December 2010
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2010, in restrospect.
You know how sometimes you have those years that are just hard for everyone you know? Like everyone had a bone-crushing, soul-flattening, heart-breaking year? That was 2010 for me and mine. But I’ve spent a lot of energy talking about that stuff, so instead, at the close of this year, I’d like to think about the things that were good.
I got married. Some call the first year of...
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Oh, the temptation!
So, one of my favorite authors is releasing TWO new books over the next few months. They are available for pre-order, as is Gwyneth Paltrow’s cookbook, My Father’s Daughter (shhh! all you haters—I’m excited!).
I don’t really have $45 of mad money sitting around because of this stupid thing I like to call a budget (who needs a savings account? pshaw!), but I really,...
To assuage your fears ...
to all those who sent me alarmed texts, emails, etc., FEAR NOT: my hair is still more or less the same color as it was before, just a shade or two darker. Mostly, I just wanted my bleached out ends to be the same color as the rest of the hair on my head.
Dear Pandora,
When I asked you to play a station created around the composer Debussy, what I didn’t mean was that I wanted to hear fifteen different renditions of varying degrees of acceptability of Für Elise.
Thanks for all you do,
Catie
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
About to drag my tired arse to bed. The car is unpacked, there are groceries in the fridge (power smoothie stuff for brekkie, avocados and sprouted grain bread and almonds for lunch), the dog got a bath (he was smelling FRESH after three days at the kennel) and I have located my toothbrush.
It was such a good idea to do laundry, scrub down the bathroom, clean out the fridge and mop before...
On the phone with my mother on Christmas Eve.
Me: Do you want me to pick up a bottle of wine on my way into town?
Mom: Hmm, I grabbed three bottles and your uncle bought a case. Do you think that’s enough?
Me: Gee, ma, I dunno. Is our friend Bacchus stopping by?
Mom: Oh, I’m not sure. Did you invite him? Does he really like wine? Wait, who did you say was coming over?
Me: Yes, mom, I think fifteen bottles is plenty.
After much miscommunication, a couple of meltdowns, seventy-eight cups of coffee and four tearful phone calls, Braden decided instead of running around to a bunch of places for Christmas, we needed to just go be with my Mumsie. I’ve been really stressing about not having enough time with her, because this is already going to be her hardest Christmas ever. Add in the prospect of...
Goals for the New Year.
So, I’m not a resolution kind of girl, but there are some things that I would like to accomplish in the next year.
I started this 52-week, life-changer program back in October, but fell of the wagon so completely that I’m just going to restart it in January. Basically, the program has to do with making one small, positive, very specific, life-enhancing change per week. It was going...
A long, sappy post in praise of my husband.
Sometimes I want to post really childish-sounding statements like, “My husband is better than everyone else’s!”—not because I’m actually comparing us to anyone else, but because it’s hard to imagine that there actually is a better man/husband/person out there and if he’s actually the best that should be acknowledged.
Anyway. Last night we were supposed to...
I try to keep the grief-talk around here to a minimum. I don’t want to whine and it also seems like a blog isn’t the most appropriate place to discuss heavy matters. However, this is such a big part of what I’m going through right now, not speaking for it seems wrong.
This Christmas season has been incredibly hard. I have no idea how I’m going to handle being at my...
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Conversations with my boss.
The boss walked into my office today while I was pounding my forehead on my desk.
Her: What are you doing?
Me: Trying to knock myself unconscious.
Her: Oh ... well, if you're successful, please don't file a worker's comp claim.
Me: You know my favorite thing about you is how caring you are.
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Going to try this tonight.
In my never ending quest to find a cleansing method that works for my skin, I’ve decided to give this oil cleansing, facial massage-thingy a go, and picked up some Castor oil this morning with the intention of trying it tonight. It sounds super relaxing, and hey—I could always use more super relaxing. Plus, B is working tonight (which he doesn’t often do anymore) and I like to...
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“Sneezes are like children. If you lose one, even if another comes along, it...”
– Braden
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So that's weird.
I’m in my kitchen listening to my “Messiah” station on Pandora (classical Christmas music—mostly big choirs ‘n stuff), cooking dinner for my brother, his girlfriend, my brother’s best friend, and said best friend’s wife. It’s freaky that my baby brother is old enough to have a girlfriend, let alone that his childhood best friend is old enough to be...
Prayers=answered.
Well, I got what I wanted! We made it to our Christmas party tonight (and almost didn’t make it back!) and my work is closed tomorrow due to the snow.
Unfortunately, Braden’s work is NOT closed. Which is a bummer because I had grand plans for our day off together in my head. But it’s okay. Sometimes I forget to factor in enough alone time for myself, and it might be very...
Tell me honestly.
So, for Christmas gifts this year, Braden and I have somewhat limited funds. In thinking of buying a gift for my uncle, who was super-involved in my wedding, what occurred to me that he would like best is a professionally printed and bound album of our wedding photos, with lots and lots of photos of him and I and our side of the family. He’s never married or had kids, and my siblings and I...
This has been one of those weeks that—for some inexplicable reason—has been absolute hell. Everything seems to be going wrong, and I’m not handling it with the most gracious of attitudes (see Monday’s post for a visual). The bad attitude may have something to do with the total lack of worthwhile sleep I have gotten in the last 8-10 days or so. Or maybe something to do with...
In which I hang pictures.
Braden: WHAT are you doing?
Me: Uh, hanging this photograph. What does it look like I'm doing?
Braden: Hammering a nail into the wall with a high heeled shoe.
Me: I couldn't find a hammer.
Braden: My hammer is in the coat closet in my toolbox.
Me: Oh ... yeah. Well, that hammer's ugly and has something greasy on it.
Braden: What about that hammer I bought you? It's cute. It has flowers painted on it!
Me: Yeah, nope. Looked, couldn't find it. It's okay, this is how I hung all the pictures in this house. Well, you know. Back before I had a husband with a toolbox.
Braden: Okay, stop. You're going to hurt yourself.
Me: No, it's fine. Esmeralda is AWESOME at sinking nails.
Braden: Esmeralda?
Me: My slingback.
Braden: You look so normal, then this happens.
