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2011: The happy tears and the sad tears

Well 2011 was a pretty amazing year.  I survived wedding planning (whew!) and married my best friend, the love of my life, my person. 🙂 Then we went on an amazing trip to Hawaii and started the next chapter of our lives as husband and wife!

Our wedding day was absolutely perfect.  For anyone who attended, you know the ceremony was a little less than uneventful (I may have had to ask for a chair and then drink a soda mid-ceremony to prevent myself from passing out, oops!), but that just made it that much more memorable and special – and totally me.  Our reception was exactly what I wanted, just a big fun party – the photo booth was awesomeee!  Don’t get me wrong, there were things that went wrong along the way, but none of them mattered.  I just had such an amazing time and was SO happy to marry M. that the whole day was perfect to me. 🙂 And our honeymoon was SO wonderful, too – our trip had everything we wanted, romance, excitement, togetherness, adventure, amazing food, gorgeous views, relaxation – it was just wonderful. 🙂

Unfortunately, once we got home from our honeymoon, reality kicked in quickly, and M. and I dealt with one of the most difficult things we’ve ever gone through together.

We’d noticed earlier in the summer that Rotor, our two-year old orange tabby (aka our first son), didn’t seem as playful and active as usual and it seemed as though he was losing some weight.  So when we got home from our honeymoon, we took Rotor to the vet, and after multiple doctors and tests, were informed we only had a few months left with him.  It was devastating.  Here was this awesome little guy, who played fetch and did tricks, he cuddled with us every night, and was waiting at the door for us every day that we came home, he was a part of our family – he was awesome – and we were told we had 1-3 months left with him.  After getting over the initial shock of the news, we were blessed to get another two and a half months with our “Little Lion Man” (a nickname we had affectionately given him).  He fought as long and as hard as he could, but when it was time, it was just time.  It was one of the hardest decisions we’ve ever had to make, but I know we made the right one.  I know it may seem silly to anyone who has never had a pet, but I still miss him like crazy even a month later; he was a member of our family.  But I just think of Rotor up there in heaven now, fat and happy, and I know he’ll be in our hearts and our memories for years and years to come.  And even though our kids won’t get to meet Rotor, we’ll be sure to tell them stories about our awesome cat who opened doors and played fetch and always made us smile. 🙂


Lost in the In Between

M. and I have been married for three months now and lately, I find myself feeling a little lost.  I don’t feel lost in my relationship, I actually feel like M. and I have never been better.  We’re communicating great and really listening and trying to support one another the best way we can.  Where I’m feeling lost is more in my social life.  It’s like I’m in this weird place in between the Moms and the Single Ladies.

We definitely want to have kids, and who knows when we might be lucky enough to have that happen, but right now, we don’t have kids, so I can’t relate to those women.  But I’m married and not interested in staying out until 2am; I’m not interested in frequenting a loud crowded bar to shout across the table at my friends; I don’t get crushes; I don’t date.  It’s weird.

I’m not trying to throw judgment out into the air at either of these wonderful types of women.  If anything, I’m a little jealous of both of them.  I do want to be a mother and I want to create life and know there’s a little person in this world that relies on me in a way no one else ever has.  And part of me is sad that I’ll never be a single lady out in the dating world ever again.  I’ll never get that tingle about a first kiss ever again.

The grass is always greener, though, so I know in reality I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be in my own life, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t hard to find where the “now” me fits in.  I often feel left out of the Mom events, and don’t necessarily want to participate in the Single Lady events.  So where do I go?  I don’t really know, but I guess figuring that out is all part of growing up and evolving and just living life…

Twilight Kayak Tour down the Potomac River

Happy Birthday, America!

Last week one of my friends sent me a link to this blog to show me the awesome 4th of July cake and I was quickly inspired to bake my own birthday cake for America!

Fortunately for me, M. helped me create this beauty, because I definitely don’t think I could’ve handled the cutting and carving on my own.  And it only took us one extra box of cake mix, due to a tiny error, lol.  We also decided to mix up the recipe with strawberry cake for the red stripes, which turned out deeeelicious.  All in all, I’d say our cake was a great success.  So happy birthday, America, I hope it was a great one!

Scaredy Cat

The other day I got home from work and to my surprise there was no one there to greet me!  Usually before I even get to our apartment I can hear a little kitty voice calling to me and the minute I unlock the door there’s an adorable little pink nose squishing it’s way through.  And once I pick up said kitty, it’s aaaall purrs.

It’s easily one of the best parts about Rotor and makes me smile no matter what kind of mood I am in after my day at work.  Natty is usually somewhere not very far behind, just a little quieter and a little less abrasive with her excitement to have me home.

Last week, however, I walked down the hall and heard nothing.  I unlocked the door, walked in, set down my purse, and there was nothing.  Now every now and then Rotor will be SO passed out on the bed, he won’t hear me coming home, but that’s usually on days when I come home at a weird time that he’s not expecting.  But this day everything was on schedule, so I was surprised to not only not be greeted at the door, but to not find Rotor or Natty on the bed.  Or on the couch.  Or in the kitchen.  Or in the bathroom.  For those of you who have not seen our condo, that list pretty much covers all possible locations for the kitties.

