Last Friday night, Kelly decided to take me to the fair for our date night. We spent a fun evening dining on junk food–Taco in a Bag for me and Kettle Corn for him. For the record, Taco in a Bag is definitely a culinary art, spinning madly on the Tilt-a-Whirl, and pushing children aside at the petting zoo to be able to get a better view of a baby camel. I joke that Kelly is “too thrifty” (really it’s great he is, or I’d blow through all our money/he saves so he can treat me to amazing trips), but I delighted him by scoring free fair tickets for us and picking up carrots dropped by kids at the petting zoo to feed the animals, instead of paying two bucks for a bag, which he proudly deemed, “resourceful”! Continue reading A Weekend of the Arts
It is here at my husband’s eye surgeon’s office, that we generally meet the same people every Tuesday. We have been coming for the last four months since he had a partially detached retina and had to have emergency surgery. The doctor drives down once a week from Memphis, and he has a tiny clinic in a small mini mall next to a Psychiatrist’s Office. I come to make sure Kelly asks the questions I want to know the answers to and to jot down notes so we both remember. I come to make sure my husband is taken care of to my standards. I may not cook for him, but I am severe when it comes to “in sickness and in health.”
The lobby of the tiny clinic has signs Scotch taped to every wall recommending that you “have only one friend or family member per patient, not show up before your scheduled appointment time, and your wait may extend up to two hours due to the procedures performed.” Our wait has been four hours before. The lobby is the size of a child’s bedroom, and it is wall to wall with chairs. When we arrive this Tuesday, the chairs inside are full. We join seven other patients standing outside, careful to keep from loitering 12 feet from the psychiatrist’s office as instructed on their door. I search for familiar faces. While I don’t recognize anyone this particular day, everyone here becomes friends quickly. Continue reading Pretty in Purple
Thursday evening I took an informal Facebook poll to help me select a new pair of glasses. I posted photos of me in three different styles, and I asked for opinions. At the optical shop, I tried on many that were familiar to me, and one pair that made me catch my breath when I slid them on my nose. Most I reached for looked only slightly different than the style I currently wear, that I had grown sick of over the last…um, ever since I’ve been wearing glasses. I anticipated, correctly, that most people would select the pair that was, well, boring and safe. While everyone is entitled to their own opinion, what healed my “dance to the beat of my own drum” heart were a group of my “favorites”. Continue reading Girls with Glasses
- I am probably the only nerd in the world who got so excited to watch the series The Age of Medici on Hulu. The description Hulu gives of it is a “Renaissance painting come to life,” and that truly sums it up. I am working my way through the Criterion Collection (always), and I wrongly assumed this would bore me, and I’d end up skipping it because life’s too short (I skip all the Samurai movies which I have tried and just can’t do). How wrong I was! If you’re a nerd with a lot of time on your hands, check out the three part series.
- Have you guys heard about Cotton Candy Grapes? I found them at Sam’s recently, and I decided to try them. I am happy to report, they taste JUST like cotton candy. As in, I have already scarfed down most of the container. My husband wants to know when they will develop funnel cake flavored strawberries? He says, “Soon, all foods will taste like other foods. What’s stopping them now?” It’s a little Jetsons for me, but I really hope he’s right. It’d be that much easier to be healthy.
- I watched Alfred Hitchcock Presents for the first time on Hulu recently (It’s on Netflix too for those that have that), and I loved it and have binge watching ever since. I wish it had every episode instead of just select episodes, but there are quite a few seasons so that’s good.
- I tried this Pumpkin Spice Oatmeal recently, and it tastes just like pumpkin pie. I love it. I used brown sugar Splenda instead of regular brown sugar.
- I’ve noticed recently that all the perfumes I like in my 30s smell of a bit of fire and smoke. I like scents that smell as if I went for an evening out and somehow ended up next to a campfire. Ages ago, when I used to sit around the fire on Friday nights with my favorite South African, I used to come home and rip off everything that smelled like the fire pit, and toss it into the wash. Now, I find it a familiar, comforting scent.
- Have any of you tried those adult coloring books? I’m going to try them out. I can see that being helpful with my anxiety. I have seen some really great designs, too. My favorite, are the ones with different cities. I saw a Paris one somewhere that I’d really like. Do you like using the colored pencils or pens better with them?
- I picked up a random candle and TJ Maxx the other day and loved the scent. When I turned it around, it was a Manly Indulgence: Black Tuxedo candle. I don’t know what defines a “Manly Scent” (insert eyeroll), but I bought it for the house anyway.
From celebrating my birthday to opportunities to stand in the sunshine and watch rugby, this week truly couldn’t have been any better. I’ll try my best to not write a novel this Thankful Thursday, but I make no promises!
- Thrift Finds—I am an avid thrifter, and there is nothing like the satisfaction that comes from a great “find”. It makes up for all the times you sort through racks of clothing and bins of bags and have to leave the store defeated! This week I broke out this great, wild black and white blazer. When I put it on, I asked Kelly, “Do I look like a rich sixty year old woman in this?” My poor husband looked perplexed! He responded, carefully, “Do you want to look like a rich sixty year old woman?” My answer to that is, “Always.” It’s one of my favorite styles. I have beat many an old lady to fab tailored pants in a thrift store. I’m ruthless when I walk into the Goodwill. I also was so happy to find the framed poster below. It has a small crack in the glass in the corner, but I’ll either have it repaired someday or live with it.
I can’t believe I celebrated my thirty-fourth birthday yesterday. I remember when I was a kid, when one of my relatives turned thirty, and I thought it sounded so “old”. I also thought that everyone should have their lives completely figured out by thirty, but my view on that has definitely changed, too!
The day was perfect. I usually wake up before my husband does, and when I walked into the kitchen that morning, he had decorated to surprise me. It was cute, and it was pretty funny because the night before he had stayed up late. At some point during the night I woke up, and he still wasn’t in bed. I called out from the bedroom, “Bedtime, Kelly!” Little did I know, he was decorating for me!