Jan 31, 2014 | Friends & Fun, Uncategorized |
Elizabeth is visiting for a few days.
As you might expect, we’ve done only the most exciting of activities while she’s been here.
A four hour allergy appointment! A trip to Walgreens! Exchanging picture frames at the Hob Lob! Preparing to take down our Christmas trees!
Don’t let her face deceive you. This is the most fun she’s had all year.
Jul 25, 2013 | Friends & Fun, Uncategorized |
My friend Kim’s fancy Utah wedding happened last week and it was so busy, Busy, BUSY that I’ve only just started to recover.
I spent the first three nights at Kim’s parents house. Their house was so big that I got lost my first afternoon there. I know I have a history of getting lost easily, but getting lost in someones home takes it to a whole new level of patheticness.
It really is a shame their view from porch wasn’t any better.
The day of the wedding we were told the hair and makeup ladies would be working with us from 8:00-11:45 because it would “take hours to make you all look really beautiful”. We tried to ignore the feeling that that statement made it sound like we were all very ugly. We were finished by 10 o’clock which really boosted our self-esteem and solidified our belief that we could have slept for another two hours.
We left the house almost an hour late and were having a fun time time in the limousine when we realized it was getting very warm. The driver told us the air conditioning was up as high as it could go and no less than two minutes later he pulled to the side of the road, popped the hood, and frantically poured bottles of water into the smoking engine. Ashley, the maid of honor, got out to investigate the situation and learned that “the limo isn’t very good on hills”. You’d think the driver would have thought of before agreeing to drive up a mountain. He said he could call a backup limo, but Kim’s mom absolutely refused to wait and began calling someone to pick us up. I thought the whole thing was HYSTERICAL but couldn’t laugh out loud because the mother of the bride was very upset and I didn’t want to be banned from the wedding. Low and behold, a man in minivan pulled up to us and said he had six seats if we needed a ride. Obviously we did, so we climbed into the random man’s van and hoped he wasn’t a mass-kidnapper. God bless Ralph for rescuing us.
We made it to the ski lodge in plenty of time to catch a gondola to the top of the mountain. Thankfully we didn’t get stuck halfway up.
Being in a wedding makes it difficult to take pictures, but I was able to get a few on my phone. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the officiant who also doubles as the town mayor.
The day after the wedding Ashley, Daniel (a friend of the groom) and I went out for a day trip. We borrowed a car and I was the driver since neither of the other two knew how to drive a standard. I had trouble getting the car up the hills and couldn’t figure out the problem until Ashley pinpointed the issue.
We crossed our fingers and toes and rolled into the gas station in the nick of time. We couldn’t expect Ralph to rescue us for the second time in 24 hours!
Jul 17, 2013 | Army life, Friends & Fun |
One of the only times I’ve been excited to move since we got married was when we moved from Fort Lee to Fort Campbell. I wasn’t attached to anyone at Fort Lee and I had a “friend” at Campbell. It was a very loose friendship because after all, she was off the internet and you never can tell about those internet people. (Said the girl who met her husband online.) I was slightly hesitant about giving her my phone number but decided that if she was a mass murderer out to get us, I could always switch phones, change my identity, and join the Witness Protection Program.
We met in person on May 25th, 2012 and much to my joy and relief, she wasn’t a mass murderer. Fifteen months, countless visits, and more than 5,000 texts later, she’s my very best friend in Kentucky/Tennessee/southern part of the country.
I think we all know by now I’m talking about
Jenn.
Here we are the day we met:
And here we are reenacting the photo a year later. I have more chins, Jenn is looking all fit and trim (she’s basically a super-marathoner) and Molly still refuses to look at the camera and acknowledge she’s associated with us.
Everyone needs a Jenn. She introduced me to Chick Fil A, took me to the pumpkin patch and Christmas parade, introduced me to
Aggie the Awesome and her munchkins (my other best friends here), convinced me to get on instagram and told me about new blogs. For weeks I would go over to visit every Friday afternoon to gossip. We gossip on other days too, Friday was just our big day. We’ve even kept lists of what to discuss. She asked me to watch her kids while she sent Steve off to Afghanistan and had me over for supper the night he came home. Because of her I can spell
lieutenant properly. She let me come to her house at midnight when there was shooting at our apartment and Christopher wasn’t home. She wanted me to pick her up from the airport even though we almost died on the drive there the day I dropped her off. We went wogging (walking/jogging) together. She discussed in detail the pros and cons (mostly pros) of working on a Josh Turner tour. She let me eat all manor of gluten free foods from her pantry and told me about the best gf chocolate chip cookies at the commissary. We had a movie night which turned into recording ourselves attempting to plank. That’s when I learned this:
As if all that didn’t accurately convey our friendship, here’s a short list of reasons why we’re perfect for each other:
* we both married transportation officers
* we both have curly hair
* we both have a father who owns a business
* we both have three brothers and one sister
* we both have a sister named Elizabeth
* we both have siblings who are twins
We’re pretty much the same person.
