Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘Family/Friends’ Category

3 years = leather

The Mister informed me that the traditional third wedding anniversary gift is leather. I wish I would have known it earlier (I was told last night) or I would have focused my attention as he obviously had. I didn’t realize it was a thing we were gonna do. I panicked. I had one gift for him already that just happened to be leather. However, I needed more.

He doesn’t need a new wallet – I gave him a Cole Haan one about a year ago. He doesn’t need a business card case – I gave him a Cole Haan one of those too. He doesn’t need a briefcase – I gave him  a Samsonite Black Label Collection one. (Damn me for giving him nice things that don’t have to be replaced.) He needs to pick out his own shoes and he’s certain about belts. I rushed to The Internets and found little that would be good for him. He doesn’t need a leather jacket either. Still, here’s what I found (whether for husband or wife) while digging around.

Pouch M by BAGGU for $40.00
Made of Argentinean leather in NYC and comes in lots of colors
I like these a lot. The Mister and I could both use one.

Howe “Hellz Bellz” Leather Jacket

Topshop “Winston” Leather Biker Jacket

I’m going to walk around the mall during my lunch and hope I can find what I have in mind. The Mister is so incredibly hard to buy for. Then, I’m pressured to limit gifts to leather. Someone help me. 

Read Full Post »

Tomorrow, this is happening. Basically, we’re using my upcoming 30th birthday as an excuse to hang out at M.L. Rose all night.  It’ll be different that my first birthday pictured below.

 I may still sit on the table.

It’s looking like a dozen random people which is a good size and mix. You can still talk to everyone and nobody feels left out. Turns out a handful of people are attending weddings as it’s that time of year. So, we may have a redo. (I’m especially talking to you, Andra.) As the invitation says “Attractive friends and significant others are welcome.” Of course, this means all y’all are good. Additionally, this rule now applies to any future parties/get togethers/meetings.

Read Full Post »

September is Hunger Action Month and orange is the symbolic color. Therefore, September 6, is “Go Orange Day” in support of Second Harvest to help spread awareness of hunger issues. For example, did you know that 1 in every 6 Tennesseans struggles with hunger?  If you haven’t met someone struggling with hunger, you can read my post here. I encourage you do so.

It is important for your actions to match your words. Though I don’t eat out for lunch that often, it’s often enough. I’m allotting the $5.00 I would spend each day for lunch towards Second Harvest. This adds up to $25.00 a work week and allows me to donate $100.00 at the end of the month. That will feed 400 people because each dollar feeds four people. If you would like to help me feed more please follow the donate via PayPal button below.

Know that I understand if you are unable to donate.
Please consider donating your time to food sort or organizing a food drive.

 

Be good. Be safe. Be lovely.

Read Full Post »

My pig

I recently realized I haven’t provided you good people with any updates on the life of The Colonel Hoof-Hearted or “Pig.”  He’s good. The vet even recently verified this information.

He’s the happiest pig to ever be at the vet.

He’s still showing off his privates.

He and his girlfriend, Hippo, are madly in love.

This means he licks her and uses her body as a headrest. He had a hard time pulling her up on the couch or bed with him as she’s on the bigger side. So, cheated on her for a little bit with the Ove Glove.

He finally came up with a system of how to get Hippo onto the couch and I needed the Ove Glove back. So, that was a short romance.

He’s been chillin’ at Lowes.

He watched the fireworks last week.

He’s sitting in the back of The Mister’s truck.

He loves being a man-bear-pug.

And we love him.

Read Full Post »

I found this graphic on Pinterest and it makes me laugh.

The Mister wanted to “rickroll” a dance at our wedding, which we did. I don’t think many people anyone got it. It didn’t help that he had forgotten the instructions and what was going to happen. So, I almost had to drag him out to the dance floor as he was very confused when “I Will Always Love You” started. Then, the DJ said “RICKROLL!” (which is not typically done and through me off) and started the real song. I want to say it was something funny. I’m sure it was a dance song. I seems I have blocked it out.  However, this is a photo of me trying to “act cool” during the rickroll.

I know things didn’t go as planned, nobody got it and I hadn’t eaten much. I was in a weird alternate place where I just wanted to dance.  (This probably doesn’t surprise you because of this story.) 

Actually, I never ate during the reception. I refused to leave the dance floor.

Now, what I do know is if I hear “Book of Love” by Peter Gabriel (which was our first dance) I think of Rick Astley yet it evokes sentimental emotion. It’s weird. Thankfully, that song never comes on the radio nor do I own it. You can hear it here. This is us during it.

We should have just played “Never Gonna Give You Up” as our first song. Poor Peter Gabriel shouldn’t be mixed up in this.

Read Full Post »

This is my follow-up since this post.

He was two people in line behind me and saw me immediately. I did a good job at “Oh my gosh.” However, we were both glad to see each other. We sat together on the flight home.

It was good to see him. I wish I would’ve looked better, but I would have felt that way whether he was there or not. Being my own worst critic means I often judge myself for not looking my best, especially when I see someone I haven’t seen in a while. I’m quick to judge/be hard on myself.

