Archive | August, 2013

The chase is on.

30 Aug

It all starts tomorrow. And even though I did not go to Ohio State (and I LOVE OU!!! OU for life!!!), I did grow up in Columbus and my blood runs scarlet and grey. And I am PUMPED for college football. Especially now that we have the cable and we can the games! And maybe catch a game, live and in person… Well, in 2015, that is!!

Go Bucks!


Oh, deer.

28 Aug

I walk the Slim every single morning. Most of the time, we take our walk before we do anything else. No coffee. No dog food. No collar. No leash. Nothing but me and Slim and the great outdoors.


Today though, since my lunch was already packed and my hair wasn’t getting washed, we decided to snooze a little longer and snuggle a little more. (FYI: Slim Kayser Fiddle Vieux is the BEST snuggler/little spoon ever in the history of snugglers. Fo reals, son.) Then out the door we went! We see lots of things on these morning walks… Mainly cows and the neighbors cats, Comet and Nova. But Today! Oh, today, Slim made a new friend enemy frenemy. And I dubbed her Alice.

We were walking back to the house after dancing many “grass dances” and WHAM! Slim takes OFF, up the neighbors driveway… And then WHAM! There goes Alice and Frank (Alice’s deer friend) running because Slim has discovered their hiding place.


I let him carry on for a few minutes and then I start calling him. And calling him. And then WHAM! Here he comes flying down the driveway like a bat outta hell… With Alice hot on his trail! Yes, the deer was chasing the dog. It was a sight! She realized I was there, like the big bad mom that never let’s anyone have fun, and ran off into the trees that border the front yard. Now, I don’t know how many of you have ever been stalked by a deer, but it is equal parts eerie and hilarious.


And so there we were. Slim and Alice and yours truly. I decided to channel some Dr. Doolittle and talk to Alice. You know, to see how close I could get her to come to me. I didn’t call her Alice at the time just, hey lovely. And shut. The. Front. Freakin’. Door if she didn’t start walking toward me!!! And then Slim ruined this magic moment and she dashed off.

I hope Alice becomes a regular. But not sooo regular that she ends up on the dinner table.


Time, she’s a-tickin’

28 Aug

So. I am slllooowly starting to freak. out. We get married in 30 days. And I’m not super sure that everything will be 1) done or 2) ready. I don’t really like to think about it but I also can’t not think about it. Allthetime. Everyday. Pretty much alldaylong. So far the guest list is at 112, I believe. Which is great! And my dress is altered- I pick it up in like a week. And I started working on the most eclectic wedding playlist you’ve ever heard. Seriously. From Little Willie John to Bone Thugs-n- Harmony to John Denver. Gah! It’s super exciting but DANG! Can’t we just fast forward and have Sept. 28th be here complete with all the food and booze and everything done already?

And I still say- if it ain’t done by Sept. 26, it ain’t getting done and I don’t care about it anymore!!! So there.

NOT TV Tuesday

27 Aug

I literally just stumbled across this sweet little story and I knew I had to share it. Everyone could use a little more love in their life and sweet, touching stories are always welcome. Enjoy. And then download “Sweet Lorraine”. I already did.



The weekend innards.

26 Aug

“If Monday had a face, I’d punch it.”

That’s accurate. I totally would. But only because the weekend was SO good! Or maybe just because Mindays are the worst. And now, I sorta feel bad for Monday. NObody likes a Monday. Or maybe it’s Sunday night that’s the worst. Do you ever think that maybe if you just don’t go to sleep Sunday night that Monday won’t come? Yeah, me either… And I’m totally not tired today because I stayed up all night.

Blah. Ok, the weekend. We went to *surprise* Ohio! (Side note: autocorrect wanted to change “Ohio” to “Phil”. Awkward.) We left Friday after work and made it to my parents house around 1130. We were totally gonna text some friends and see if anyone was out but then we were all 30 years old and decided not to. So instead I had a ton of potato chips and French onion dip and MBM checked his fantasy baseball stuff and did some recon for his fantasy football draft on Saturday. And we went to bed.