Steve and Christopher were basically forced to become friends. (Don’t all grown men love when their wives set them up on play dates?) During our first visit, Jenn and I “toured the upstairs” which meant we stood in the hallway to discussed relatives and placentas and our mutual love for subpar blogs while the men talked downstairs. Talked is a very generous way of putting it. They occasionally let out a few words with VERY LONG gaps of complete silence in between. When we went over for supper a few weeks ago, the men stood out by the grill talking for hours while we ladies stayed indoors. They’ve come so far.
Sammy screamed bloody murder the first time we met. By the third time he saw me, he marched into my house like he owned the place and spent some quality time sniffing all my seasonings. He’s gotten so accustomed to having me around that I’ve even been mentioned in his bedtime prayers. He probably mostly likes me because when I’m around he gets to play in the CFA play area, but I like to think he enjoys my natural charm and the knowledge that he’s among my favorite little boyfriends.
Molly was just a ball of chub and red hair when we met, and not too much has changed except somehow she’s become an even cuter ball of chub and red hair. I love her so much. Jenn said I could keep her when they move to Korea, but she went ahead and got Molly a passport so I guess that means she’s going.
Monday we met at CFA for supper. It was the saddest visit ever because I had to tell them goodbye before they move 62 million miles away to Korea. I told myself not to cry right there in the middle of the parking lot but of course I did. I also told myself that this is EXACTLY WHY I should never love people so much and from now on I will live in a cave like a hermit.
Thanks for being my friend, Jenn. Don’t let the Asian ladies take my spot. You know it’s impossible that they have the same blog lists we do! Just as soon as we get the Army to finalize the paperwork we’ll be over. In the meantime, keep my guest bed open. I love you more than chocolate!
Jul 13, 2013 | Friends & Fun, Uncategorized |
Last night we continued our traditional of attending a summer baseball game.
The tradition was only started last year so we’re currently batting 100 with Summer Tradition Success.
Our friends Daniel and Scherrie came with us and we were all having so much fun eating nachos with fake cheese and not paying attention to our surroundings that we didn’t realize we were sitting in the wrong seats. In the completely wrong section. So we picked up our various belongs (which means I had four things to pick up and Christopher had zero. Why do men always pack so light?) and made the walk of shame out of our row.
Our move was actually a good thing because it provided a better vantage point for Picture VIII of my Dugout Series. Every single time I’ve been to a baseball I take a dugout picture. It’s a tradition I cannot explain.
The game went into extra innings and was topped off with fireworks at the end. Judging from the fact that I included my knee in the picture, I probably won’t be starting a Fireworks After the Game series.
We didn’t have time to eat supper before the game and the fake nachos didn’t cut it, so we went out to eat after the fireworks. Christopher and I like to think we’re as exciting as the next couple, but we aren’t usually out on the town eating supper at 12:45 in the AM. Double dates make you go wild.
A song came on the radio while we were eating that launched Christopher, Scherrie, and Daniel into a discussion of songs they listened to in the 80’s. I couldn’t contribute much to the conversation due to being born 6 months before the 1980’s ended. If I had to guess, I’d say my favorite song from the 80’s was a toss-up between Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and Jesus Loves Me. Even as an infant I had sophisticated taste in music.
Jul 4, 2013 | Friends & Fun, Uncategorized |
Jul 2, 2013 | Friends & Fun, Uncategorized, What's going on |
We recently installed a revolving door in our apartment because Hotel de Awesome has had a steady stream of guest for the last month. This past weekend we had seven people which lead to all sorts of cozy and crowded moments.
Three founding members of my fan club and their father/husband (I have not confirmed that he is indeed a member of my fan club but HOW COULD HE NOT BE?) drove all the way from Rhode Island to visit me. I felt so honored. They posed for the paparazzi during our day trip to a cave. Naturally they’re all looking stellar and doing an excellent job representing the Red Sox.
We spent approximately 78,952 hours in the pool over three days. Jillian and I spent some quality time with Mr. Happy who was making his annual summer appearance.
We gave them to Nashville on Friday. People who get lost in the town they spent the first 21 years of their life in are qualified to give tours in a town they’ve visited exactly 5 times. Of course I’m talking about Christopher here.
We saw this loony person in Centennial Park. I have no idea who she is, where she’s from, or who she’s related to.
I told Anna to look cute for a picture and this is what she did. It’s a pity the cuteness isn’t shining any more brightly.
Ever since we moved here I’ve been hearing about how great the aquarium in Nashville is. I thought it would be a perfect place to take our visitors and I talked about for days. I love a good aquarium and the more beluga whales and penguins the better. Turns out there isn’t a real aquarium in Nashville. There is a fish themed restaurant called (any guesses?) The Aquarium with a huge fish tank in the center of the dining area. It was a fascinating. Much better than the fish I sometimes visit in the tiny pet section of Walmart.
There were no penguins in sight, but we did see a scuba diver cleaning the coral while we ate.
Come back anytime, fan club. Our revolving door will always go around for you.
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