Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Seriously people...stuff is such a waste of time. I'm all for selling everything to the poor and hitting the road with some band. Who's with me?
What, that's not a stable thing to do?
Dang it. In that case, I better go to work at repairing some of these things. Maybe I can get the gutters fixed before it rains again....
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The cottage Ashley, Becca and I shared from the inside...really cute!
Preparing our sunbathing spots after a long walk up and down the beach Saturday morning. On said walk, we passed a woman who said, "Look at all these beautiful bodies on the beach!" Thanks! But...hey...wait a minute...why do we only hear that from people who are 80+??
After shoving back some Redamak burgers and fried fixin's, ice cream seemed like a good idea Saturday afternoon. Please excuse my camera...there's something going on with it.
Ugh...oink is right! Immediately after this we headed back for a nap.
Here we are Saturday evening at the wine fest, which was our main event of the weekend. After the 3,000 calorie lunch and afternoon nap, we got there pretty late. It was a huge bust after we realized that the $10 cover got us absolutely zero wine to taste, but whatever. Turns out there are some pretty skunky wines in Michigan, but there were a few hidden gems as well.
We ate Mexican to top off our eating day...and thus our Wine Weekend officially turned into Obesity Saturday.
We had a great time playing cards, catching up, picking at each other, and laughing. I love these girls so much! Where to next summer, ladies??
It's been awhile since the pup has been on the blog. I think she was glad I was home. I like to think she doesn't want me to leave again and that this is her way of stopping me. Right.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I believe Uncle Bob just got done saying something to Landon that he found particularly funny. Bob and Landon have formed a quick bond in the handful of days they've spent together. When Landon said his prayers at night, he used to always pray for Lavella (his babysitter) and Uncle Bob. I'm sure he's added people to his list since last fall.
She's in her party dress, the flower is in place, and she's ready for some wedding hors d'oeuvres!
This coming week is big. I have a midterm on Wednesday night and another one on Thursday. On Tuesday I am interviewing the director of a not-for-profit that assists homeless veterans. Turns out I'm doing their marketing plan as part of my class! Yikes. Wish me luck with that. But the biggest event is that CPA scores for the last testing window are predicted to come out on Wednesday night between eight and midnight. This is my last one, remember, so in three days I could be home free with that hideous exam. If I didn't pass I'm definitely going to need a mental health day on Thursday since I will be in the middle of a nervous breakdown. Just kidding. I can't wait until Wednesday!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The sweet tea was good though. I drank about 3 gallons last weekend. I'm in sweet tea detox this week.
In news unrelated to eating...
Here's a shout-out to my Methodist peeps! John Wesley founded Methodism in Savannah.
And here's a shout-out to my Illinios peeps! You all know you love Casimir Pulaski on that one day each year when you don't have to go to school...
The Mercer House from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
The fountain at Forsythe Park
Outside of Elizabeth's on the night of my birthday. Best....meal...ever. Even better than Mrs. Wilkes'.
On Sunday we went to Tybee Island on our way up to Charleston. We had eaten enough in Savannah and decided it was time for a new scene. We soaked up some rays on the beach, because we are both so good at that. In truth, my SPF 70 suncreen was so thick I think I all but ruined my black leather purse from my suncreen rubbing off on it. Waaaaa-waaaaa.
Here's The Crab Shack on Tybee, where Savannah's "Elite eat in their barefeet". I bet they could also have one of those feet snapped off by one of the many alligators on the property. You can feed them for $3. Pretty wild place.
Does this guy remind you of anyone? "Dude, get your exit buddy!" I've got my 20th glass of sweet tea in hand.
We visited Drayton Hall, an old plantation outside of Charleston on Sunday. Kind of a disappointment, but neat nonetheless.
One of the many beautiful homes in the historic district of Charleston.
My 26th birthday was great! The May Queen is satisfied and it's now time to put away the phrase "It's my birthday month!" Until next year....
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Of course we had a diaper cake! Funny story: Alli and I were carrying the diaper cake and Pack 'n Play into the building and had made it just past the security checkpoint when we stopped to say hello to some coworkers. Just as we stopped, the diapers in the bottom tier just fell right through my hands until the entire outer ring was gone. We both just stood there with our hands full, laughing, while people stopped to help us pick up 30 tiny diapers. We stacked them all on top of the Pack 'n Play that Alli was carrying, but they kept falling while we walked up three levels of ramps. I ended up just kicking one of the diapers like a Coke can in the street until we reached our office. It was pretty hilarious.
The view in our scenic conference room. I know, we need some artwork. I'm working on it, but it requires about 25 forms and the approval of the President himself to hang some pictures.
My LIMs. We hire people right out of college for the Leaders in Motion program and I have been lucky enough through the last year to have these three lovely ladies placed with me as their Homebase Supervisor. Megan and Christa were with me last summer and Alli, in teal, is with me now. They are sharp, hard-working and fun women who have been a huge help to me! (Please disregard my muffin-top. I selfishly was about to crop our stomachs right out of this picture, but thought it would be wrong to hide Christa's cute baby belly for the sake of my chubby belly. Bad pants...tight waist. Just wanted to get that out in the open in case you were thinking there was something I wasn't telling you.)
Monday, June 1, 2009
In the parking lot of a gas station - Justin: "Is the Franzia open for business?"
The gas station is my favorite place for a photo op...isn't it yours?
The classy Lady in Red kept flashing us in the early laps of the race so we could all see her nipple rings. Emily gave her wine anyway...she had behaved herself for the last hour or so. Wild.
Oh yes, the race...back to that. Helio won. There may have been some lighthearted cheers of "Helio 'I-Don't-Pay-Taxes' Castroneves!!" coming from the boys' row of bleachers...but we all know that whole incident was just a misunderstanding. I'm sure Helio will pay taxes on this $3 million purse.
Just to wrap this up, I leave you with the last few pictures of all the strange, random, grotesque things we saw that day...
I won't show you this next picture, because after I added it to the post it was making even me a little sick, I pride myself with having a pretty high squeamish factor. But, there was a bag of something dead...filled with maggots...RIGHT AT THE END OF SOMEONE'S DRIVEWAY!!! Isn't that something you might take care of if it was at the end of your driveway???? BLECH! We had to walk by it twice.
Darn it, why didn't I know about this limo two summers ago for our wedding????
And last but not least, we found this character (no, not Justin) in the Mexican dive where we ate after the race. He hadn't made it home from the night before. His name was Chompos. The restaurant owner shooed him out, but my guess is that he's still looking for his house.