Thursday, April 28, 2011

Whisteling Dixie Part Two

Tonight after work, Mr. G and I start our journey to the south.  While I am excited to get away from rainy VT, and Steve, and crawfish, and sun, and relaxing, and Nordstroms, and the boat, and the sun, there is one thing that I am more excited about than everything else.  It is something that we do not have up here in the quant New England countryside (or New England at all).



I will be getting a Chick-Fil-A original sandwich with a large side of waffle fries and some polynesian sauce and a sweet lemonade the minute we land in Texas.

Double dub (weight watchers) be damned.

Already drooling,

Monday, April 25, 2011

Whistling Dixie

Mr. G and I had a rough winter.  He worked all.the.time.  We never had a day off together.  It was cold and expensive.  Mr. G was injured.

Do you feel bad for me yet?

It was a bit of a challenge to start our new marriage without having days off together.  Ever.  From October until April.  All winter I was looking forward to spring and all of the fun things that Mr. G and I could do together.

I will not bore you with the list of things that we think are fun that we have already started to do.  Hint: some of these things include changing the screens on our windows.  And going on runs.  And driving in the country with no destination in mind.  Yeehaw.

This weekend, Mr. G and I are playing hooky from work and are headed below the Mason-Dixon line.  We are leaving the slowly-warming weather and muddy roads and will spend a long weekend in lovely, romantic, warm, glorious, perfect TEXAS.

Please note, that was a sarcastic description of the lone star state.  Words that do describe Texas are: fun, warm, perfect, food, suburbs, SUVs, green (grass and trees, not eco-conciencious people), beer, boats, margaritas, crawfish, and Stephen.  (Other word to describe Texas: Republican.)

Stephen has been a dear friend to Mr. G and myself for many years.  He was one of the best men in our wedding and we are pleased as pie to be spending our long weekend away with him.

Especially because with Stephen there is always Grey Goose, beer, boats, leather couches, luxury vehicles, little dogs, bbq, hot tubs, restaurants, back yards, funny stories and lots of laughs, and new this year: a 300 person neighborhood crawfish boil.

We are going to be completely indulgent, think only of ourselves, relax, eat, drink, laugh, and catch some sun.  I'm not even on this mini vacation yet and I already don't want to come back.

Already dreaming,

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Mr. G is away this week at a conference.  Below, I have assembled a list of the pros and cons of the Mr. being away and me being at home by myself.

Pro: I can control the TV (ie, "Weeds" episode after episode).
Con: I have to sleep alone in the house.

Pro: I can make all sorts of interesting foods for dinner (Indian food!  Chicken burgers!  Just plain green beans with lemon and feta!)
Con: No big, strong Mr. G to open jars for me.

Pro: I can wear sweats all the time and not get picked on.
Con: I have to sleep alone in the house.

Pro: I don't have to shave my legs for a week.
Con: I'm clearly not getting any for a week.

Pro: The house is always clean
Con: I have to sleep alone in the house.

As you can see, I hate sleeping alone.  It is not a matter of sleeping alone in a bed.  Our bed is so big that we are in different zip codes at night anyway.  It is a matter of another presence in the house that I am missing.  And I am a big scared-y cat.  Every sound I hear I think it is a serial killer comin' to a get me.  And it is all my mom's fault, because ever since I was a little girl and my dad would go away, my mom would move furniture to block the doors and windows to make sure nobody could break in and attack us women (please note, we lived in the middle of nowhere.  There has not been a home invasion since 1917).

I think I need a shrink.

Especially if said shrink could come spend the night and sleep in the guest room while Mr. G is away so that way I am not scared.  Until that happens, I will just keep sleeping with every door locked and every.light.we.own turned on all night.

Honey, come home.  We can't afford an electric bill like this.

Monday, April 18, 2011

No regrets

I have a tendency to fall asleep a lot.  Especially if it is warm and sunny and I am laying outside reading.

After a quick trip to New Mexico this weekend (warmth! sun! grass!) I was drawn outside with my book one afternoon and promptly fell asleep in the city park.

3 hours later I woke up to a stinging sensation on my face, legs, arms...

Burnt to a crisp granny

Monday, April 11, 2011


After a long winter, I think spring is finally here.  I know the temps in the low 70s today were a treat and will not stick around, but spring has sprung, and there is no turning back.

I went for a run outside today.  I hate running, but I force myself to do it.  However, today's run was tolerable due to the spring weather gracing us with it's presence.

I could smell the dirt, fresh dirt and grass.  And after last nights rain, I could still smell moisture in the air.  The first spring rain!  And the smell of grills being lit after work, is there a better smell known to man?

I could hear water melting and forming the seasonal, road-side waterfalls next to sloping yards.  I was acutely aware of the robins and other spring time birds chirping about.  "Hello!" they said, "Spring is finally here!  Rejoice!"

I saw kids playing in back yards, families walking dogs in shorts and tee shirts.  Motorcycles all over.  Teenagers doing cartwheels on their green lawns.  Every car that passed me during my jog had windows down, most had music pumping.  Crocuses and daffodils were bountiful along the roads.

Even when storm clouds rolled in and a few splashes of water hit my face, I smiled.  The smell of rain mixed with dirt, the welcoming sound of thunder in the distance.  I cannot hide my love of spring and not even a spring thunder storm will stop me.

After nearly 3 miles I made it home.  I was hot and sweaty and as usual, gasping for breath.  But I felt great.  My senses have been awakened from their long winter slumber, and like the robins, I was rejoicing.

Happy Spring!