11.25.2010

A Time to be Thankful


I'm incredibly thankful for so many things. My health, my family, James (the majority of the time), Smurf, and having a job in this economy.

I can't wait to stuff myself on mashed potatoes and turkey, watch football, and craft.

And I can't wait to set a wedding date tomorrow!

11.19.2010

Happy Weekend

Have a great weekend everyone. Now if I can just get James to go to the zoo with me...


11.18.2010

Highlight of My Week

I have been battling a major sinus infection for a few weeks now. I don't have health insurance until January, so I have been trying to rid it in nonprescription ways.

Well Monday I had to go to Walgreens during the day to have the pharmacist help me out with some advice. Well as I left in my sinus headache/cold med haze, a homeless, 20-something hippie guy on a bike approaches me. He hits me up for some change and I turn him down. So end of conversation, right?

No. He then proceeds to tell me "You look nice today. Would you like to go out on a date sometime?"

Dude. You are on a bike and asked me for money. Obviously I'd have to drive, pay, and have you come back to my place. Besides the fact I'm engaged... just no.

*Guy in picture is not him. But it gives you an idea of what happened. Same dreads though.

A Feminist's Nightmare

James and I are sitting on the couch and this lovely exchange occurs:

*James grabs my leg*
Me: Stop that!
James: I own you, I can do whatever I want... I own you.
Me: EXCUUUUSE ME???
James: Good for you, asking your master to excuse you.
Me: Oh my gosh, I'm going to blog about this jerk.
James: Good for you... it's cute you have a little pet project... but shhhh... men are talking.

Why am I getting married again? le sigh.


But I'll get him back. I'll schedule two more dinner parties with people he doesn't know. I win.

11.13.2010

I'm Not Ready to Start Decorating Yet, But...


How freaking cute are these trees? I know I tend to say this a lot, but... I. AM. OBSESSED.

These Glitter Trees are courtesy of three sisters from the blog eighteen25 (which I immediately plan on following) via I heart naptime.

I plan on doing this with silver, gold, and bronze glitter. James will absolutely murder me for the amounts of glitter that will go everywhere, but so worth it. How gorge would this also look in turquoise and bronze in a living room? Love. Love. Love.

The best part is the excuse to go to the thrift store for candle sticks. I haven't been thrifting since I moved and this reminded me how much I need a fix soon


Christina, we need another wine and craft time ASAP so we can make these.

11.10.2010

Wedding Idea

So today I attended my 7th million networking event and I met the wife of executive chef and owner of Bistro Aix located in historic San Marco. I have only eaten once at Bistro Aix, but the food was seasonal and tasty, and the atmosphere was city chic. And then it hit me... I could have my wedding reception there. I never thought about having a wedding reception at a restaurant until I started reading the Broke Ass Bride website. The creators had their wedding at a cute restaurant and it was special, beautiful, and really reasonably priced. Plus, if things work out, I could even get married this coming spring and be finally done with all this stupid wedding stuff*. So the owner's wife and I will be in touch and it is on the list of places to check out.


*Weddings are not stupid. I'm just not a Bridezilla type and would rather spend the money on something more important like a house or retirement. A wedding is 4 hours, a marriage is a lifetime. I'd rather spend money on something that will last longer than an open bottle of champagne.

Also... and warning this is political... I strongly believe that the rights awarded to heterosexual married couples should be awarded to homosexual committed couples as well. I don't care if a religion wants to accept it or not, it is a legal contract that all consenting adults should have the right to enter if they so choose.


So anyways... restaurant reception... awesome or tacky?

11.08.2010

Mr. Smurfers, Boo-Boo, The Boo

James has reminded (a lot) lately that I have been bad at updating. So I decided to write a post about the second most important man in my life. No, not my dad, but Smurf. So heads up... this post will just be an excuse to gush about my baby and post pictures of him.

Smurf a.k.a. Mr Smurfers a.k.a. Boo-Boo a.k.a. The Boo is my chinchilla. What is a chinchilla you ask?


















Answer: The cutest freaking animal ever. Period. End of sentence.


And Smurf is the cutest chinchilla ever.


End of post.








Just Kidding. But only about it being the end of the post.


Smurf came into my life during my sophomore year of college. It was the weekend of my 20th birthday and my roommate and I ventured to Jack's Pets in Cincy to play with the puppies. And all alone, in a cage, was Smurf looking basically like this:













How could you say no to a face like this?

And I couldn't say no. So I began to make a series of bad choices that somehow ended up okay. But please, learn from my mistakes.

Bad Decision #1 - Don't buy an animal on impulse.

I decided that without knowing how to take care of a chinchilla, what his needs were, or if I could take care of him, that it would be a great idea to buy him and learn everything I needed to know from the thin, white book at the pet store. Surprisingly, Smurf is still alive and healthy after all our mishaps.

These mishaps included not realizing chinchillas are social animals who should be in pairs and can not easily be introduced to each other (if male) later in life, that temperatures over 75 degrees are EXTREMELY dangerous to chinchillas due to their coats, and that pet store wheels can really hurt a chinchillas back.

Bad Decision #2 - Don't buy an animal with your roommate.

Do I really need to explain why this is a bad idea? Thankfully my roommate got bored with Smurf like the majority of other things in her life.... oooooooh buuuuurn. Yep. Went there. Anyways...

During the summer between junior year and senior year, old roommate had Smurf live with her at school in the upstairs hallway of an old off campus house. The house did not have air conditioning and being upstairs in a hallway, he didn't have a window to have a breeze. Now the day I picked Smurf up to come live with me in my fab house with AC it was 94 degrees outside. Indoors it was hotter. If you notice in bad decision number one, temperatures over 75 degrees is the danger zone. 70 degrees is the upper end of okay and 75 is bad. It was 94 degrees on that one day. So yeah, not sure how I still have Smurf alive, but I am thankful for his guardian angel.

Bad Decision # 3 - Don't buy an animal unless you know their life span.

Smurf will live with me, if something doesn't happen, until he is 15-20 years old. So I might have him when I'm 40. That is a commitment. Thankfully I love him to pieces, but what if James hadn't liked him? What if I had found out chinchillas suck the souls out of babies? I had no idea. So thankfully again, I'm lucky I love the boo, but it could have been bad. He will live with me longer than my children will. Scary.

But like I said... luckily... I love the critter.

How could I not?















And yes I know this post fizzled at the end, but I am le tired. I don't feel like editing or saving and revising tomorrow. So enjoy pictures of The Boo and go back and reread the part where I insulted my old roommate.