I have been a horrible blogger these past two weeks - no fun, no fun at all! For some reason work got more crazy than normal. I'm not sure how or why, but I'm hoping with this four-day weekend that I can get things under control again. I know you've all missed my wonderful stories and ramblings, so I'm going to work real hard at getting caught up on the work front so that I have time to entertain you with more consistent posts. (Humor me, ladies!)
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend!! Happy Thanksgiving!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
An Old Post
I was organizing some files on my computer this afternoon and came across a word document containing the posts from my first blog. There were only three (I was a not a good blogger!) and below is the only post I felt was worth saving.
My fiancé and I picked out our clothing last night for our upcoming engagement pictures. It was interesting, probably more interesting than it needed to be.
I am ridiculous. Should I ever forget this, I know I'll have my other half there to remind me just as he so kindly did last night. (Perhaps we should include that in our vows. "I promise to always remind you when you're being crazy.")
Did you know that if you coordinate your clothing even a little, then you're trying too hard? Apparently, that's how it works. However, if you wear things that don't match, you look messy and just plain laughable. As you could imagine, this left us in quite a predicament. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Well, I was hoping the clothing gods would drop some beautifully coordinated but not-coordinated outfits into our hands and the job would be done. Believe it or not, that didn't happen. We were left to fend for ourselves. Let me tell you, it was tough. That was one hour of hard work. (I do realize that it shouldn't have taken a whole hour.)
It was a memorable hour. I received a lot in those sixty minutes. I got numerous eye rolls and sighs, several comments on my mental stability, but most importantly, a glimpse of my future. A future full of laughter.
Future Full of Laughter – May 9, 2007
My fiancé and I picked out our clothing last night for our upcoming engagement pictures. It was interesting, probably more interesting than it needed to be.
I am ridiculous. Should I ever forget this, I know I'll have my other half there to remind me just as he so kindly did last night. (Perhaps we should include that in our vows. "I promise to always remind you when you're being crazy.")
Did you know that if you coordinate your clothing even a little, then you're trying too hard? Apparently, that's how it works. However, if you wear things that don't match, you look messy and just plain laughable. As you could imagine, this left us in quite a predicament. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Well, I was hoping the clothing gods would drop some beautifully coordinated but not-coordinated outfits into our hands and the job would be done. Believe it or not, that didn't happen. We were left to fend for ourselves. Let me tell you, it was tough. That was one hour of hard work. (I do realize that it shouldn't have taken a whole hour.)
It was a memorable hour. I received a lot in those sixty minutes. I got numerous eye rolls and sighs, several comments on my mental stability, but most importantly, a glimpse of my future. A future full of laughter.
Friday, November 21, 2008
104th Class
Yesterday was a very special day for my husband. After twelve long weeks of training, he joined the 104th class of the North Dakota Law Enforcement Training Academy in their graduation ceremony.
Yesterday was also a very special day for my father-in-law. Not only did he give the class's commencement speech, but he got to watch his youngest son follow in his footsteps.
It was a beautiful day and I'm very proud to have both of these men in my life.
Yesterday was also a very special day for my father-in-law. Not only did he give the class's commencement speech, but he got to watch his youngest son follow in his footsteps.
It was a beautiful day and I'm very proud to have both of these men in my life.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Time for Tights
My husband watches in disbelief as I cover myself with layer after layer. He shakes his head at the charade that is me getting dressed during the winter season.
Getting dressed November through March is a time-consuming task for me. During these five months I must wear my long-sleeve underwear, a second long-sleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt or sweater. On the bottom half, I must wear my hideously bright purple (or aqua) tights, knee-high socks, and pants. Only then, after I have all these items on, will I stand a chance at being warm. It doesn't guarantee 100% comfort, but it gets me pretty darn close on most occasions.
My husband may think I'm ridiculous, but I bet he's also thinking how hot I look in my tights. You have to admit, they are pretty sexy.
(Okay, they're not sexy and my husband informed me that I'm definitely not hot in them. Winter isn't my season.)
