This weekend was absolutely fabulous.  I don’t usually use the word fabulous, but it seems to fit.  We were seriously productive but we had some fun too.  That always helps.

Friday:

• Went to tae kwon do and sparred.  Resulting in a huge bruise on my knee when it crashed into someone else’s.  Also picked up another couple of bruises.
• Dropped C’s Nissan Xterra off at the car place for it to get lifted.  I’m actually a little excited about this.  And no, it’s not going to be a monster truck by any means.  Like you even thought that
• Cleaned the house a bit
• Finally got around to going through more stuff that got ruined in our basement flood in…um, April.  Yeah we procrastinate on things we don’t want to do…  I had to throw out some old mementos.  I was sad but you know what got to move forward, nothing else I can do about it now.  Still sucked.
• C left for hockey and I primed the back bedroom.  Yeah priming in humid weather…not the brightest idea I’ve ever had but it really needed to be done.  Took me over 3 hours.  Ugh.  Now I just have to figure out the color I’m going to paint it.  Hey have I mentioned how much I HATE painting?
• I thought Liko was going to have a heart attack because the thunder was so loud!

Saturday:

• Went to home depot to pick up a gift card for my dad.
• Worked out in the yard, shoveling sand into the shed so we can get the cement guy to come out.  Did you know wet sand is hella heavy?  We are still not done.   Boo.  I didn’t sign up for this manual labor when C told me we were getting this thing built.
• I helped C with the boat to get it ready to put in the water.
• We ordered pizza from this store that also will deliver beer with the pizza.  FTW!!
• I went grocery shopping at 8pm to get it out of the way.
• Cleaned out my closets and put clothes away.  So I think I mentioned I’ve lost some weight in the past couple of years.  Yeah I hardly any summer clothes that fit properly.  It kinda sucks

Sunday:

• Cleaned some more.
• Put the nasty couches from the basement into the van. Dropped the boat off for maintenance. Dropped couches off at Salvation Army.
• Went and saw my dad and picked up the bikes.
• Went for a 2 hour bike ride around the city.
• Grilled.
• Shoveled more sand.
• Drank beer

How was your weekend?

*Thank you blog for posting yesterday.  I made sure to post today so you wouldn’t throw a tantrum.  I wouldn’t want you to embarrass me like that*

Hello.  This is Ria’s blog.  She’s been ignoring me and it’s starting to hurt my feelings.  She thinks just because the weekend was beautiful and she did manual labor outside she can just push me aside.

Psshhhhh, I don’t care if she’s dead tired from priming the back bedroom, pulling weeds, working on the boat and shoveling sand on top of weekend errands.

I JUST DON’T CARE, I WANT HER TO BLOG.

She told me that I’m prone to hissy fits, can you believe that?  She did pat my head and tell me she’d be back tomorrow.   She better, or I’m really going to throw a tantrum.  Humph.

I’m guest posting over at Reinventing Amy.

Go check it out and share your unclassy drunk moment

Please?

xoxo

This post has been in my drafts for me to finish, I think it’s fun so here we go.  For fun and liability we are going to go with before C

I read this post at you’re flawed if you’re not free and it got me thinking but I didn’t think enough about it to write anything until I was talking about past relationships with IC.  I also am having a hard time with the Bad and Worst, so I’m taking liberties and changing it to Best, Good & Decent.  Kind of like 1st, 2nd, 3rd.

I had my first kiss when I was 14 (late right?). It was disgustingly wet and sloberry. I shutter thinking about it. I must have liked something about it though because I became a kissing whore. I was an awful tease, always running my mouth but never following through. I had a long list of boys names that I’d kissed and it was color coded, gold being Excellent. (haha) I slowed down when I got to college and ceased making notes in my little notebook.

Maybe I’m just nostalgic about the past, but I’m pretty sure the best kissers on my list were boys I truly liked and of course the ones that just had talent…aka players

Let’s start with Best:

Hands down my favorite person to kiss was TCE.  HANDS. DOWN.  It doesn’t help that I was probably high half the time we were together.  He symbolized freedom and fun.  Not to mention we had wild intensity together.  We were both passionate people.  I guess it made it even more exciting because the boy would not sleep with me.  Granted we were always with other people, though we did find time away to make out but it was usually in some trees.   As mentioned above I was a HUGE tease.  Huge.  I was always talking about sex and making little inuendos but it scared the crap out of me if you got me alone.  With TCE it was different.   I am not an aggressive person.  But there were times I just wanted to grab his hand and kidnap him and do him, anywhere.  ANYWHERE.  Anyhow, this is about kissing.  His mouth fit mine.  He never slobbered on me and always made me feel special.   He knew where to put his hands and always left me wanting more of him.  I guess I was a victim of my own kind.  (In case you are wondering, yes he eventually gave in lol)

Good:

RD.  Huge Player.  Lots of talent.  But you know what he ruined it all.  Stopped talking to me after I wouldn’t sleep with him.  Psssshhhhhhhhhhh.

