Feeling 33
Today is 7 months exactly that we've been married. I believe all birthdays are special, however this will be my first birthday as a married lady!!!
It's just the first of many more married birthdays to come.
*Cue twirling.*
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Monday, April 20, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Steaked
Feeling 33
How have I gone almost 33 years without making a homemade steak??
Since my hubby is such a good sport about eating so many vegetable-based dinners that I make, I wanted to put some love in his tummy by making an old-fashioned steak-and-potatoes dinner that he'd been craving. And what says love better than meat?
Here's the recipe to the steaks. I just got some 5-oz sirloins at Target, and seared them with some steak seasonings, olive oil, and butter. Hubby said they turned out tasty, and if our awful stove can cook up a good steak, then anybody can do it!
The potatoes were a big hit. I grabbed some russet potatoes that were on sale, sliced them in wedges, then cooked them according to this recipe. Soooo easy, I'll be making them again soon!
No pictures made it (we were too busy eating to take any), but here's a picture of the aftermath.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Dancing in the rain
Recently I was talking to a friend of mine, and she was recounting the latest chick flick she'd seen. It was a Nicholas Sparks-soft-filtered-everyone's-a-model kind of love story, one that goes for every romantic cliché. Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for chick flicks, but sometimes I get so frustrated by those romance stories that try to tell us that they are the ONLY kind of romantic stories out there.
When I was thinking about what I wanted to do for Feeling 33, one of the things that I thought would be cool would be to slow dance in the rain with my beloved. I've never done that before, and it's one of those clichés that seems to have snuck its way into my proverbial bucket list.
I haven't made it happen yet. Maybe because I'm either at work when it rains, or it's like a monsoon-hurricane when it rains here (as was the case last night). Maybe someday we'll make it happen. Meanwhile, I think about the things that do happen on a weekly basis - like talking together on the couch that leads to laughing-so-hard-I'm-crying-and-stop-my-stomach-hurts-I-can't-breathe, or lip syncing / playing air instruments to music in the car - that I feel makes our love story pretty much perfect.
Sorry, Nicholas Sparks, but my life beats The Notebook any day.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Why I married him
Feeling 33
Last night, we went to the dollar store down the street from our home to get some Easter decorations. While I was perusing the assortment of plastic Easter eggs, my hubby says to me:
"If you need some eggs, I've got a bunch of them. I use them to make puppet eyes."
Best. Husband. Ever.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Oh where is my Easter Puffalump
Feeling 33
Seeing the adorable Easter egg garland that my niece and nephew made (pictures posted by my sister-in-law on their amazing blog), made me so excited about Easter!...and a little bit sad, as I realized that Easter is just a few days away and it isn't even CLOSE to Beginning to Look a Lot Like Easter in our home.
My hubby and I have a lot of stuff. What can I say, we're Geeks. And Geeks have lots of books, movies, magazines, comic books, journals, collectibles, and other things. Having so much stuff, however, requires us to be creative when it comes to adding decorations to our little apartment around all the stuff. I think we did a pretty rockin' job with Christmas, Valentine's Day was not bad, St Patrick's Day was a noble effort (as we're not Irish), but try as we might, we seem to be lacking in the Easter decor. It pains me to say that I can't find my purple Easter Puffalump (brought to moi by the Easter Bunny many moons ago). BUT I still have my Peter Rabbit (from the Easter Bunny, circa 1989 - I think).
I always loved how my childhood home looked all decorated from Easter, and I must say that I had the best Easter basket when I was little (it had iridescent Easter grass). So even though a part of me wishes that I could recreate the kind of Easter decor that I had growing up, I'm so excited to celebrate our first Easter together as husband and wife - and all of the Easters we have to look forward to together! Our Easter decor may be small, but it's just the foundation. And after all, it isn't the decorations, it's the memories that mean the most.
Seeing the adorable Easter egg garland that my niece and nephew made (pictures posted by my sister-in-law on their amazing blog), made me so excited about Easter!...and a little bit sad, as I realized that Easter is just a few days away and it isn't even CLOSE to Beginning to Look a Lot Like Easter in our home.
My hubby and I have a lot of stuff. What can I say, we're Geeks. And Geeks have lots of books, movies, magazines, comic books, journals, collectibles, and other things. Having so much stuff, however, requires us to be creative when it comes to adding decorations to our little apartment around all the stuff. I think we did a pretty rockin' job with Christmas, Valentine's Day was not bad, St Patrick's Day was a noble effort (as we're not Irish), but try as we might, we seem to be lacking in the Easter decor. It pains me to say that I can't find my purple Easter Puffalump (brought to moi by the Easter Bunny many moons ago). BUT I still have my Peter Rabbit (from the Easter Bunny, circa 1989 - I think).
