OMG you guys its been forever. Life has been crazy de la crazy.
I have been working like 60 hours a week lately between Nike and Farmers.
Its almost the 4th of July, Spence is down in Lawrence working at his friends fireworks stand, I work tomorrow at Nike and will venture down sometime Saturday to get the dog no matter what.
One of my good friends is in town this weekend so I'm hoping to see her at least a lot this weekend.
Ok thats all for now, I promise pictures soon!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
bad blogger
I've been MIA.....sorry guys!
I'll have some fun posts next week!
We are trying Spencers beer sometime in the next few weeks.
We've got a fun filled weeked with friends and baseball games that I'll photo document! Woo.
I'll have some fun posts next week!
We are trying Spencers beer sometime in the next few weeks.
We've got a fun filled weeked with friends and baseball games that I'll photo document! Woo.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Royals Game, hottest day EVER
Spence and I have a few groups of friends we try to see on a regular basis. Mostly its hit and miss with everyone's schedules and crossing fingers that we can all get together. One group though has figured out that if we leave it up to chance that we may never see each other all together again. Between work, family, several people in masters programs etc our schedules are all jam packed. So we decided that the first, non holiday, weekend of every month we will do a recurring social event. This month it was a trip to the "K" (Kauffman Stadium) to watch the Royals.
We headed out around 3pm to tailgate and then into the stadium to watch America's pastime.
We headed out around 3pm to tailgate and then into the stadium to watch America's pastime.
Yup, my husband in all his shirtless blinding white glory. It may have been over 90 degrees that day. I'm not sure that excuses this though....
This is what happens in our group when you lose a game of washers. Or have a birthday. Or someone hands it to you.
Being awesome in the game.
We did have pretty great seats though!
The girls
The boys
Yea, I totally married him.
(and wouldn't have it any other way)
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Home Brew take 1
Last Friday Spencer finally took the plunge. He decided to brew beer.
For Christmas 2010 I bought him a beer brewing kit. We have a lot of friends who have done it a few times, and some friends who also make their own wine. Spence was intrigued. Winter came and went, no home brew.
Spring came and went, once again no home brew. The weekend before last Spence and I went over to some friends house so Spence could help brew some beer. I think seeing it done and having a practical hands on day before committing to do it himself was JUST what he needed. So we set out to try this out for ourselves.
We ran into a few kinks early in the process, mainly the need for a 5 gallon stock pot. We have a turkey fryer and so we sanitized and scrubbed out that pot (we're hoping it was good enough and no icky bacteria were left to spoil our amber ale). We sanitized and cleaned all the other items we'd need for this portion of the brewing process and got started! Here are a few pictures of our adventure.
For Christmas 2010 I bought him a beer brewing kit. We have a lot of friends who have done it a few times, and some friends who also make their own wine. Spence was intrigued. Winter came and went, no home brew.
Spring came and went, once again no home brew. The weekend before last Spence and I went over to some friends house so Spence could help brew some beer. I think seeing it done and having a practical hands on day before committing to do it himself was JUST what he needed. So we set out to try this out for ourselves.
We ran into a few kinks early in the process, mainly the need for a 5 gallon stock pot. We have a turkey fryer and so we sanitized and scrubbed out that pot (we're hoping it was good enough and no icky bacteria were left to spoil our amber ale). We sanitized and cleaned all the other items we'd need for this portion of the brewing process and got started! Here are a few pictures of our adventure.
Monday, June 6, 2011
My Reunion
So two weekends ago my graduating class and I hit a milestone, we had our 10 year reunion. Now, 5 years before this we had a 5 year reunion as well. That night consisted of a pot luck in Shawnee Mission Park and then a trip to a local bar. 5 year reunion, NBD, totally planned that one in like a week.
10 year, so not NBD. Totally a big deal. My friend Michelle (and if I'm being honest, mainly Michelle) were in charge of this blessed event. The first task, tracking down our class. For real, there were 33 of us, and we had to track people down. 2nd task, figuring out what the 33 graduating people were willing to pay for a reunion. (Because its not gonna happen if no one will pony up the cash). 3rd-zillion tasks were getting all the little details figured out that neither Michelle or I had dealt with since planning our weddings!
By the day of both Michelle and I were vowing that (1) we would never do this again and (2) that a 15 year reunion would NOT occur. By the end of the night though it was all (at least I think) worth it. We watched a bunch of videos from our senior year, marveled at how incredibly young we all look and got to catch up with some people we hadn't seen in a long time!
10 year, so not NBD. Totally a big deal. My friend Michelle (and if I'm being honest, mainly Michelle) were in charge of this blessed event. The first task, tracking down our class. For real, there were 33 of us, and we had to track people down. 2nd task, figuring out what the 33 graduating people were willing to pay for a reunion. (Because its not gonna happen if no one will pony up the cash). 3rd-zillion tasks were getting all the little details figured out that neither Michelle or I had dealt with since planning our weddings!
Friday, June 3, 2011
5 things Friday: The Spencer Edition
1) Spencer rocks. He cleaned our bedroom while I was at Nike this week and ALL our laundry is off the floor. It no longer looks like a tornado hit our room.
2) I love to wake up in the morning and roll over to find Spence still in bed beside me. He has to be at work at 6am, so unless its the weekend this does not happen very often.
3) My favorite part of the morning is when I sleepily wake up when Spencer kisses me goodby, he does it every morning even though he's pretty sure I am only awake part of the time.
4) I cannot believe that 5 years has gone by since I met Spence, I feel like the luckiest lady alive every day I get to be with him.
5) This weekend we are going to a Royals game, our first date was to a Royals game. Spence introduced me to 5 of his best friends and their SO's that day. I was pretty excited that he wanted me to meet his friends, but pretty freaked out that it was our first date!
2) I love to wake up in the morning and roll over to find Spence still in bed beside me. He has to be at work at 6am, so unless its the weekend this does not happen very often.
3) My favorite part of the morning is when I sleepily wake up when Spencer kisses me goodby, he does it every morning even though he's pretty sure I am only awake part of the time.
4) I cannot believe that 5 years has gone by since I met Spence, I feel like the luckiest lady alive every day I get to be with him.
5) This weekend we are going to a Royals game, our first date was to a Royals game. Spence introduced me to 5 of his best friends and their SO's that day. I was pretty excited that he wanted me to meet his friends, but pretty freaked out that it was our first date!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
5 Years Ago....
I met the love of my life.
At someone elses wedding, while I was dating someone else. Oops?
Let me back up a little bit. In college I dated a very nice boy, D. D and I met at the end of our freshmen year and started to hang out. He was, shall we say, alternative? when we met. Meaning he only shopped at Hot Topic and didn't own blue jeans (18 year old me thought this was way weird). He was very fond of the black t-shirts with the sayings on them like "if I throw a stick will you leave?" etc. Despite his outward appearance, he was also a very nice guy, great soccer player and a frat boy. I know. (Although the frat boy thing was fine, since I was in a sorority.) He seemed nice, he was pretty cute once I got past the slightly different clothing we started to hang out. We dated all the way through college and were "that" couple for the first few years of it, lovey dovey, always together, light of each others lives etc.
Over the years his clothing changed from Hot Topic to Gap, and then to country, complete with boots and cowboy hat. Those weren't the only changes that happened. I started to be really unhappy in our relationship, when I look back at it I was just generally really unhappy with me as a person, but since the biggest part of my life was my relationship with D they were pretty intertwined. Being a stubborn girl (and after all, we were in love, we were going to get married, I couldn't REALLY be unhappy right?) I refused to walk away from it and by the end we were "THAT" couple. The ones who fight, who go "on breaks", who really don't seem to have anything in common anymore etc.
We were on again, off again and so forth for about the last year.
The last straw for me was when I had a wedding to attend for one of my sorority sisters. D had told me he'd asked off work and was good to go with me, (I really am not a fan of going to weddings without someone to walk in with and sit with, I know I'm weird). The day of the wedding, turns out he hadn't actually asked off work and didn't tell me till I was on my way to pick him up. He said he was afraid I'd be mad at him because he forgot. -- one of the issues we were "working" on this time around was him being honest with me and not telling me things I wanted to hear-- There were a lot of things that this day triggered for me, but mostly it was that I was done. Done trying to pretend that this was going to work, done trying to pretend to be happy etc. So I went to the wedding, alone. Well, alone with 15 of my closest friends, but dateless. As I sat in the pew, I was contemplating the talk that D and I would need to have the next day to discuss our lack of future, and I was trying very hard not to let anyone know because I'm pretty sure I was mortified that everything my friends and family had been telling me for the past 18 mos about mine and D's relationship was true. Ugh, I hate it when I'm wrong......
And then.......the cutest boy I'd EVER seen was walking people down the aisle. I mean seriously. I nudged my friend and commented on the fact that the usher was WAY cute. The wedding happened, and then the cute usher made another appearance at the reception, (well duh). After a while I noticed him staring, so I walked up and said something witty like "so are you going to stare at me all night, or did you plan on asking me to dance at some point?" I know, I have some guts after a few beers. (I found out later that he hadn't really been staring "at me" he tends to stare when he's had a few drinks, I prefer the version when he was staring at me and thought I was awesome, so usually I stick to that version, he tells me that he did think I was pretty awesome)
There were a lot of mitigating factors that evening, my mental state was unstable, there was a LOT of beer and the usher was WAY cute. Way cute, and I was pretty sure D and I were done anyway, it was a small detail that he hadn't been informed of that yet. Oh the tangled webs we weave......
The usher and I hung out after the reception, he drunkenly offered me flip flops from his apartment so I could go on a drunken walk (I do like to go on drunken walks) and we ended up staying up till 5 am the next day talking in his room. (yes we were actually talking, that's not code for anything else thankyouverymuch.)