Gumby was another good one.  (If IC is reading this she just threw up in her mouth a little.  I’m sorry, but it’s true)  He was another player.  He dated 2 of my friends.  We were just Friends with Bennies.  You know.  He was fun.  Sure I had moments where I wanted to date him but I was also perfectly fine being his permenant second girlfriend.  Mostly because his primary girlfriends didn’t last long.  Also, he called me one day when I got in a fight with my boyfriend and I had been crying.  He asked me if I wanted him to come over.  I told him no.  He insisted and he took me to the mall so he could show me his new car and hold my hand.

Landon.  Rest in peace.  He was always the boy I wish I dated.  Damn.  He had skills.  We always kind of tiptoed around it because his best friend liked me some of the time.  I don’t know that’s a weird situation.  He was so much fun and I still miss him.

Decent aka worth mentioning:

JS, my teddy bear, we were friends for so long before we even kissed that it was just really sweet.  He was just sweet.  We tried dating but we both got annoyed with each other and just stopped talking for a couple weeks.  Then we picked up where we left off before we decided to “date”.  We still joke that we are still together since no one actually broke up with the other person.

There you have it.  So what about you?  Any kisses you want to talk about?  If you decide to do a post on it let me know, I’d love to read!

*Sidenote: Is it bad none of my boyfriends are on this list? It’s just random guys I dated?  I wonder what that says about me…

First thank you all for the birthday wishes and for making me feel more comfortable with my new hair color.  I feel like I made a good choice

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If you’ve been reading my blog for the last year or so you know that last June I was a bit of an emotional mess.  I had a lot going on.  So tell me, is it possible that a year later when I’m more stable, I can conjure up the same anxiety I had back then?  Does that even make sense?

It started yesterday after forgetting to set my alarm.  I had to literally jump out of bed.  I felt like I never got a chance to wake up and went through the day in a haze.  It was a deja vu feeling of last year and it left me unsettled.   I’m still suffering a little from the after effects but they are just lingering.  Though I have lost my appetite again.  Boo!

I don’t ever want to be in that place again.

In other news:

• My eyes have been itching like crazy.  My poor left eye hurts from me rubbing it so much.  Anyone have any ideas about how to make this stop?  I’ve taken some claritin but it doesn’t help much.
• My best friend is moving back to Michigan at the end of July.  I’m super excited but she’s going to be 5 hours away from me   I guess it will give me a place to visit.  Positive thoughts, right?
• I have a work project that is intimidating the shit of out of me.  I need to just start it already.

And how has your week been going?

PS Taylor Swift is kind of adorable.  This is from last night’s CMT awards.  I found it on rollingstone.com

I don’t know where to start!  This weekend was seriously loads of fun!  Probably one of my best birthdays.

Let’s start with my vanity.  I got my hair colored on Saturday.

It’s the first time I’ve had real color put in.  She had to lighten it and then put the dye in.  What a long process! LOL but it was fun because my colorist is really cool.  C came with me too.

Friday:

After work a group of us went downtown to a bar to watch the Red Wings in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.  This was our face after the game.

In all honesty, I didn’t watch much of the game, we were too busy doing this…

And by the time I realized just how bad it was, well, I didn’t care so much.  We finished off the night by going back to our house and playing ping pong.

Saturday:

I got my hair did and then rushed back home to put on my new shirt to go out to dinner.  I don’t usually spend $38 on a shirt but I loved it and rocked it.  Thank you Victoria’s Secret.

We had drinks at the bar with some awesome friends!

Sunday:

Was like any other Sunday.  I ran errands and tried to enjoy the sunshine when the clouds didn’t cover it up.  My dad also made me pancit and brought it over.  Yum!

Realization: The older I get, the less I give a Fuck what anyone else thinks.  It’s very liberating and a bit scary cuz really,  I just don’t care.

I, of course, have lots of pictures from this weekend!  It was as fantastic as I was hoping it would be.   But the post tonight is to hang my head and say, “Congrats Pens fans”.

