Friday, January 30, 2009

Debbie Downer Has Left the Building

For the sake of myself and everyone who has to deal with me, I have decided to kick Debbie Downer out of my house. It's ridiculous. I'm way too fabulous of a person to be down for so long. This is me bouncing back and roundhouse kicking the winter blues in the face.

So after nearly six months of marriage, I finally put my wedding photos on my computer. And since so many people are posting random photos these days, I have decided to share some of my favorite pics with all of you.

For some reason, this is one of my favorite. Don't ask me why, becuase I have been asking that of myself and can't come up with a good answer.

Due to Hot Husband's obsession with all things ninja, one of our friends made a katana for him as a wedding gift. This may look like just a fun photo op, but I actually do this to him all the time. Someone has to keep him in line!

Just another one I like.

So that's it for now. Looking at the pictures and remembering the awesome 80 degree day in August is putting a huge smile on my face and making me all warm! I also brought out my flip flops and pretending I'm at the beach while I make cupcakes in my kitchen. Whatever works, right?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Wintertime Blues

I have not been myself lately. Usually I am happy and outgoing. No one has heard my obnoxiously loud laugh in a really long time. I miss being me. I want and need to get me back. The problem? I'm solar powered and the sun doesn't shine in January in Illinois. This makes me very sad.

And it just started to snow...

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Hot Husband is in Mourning

Hot Husband is mourning the loss of an 8ft icicle that was hanging off our house. He has been watching it grow for the past week and has been ridiculously excited about it. Every morning before we went to work and every evening after we got home, he would check the icicle status. This morning he was super pumped to find that it was over 8ft long and planned on taking some pictures of it this evening. Much to his dismay, we came home to a house that was lacking the huge icicle. Its remnants were scattered in the driveway. He claims the loss of the icicle is the saddest story ever. I'm trying to be there for him and comfort him in his time of great loss.

The Bachman is in total denial about the icicle and is still super pumped.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

It's Over!!!!

Today was a fansmashingtastic day! The reigh of Bush is over! I am so excited about the Obama presidency. I was watching the inauguration while I was at work surrounded by men and I couldn't help but burst into tears. I woke up with goosebumps and am sure they will come back when I watch the inauguration for a second time with Hot Husband in just a few minutes. I love being able to watch history being made. And I can't wait for textbooks to start declaring Bush as the worst president in history.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Blah, Blah, Blah

I'm back to work today and it's a very sad story. I spent my weekend getting the house ready for the open house and the private showing we had on Sunday and nobody came. I wasn't expecting anyone for the open house because it's freezing outside and people would have to be crazy to voluntarily leave their homes, but I was expecting the person who actually called to make an appointment to show up! I was a little peeved that we had to leave the house for two hours for no reason at all. So inconsiderate...

Now my plan is to try to get things to resemble some stage of normalcy around my house. From having a concussion, to Hot Husband getting sick, to running around like a crazy woman getting the house ready, to Hot Husband getting even sicker, and me waking up this morning with a runny nose and sore throat, I feel like these 19 days of 2009 have been one mess after another. It really has to stop.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

For My Sister...Who I Also Call My Lighthouse

My family is the most important thing in my world. Freakishly close, I have a hard time when I go a whole week without seeing them. Admittedly, there are times when I get aggravated with them, but nothing, no matter how bad it may be, will keep me from loving them forever. My sister has been having a rough time lately, and I just wanted to tell everyone how much she means to me and how much I love her. She is my lighthouse. When I am lost, I can count on her to show me the way home. When I am having difficult times, I can count on her to help me out. When Hot Husband and I are fighting, I can count on her to remind me that marriages are hard and that true love will prevail. Now it's my turn to tell her true love will prevail. She is such a strong, courageous, beautiful woman, and I know for a fact that I would not be who I am today without her. Although the heartfelt conversations where we declare our love for each other are few and far between, I know how she feels about me, just like I am sure she knows how much I love her. Tonight is a big night for my sister and I hope it brings her much deserved happiness. There is a long list of things I wish for both of my sisters and happiness is at the top. My sister has been there for me through all of my absolutely crazy relationship fiascoes, and I just want her to know that I will be there for her and M, for absolutely anything they may need. I love you Big Sister. You are...everything to me.

Open House

I took yesterday off of work so I could have some time to get stuff done around the house. Our realtor is having an open house for us today and we needed to make the house look presentable. It took us 9 hours to do that! We aren't really that messy, but like I said in an earlier post, I am allergic to the vacuum and The Bachman loves leaving his hair all over the place. I think 2 of those hours were spent vacuuming. In the midst of the madness, we were able to pack up 7-10 boxes and get some closests organized. Our town has been experiencing subzero temperatures and I will be surprised if anyone comes out to see the house, but at least the open house was a reason for us to get the house cleaner than it ever has been.

I'm getting increasingly sad and scared about moving. I don't know what the right decision is...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

A Slave to the Grind

I feel like there is too much stuff going on in my life for me to be working. Actually, let me rephrase that. I KNOW there is too much stuff going on in my life for me to be working. What sucks is that I really have to work. I would love to stay home and hang out with my sister and my nephew Stink. I would love to be able to give my sister some time off so she can rest. I would love to be able to spend days with her and have the chance to try and make her laugh or smile. But I can't because I have to work. I would love to be able to take a few days off so I can get my house in order and get things fixed so we might have more success selling it. But I can't because I have to work. I would love to be able to be a good friend and fly to Texas for a weekend so I can be there for a friend who needs me. But I can't because I have to work. This whole work thing is really getting in the way of what I want to do and it's driving me mad.

So instead of being able to give my sister, my house and my friend 100% of me, I have to settle for bringing my sister coffee in the morning, cleaning my house after work, and calling my friend before I go to sleep. I don't like that all of the things that really matter have to be squeezed in around work.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

This Clumsy Yankee Girl

While I have been recovering from my concussion, I have gotten a lot of phone calls and texts from my friends and family checking up on me. For the most part, it made me feel good to know so many people care about me. I did, however, get one text from someone I know that implied that I wasn’t taking care of myself. I was told that falling on my back didn’t seem like something I would do. Obviously this person doesn’t know me at all. Falling on my back is very typical Yankee Girl. Throughout my life, I have done plenty of things that weren’t very graceful. Here I have compiled my top ten favorite clumsy things I have done. They are listed in no particular order.

1. I once fell into a pond because I thought it would be a great idea to cross it on a tree that fell over the pond. When I lost my balance, I grabbed a tiny little tree branch to break my fall. Naturally, I fell into the pond and earned a rather large cut on my leg.

2. At my bachelorette party I got so drunk I fell off a chair I was sitting on. I wasn’t even dancing on a bar and I fell over.

3. After the bachelorette party I fell in my driveway. Yes, there was alcohol involved and I don’t even remember falling.

4. I fell up some stairs when I was in Mexico and sprained my ankle. I had to wear the world’s largest cast for the rest of my stay in Mexico. Apparently sprains are treated differently in Mexico than there are in the U.S.

5. When I was a cheerleader in high school, I managed to get trampled by the entire varsity football team and ended up in the emergency room. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and had over thirty guys step on some area of my body. I actually think this is on tape somewhere and wouldn’t be surprised if it’s on youtube at this very moment.

6. I fell into a creek and broke my wrist.

7. I fell down some stairs and broke my tailbone.

8. I fell on the ice and broke my tailbone.

9. I had a folding chair fold up on me and I fell on the cement and broke my tailbone.

10. I went sledding as a child in a friend’s fenced backyard. My sled ended up going too fast and didn’t stop before it reached the fence. Instead of jumping off the sled, I thought it would be best to stay on the sled while it ran into the fence. I wore a black eye and black nose for at least a week.

As you can see, I am a world class faller. I really should get paid to fall. If that were the case, I would have millions of dollars. Maybe my calling in life is to be a stunt double. Though that probably wouldn’t last too long because I surely would get injured on my first job.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Can I Have a Head Transplant Please?

I fell in my driveway two days ago, and after 40 hours of a constant headache, Hot Husband insisted on taking me to the hospital. After the most fun three hours I have ever spent in a hospital (thanks to Hot Husband joking around with me and making me laugh all the way through the visit), we found out that I have a concussion, bruising and swelling. As I write this, I am high on painkillers and muscle relaxers and am just trying to find enough energy to make it back to the couch so I can finish watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. That movie always makes me feel better.

There are only two things I like about being sick. Let's face it, being sick blows and no one enjoys it, but I can admit there are two small things that make me feel great when I am down and out. The first one is party straws with umbrellas on them. Whenever I am sick, Hot Husband always gives me water and juice with a party straw. The little straw never ceases to make me smile. The second thing I love about being sick is Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. To be clear, it has to be green Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. This is another little thing that the husband does for me. MCC is my favorite kind of ice cream, but I only let myself eat it on very rare occasions. Being sick or having a head injury is definitely the kind of occasion that calls for ice cream.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Weather Outside is Weather

I absolutely loath the weather right now. I was aware that it was snowing on my drive home from work because I am a good driver and pay attention to things like that, but unbeknown to me, my driveway was a sheet of ice. I didn't find this out until I stepped out of my car, walked three steps and then proceeded to fall on my back, hitting my head on the back bumper on the way down. Hot Husband then got out of the car to help me, and since he was a little worried, he rushed, causing him to end up on his back right next to me. When I first fell I thought I was going to start crying, but then I saw Hot Husband laying next to me and I couldn't do anything but laugh. The fun time is over though, and I now I have a huge headache.

Friday, January 2, 2009

If Patience is a Virtue, Then I'm Not Very Virtuous

On New Year's Eve, Hot Husband was unloading the dishwasher and having a two year old type temper tantrum because he insisted we didn't have enough room for all of our dishes and pot and pans. This morning when I went to get a mixing bowl so I can make the cookies I have been promising said husband since his birthday on Monday, I realized why he was under the impression we have no room for anything. For some reason, Hot Husband thought the best way to get everything in the cabinets was to just shove it all in and the close the door. My once organized cabinets are in total disarray because my husband could not take the extra few minutes to stack everything in an organized manner. Wanna guess who had the temper tantrum this morning?