#dayplanner4life

Look who's got a hot date with (the better half of) the Two household!



So glad she indulges me in my nerdiness.

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Found this picture on an old flash drive. Makes me happy.



Also, last night I went to the Habitat for Humanity home store. And then to The Home Depot. For a total of $33...you'll never guess what I came up with. No, really. You probably won't. Pictures forthcoming.

Game Night

Sunday night I went with the fam (minus brother) to have dinner with some old friends from Ft. Lauderdale. It's a happy coincidence that they live just 30 minutes away. The Looch first met them when their daughter was still a baby and watched as their family grew to include their son a few years later. Now she's in the fourth grade and he just started kindergarten!

After dinner and dessert, sisty and I broke away to play games with the kids. We breezed through the usual suspects of CandyLand and Memory and UNO while our parents chatted away in the kitchen. Then, out of nowhere, they busted this game out of the game drawer:

This belonged to us when WE were kids! I love that it was recycled to this sweet family and their kids are enjoying it as much as we did. Also, props to the Germans for making a game that held up over 15 years and six moves across the country.

The four of us had fun stacking the little "staplemannchen" higher and higher until they collapsed and tumbled down. Then we got distracted by sillybandz and trash talking the Biebster.

Pretty standard Sunday night around these parts.

And the winner is...

Yesterday was just one of those days. When nothing seems to go right and you're overwhelmed but you have to pretend for the rest of the world that you're just whelmed (10 points if you can name that movie reference) and really all you want to do is just sweatpants-it on the couch.

Quick tangent. A friend mentioned to me that I should get a flu shot. You know, so I don't get the flu. And also so she'll let me hang out with her baby. He's got a really sweet face and sometimes wears business suits. Should be motivation enough for me to get one, right? INCORRECT. She made a valid argument about acheiving small victories, but I wasn't buying it. No needles in the arm for me, thankyouverymuchbutidrathereatworms.

So there I am, the 3 o'clock napmonsters encroaching all up in my space, when all of a sudden a tiny snippet of conversation from the night before comes slamming into my brain like a ton of Werther's Originals.

THE LOOCH IS MAKING STEAK PIZZIOLE!!! (ed: There's no need for proper spelling when it comes to Looch-language, but here's how you say it: pitz-ee-ole.)

That dish is what comfort food means to me. It is unfailingly delicious, best eaten with good crusty bread, and leaves you with slight dizziness remedied only by unbuttoning your pants and lying down for a quick disco nap. And that is exactly what happened after dinner. For everyone in the fam, except me.

The day got away from me. I started a project that was more complicated than it should be. I had to stop by an event after work and stayed longer than originally anticipated. Then I had to run over to Kinko's to pick up a print order. And then and then and then...

And by the time I got to the Looch's house? No red sauce in sight. Only the lingering smell of garlic and my growling stomach there to keep me company. Que the violins.

But then I spotted everyone around the kitchen table, smiling over magazine cutouts and laughing over devious schemes to choose the perfect honeymoon spot. I was greeted with warm hugs and compliments on my dress (thanks guys, I picked it out myself!) And as sisty rubbed my arm and told me it would be better tomorrow, I focused on the smells of home still coming from the kitchen and reminded myself that the arms of the women around that table were exactly what would comfort me in any state of "whelmed".

And that is what I consider a small victory.

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happy hour drink specials, an awkward creep, a sad movie, early morning landscaping, chips and delicious homemade queso, afternoon landscaping, lace and beading, playing dress up (but not really), silent prayers for lost loved ones, youtube, 27 lawn refuse bags, comet brand cleaner, chicken fried steak, 3 loads of laundry, two curtains hung, and a new list of plans for the week ahead.

when are they going to flip weekdays and weekends?

pictures to follow...I promise.

Spontaneous.

I think the moral of this story is that I totally underestimated how much I'd love having David J living so close to me. Let's rewind.

Thursday night we went see to the Last Rodeo, Brooks and Dunn's final live show. Sooo much fun.

Friday afternoon as I was leaving work, I got a phone call from the airport. He was hopping on a plane to Dallas for the weekend and then driving his car back to Nashville. Before I knew it, a plan was hatched for me to go with him and be his driving buddy. I had less than 30 minutes to throw clothes into a bag and rush to the airport to make a 5:20 flight. A quick call to Alexis sealed the deal; she would be waiting at the airport ready to start the long weekend!

The weather was gorgeous and the company was even greater. I couldn't have made a better decision.

Monday morning we woke up bright and early to head back to the 'ville. iTunes shuffle kept us entertained as we drove the 10 hours through Texas, Arkansas and Tennessee. We documented the hours on the road but apparently lost track of the time somewhere in the middle (I blame the hot fries and Rockstar)...and in the end we made it home safe and sound, only halfway insane from the highway.





















Sisty and her friends have a new game where they each give two reasons why they're "total package" material, and then two reasons why they're not. So, in keeping with the trend, I'm confident that one of my total package items would be that David J and Schmalexis are two people who make my life spontaneously spectacular.