On Saturday, I got my hair did at 930 am. It looks great- I LOVE the color- buuut I think maybe she gave me one too many layers. It’ll grow out, I never stress about that. Then I went to Easton and returned some dupes of wedding presents we got and bought a wedding gift for a friend. I just love Crate & Barrel. Seriously. And it was the prefect day to go waste some time at Easton.

20130826-085414.jpg See? It’s a pretty great mall. And then, just for S and G’s, I went to mah favorite thrift store. At the end of the day, I ended up with:
A dress from express
A bra from Vicky’s
A t from J Crew (that I had wanted and wanted from like 3 years ago!! I found it thrifting- tags still on it!)
And 2 pairs of jeans

Nice little booty! I was pretty happy- my grand total was like $42 and some change. Not too bad!

Saturday night, MBM and I met a bunch of friends for the Summerfest concert which was pretty rad. We got J Roddy Walston and the business, Cold War Kids, Ra Ra Riot and Matt and Kim. And drank huge beers and ate some Mikey’s Late Night Slice. You know, in Cheezus we crust.


And yesterday we had an awesome breakfast at Katalina’s with sime really great friends. MBM and I both had the breakfast tacos. I HIGHLY recommend them. And then we got to see some babies. One was just born, like Friday. And the other has only been around like 3 weeks. Newbies!!! Both boys. And I want one. It’s funny because the mother of the Friday baby is one of my bridesmaids and the father of the other baby is one of MBM’s groomsmen.

We finally got on the road around 3. You know, I welcome the day that leaving Ohio doesn’t make give me a lump in my throat or break my heart. And the day that Virginia feels like home, well, that day can’t come soon enough. But I guess my home is really wherever MBM and Slim are… So maybe VA is already home. Maybe.

For the love of quotes.

23 Aug

I love all things word. I love language. (I majored in Spanish and I’ve taught English.) I love the origins and roots of words and languages. I love slang and the differences in dialect. And I love a cocktail. The combination of these two things I love gave birth to something that I am now known for: ladies and gents, I present to you…drumroll…the quote napkin.

The quote napkin is something that has been going on for about 8 years (what?!). This is how it goes down: after a few cocktails, people start to say some hilarious and off the wall and memorable things. But sometimes, because of the cocktails, you can’t remember those memorable things. Insert quote napkin. I start to write down these hilarious things and then you know, email them or text them or just, you know, casually bring them up in conversation the next day.

One of my oldest and dearest friends made this quote napkin collage for me… Please be forewarned that is are NOT 1) politically correct 2) appropriate and can be offensive! If you can even read them, that is.


So this has been going on a loooong time. For my bachelorette party a month ago, my MOH made quote napkins for everyone’s goody bags! It was perfect. They are pretty hilarious and fun to reread. If you can reread them that is… Sometimes the writing is um, fancier? Really cursive? Or just sloppy drunk.

Here is me in action writing the quote napkin (which does in fact usually take place on a napkin. It has been known to show up on a paper towel, or a receipt OR even my iPhone but only if I’m desperate.)

20130823-102000.jpg (Athens, Oh circa 2010. Or ’11)

20130823-102109.jpg (Columbus, Ohio circa 2009)

So, we are going home this weekend for CD 102.5 (it’ll ALWAYS be CD 101 for me!) Summerfest and I am SURE the quote napkin will come out. And I cant wait.

For your reading pleasure:

“What are you, into your own crotch now?”

“Jello shots are like a gateway drug.”

“Little Caesars is the Kmart of pizza.”

“I can’t taste the alcohol in here.”
“Well, it’s vodka. It’s a mild flavor.”

“I can get a retraining order against a ham sandwich.”

“I ordered a piƱa colada because I don’t feel like drinking.”

“I’m terrible at naming babies.”

“Everyone knows I’m just a gross old man with nose hair.”

You’re welcome.

daily grats: thankful for a car and gas to get us to OH-IO. Aaaaand for wonderful, hilarious friends that help make the quote napkin possible.


21 Aug


You know when you can feel like its about to start raining, because the air is heavy with it. And an Avett Brothers song comes on and your windows are down and suddenly you want a glass of red wine. Or whiskey. And maybe a cigarette. But probably just the idea of a cigarette. And maybe you could cry… Because its so perfectly… Melancholy.

And then it starts raining.