He was doing well and I was glad to hear it. He’s now the CFO for the company he helped the books with in high school. They’ve grown, acquired some other companies and seemingly healthy. He deserves to do well as he was always committed to his work and started with the company early.

He was always a “grown boy.” This is probably why we got along and were surprisingly honest with one another even though we were not close friends. For example, one evening towards the end of college we had a long talk in the school’s parking lot. We talked for hours and he wanted to talk to me because he felt I shouldn’t go into teaching. His mother was a teacher, and he thought I’d be great as one, but he felt I should try other job paths. We had that type of relationship – straight forward, “adult” advice that was sometimes not requested. Additionally, we were a touch arrogant.

We cross people so quickly in our lives, it can be hard to remember to connect. There was something so refreshing about sitting with someone and catching up. Hearing his excitement about finding the girl he wants to marry, our equaled dislike and fondness of some things and talking about acquaintances and old friends proudly and reassured that they’re well. It was much nicer than pressing “like” on Facebook. (Not surprising, he got off of it two years ago. This did make me feel better about my panicked search.) I learned a lot more in that hour or so of conversation than if we exchanged a plethora of emails or read days of status updates or tweets.

here

It made me really happy. Of course, I was still down on myself for smelling like an old lady and looking busted. However, it was a great end to an overwhelming and un-rewarding week. It encouraged me to find time to do nothing.

My time at home is precious and I typically focus on “getting things done.” However, I have to become better at slowing down. I need to accept that it’s perfectly acceptable to not cram a schedule and that every day doesn’t need to be maximized. Therefore, I decided to add at least one person every week to my planner to reach out too. I started this week. So far, I have dinner plans in two weekends and am playing phone tag with someone else. Success!

How do you prioritize relationships? How do you stay in touch with family and friends?

Read Full Post »

Christmas Colonel

As you may remember, The Colonel can behave oddly around the holidays. This year was no different.

Our poor Man-Bear-Pug was tired.

I completely understand his exhaustion.

Throughout the next few days I’ll share some posts about of Christmas decorations and our holidays. First, I need to take a few naps.

Read Full Post »

Our niece is turning one and her party is Raggedy Ann and Andy themed. Personally, I’m very excited about this as I loved Raggedy Ann. This was likely because I was envious of her red hair, but we’ll move on. I’m not in charge of anything at said party, nor do I have any say so. However, I am excited about it and found some inspirational photos:

Some of the photos are from here and most come from pinterest.

My sister-in-law has everything under control – the invitations were adorable. I know there are going to be dolls around for decor, as I brought a few. Some were a little sad looking, including my mother’s chidhood Raggedy Andy.  I’ll understand if she doesn’t use it or puts a “fresher” looking one in front of it.

Read Full Post »

You know we love our pig pug, The Colonel Hoof-Hearted. During my recent find of CDs filled with photos I came across photos of our first day with The Colonel. I was so excited to come across them that I became a little teary, but none escaped. Instead, I yelled for The Mister. I made him immediately cease what he was doing and look at them with me. Now, you must take a look.

This is his ride home. We got him on July 5, 2007. The rest are when we got to the apartment.

Then, on July 7 we took him the park.

You’re yelling for someone to come look too? I know. He’s so cute.

Read Full Post »

Terrorism

Ten years ago the word “terrorism” wasn’t tangible, or considered, by most Americans. Yet, as we all know, that has changed. It is hard to believe that ten years have passed since 9/11/01. There is a part of me that wants to soak in a bunch of footage.  However, I know myself. I know that I will quickly become engulfed. I will pray. I will not get out of my yoga pants. I will remember Daddy calling me and telling me that they didn’t know where Momma was. I will lose my mess.

My mother was fine, she took an earlier flight. We were lucky. I’m not going to subject you to “Have You Forgotten” or “Do You Remember.” Nobody needs that. However, I will remind you that life is precious and that terrorism is not something that only the bad guys do. You can terrorize yourself and others. It happens everyday that you doubt yourself, repeat/believe what you hear instead of using your own voice or when you blanket judgement. It happens when you lose your ability to empathize, speak without thinking or believe you are more important than your neighbor.

It takes courage to fight terrorism. You have to be brave. You have to fight against the people who think “it must be true” if everyone within their family/congregation/circle say it is true. You must speak out for those that cannot speak up. You show respect even when others do not. You find the pretty within the ugly. Sadly, it is sometimes the loudest voice that is heard. The craziest person receives the most attention. One of my favorite quotes is by Mary Ann Radmacher.

You decide who you are, and what you belive in, by the way you live your life and what you invest your energy in. If you got anything out of the late 80′s, early 90′s it should be that “more than words is all you have to do to make it real” and “If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change.”

This weekend, don’t just reflect on the past and what has become of us. Consider the future and what you can do to better it for yourself and others.

Be good. Be safe. Be lovely.

Read Full Post »

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »