Friday, February 29, 2008
Usually I hate drink-steam on my face. I'll even let my drink cool to the point where there isn't any steam to avoid this unpleasant side effect.
However, today my bowling ball-like head enjoys the warmth, so I've gotta be really ill.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Thought #1: "Your journal (or blog) is your autobiography, so it should be kept carefully. You are unique, and there may be incidents in your experience that are more noble and praiseworthy in their way than those recorded in any other life.”
Thought #2: "No one is commonplace, and I doubt if you can ever read a biography (or blog) from which you cannot learn something from the difficulties overcome and the struggles made to succeed. These are the measuring rods for the progress of humanity."
(quotes from Spencer W. Kimball, “‘The Angels May Quote from It’,” Tambuli, Jun 1977, 16)
If I had the time, I'd save these beauties:
I'd paint them some happy color...white or yellow and cover the cushion in a nice bright print. That little table would come inside and make a great plant stand.
This guy is pretty great as is, although I might think about painting him a dull red color to add a pop of color in my front room. Simple, clean, sturdy.
Beautiful wingback chair with caning. I'd paint the wood and caning white and recover the cushion with some rad print like this makeover.
I saved the best for last. This sofa is $190 and could be STUNNING if reworked. Although, with all those curves I'm pretty sure the reupholstering of this piece is a little out of my skill set. Also, I'm pretty sure ear doctor would find the shape way too feminine. But I still love her.
Monday, February 25, 2008
But I went. I went because I said I would and because I knew people were counting on me. And I absolutely refuse to flake on people if I can help it at all.
Begrudgingly I pulled on my running shoes, threw the rats nest of my hair up into an (unwashed) ponytail and headed out.
As soon as I entered the gym and saw the 45 little girls sitting excitedly in a huge circle a wave of nostalgia hit me. I remembered the uncountable hours I spent as a little girl at school/girl scout/church functions similar to the one these girls were about to experience. I remembered having hula hoop competitions and making crazy crafts. I remembered running under and tucking the edges of a parachute so that my friends and I were surrounded by a slowly deflating rainbow-colored world. I remembered it all, and I got really excited for them to make similar memories for themselves.
After eating french-toast sticks covered in gooey syrup, playing an intense game of musical chairs and teaching 50+ girls two dance routines I was beat. My body was exhausted but my heart was full of three things:
1. Admiration for mothers of 10 year olds. Where do you get the energy?
2. People who care enough about the health of future generations to organize a program that encourages exercise and fitness without receiving any sort of compensation for themselves.
3. How lucky I am to be part of such a great group of people.
Friday, February 22, 2008
2. TV. Just take a look at what is sitting in my DVR right now:
3. Garabage. My garabage can has somehow turned into a never-ending bottomless hole. I mean, I just keep tossing stuff in and the bag magically gets emptied and taken down the the curb for pick-up. It's really amazing.
4. Knowing my weight. Growing up we never had a scale in our house. I guess my mom just never saw the need. The ear doctor had a scale, and brought it to our relationship so now I periodically check myself. I half hate half love this.
5. Propane. I never knew the price of a tank of propane and now I do. Owing to the ear doctor's love of grilling out, we burn through this stuff on a pretty regular basis.
6. Costco. I went there every now and then when I needed to get supplies for a party or develop film. Now we go twice a month (at least). Turns out the ear doctor just likes to wander through the warehouse and get a polish sausage on the way out.
7. Budgeting. Wow, this is really a whole new world for me. Before I tied the knot I had a budget, but it was very inaccurate and easy to break. Now it is regimented, fixed and forward looking.
8. Confidence. Knowing someone loves you and is always there for you inspires a wicked strong personal confidence. It's not like I wasn't a confident person before I was married, but now it's different. Deeper. Richer. Realer (or more real?).
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The first few thoughts that went through my head:
1. Wow, that is seriously heinous fabric for a dress.
2. How can that model be making a seductive face while she's wearing a horribly cheap looking lace inset?
3. 1976 called, they want their collar lapels back.
4. She kind of looks like that actress who played Laney Boggs in She's all that.
5. Gosh, I really hope it isn't that actress. Falling from the lead roll in a major motion picture to posing for Vogue patterns is a long, long descent.
6. When they said, "add some bangles," she REALLY added some bangles.
7. Her hands and arms looks SO awkward....what would Tyra and the J's say about this photo!
8. Hot shoes.
9. Aside from the strange lace, pic nic table fabric and alarming actress career move, do I actually like the pattern of this dress?
10. Yes.....yes, I really do. Made out of the right fabric with slight alterations I think this dress could look fabulous.
What do you think?
One important lesson we learned was knife skills. We learned the proper way to use our beautiful, very sharp 8" chef's knives. As soon as I got home from the class I was meticulous about how I used my knife. I was very aware of keeping my knife clean, dry and in good repair.
As time has passed, I've become lazy. My fingers aren't placed correctly and my nice knife gets tossed in the drawer with all of the other knives. Turns out I was begging to be taught a lesson.
Sunday I made a beautiful braised brisket and as I was trimming the 3" layer of fat off the meat I made a beautiful deep cut into the side of my left pointer finger. Ouch. Last night I was cutting a pear for a scrumptious fruit salad (to accompany our mushroom stuffed burgers and spicy sweet potato fries) and I attempted to hack off my left thumb.
Alright, knife, I get your point. (har har har). From now on you will get my full attention and the highest level of respect.
Because there is nothing more embarrassing that telling dinner guests to wait for dinner while you run to the bathroom to clean dripping blood from your hand.
Don't worry mom, I didn't leave the bandaid packaging on the bathroom counter for you to come and throw away.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It is seriously frustrating when I find a fabric that I LOVE and want to make a quilt or recover a chair and I can't get it because I'm not in the industry.
So, I figured there must be a good reason they are limiting their customers, right? Any ideas?
Monday, February 18, 2008
First, my upper, right canine tooth turned gray, fell out and turned into powder. Scary, but not that unusual. I always dream about my teeth falling out.
Second, I'm driving through a gas station parking lot and see my mom limping down the sidewalk. She's wearing a bright pink bike helmet, her clothes are dirty, knees scrapped up and she's crying. I ask what happened and she said she was riding her bike to church and wrecked it. I don't know why, but this dream was VERY traumatic. Mom's are supposed to be invincible, not hurt from a bike accident.
Anyone care to interpret?
The first was his pick. A great place called nine75. Very hipster, lots of 20 somethings in the bar in the back. All the servers looked like they could be art school students with square heavy framed glasses. The best part? A HUGE bowl of fresh, warm, delicious cotton candy for dessert. As soon as that soft spun goodness hit my lips I reverted into a happy 7 year old girl with pig tails and saltwater sandals. Truly a fun place!
The second was my find: Via, in LoDo. It is the new(ish) sister restuaruant to one of my favorite cherry creek spots, (cucina colore). The crowd at this place was a little less Kerouac, a little more Chianti. The food was spectacular. Just really, really good. My pasta had the freshest tasting tomatoes, which is a real trick for mid february. Again, the dessert stole the show. Peach bread pudding sitting in a lake of the smoothest, creamiest carmel sauce you could ever imagine. It took my breath away and was dubbed my new favorite restaurant in Denver.
Friday, February 15, 2008
As we were cracking our fortune cookies I apologized for not having the most romantic of holidays for our first married Valentines. He paused, looked at me and said, "actaully, it was pretty romantic. We both took care of each other and this will make a great story for the rest of our lives"
He's pretty great.
Now, onto the loot. Look at all the great tokens of love he gave me yesterday:
He hid these vintage space-themed valentines cards all over the house. I don't think there are more perfect valentines on the face of this earth for me. As you can see I've found 9 of them...one more is hiding somewhere in the house.
Here is what I got for him.
(the card in the middle is a subscription to Paste magazine, which he will LOVE)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Even like this, I love this man. Luckiest girl in the world = me.
Aren't you jealous of our romantic first married Valentines Day? You should be,
Monday, February 11, 2008
However, this weekend when my mom came to visit I decided that I'd just show her a nice relaxing time. I wanted her to see what the ear doctor and I do on any given Saturday.
The main event of the weekend? The ear doctor and I took her to our favorite puppy store. We do this every weekend. It is our way of getting our puppy fix without having to scoop any poops. (yuck)
Being a dog lover and away from her beloved Quinnie, I think she really liked it.
While we were there we discovered a new breed that seems ideal for our lifestyle: an adorable Basenji.
I really want a dog, but I'm just not ready to get up and go for sub-zero snowy morning walks. Is it so crazy to wait until we have the beautiful, warm early mornings that I know are coming soon to Colorado? Is it?
As usual, the ear doctor picked up a puppy and gave me the pleading eyes. Nerves steeled against his almost-irresistable good looks, I stuck to my guns.
Thinking I would get support from my ever-practical mother, I turned to her for assistance. Shocked, I realized I was staring directly into the exact same gleam, transported into her eyes. She was pleading with me to bring a puppy home with us! Where did my mother go and who replaced her with this 10 year old, giddy little girl?!? Then she casually said, "I'll throw in $100."
She is a tricky, tricky woman who knows me so well. I have a REALLY hard time passing up a deal. I had to dig deep in my soul and muster up the poop-scooping memories of my youth in order to leave without a furry pal of my own this weekend. But I can feel my resolve weakening.....
Friday, February 08, 2008
I'm pretty impressed with her. It's kind of intimidating for us Mormons to let it all hang out and tell people of our faith sometimes. Probably every individual in my church has at one point had a pretty poor experience with being mocked, hurt, degraded and laughed at for our faith. A once-bitten-twice-shy attitude can be developed.
Anyway, I'm so happy for her and so totally IMPRESSED by the love she's had in her comments section for this very personal post.
My faith in the genuine niceness of humanity is restored.
(note: if you feel inclined to say something unkind to this post I'm going to delete it, so don't waste your time)
The gist of the event is that you can go to a bunch of local awesome restuarants and have a mulit-course dinner for 2 people for $52.80 (mile-high city price...cool). For the restaurants listed, that's a pretty great deal.
Plus, one of our resolutions was to try out new restaurants this year.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The ear doctor called them a perfect mix of my talents.
I love being a dork!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Me (1:55 pm): I'm glad it was good, Lovah! I miss you and I'm grumpy here at work.
Ear doctor (2:00 pm): That is C-RRRRRRAPPYYYYYY. It's ok 'cause tonight we're making frosting ....
(this morning he asked what we are going to do tonight and I told him "make frosting" for my activty day girls. We're frosting heartshaped cookies for Valentines day)
Me (2:01 pm): That's the truth. All I want to do right now is sit around watching TV or playing Mario. Am I 10 years old?
Ear doctor (2:02 pm): No, not ten years old ... the WOMAN of mis suenos
Me (2:03 pm): Maybe we can add eat popcorn to that list list of things I'd rather be doing. The DC (our code name for diet coke) in the work fridge is calling to me, and I'm having a hard time ignoring it's siren song.
(remember, I'm only drinking diet coke once a week on saturdays)
Ear Doctor (2:06 pm): Be strong against the clarion call of the DC. We can definitely do all of the above on your list, including eat popcorn, tonight. I don't have class today, so I'll be home early!!!!! Maybe then we can get ourMario on ... I'll be player 2 if you want.
You know it's true love when someone offers to be player 2 for Mario Galaxy on Wii.
Now I'm left out in the cold tonight hoping that others, who plan ahead more than I do, get out there and do what they think is best.
Have a great Super Tuesday.
Monday, February 04, 2008
She looked me in the eyes, smiled and said, "it's so nice to see how much you and your husband love each other."
Cue my light-up-from-the-tips-of-my-toes-to-the-top-of-my-head smile.
When I make remarks about the ear doctor and I people often shake their heads, roll their eyes and say, "you're newlyweds, give it a year or so and it'll wear off."
I don't want this to wear off. We've been married for almost 8 months and he's become an even greater friend than I ever expected. Why do people feel the need to rain on our parade? Why the negativity? Why can't more people be supportive, loving, and sweet like the nice elderly lady whose small, passing comment will be locked in my memory forever?
As my dating life progressed this small quality sank further and further to the bottom of my future-mate top 10 list (BTW did anyone else do this, or was I really weird?)
Then I met the ear doctor. He was funny....check. Thoughtful?....check. Smart?...you bet.
Best of all....a G-R-E-A-T dancer. Even better, he wasn't just a good freestyler, but he swing dances. While we dated we went dancing almost once a week. Since getting married and moving farther away from the venues, we have been slipping in our attendance.
Friday afternoon I found this great video, and KNEW we MUST go out the next night.
(the move the male dancer does at 1:15 is the ear doctor's favorite and he looks so great doing it!)
We went and it was AMAZING.......just like the ear doctor! But, man are my shoulder blades sore!