Monday, February 23, 2009

You know how you can swing a closed compact umbrella and make it shoot out towards someone? Did that explanation make sense? You know, fake them out by swinging it at them and the wrapped up part of the umbrella goes "click" "click" to it's fully extended position and then stops a foot from their face? You know, just to make them flinch?


And have you ever had the end of the umbrella actually come off and hit the person?

No? Me neither. Until last night. My poor husband.

He agreed to go on a walk with me in the rain. So as he was getting ready, I swung my umbrella towards him and said "pow!" Only much to my surprise, it went "click" "click" and then the entire end of the umbrella went flying off and pelted him right in the chest.

I am soooooo lucky it didn't hit him in the face.

And I am sooooo lucky he still went on a walk with me.

But I guess it kind of makes up for him elbowing me in the nose. Eh?

(PS--If you haven't jumped in puddles recently, I highly recommend it.)

Friday, February 20, 2009

another advantage of early-morning running

You just might find one of these on the side of the road just waiting to be adopted by you. But consider yourself warned--you will probably have to run the rest of the way back to your house carrying it.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

looong night

Last night was a rough night. I woke up so many times--and I'm one of those people who normally sleeps with no problem. But, no. Not last night.

I woke up a couple times with a stomach ache. What? A stomach ache in the middle of the night? Not nice.

I woke up when Christian came home from soccer.

I woke up to pee. Maybe twice. I can't remember. I just couldn't resist that BIG glass of water right before bed. I knew I shouldn't, but what's a girl to do when she's thirsty?

And I woke up when Christian cracked me right smack in the nose with his elbow. Talk about a rude awakening. I was very happy that it didn't start bleeding. Christian apologized profusely but didn't remember a thing in the morning. My nose remembers.

Sheesh. Let's hope tonight is less brutal.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

what?? I'm not perfect?

In addition to the absolutely perfect person that I am...

I'm a hypocrite.

I'm immature.

I'm insensitive.

I take offense easily.

I'm prideful.

I'm selfish.

I put my foot in my mouth.

I'm moody.

I'm a know-it-all.

I'm lazy.

I'm critical.

But recognizing that I am all of these things makes it okay, right? Riiiiiight.

Monday, February 16, 2009

spare room

We have a spare room.

When Dianna moved out, we were left with a spare room. I was adamant about it NOT turning into a dumping room. If it were just the two of us, we would still be living in a one-bedroom apartment. So we should only have enough stuff to fill a one-bedroom apartment. Anything beyond that is unnecessary.

So I refused to put anything in there. The room was for the spare bed and our bikes ONLY.

In an effort to keep that room junk free, the rest of our place housed our junk. Cake stands stacked on the kitchen table. Bike accessories lumped into corners in the laundry room. Piles of who-knows-what the living room. It was never ending. I just could not keep everything organized. And all the while there was a perfectly clean and organized room in our house--THAT WAS NEVER USED.

Enough was enough. Why would I allow our precious living space to be cluttered while an unused room in our home remained perfectly clean. So I gave in. Need to clean the living room? Throw everything in the spare room. Not sure what it's for? Throw it in the spare room. Don't know where to put it? Throw it in the spare room. Inherited a couple bags of fabric? Throw them in the spare room. Need space for a Christmas tree? Move the living room chair into the spare room. Can't find the hammer? It's probably buried in the spare room.

And so it went.

Until today.

You couldn't walk into the spare room. In fact, you couldn't even open the door completely. It was time to do some serious organizing. If you think I'm exaggerating that there was zero floor space, just know that for the first 5 minutes I was in there, I was standing on an old rusty saw and didn't even notice.

I sorted, I organized, I rearranged, I made lists. I didn't do much purging, because we only put things in that room that we planned on keeping.

And I'm proud to announce that my crafts are all safely sleeping in a basket all together, our bike accessories are hanging out with their own kind in the closet, our tools are awaiting their new home on a shelf in the laundry room, and our unused picture frames are nestled neatly under the bed.

The bed is made, the floor is clear, I'm exhausted, and right about now I'm wishing I had taken a "before" shot.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

valentine's day recap

What a lovely day.

Quick last-minute run to say farewell to Kathy. Have a great time in Utah, Lyons! We will miss you!

Chores. I LOVE having a clean living room.

Thanks to Kathy's encouragement, we braved the forecast for rain and set out on our Valentine's Day excursions. And despite the 80% chance of downpours, the most we experienced were sprinkles.

First stop: the Oakland Zoo. Trust me--you do not need kids to enjoy the zoo. Even the "children's section" was incredibly fun. Highlights? Screaming macaws. Olympic gymnast gibbons. Giraffes doing the splits. And bats that look like bears. (Lenessa--they aren't flying rats! They are flying bears!)

Then we were off Berkeley in search of a very late lunch. We drove around and around and ended up on Telegraph near Cal. Indian food. Mmmmmmmmm. Let me repeat that. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Couldn't resist a quick trip into Buffalo Exchange since we were parked just around the corner. Three dresses for me. Two pairs of pants for Christian.

