1/28/12

0 B-O-R-I-N-G

Yep, that's what this blog has become as of late. Even my mom said so, and she's, well, my mom. So, to all 15 of my readers, I apologize for the boringness. And I apologize for making up words like boringness, but I think it's called for under the circumstances. You see, it seems that my hours (only 24 of them in a day, and let's face it, I need to devote at least a third of them to sleeping because I'm one of those people) have been filled with things like working, teaching, planning a wedding (84 days!), cleaning out my house, moving stuff around, working, teaching, planning a honeymoon, cleaning out my house, and moving stuff around. But I have lots of projects in the works, and I'm positively itching to overhaul this whole blog and give 'er a new look. I guess it's a good thing it's a leap year, because I'm thinking that I can totally use those extra hours. Bear with me, folks. There's lots of good stuff to come!  


Oh, and you know what's not boring? Not boring in the least? 


Wrangling four dogs into one picture.






Yes, we (and they) know they are not supposed to be on this bed. But they sort of insisted. Sorry about that.

1/19/12

0 I love brunch.

Have you seen the episode of How I Met Your Mother about the relationship between men and brunch? It's basically about how awkward it is for just two men to go to brunch together, and how it's more of a couples thing, or at least a girls-going-out-together-post-a-late-night thing. It's a good episode.


But anyway, I digress. The point of this post is that I love brunch. It's basically the perfect meal. (So many options!) In fact, I might even go so far as to say that brunch is my favorite meal. Most of the time, at least. 


You know what? Tod loves brunch, too. So I guess it's a good thing that he's part of a couple. 


But you know what's more? Tod loves to cook brunch. For me. And since I love to eat brunch, well, it just seems to work out perfectly. 


Like take last weekend for instance. We made tacos one night (with some delicious grass-fed beef from Earth Fare and some organic Garden of Eatin' blue corn shells), and we ended up with some leftover meat. When Tod let me sleep in a bit the next morning (I'd been up a couple times in the night with sweet Heidi, who was having some GI issues that required middle-of-the-night trips outside), I came downstairs to this.




Coffee, orange juice, a heaping serving of Carolina-milled white grits with cheese, eggs scrambled with the leftover taco meat and covered in salsa, black beans, sour cream, and freshly-sliced avocado. You better believe I ate nearly every morsel on that plate (and ended up very full as a result). But isn't that the beauty of brunch? The fact that you can just skip breakfast and move right to a large, late-morning meal that will keep you full until supper? It's just so darn efficient. And it's delicious! I mean, it almost makes me feel like I'm a morning person. Almost.


Like I said, I love brunch. Especially the part about having someone who's willing to cook it for me. 


Oh, the little things, they are so great.

1/18/12

2 Wedding Dress Blues

I love clothes. I love fabric. But this whole wedding dress thing? So not for me. 


And yes, I've basically planned an entire wedding without a clue about what I'll be wearing. That's normal, right? (Of course I know that's not normal, but for whatever reason, I just don't think the dress is that big of a deal.)


And you know what? I haven't even found wedding planning to be as stressful as everyone told me it would be. (Yay for keeping things small and simple!) 


But this whole wedding dress thing? Well, it might just do me in. (And now I remember exactly why I simply wore my sister's debutante dress--entirely unaltered--without even trying on another dress.)






For example, here's my favorite conversation from my first trip to a bridal salon, which occurred this evening:


Clerk: So, when is your wedding?


Me: April 21.


Clerk: Awesome! We have plenty of time. April 21, 2013, right?


Me: Um, no, April 21, 2012, actually.


Clerk: Oh, umm, (cough), well, alright, let's see what we can do with that.






Oh wait. Here's another good one. I spoke with a J.Crew employee today to ask some questions about some of their gowns:


Me: Hi, can you please tell which of your gowns tend to run the longest? I'm a very tall bride.


Clerk: Oh, all of our gowns are floor length.


Me: (Pause.) Umm, okay, but wouldn't "floor length" depend on how tall the person wearing the garment is?


Clerk: (Longer pause.) Huh, yeah, I guess you're right. Hang on, let me go look at some of the dresses.


Me: Sure, thanks. I was hoping you could give me some actual dimensions.


Clerk: (Returns after a minute or so.) I think most of the dresses fall something like 44 to 48 inches from the waist to the floor. Do you have any of the gowns in mind? 


Me: (Longest pause.) Umm, well, I was hoping you could tell me which ones run the longest? Or, if you don't have that information, then do you know whether any of the dresses have large hems that can be let out?


Clerk: Oh, our gowns don't have hems. It's a different fabric on the inside of the seam. But I'm thinking that the Sararose gown is running very long though. 


Me: (Giving up on this one.) Okay, thanks, I'll check that one out online.






Yep, it's official: the wedding industry is completely and totally nuts. (By the way, mom, is that debutante dress still packed away in storage somewhere? Because . . . I mean, if I keep having conversations like this, I might just take her for another spin.) 





1/5/12

1 True Confessions

True Confession #1: Zelda and I thoroughly enjoyed wearing matching pajamas on Christmas Eve. 




I definitely remember those matching, floral mother/daughter dresses that Laura Ashley sold in the 80's, but I never knew there existed such a thing as matching mother/dog flannel pajamas until my sister gave them to us for Christmas last year. Zelda has grown a little bit since last year so her pajama top looked more like a muscle shirt on her, but she was a very good sport and wore it the whole time we opened gifts. (My sister found the pajamas at The Company Store in case you're interested in purchasing some for the crazy dog-dressing people in your life, although I'm not sure if they're still available. I bet these things sell out quickly because I know I'm not the only crazy dog-dressing person out there.) 


True Confession #2: I will not be the only one wearing a wedding dress on my big day. That's right, Zelda's already got her white beaded gown (veil and satin leash included) all ready to go, thanks to an amazing Christmas gift from Tod's sister. (Again, who knew these things even existed? You gotta love the internet.) 


I wanted to take a picture of Zelda in her gorgeous dress to show you, but she's being a bit of a diva and is insisting on having a big reveal on the big day. (Plus, I'm afraid she'll start chewing on it the second the satin hits her fur, so I'm keeping it out of harm's way. She's very hard on clothes, as you can probably imagine.) 


I know, I know, I should probably be very alarmed that my dog has a wedding dress picked out while I still do not. What does that even say about me? I promise I'm not a total lunatic despite all appearances to the contrary.





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