Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
No, it's not the iPhone quality of the last two pictures that makes Sullivan look a little bit "off." It's his new haircut. I think he's really mad at me. And I think he looks absolutely ridiculous. He looks like a doodle. Not that there's anything wrong with a doodle, but, c'mon! He's a sheepdog! I don't even recognize my own dog!
Monday, December 14, 2009
For those of you who are unawares of the immense tourist attraction that is Longwood Gardens, please momentarily divert your attention here.
You know how there are just some things in your life that you feel the need to see before eventually leaving this great Earth? Obviously, Longwood Gardens isn't up there with Mt. Kilimanjaro, the Statue of Liberty or the Great Wall of China, but due to the publicity this place has gotten, I thought it was important to see it before we move further away from it. Not to mention the lack of Christmas spirit I've been feeling lately, what without decorations up or a CHRISTMAS TREE (thanks to the Big Move), I thought it might kick start in me a little Christmas cheer.
Having "been there and done that" I wouldn't recommend this experience to anybody, unless that is, you are a huge fan of frigid temperatures, long lines and ignorant tourists. And by ignorant tourists, I mean the kind of people who travel in large groups and insist on stopping in the middle of a walkway to a) take a picture (that isn't going to come out anyway because it's so damn dark outside) b) wipe the nose/tie the shoe of the snotty, whining little three-year-old who isn't in his/her stroller like he/she should be and without mittens, an extra blanket or even a hat, clearly isn't dressed for the sub-freezing temperatures or c) "ooh" and "ahh" at one of the 597 decorated Evergreens that looks just like the last three that you stopped and stood in front of.
Let's just say that the fun started miles before we even entered the Gardens. Yes, I said miles. A two-and-a-half mile backup that Hubs and I sat in for over an hour, rolling along at a pace close to that of a snail. At first, we at attempted to make it an enjoyable experience by singing Christmas carols, but that enjoyment soon ended as I watched countless cars utilizing the once empty left lane only to speed ahead to the front of the line and cut in as if the ginormous line of cars in waiting was a figment of their imagination.
And the Gardens themselves? We probably could've driven through the multi-million dollar residences of Gladwyne and checked out the front lawns of a few houses and saved ourselves the frostbite and frustration. There wasn't even a Santa. How could you have a light display and NOT have a Santa? I paid $32.00 to see this sh*t, Longwood Gardens, and I didn't even see a Santa!
Let's recap for a moment, shall we?
- 7 minutes to purchase two adult Garden tickets online.
- 45 minutes to reach the two and a half mile back up
- 70 minutes of rolling along making faces and yelling obscenities at the idiots/cheaters in the left lane
- 25 minutes to walk around the Gardens and see all that it had to offer.
By the time Hubs and I made it back to the car, it was still warm and toasty inside.
Thank you, Longwood Gardens, for an experience I won't too soon forget (or rather, forget soon enough!)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Hubs is an exceptional cook. Not only is he creative in the kitchen, but he loves to cook. So much, in fact, that he does it all. The dinners, the breakfasts, the thrown-together-lunches. I could stand in front of the fridge and stare zombie-like into a vast array of random food items, and Hubs glances over, grabs a few things and immediately puts together the best lunch we've had in ages. He's amazing.
I love to bake. I have an insatiable sweet tooth and it clearly spills over into my love of baking sweet things. Cakes, pies, cookies and especially cupcakes. I like to pretend I'm Martha Stewart or my other favorite flour goddess, Paula Deen and buy expensive recipe books and cake molds and cupcake carriers.
I do not cook. Hubs does not bake. We were made for each other.
That is, until Hubs had this insatiable craving for his mother's homemade Chocolate Snowflake cookies. Granted, these cookies are to die for. They are gooey and sweet and when they are enjoyed straight out of the oven, the warmth just melts your insides. They. Are. Amazing.
And a bit labor intensive. See, you have to make the dough ahead of time and let it sit before you begin to mold your cookie balls.
And so began Hubs' cookie-baking journey. He followed the recipe to a "T." All the while, I laid my little lazy self on the couch and practically drowned myself in drool as I watched Carrie Underwood's Holiday Special. Seriously? Those legs? I would give my right arm to have her legs. Okay, and maybe her hair too. But, I digress.
There's Hubs slaving away in the kitchen. Mixing bowls a' clanging. Flour and sugar all over Sheepie's nose.
And finally? The first cookie. Hubs runs it into the family room, still a bit steaming, so proud of his handiwork. "Here! Try it! You get to have the first one!"
I bite into it. It smells so delicious and chocolate-y. It's so warm and gooey. But it's a little... burning?
Me: Hubs, why does this cookie taste a little burning?
Hubs: [taking a bite] Weird. I don't know! I swear I followed the recipe!
Me: It's a little bitter-like.
Hubs: Um, honey. That container you had.. in the cabinet? That's confectioner's sugar right?
Me: [attempting to stifle the laughter] Aw, honey. That's baking soda!
Hubs: Oh, great. Because I just rolled half a dozen cookies in baking soda. Baking is for WOMEN!
Please note, however, after removing the baking soda culprit from the cabinet, the following two dozen cookies that Hubs made? Were perfection.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Hubs and I are spending this snowy Saturday putting up our Christmas tree
and spreading the Christmas spirit throughout the house!
I thought I'd take a break from freezing my little tooshie off,
while outside helping Hubs string up the Christmas lights
and share with you one of my Christmas favorites.
One of our most favorite Christmas ornaments,
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
July 1st, 2006
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
And last but not least,
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Particularly as a meal (ie: dinner).
Queso for breakfast is a punishable offense,
let alone completely undesirable and unthinkable.
I do have some self-restraint and good nutritional sense, people!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Stay tuned- Once we've chosen the winning Christmas card photo (we only have approximately 170 to choose from), I'll be sure to share it with you!
And because I know you can't get enough of the adorable Sheepie, here he is again, snuggling with me on the kitchen floor!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
AP: Well, that wasn't bad now was it?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
This year? Hubs bought me the comfiest pair of North Face fleece sweatpants
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
What's even spookier? My Dad would remove the plate glass from our front door and dress as the Grim Reaper, sitting on a chair behind the door, turning his head to follow the movements of the trick-or-treaters. Okay, now tell me that wouldn't make you pee your pants? No? Well, how about when he would reach through the door, where the glass should have been, to hand you your candy? That is, if you even made it up to the front door...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Please take note, I've taken to naming it Horace.
And I would like for it to vacate the premises immediately.
Unless that is, I can teach it to do my laundry.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
May 26th, 2008
We bought baby books. We talked the name game. We pictured our baby inheriting my husband's curly hair, his freckles, my long legs and dark eyes, my allergies and our shared history of having to wear glasses since grade school. (Ha!)
Hubs patiently put up with my mood swings, my aversion to chicken and my ravenous appetite. He listened to me whine all day, every day about feeling nauseous. And absolutely exhausted.
We shared our news with family and friends.
We went on a previously planned vacation to Martha's Vineyard and each time I took at those pictures, I think, "I was pregnant then." Four weeks later, we vacation again in Ocean City, Maryland and I miscarried just shy of my 14th week, in August of 2008.