It hurts to say that but I’m not a poor sport.  They definitely outplayed us in game 7.  They were hungrier for the cup than my beloved Wings.

Maybe we’ll see you guys again next year in the finals.

Can you imagine?

Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

xoxo

It’s Friday Bitches!

This week couldn’t have felt longer. Mostly because of all the awesomeness planned for this weekend. Seriously. I don’t usually have lots of plans and when I do I most certainly am not excited for weekends packed with events but I think I’ll make an exception for this weekend. Three reasons:

Red Wings Game 7
Pretty new hair
Birthday Celebrations

We are going to Andrew’s on the Corner to watch the game tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine how cool it will be down there if the Wings win the Stanley Cup. Alternately, I can’t don’t want to imagine what it will be like if they don’t.

Tomorrow I’m getting my hair did. Something bold and new. So totally not me but I’m hopefully going to rock it.

And then we are going out for dinner and drinks to celebrate another great year. I’m going to be 27. It’s crazy it feels like I was just 23!

Sunday I’m not sure about. I’d like to do something since it’s my actual birthday. I think it will be nice to do something low key with C and the dogs. Maybe a little BBQ. Last year C took me horseback riding, maybe we can do that.

And Monday…well we’ll see.

How can the weekend not be great when it starts off with this?

Birthday cupcake from my co-workers

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

Summer where are you?! I miss you. Usually you are here by now but the last couple years you have been slacking. I remember at the end of June last year I was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt. This is unacceptable!

I know you are right around the corner because I have gotten bit by the “I NEED TO GO UP NORTH NOW” bug. I’m seriously about to get in my car and just head out. I thought about it one night while I was on the freeway. I could have just stayed to the left and I would have been on my way. But as I fantasized about it a bird committed suicide by flying into the hood of my car. If my stomach wouldn’t have clenched I might have been able to continue the day dream but I felt sick that the bird had just died because it flew into my car. Poor birdie.

I tried setting up a weekend with my girlfriends for a weekend up on the shores of Lake Huron but that fell through. I’m so disappointed. We are trying to set up a weekend in August now. AUGUST. WTF? This is what summer is like. The weekends are jam packed and before you know it it’s September!

I asked C if he would go if I could find a place that would take the dogs and rent for the weekend. I found one but he’s on the fence. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people. Am I going to have to go up by myself again?! Boo!

I have a pretty long commute which leads my mind to wander.  Sometimes I make up stories and conversations in my head (this is normal right? right!) and others I ponder life questions.

Yesterday I got to thinking about children, which isn’t surprising since I’m at the age where some of my friends are starting families.  I was never the little girl dreaming about my wedding dress, actually my friends (you know who you are!) and I were the ones making our Barbies have sex, not get married.  Sure I played house but honestly how realistic is that?  Maybe I just don’t have that nurturing gene.

Is that something that you always have or is it something you acquire as you get older, like wisdom?

It’s weird right now, there is a huge gap between the friends that have families and the ones still trying to find their way.  Like always, I feel like I’m in the middle.  Yes I’m married and have a house but there are no plans for the pitter patter of feet now or maybe ever.

I came to the conclusion in my car that I am just beginning to find myself, to feel comfortable in my own skin.  I have no inkling to want to change that.  For the first time in my life I feel that I am where I need to be.  I fell into a job that I actually enjoy (really I fell into it and I always thought people were full of shit when they said that) and I feel like I’m almost to the point of being able to express myself without a second thought of what anyone else thinks (for better or for worse).

Why would I want to change that?  And if I’m not fully comfortable with myself, how would I ever care for a child?  Not to mention I like being able to do things on my time.  Shooooooooooooooot, I get crabby sometimes having to figure out my schedule according to C’s, cuz you know we do have 3 dogs that need caring for.

I also want to be able to spend money (somewhat) frivolously on dying my hair, clothes, patio sets and travel instead of formula and diapers.

When people say that they are ready to start a family I feel odd.  Am I missing something?  Obviously I have different priorities and there is no right or wrong answer.  I’d like to wear a sign that says ‘please don’t ask me when I’m having kids’, we are sick of being badgered.   It’s like we’ve been married for 2 years so the next thing is a family.   Please.  There is so much out there to discover.  It may be rude, but kids right now would just hold us back.

If we decide to have kids that is way down the road.  I’m sure I’ll be at least 35, which is crazy because that means that my best friend’s kid will be 8 and A’s kids will be 11 and 8.  So crazy.

Here’s to making your own choices, finding your own way and making mistakes to learn from along the way.