After making out like bandits at Buffalo Exchange, we went in search of a little waterfall off the beaten path in Berkeley, thanks to a tip from Weekend Sherpa. Got my favorite red shoes all muddy, and loved every minute of it.

On our way home, we wound through the streets and hills drooling over the neighborhoods. I'm not sure how many times I told Christian I could handle living in that area. Check it out sometime.

Crashed the Heritage Oaks ward Valentine's dance in order to shake a little bootie with Lenessa. And let's just say, it was, well, a church dance--the dance floor was speckled with with a handful of adults who probably haven't danced in a long time and a bunch of kids running around. So what did we do? We shook our booties. To Michael Jackson, YMCA, and a Christmas remix of The Macarena. Yep. The Macarena mixed with Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Christian helped David hold down the chairs. They did a great job.

Then we swung by home, picked up Richard, and were off to the movies to see Coraline. Great movie. The crazy lady has some serious issues. Creepy. And I loved it.

Needless to say, but the time we got home, I collapsed on the floor of the living room when we got home. Partly because I was exhausted, partly because it was so clean I couldn't help but make the most of all that space. But Christian told me to go get in bed instead of sleep on the floor.

What a fun day!

stupid fudge

I have never made fudge. Today I decided to try. And I know it can be fickle so I vowed to follow the directions to the letter (sometimes I get lazy when I'm cooking and start to ignore the recipe). Of course, right off the bat I noticed that I accidently used semi-sweet chocolate instead of the unsweetened chocolate I bought specifically to make the fudge. Oh well. Not a big deal.

So I heated it up. Boiled. Used the candy thermometer (which I also bought just to make fudge). Stirred FOREVER til it reached 240 degrees. Removed from heat. Added butter and vanilla. Didn't stir, not matter how much I wanted to. Left about an hour until it dropped to 110 degrees. Oh wait. That never happened. Over an hour and a half later it had barely dropped to 125 degrees. I checked a couple more recipes and some said just to let it sit for an hour (and not necessarily get to a certain temperature). So I decided it was good enough.

Stir, stir, stir. Working up a sweat. Looking good. "Beat until fudge is very thick and has lost its gloss." Yep. Did that. As soon as it looked right, I immediately ran from the living room (where I was multi-tasking, i.e. watching Survivor) to the kitchen to pour it into the pyrex dish. And I do mean immediately. In the 3 seconds it took to get into the kitchen and put the pot next to the dish, the fudge hardened. Rock hard. Solid. In the pot. I'm lucky the wooden spoon was sitting on top of the fudge, otherwise I never would have gotten it out. I'm assuming I should have stopped stirring it about 1 minute sooner.

I spent hours on it. Hours.

Stupid fudge.

Friday, February 13, 2009

valentine's day

I was never a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong--I was not one of those people who hated Valentine's Day. No, no. Just didn't get all crazy excited about it. Maybe it's because I thought heart-shaped jewelry was cheesy. It was all just too mushy, and I'm not that mushy of a person. I had a couple of romantic boyfriends back in the day, and they drove me insane. I found myself wanting to laugh at their love notes. I am a mean, mean person.

Then came Christian. Back in 2004, I knew Christian was thinking about proposing. I specifically told him I did NOT want to be proposed to on Valentine's Day. So cliché. I guess I made this a little overly clear to him. Turns out all our friends were telling him the same thing--to the point where he got annoyed every time someone reminded him that he COULD NOT propose on Valentine's Day. "I KNOW!"

He proposed on February 21st. I said yes.

While I still wouldn't want to be proposed to on Valentine's Day, I'm much more open to mushiness now. And especially this year. Valentine's Day? Bring it on, baby. Flowers, chocolates, mushy mushy. Maybe not love poems. Those are still a little much for me. But a cute little love note? I can certainly handle that.

No pressure, Christian.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

another picture tag

Tagged by the lovely Brooklyn!

1. go to the document/ my pictures site on your computer
2. go to your sixth file
3. go to your sixth picture
4. blog about it
5. tag 6 people

Christian took this on his phone back in October 2006. You know, back when I had long blond hair. We were babysitting for the Wheatleys and we were at a Pinewood, um, carnival? Halloween Party? Yeah. Halloween party--haunted house and everything. I'm pretty sure Christian, Maddie, Lauren and I all had lollipops that turned our mouths blue. So of course Christian had to take a picture. And this picture was the wallpaper on his phone up until last week when he switched over to his new phone.

Do I really have to tag people? Ok--Veronica, Kerri, Lenessa, Kaylynn, Tyler, and Dianna. (And anyone else who feels like doing it.)

10 o'clock! Bedtime! Woohoo! I'm outta here.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

The other day I was getting ready for work and put on what I thought was a pretty cute outfit. Red scarf in my hair, navy blue shirt, casual jeans, and my favorite red shoes. Casual but cute. My office, which is normally freezing, was an oven all week. But I knew I needed something warm for the trip from the parking lot to my office. Instead of putting on my favorite green jacket that I wear EVERY DAY (and all day since I'm usually freezing all day at work), I decided I should put on something else. Unfortunately I am sorely lacking on cute sweaters. So I threw on my sweatshirt and ran out the door. Besides, I'd just take it off when I got in the office.

Of course with my luck, the office was once again freezing. So I kept my sweatshirt on all day. Halfway through the day I went to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What had been a cute outfit had morphed into something atrocious. I seriously looked like I was either going to go work in a garden or beg for money on the side of the road. It was bad. And I was actually working like this.

So tonight I decided enough was enough. I needed cute sweaters. So I used my Nordstrom gift card (at Nordstrom Rack, of course) and ensured that I would no longer 1) wear my green jacket every day and 2) look like a homeless gardener at work.

squirrel pee and pumpkin seeds

Our neighborhood squirrels like our place. We used to hear them running around in our roof (which I actually miss a lot--they must have sealed up all the holes). Now they just hang out on our porch, and I think they are adorable. Christian thinks they are annoying--especially on warm days when he leaves the door open only to see a squirrel sitting in our entryway looking up at him. I told him he is NOT allowed to throw things at them and NOT allowed to buy a bb gun to shoot them. The only thing he's allowed to do snap a picture the next time one trespasses in our house. It has yet to happen.

Sometimes the squirrels dig up my plants. And they ate all of my tomatoes (all 6 of them--we had quite the crop this year). But hey, that's what they do. They are squirrels. Back in November, we got a big pumpkin from our CSA and put it on our patio table instead of eating it. After a month or so, we noticed a hole had been scraped into the side of it. Birds? Squirrels? Definitely squirrels. In fact, I came home the other day to discover two squirrels on our balcony. They had finally scraped enough pumpkin out of the way to get to the jackpot. Seeds. Glorious seeds.

When they saw me, one squirrel took off for the neighbor's balcony before I made it up the stairs, but the other squirrel found itself cornered. It climbed up our screen and held on for dear life while I slowly went in the front door.

Now let's move on to the streaks on our front window. We couldn't figure out where they came from. Neighbor kids shooting our window with water guns? Nope. Squirrel pee. I watched the squirrel pee on my window. Gross.

But watching it stick its head all the way into the pumpkin then jump onto my planter to eat the seed more than made up for the pee on the window. Besides, at least they are getting a nutritious meal on my balcony instead of digging through the trash in the park, right?

naked trees

I love green. Green plants, green hills, and especially new green growth on deciduous trees. Which means I'm not usually a huge fan of brown, dead winter. But this winter was a different story. I can't get enough of all the naked trees around. (I'm sure there's a better term for this. Dormant?) I'm slightly obsessed. In fact, there are these trees with great tiny cups (no idea what to call them) on their naked branches and I'm dying to get a picture of them. Problem is the trees are lining the left-hand turn lane on my way to work. And without fail, either the light is green or I've forgotten my camera at home. Maybe it's not meant to be.

So I've been snapping photos of my favorite naked trees. Snapping=completely unprofessional. But I thought I'd share my latest love with you:

Friday, February 6, 2009

friday friday friday

1. Haven't been so great at blogging. Sorry. But I have a great post coming about our neighborhood squirrels, you know, since you're dying to hear all about them. But just as a teaser, it has to do with pumpkin and pee on a window. I know. I have you on the edge of your seat.

2. Yesterday Christian bought me my very own bag of crunchy Cheetos. What a sweetie. Not that I eat Cheetos much, but I certainly prefer crunchy to puffed. I mean, who wants to eat styrofoam? So he got me my own bag of crunchy. He's a keeper.

3. Then this morning my hair wasn't cooperating, and Christian suggested I hold back this certain piece of hair with a bobby pin. Voila. Suddenly my hair looked just fine. Did I mention he's a keeper?

4. As if granting me with Cheetos and a good hair day wasn't enough, he made me lunch this morning, too! He says it's because he's tired of me leaving the house so late every morning. I told him I didn't believe it and that it was just because he loves me so much. Although he did send me with an entire bag of croutons. I was pretty confused about what to do with an entire bag of croutons, but I asked him when I got home and he said they were just to keep at my desk for my salads. I was pretty relieved, because I really thought he expected me to just eat a whole bag of croutons in one sitting. Definitely still a keeper.

5. Richard got 103/100 on his Geometry test!!! Richard--You are awesome. And I could say whatever I wanted on here (like that we would give him $100 just for getting an A+ on a test--ok, we would never actually do that), but we know that he isn't a blog reader. So he'll never see this. But the rest of blogland can be excited for him!

6. Going out to dinner at Chevy's tonight. Just so Christian can use his coupon. I mean, who wouldn't want an entree for $3.99? Honestly, I just want a big fat dessert. Mmmmmm. Big fat dessert.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

inspired by maren

So I've seen these silly celebrity look-alikes before. Never had the desire to do them. Until Maren. Oh, my dear Maren. Turns out she looks like Oprah, Bow-Wow, Santana, and Joan Collins all meshed into one.

If it makes you feel any better, Maren, turns out I look like an old Estee Lauder. Sexy.