Hello Again.

I figured the best way to get back into this is to just start. So I am overcoming that hurdle with this incredibly lame ass post. I even got a smarter phone so I can post more. I hope.

I will try my best call catch you up on what I've been up to in my absence, but I can assure its pretty much uneventful. I hope I still have a follower or two, and I promise to up my game (big time) from here on out.

So here's to getting over the hurdle of starting again. I know you're all thrilled to hear the incredibly riveting stories I have to tell :)

Turning Over a New Leaf

Soooo, I just put on my workout clothes. My sports bra literally had dust on it. It's time to go to the gym.

Things My Husband Says

While trying to put our one Tacky Christmas Lighted Item on the roof:

Me: But I don't want to climb on the roof. Besides, one of us has to stay alive!

Him: Sometimes for a Christmas Miracle, you have to make sacrifices.

Sad Trombone

I think my next door neighbors are getting divorced. Actually, I am fairly positive they are getting divorced. She no longer wears a wedding ring, and she has purchased a new, separate house on her own, without him. They have three little children together, who are mostly well adjusted and lively kids. They seem to be doing okay financially, and only recently, have the Hubs and I noticed some random shouting and comments from each party, perhaps in the street, and a moving van in the drive way.

 

Is it just me? Or does news like this seriously make you depressed?

 

I mean, we never had any reason to think that they were less than happy, and all outward appearances would indicate that was so. We are neighborly, but not that close to this couple.  Part of me is DYING to ask what happened. Not because I am trying to be nosy or a gossip or anything like that. But because I want to know if it was something unforgivable, another man, another woman, some other kind of horrible tragedy that would rip this family apart. At the same time, I also don't want to know. I don't know if I can bear hearing that two people fell so out of love that it just wasn't working anymore. That breaks my heart, and makes me a little afraid. I can't imagine something like that ever happening to my own marriage, but the fact alone that it happens scares me.

 

Obviously it happens more than I am personally aware of, I mean, the divorce rate in this country is somewhere around ridiculous. But I guess I am just a little bit in shock that two people that appear to be so close and together, and especially with little kids (even though I know that staying together for the kids is a whole separate trip to the therapists office) are really not that close and together, and can't stand to be with each other anymore.

 

It makes me think, and makes me thankful that I don't have that problem. That WE don't have that problem. Or problems, whatever the case may be. I know everyone is entitled to be happy, and I really hope that this move makes each of them happy in their own right. And we have no idea what is going on and has happened behind the scenes. I am so grateful to have a husband who I am so in tune with, who is so in tune with me, and neither of us would ever want this for our future.

 

Ok, now you can go throw up. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

I was going to talk about Thanksgiving

I was going to report in on another wonderful weekend, but I just recieved the two following emails from my sister-in-law concerning things (used toys) they gifted us last night as we were leaving. Just another reason not to drink and give shit away:

 

Dear KP,
   I wasn't supposed to give you that Sanrio bag last night. Mom got upset with me. She was saving them for the next grandchildren since N is too old for them. Sorry to get to get mixed up. I think most of them were rattles (but not the flower rattle - she liked that one) Please hold on to them for when we go see you this Christmas. Thanks a lot. :}    ~SIL    P.S.: Will THe Hubs make another of those N calenders? I loved mine from last year. I put it on my door. I hope he does. We all enjoyed it! :}

 

(FYI, I made those calendars. I want to tell her that, but I don't want to write back)

 

 Hey again. Mom seems especially attached to the wooden rattle. May have been in the family for several generations. If you could just make sure it stays safe somewhere that would be very appreciated. Thanks again!  ~SIL           

 

 (FYI, I doubt the rattle is that old, it probably has gone to shit like everything else in their house)

 

SOOOOOOO, I guess the question now...(1) do I write back? (2) do I tell her to shut her face and it was a gift and I am not returning shit? (3) Do i ignore her emails and pretend to not know anything about them?  I am sure MIL has already called The Hubs and complained about all this already.

What Happens in Minnesota...

...gets posted on the internet.

I am motivated to NOT be the last of the four original Glitterati to post about my weekend away. But, I am. (Shocking). Deal with it.

This past weekend, I headed to Minneapolis, Minnesota, to surprise a very special lady with a totally classy bachelorette party.

(oh, Shan, BTdubs, I stole your pics. Thanks.)

That is Bethany. And she is wearing a super bronzy-gold glitter dress we forced her to purchase after we surprised her at the Radisson Plaza in Minneapolis and started drinking. Nellie, Shannon and I all pulled together to plan a super secret surprise event in under a week, and we actually pulled it off:

I cannot emphasize what a great time we had, and how wonderful it was to surprise B, who deserved the most special (and random) bachelorette party! Of course, if you read the other ladies accounts, you will get a much better account of the weekend than I can relay. The weekend was full of laughs, french fries, drinks, lies (only to keep the surprise and to ward off drunk suitors), perfect snowflakes (the only reason to return to Minneapolis), Target's flagship store (the only other reason to return), and celebrity look-a-likes (or, it could have been the drinks).

I know Bethany had a great time (she is a very expressive person, it was easy to tell), and I did too. It was so great to spend some time with these wonderful women, and even more amazing that we only met face-to-face a month ago. 

Thanks girls, for a great weekend. 

Just Another Friday Night

This is what I am watching (watch this, it will make you all warm and fuzzy):

This is what I am drinking (drink this, it will make you all warm and fuzzy):

THIS is what I am thinking (holy shit, you're gonna laugh your ass off):

Also, YOU'RE WELCOME.