At this point I started calling out and making the usual little kitty noises to get their attention.  After about a minute of this, Natty finally popped her head out from under the bed, and quickly came over to me and started rubbing all over me.  She seemed fine, but there was still no Rotor.  I got down and started looking under the bed (there’s a LOT of stuff down there, so it’s no easy feat to find a kitty amongst the boxes).  Lo and behold, there was Rotor, shakin’ in his boots.  When he saw it was me, he attempted to come out from under the bed for about 30 seconds (visibly shaking the whole time), before retreating back to his hiding place.

At this point it hit me – our building was scheduled to be powerwashed that day.

I can only imagine the thunderous roar of the powerwash that echoed through our apartment the entire day, not to mention, I’m sure there were strange men climbing up and down our balcony all day long to get to the balconies below us to powerwash them.

To say Rotor was scared was an understatement.  It took HOURS for him to finally come out from under the bed, and even at that point he was still shaken and VERY cautious of walking by the sliding glass door (where the strange men no doubtedly traveled up and down all day).  I felt so bad for the poor little guy because he clearly just didn’t understand why his usually peaceful home had been invaded with loud noises that day.

Fortunately, after a night curled up between M. and me, Rotor was back to his normal self the next day, and in his normal spot, there to greet me at the door when I got home from work. 🙂

Fancy Nails Follow-up

Just wanted to do a quick follow-up to my previous post about having my nails done for a few of you ladies who were interested.  It’s been two weeks now since I’ve gotten them done and from a distance, I’d say they still look fine (see picture below), but if you look up close they’re starting to look… aged?  Lol, not sure if that’s the word, but I’ll explain.

So nothing has chipped, but a few of them have started to look like they could be peeled off, if I put the effort into doing so.  I think a big part of having these nails is about just not destroying them yourself (we are all guilty of the boredom which results in completely chipping/scratching/peeling whatever paint is left on our nails).  Then the white tips have started to show wear and tear and you can even see my natural nail under a few of them as they start to grow out.  And speaking of growing out, that is the one main visual issue, my nails are growing and you can very obviously see the space between my cuticle and the gel put on top of my nail.  I guess that’s why I’ve heard of people getting their nails “filled” as an upkeep sort of thing, but personally I’ll probably just see what happens and eventually peel the gels off myself, as opposed to spending more money.

Ahh yes, money.  These little babies were expensive!  I had thought about getting them done for the bridal shower and then paying to have them done a few times this summer through until the wedding, ha, yeah right!  I’d rather save that money for something fun on our honeymoon then pay to have my nails done again this summer.  With tip and everything, I spent somewhere in the $90 range.  Ugh, I’m ashamed to even admit that – don’t judge me!!!  So yeah, definitely won’t be getting them done again until the wedding and honestly I’m not even sure I want them done for the wedding.  I think I do, because they do look nice for pictures and stuff, I’m just not sure if I feel like they’re reeeeally worth the money.

Anyway, here is a close-up shot for you to see what they look like at two weeks:

Dear Country Strong, You suck.

When Country Strong was released in January of this year I really wanted to go see it, but of course with one thing or another always getting in the way, I never made it out to the theater, so instead I put it on my Netflix queue and waited with bated breath.  Well this past week the time finally came that Country Strong graced me with it’s presence in our little mailbox.  So Saturday afternoon I had a couple hours to kill, so it was finally time!  Popped that baby in the PS3 and sat down for some solid entertainment – or so I thought.

Let me just say, Country Strong sucked, and I don’t think anyone should ever waste their time watching it, thus I am going to take about 1 minute of your time to tell you how much it sucked and save your time.  So this is my warning that I strongly advise against wasting two hours of your life, but if you still insist upon it, you should probably stop reading this blog because I am going to spoil the whole thing.

So Kelly (Gwenyth Paltrow) is a country singer fresh out of rehab.  Six months prior to the start of the movie she was pregnant, got drunk, performed, fell off a stage, killed the baby, went to rehab.  Now it’s time for the “encore” tour after rehab.  Performance #1 is in Houston – Kelly gets drunk beforehand and screws the whole thing up.  Kelly cheats on her husband (Tim McGraw).  Performance #2 is in Austin – Kelly gets drunk beforehand and they cancel the show.  Kelly cheats on her husband with a different man.  Kelly does a charity thing (soberly), meets a little kid with cancer, has a touching moment with her husband.  Performance #3 is in Dallas – Kelly doesn’t drink, does an amazing show.  Kelly goes to her dressing room and intentionally overdoses and kills herself.

Yep.  That’s it.  That is the movie.  There are no high points, no happiness, no nothing!  How freakin’ awful is that?!  The whole movie is called Country Strong, too!  How the hell is killing yourself considered “country strong”?!  It’s not!  It’s weak.  This movie should’ve been called Country Weak.

Now all of that said, I will argue the actors were good at their roles and the singing was good, too, but the storyline was just SO bad that it kind of faded out all the other good stuff.  Stupid movie, thank GOODNESS I Netflixed you and didn’t pay full price, otherwise I would’ve been really pissed at how much you sucked.