restaurant. Super romantic. 

Well romantic until DF thought he could do an Italian accent and kept saying the song title that sounds something like "Madrigrena"...but DF ends up sounding like the Dos Equis guy. Annoying! like a prom dress. Work calls.

Keep your fingers crossed I'll have an AWESOME update over the weekend!

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