I always loved how my childhood home looked all decorated from Easter, and I must say that I had the best Easter basket when I was little (it had iridescent Easter grass). So even though a part of me wishes that I could recreate the kind of Easter decor that I had growing up, I'm so excited to celebrate our first Easter together as husband and wife - and all of the Easters we have to look forward to together! Our Easter decor may be small, but it's just the foundation. And after all, it isn't the decorations, it's the memories that mean the most.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Magic Backstage
It is now 132 days that we've been married (says the countdown app on my phone). It's crazy to believe that this time last year we were in the midst of planning our wedding, and now we're already over 4 months in. It's crazy. And wonderful. Life is fabulous.
This morning I received an email from TheKnot.com, asking for our engagement story and ring details. "Cool!" I thought. "Maybe I can use it for a blog post later after I tell TheKnot all about it!" Turns out, they didn't want me to tell them our proposal story in my own words, they just wanted me to fill out a survey...which I did anyway because it entered me in a contest for a $200 gift card. But it totally got me thinking that I should blog about our proposal story because it's just so...us. And I've been meaning for a while to update the ol' blog. So, for all of you out there in the blogosphere, this is the engagement story of Matt and Adele.
For those who unfamiliar with our story, it's very much a chick flick formula: boy and girl meet, boy likes girl, girl's been hurt so she hesitates returning boy's affections, boy and girl are good friends, boy and girl fall in love. Seriously, if Nora Ephron were still alive, I'm sure she'd want the rights to our story (may she rest in peace). Since we were such good friends for so long, both of us knew that the relationship would eventually lead to marriage once we got together. As scary as it was to realize, it was after the first month that we both began thinking about the "M word".
As much as we knew that we were in it for the long haul, we weren't rushing into an engagement. Even with the holidays coming and the questions coming in of "Is he giving you a ring for Christmas??" we both focused on being committed to each other, and doing things when it was right for us.
So imagine my surprise when I had a sparkly ring on my finger that December 31st.
Both of us were working that New Year's Eve, as was the norm for those in the theme park business. Matt finished up a couple of hours before I did, so he came to hang out with me until my shift was done, then we both planned to head up to my mom's to ring in the new year with my siblings, niece and nephew. I noticed that Matt was quieter than usual as he sat with me that evening. Usually, neither of us can stop laughing or talking with each other when we're together, but he seemed unusually pensive. When I asked if everything was ok, he replied, "Yeah, I'm just thinking..." Little did I know what he was thinking about!
When my shift was finally over, we headed to where our cars were parked backstage at the park. Matt said that he wanted to swing by one of the park's theaters where he was scheduled to work the next day to check something out, so we made a quick detour. He disappeared inside for a moment, while I stayed outside. A few minutes later, he joined me. It was so quiet outside in the backstage area. There were no other performers, no techs, no other workers, just the two of us. "I didn't really need to check anything, I just wanted an excuse to come over here." he said. And with that, he dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me, baby?" he asked quietly.
Actually it was more like, Him: "Will you marry m-"
Me: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!!"
He barely got the whole phrase out, when I'd accepted.
I was shaking, giddy, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. He opened up the ring box, and the most perfect, dainty, vintage engagement ring sparkled in the street lamps and the light mist that began to fall. We hugged and kissed and kissed, and then the world just started spinning for both of us as we realized "HOLY--....WE'RE ENGAGED!!!"
As we walked to our cars, passing other workers leaving for the night, I marveled at how Matt and I just had a momentous event occur - yet no one could tell just by looking at us that we'd just had a life-changing fifteen minutes.
Showing the ring to my family and friends, I thought back to the "Wedding notebook" I'd made during my early teen years - full of ideas about dresses, flowers, reception venues, music, and rings - and nothing in it came close to the ring that Matt had given me. The ring he gave me belonged to his grandmother. It's nothing that I ever thought of for myself, but I love it so much - it's PERFECT for me. Just like my guy. It has now been over a year since he gave the ring to me, and not counting the week that it took to get resized, I haven't been without my engagement ring. I still find myself admiring it often, especially in certain lighting or the Florida sunshine. It's not like the ring pictures I cut out for my wedding book when I was fourteen, but really, how crazy is that? To think that at FOURTEEN someone would know the kind of engagement ring they'd want someday. Maybe there are some people that know at a very young age, and more power to them. There's nothing wrong with making plans and having dreams for the future, but for me, clinging rigidly to those plans often got me so far from the dreams that I had and wanted so desperately to come true.