Not long after that night D and I were done for good**
So, I don't recommend meeting your future husband when you have a boyfriend, but I do recommend being honest with yourself about your feelings and not dragging an already wounded relationship through the mud on your way out. Pretty much the only thing I'd do differently if given the opportunity was to know myself well enough and to have been honest with myself when I knew that D and I weren't going to work. Because, it was way before the day I met Spencer.
** D is now happily married with a baby on the way, he and I don't really talk anymore (which is understandable given the fact that I didn't exactly handle our break up like an adult), but facebook stalking is a great way to keep up with people.
At someone elses wedding, while I was dating someone else. Oops?
Let me back up a little bit. In college I dated a very nice boy, D. D and I met at the end of our freshmen year and started to hang out. He was, shall we say, alternative? when we met. Meaning he only shopped at Hot Topic and didn't own blue jeans (18 year old me thought this was way weird). He was very fond of the black t-shirts with the sayings on them like "if I throw a stick will you leave?" etc. Despite his outward appearance, he was also a very nice guy, great soccer player and a frat boy. I know. (Although the frat boy thing was fine, since I was in a sorority.) He seemed nice, he was pretty cute once I got past the slightly different clothing we started to hang out. We dated all the way through college and were "that" couple for the first few years of it, lovey dovey, always together, light of each others lives etc.
Over the years his clothing changed from Hot Topic to Gap, and then to country, complete with boots and cowboy hat. Those weren't the only changes that happened. I started to be really unhappy in our relationship, when I look back at it I was just generally really unhappy with me as a person, but since the biggest part of my life was my relationship with D they were pretty intertwined. Being a stubborn girl (and after all, we were in love, we were going to get married, I couldn't REALLY be unhappy right?) I refused to walk away from it and by the end we were "THAT" couple. The ones who fight, who go "on breaks", who really don't seem to have anything in common anymore etc.
We were on again, off again and so forth for about the last year.
The last straw for me was when I had a wedding to attend for one of my sorority sisters. D had told me he'd asked off work and was good to go with me, (I really am not a fan of going to weddings without someone to walk in with and sit with, I know I'm weird). The day of the wedding, turns out he hadn't actually asked off work and didn't tell me till I was on my way to pick him up. He said he was afraid I'd be mad at him because he forgot. -- one of the issues we were "working" on this time around was him being honest with me and not telling me things I wanted to hear-- There were a lot of things that this day triggered for me, but mostly it was that I was done. Done trying to pretend that this was going to work, done trying to pretend to be happy etc. So I went to the wedding, alone. Well, alone with 15 of my closest friends, but dateless. As I sat in the pew, I was contemplating the talk that D and I would need to have the next day to discuss our lack of future, and I was trying very hard not to let anyone know because I'm pretty sure I was mortified that everything my friends and family had been telling me for the past 18 mos about mine and D's relationship was true. Ugh, I hate it when I'm wrong......
And then.......the cutest boy I'd EVER seen was walking people down the aisle. I mean seriously. I nudged my friend and commented on the fact that the usher was WAY cute. The wedding happened, and then the cute usher made another appearance at the reception, (well duh). After a while I noticed him staring, so I walked up and said something witty like "so are you going to stare at me all night, or did you plan on asking me to dance at some point?" I know, I have some guts after a few beers. (I found out later that he hadn't really been staring "at me" he tends to stare when he's had a few drinks, I prefer the version when he was staring at me and thought I was awesome, so usually I stick to that version, he tells me that he did think I was pretty awesome)
There were a lot of mitigating factors that evening, my mental state was unstable, there was a LOT of beer and the usher was WAY cute. Way cute, and I was pretty sure D and I were done anyway, it was a small detail that he hadn't been informed of that yet. Oh the tangled webs we weave......
The usher and I hung out after the reception, he drunkenly offered me flip flops from his apartment so I could go on a drunken walk (I do like to go on drunken walks) and we ended up staying up till 5 am the next day talking in his room. (yes we were actually talking, that's not code for anything else thankyouverymuch.)
Not long after that night D and I were done for good**
So, I don't recommend meeting your future husband when you have a boyfriend, but I do recommend being honest with yourself about your feelings and not dragging an already wounded relationship through the mud on your way out. Pretty much the only thing I'd do differently if given the opportunity was to know myself well enough and to have been honest with myself when I knew that D and I weren't going to work. Because, it was way before the day I met Spencer.
** D is now happily married with a baby on the way, he and I don't really talk anymore (which is understandable given the fact that I didn't exactly handle our break up like an adult), but facebook stalking is a great way to keep up with people.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Utter Randomness, no seriously.
I like going on vacations with my husband.
I would totally live here.
My baby cousin is the CUTEST baby ever. I miss her.
I want this place for dinner. It's sushi that comes to you on a train. AMAZING.
My furbaby is super cute. He hates pictures though and tries to avoid the camera. I got him this time though!
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