Getting dressed November through March is a time-consuming task for me. During these five months I must wear my long-sleeve underwear, a second long-sleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt or sweater. On the bottom half, I must wear my hideously bright purple (or aqua) tights, knee-high socks, and pants. Only then, after I have all these items on, will I stand a chance at being warm. It doesn't guarantee 100% comfort, but it gets me pretty darn close on most occasions.
My husband may think I'm ridiculous, but I bet he's also thinking how hot I look in my tights. You have to admit, they are pretty sexy.
(Okay, they're not sexy and my husband informed me that I'm definitely not hot in them. Winter isn't my season.)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Temporary Key
On Friday, my husband and I got the "temporary key" to our house! The fact that our house is far enough along that it needs locking up is pretty exciting to me! We also met with the electrician on the project and completed our "walk-through." We discussed placement and types of lighting, outlets, phone and cable jacks, etc. It sounds like the wiring could be started as early as Tuesday!
View from the dining room. The kitchen pantry is what you see framed in front of you and in the background you can see part of the living room and the entry-way/stairway.
View from what will be a bedroom in the basement. The bath bay is currently in my scrapbooking room.
Only a month or so until this is really ours!
View from the dining room. The kitchen pantry is what you see framed in front of you and in the background you can see part of the living room and the entry-way/stairway.
View from what will be a bedroom in the basement. The bath bay is currently in my scrapbooking room.
Only a month or so until this is really ours!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Friday Find
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Breakfast Dessert
My favorite part of today's "after-work" conversation:
Mitch: "Guess what we had for breakfast at the Academy today."
Holly: "What?"
Mitch: "Potato pancakes."
Holly: "I've heard those are supposed to be good."
Mitch: "They were disgusting."
Holly: "Okay then."
Mitch: "We also had poached eggs that weren't cooked all the way through."
Holly: "Gross."
Mitch: "Oh and get this - the cook made breakfast dessert."
Holly: "Every meal should have dessert."
Mitch: "It was oatmeal bacon cookies."
Holly: "What?"
Mitch: "Oatmeal bacon cookies."
Holly: "Oh..."
Mitch: "They were pretty gross."
(Insert lots of digusted faces from my husband and lots of laughter from me throughout the conversation.)
I don't know about you, but I don't think bacon really has a place in the dessert section of any cookbook.
Mitch: "Guess what we had for breakfast at the Academy today."
Holly: "What?"
Mitch: "Potato pancakes."
Holly: "I've heard those are supposed to be good."
Mitch: "They were disgusting."
Holly: "Okay then."
Mitch: "We also had poached eggs that weren't cooked all the way through."
Holly: "Gross."
Mitch: "Oh and get this - the cook made breakfast dessert."
Holly: "Every meal should have dessert."
Mitch: "It was oatmeal bacon cookies."
Holly: "What?"
Mitch: "Oatmeal bacon cookies."
Holly: "Oh..."
Mitch: "They were pretty gross."
(Insert lots of digusted faces from my husband and lots of laughter from me throughout the conversation.)
I don't know about you, but I don't think bacon really has a place in the dessert section of any cookbook.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Framing, Part 2
Our house is starting to look like a house! It's exciting to see how far things have come since last week!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Friday Find
Are You Kidding Me?
This morning I got up and ready for school like I usually do, even though I knew that we wouldn't be having classes. We're still under a blizzard warning, interstates and highways are closed and no travel is advised on those other roads that aren't closed.
Needless to say, I was quite surprised to receive a phone call this morning telling me we were having classes. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Apparently the school is sending out buses where possible (which I can't imagine is too many places) and that we'll be starting only an hour late. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The interstate from my home to my school is closed. There is no way I can get there unless I try taking the back roads, which if the interstate isn't drivable means those roads are really not drivable. Classes at every other school around here have been cancelled, so apparently this weather is a big deal. Shouldn't my school be able to see this?
I am fuming right now. I'm upset with my school that in order to get this day to count as a day of classes, they are wiling to risk the safety and well-being of the bus drivers, the students, and teachers. While I don't see school in my cards today (it's hard to drive somewhere when the roads are not open), I am upset that this counts against me as one of my personal days (of which we only get two). I'm extremely disappointed in our administration and their poor thinking this morning.
Needless to say, I was quite surprised to receive a phone call this morning telling me we were having classes. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Apparently the school is sending out buses where possible (which I can't imagine is too many places) and that we'll be starting only an hour late. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The interstate from my home to my school is closed. There is no way I can get there unless I try taking the back roads, which if the interstate isn't drivable means those roads are really not drivable. Classes at every other school around here have been cancelled, so apparently this weather is a big deal. Shouldn't my school be able to see this?
I am fuming right now. I'm upset with my school that in order to get this day to count as a day of classes, they are wiling to risk the safety and well-being of the bus drivers, the students, and teachers. While I don't see school in my cards today (it's hard to drive somewhere when the roads are not open), I am upset that this counts against me as one of my personal days (of which we only get two). I'm extremely disappointed in our administration and their poor thinking this morning.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Blizzard Season is Upon Us
We're in the midst of our first blizzard of the 2008-2009 winter season. Hooray! Okay, not really.
Instead of calling off school like every other single town around us did (and I'm not kidding when I say that), our town decided the state-wide blizzard warning issued by the weather service wasn't important enough to keep us all from learning. At least not until fifth period when things got really ugly.
So, at 1:30, those students and teachers that live out of town were allowed to leave. (Town folk had to stay so that it counts as a full day for our school - have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?). Now, safely at home, I have an important decision to make. I have some correcting I could get done, lesson plans I could write, or I could cuddle under a blanket and read my book. Hmmm . . .
Instead of calling off school like every other single town around us did (and I'm not kidding when I say that), our town decided the state-wide blizzard warning issued by the weather service wasn't important enough to keep us all from learning. At least not until fifth period when things got really ugly.
So, at 1:30, those students and teachers that live out of town were allowed to leave. (Town folk had to stay so that it counts as a full day for our school - have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?). Now, safely at home, I have an important decision to make. I have some correcting I could get done, lesson plans I could write, or I could cuddle under a blanket and read my book. Hmmm . . .
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tasting the Rainbow
Sugar has been the main staple of my diet this past week. I'm trying to be a good child and help my parents eat their extra Halloween candy; I must say, if awards were given based on this act, I would be the next Daughter of the Year.
While the majority of my sweets has been chocolate, and I'll never complain about chocolate, the highlight of my week has been the Skittles. I haven't had Skittles in quite some time and have forgotten how much I enjoy the colorful little spheres. Not only are they tasty, the process is so much fun. See, I have a system. Skittles must be consumed in order of least favorite to most favorite: yellows first, oranges second, greens third, purples fourth, and reds fifth. Of course, all these colors must be eaten in even numbers whenever possible. I prefer two at a time, but sometimes I get crazy and pop four in my mouth at once. I know, I'm wild.
So tell me, do you have any type of candy-eating process?
While the majority of my sweets has been chocolate, and I'll never complain about chocolate, the highlight of my week has been the Skittles. I haven't had Skittles in quite some time and have forgotten how much I enjoy the colorful little spheres. Not only are they tasty, the process is so much fun. See, I have a system. Skittles must be consumed in order of least favorite to most favorite: yellows first, oranges second, greens third, purples fourth, and reds fifth. Of course, all these colors must be eaten in even numbers whenever possible. I prefer two at a time, but sometimes I get crazy and pop four in my mouth at once. I know, I'm wild.
So tell me, do you have any type of candy-eating process?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Framing
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Gum and a Wreath
My husband and I spent our morning running errands, one of those being a search for cheap Halloween decorations.
I got a bit distracted with the candy and came home with this two pound bag of Double Bubble gum (one of my favorites),
but I did manage to find this iron wreath. I absolutely love it and cannot wait to have a house to decorate next year!
I hope you're all having a wonderful Saturday! I cannot believe it's the first of November already!
I got a bit distracted with the candy and came home with this two pound bag of Double Bubble gum (one of my favorites),
but I did manage to find this iron wreath. I absolutely love it and cannot wait to have a house to decorate next year!
I hope you're all having a wonderful Saturday! I cannot believe it's the first of November already!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)