Matt was nothing like I had ever expected the man I would fall in love with to be. Yet he was everything - and more - than I'd ever dreamed of. He's my proof that life has amazing things in store for you, things greater than your dreams. But narrowly focusing on old dreams, or ones that don't quite fit anymore, or dreams that you think you "should" have (because that's what others have told you that you should want) can lead you to overlook or completely miss those amazing things that life has to offer. That nearly happened to me, but I am forever grateful that I didn't miss out on life's greatest gem.
This morning I received an email from TheKnot.com, asking for our engagement story and ring details. "Cool!" I thought. "Maybe I can use it for a blog post later after I tell TheKnot all about it!" Turns out, they didn't want me to tell them our proposal story in my own words, they just wanted me to fill out a survey...which I did anyway because it entered me in a contest for a $200 gift card. But it totally got me thinking that I should blog about our proposal story because it's just so...us. And I've been meaning for a while to update the ol' blog. So, for all of you out there in the blogosphere, this is the engagement story of Matt and Adele.
For those who unfamiliar with our story, it's very much a chick flick formula: boy and girl meet, boy likes girl, girl's been hurt so she hesitates returning boy's affections, boy and girl are good friends, boy and girl fall in love. Seriously, if Nora Ephron were still alive, I'm sure she'd want the rights to our story (may she rest in peace). Since we were such good friends for so long, both of us knew that the relationship would eventually lead to marriage once we got together. As scary as it was to realize, it was after the first month that we both began thinking about the "M word".
As much as we knew that we were in it for the long haul, we weren't rushing into an engagement. Even with the holidays coming and the questions coming in of "Is he giving you a ring for Christmas??" we both focused on being committed to each other, and doing things when it was right for us.
So imagine my surprise when I had a sparkly ring on my finger that December 31st.
Both of us were working that New Year's Eve, as was the norm for those in the theme park business. Matt finished up a couple of hours before I did, so he came to hang out with me until my shift was done, then we both planned to head up to my mom's to ring in the new year with my siblings, niece and nephew. I noticed that Matt was quieter than usual as he sat with me that evening. Usually, neither of us can stop laughing or talking with each other when we're together, but he seemed unusually pensive. When I asked if everything was ok, he replied, "Yeah, I'm just thinking..." Little did I know what he was thinking about!
When my shift was finally over, we headed to where our cars were parked backstage at the park. Matt said that he wanted to swing by one of the park's theaters where he was scheduled to work the next day to check something out, so we made a quick detour. He disappeared inside for a moment, while I stayed outside. A few minutes later, he joined me. It was so quiet outside in the backstage area. There were no other performers, no techs, no other workers, just the two of us. "I didn't really need to check anything, I just wanted an excuse to come over here." he said. And with that, he dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me, baby?" he asked quietly.
Actually it was more like, Him: "Will you marry m-"
Me: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!!"
He barely got the whole phrase out, when I'd accepted.
I was shaking, giddy, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. He opened up the ring box, and the most perfect, dainty, vintage engagement ring sparkled in the street lamps and the light mist that began to fall. We hugged and kissed and kissed, and then the world just started spinning for both of us as we realized "HOLY--....WE'RE ENGAGED!!!"
As we walked to our cars, passing other workers leaving for the night, I marveled at how Matt and I just had a momentous event occur - yet no one could tell just by looking at us that we'd just had a life-changing fifteen minutes.
Showing the ring to my family and friends, I thought back to the "Wedding notebook" I'd made during my early teen years - full of ideas about dresses, flowers, reception venues, music, and rings - and nothing in it came close to the ring that Matt had given me. The ring he gave me belonged to his grandmother. It's nothing that I ever thought of for myself, but I love it so much - it's PERFECT for me. Just like my guy. It has now been over a year since he gave the ring to me, and not counting the week that it took to get resized, I haven't been without my engagement ring. I still find myself admiring it often, especially in certain lighting or the Florida sunshine. It's not like the ring pictures I cut out for my wedding book when I was fourteen, but really, how crazy is that? To think that at FOURTEEN someone would know the kind of engagement ring they'd want someday. Maybe there are some people that know at a very young age, and more power to them. There's nothing wrong with making plans and having dreams for the future, but for me, clinging rigidly to those plans often got me so far from the dreams that I had and wanted so desperately to come true.
Matt was nothing like I had ever expected the man I would fall in love with to be. Yet he was everything - and more - than I'd ever dreamed of. He's my proof that life has amazing things in store for you, things greater than your dreams. But narrowly focusing on old dreams, or ones that don't quite fit anymore, or dreams that you think you "should" have (because that's what others have told you that you should want) can lead you to overlook or completely miss those amazing things that life has to offer. That nearly happened to me, but I am forever grateful that I didn't miss out on life's greatest gem.
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