The weather it is a changin'

It's officially fall. Yep, I said it. O-fi-cal! How do I know?

Last night was the finale of Big Brother. Yay Hayden, but I think Lane and Brittney need their own show.

And the five day forecast is rain, rain and more rain. 

So it's fall. 

And on top of it all, I think I'm coming down with something. 
Great!
I spent all day in bed today watching Grey's Anatomy. Not necessarily because I wanted to (even though I really did) but because I had no energy to do anything else. In fact by the time I cleaned up the house, picked up the mister and the veggies I was spent. I've been on the couch ever since. And the mister has been pretty great, he even went and got me vanilla ice cream and 7-up (the magic ingredients for a cure).

Now I'm watching Top Chef: Just Desserts. 
I'm sure it will make me want to bake.
Probably not a good idea given my situation.

Time for ice cream.

Goodnight.  

 

A few thoughts, mostly on the VMA's

When I was growing up I remember watching MTV and seeing music videos. Now I watch MTV and see Jersey Shore and Teen Mom. And the VMA's were a big deal, the biggest award show of the year for anyone under the age of 25. 

I have a few thoughts on this years event:

• Chelsea Handler, I think you did great. But you didn't make fun of anyone so I was kind of disappointed. But you looked smokin' hot!
• In the Taylor Swift vs. Kanye West battle I think that Kanye definitely wins.Please see this article from NPR, they say it perfectly. Taylor your song was sappy and hard to understand. Were you saying you were an innocent, or were you saying Kanye was? Kanye at least owned his douche-bagginess and I kind of loved his song.
• Cher still looks amazing! Seriously, she should just wear that sequin catsuit all the time. Even to Safeway. Like Cher goes to Safeway.
• The best part about Linkin Park's performance was the sunset from the Griffith Observatory.
• And how do you still have an award show for music videos when you don't even play music videos? My vote is to move it to VH1. 

That's it. 

Goodnight.
 

Back to the future...

Now I know you've been on the edge of your seat all weekend waiting for the pictures from 80's movie night. So here you go:

First I went to pick up C and met her out of town company dressed like this:

Needless to say by the time I arrived at my cross town destination I had forgotten how I was dressed until I suddenly felt the need to explain my outfit. 

Then C and I headed over to J's. But first we had to stop and get supplies. 

Again I forgot how we were dressed and kept wondering why people were staring, or why that guy let me in front of him at the store. 

I mean between my dress and C's bitchin' denim jacket, well it could have been a hot tub time machine. 

Did I mention C was in rare form? I'm pretty sure she was hoping someone was crusin' for a bruisin'.

Finally we get to J's where C and I vicariously live through her single girl (though, newly dating) stories. 

 J-in the middle of single girl story

Eventually we started St. Elmo's Fire. We didn't really watch it, because we're girls and we were feeling chatty. Imagine!

Respectfully we waited to take pictures until the end of the evening. Here are the ones that could safely be published:

  These are my friends. 

In all our attempts to get a picture of all three of us, these next two were probably the best we got. Unfortunately one of is moving because we didn't know when the timer would actually go off.

And that concludes the movie night portion of the evening.

C and I went to the bar, still in our 80's wear to meet up with her boyfriend and some friends. 

By that time I was having a horrible allergy attack from J's cat and my eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out of my head. But I'm a trooper and stuck it out. 

When the mister got home yesterday we discovered that he was waking up and getting ready to go the airport at the same time I was walking to my car to go home. 

Time differences are crazy.

Recovery day.

I am exhausted. 

80's night recap tomorrow. Pictures included.

But now it's the Oregon and Tennessee game. Go Ducks!

For now, just think of John Cusack:

Foiled. Again!

I had but one thing I really wanted to accomplish during my time alone. That was to take back the annex, to restore order to the mister's "office", to establish a place we could both use, if we so wanted. I didn't want to take away the man-caveyness, I just wanted to make it look a little nicer. 

Alright twist my arm, I wanted a place where I could easily put up my sewing machine. 

Well, that's not happening. My plan for today was to hit the thrift stores and find a rug and some storage and seating options for the room. And to find a collapsible table for my sewing machine. 
  
I was so excited to get this done since the most I see of the annex is when I pop in to tell the mister that dinner is done, he has a phone call, or to drop off laundry. 

So last night when I finally opened the door to see exactly what I was dealing with I was surprised to find this:

  A total HOT MESS!

 And let's not talk about the smell that hit me square in the nose. After making sure nothing was going to reach out and bite me I carefully entered the room. I thought maybe it wasn't as bad as it looks...

 I was wrong. It was as bad as it looks. 

That's for you mister, "I'll clean the room before I leave"

   
So plans, they changed, now we have a Sunday project! 
Notice the "we." 


Today instead of thrift stores I went to Target to buy some curtains, and a few other things I ABSOLUTELY needed.


Today was all about retail therapy. 

And tonight, well it's 80's movie night!


'Nuff said.

Now I know how Macauly Culkin felt in Home Alone...

except Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern haven't stopped by for a visit yet. 

Here's what I've done today:

• Slept in for as long as the dog-child would let me.
• Enjoyed some coffee and Kahlua with my raspberry danish
• Watched the first half of the second season of Veronica Mars
• Did a load of laundry. So I wasn't completely useless.
• Stopped at the grocery store for spaghetti ingredients
• Had some gym therapy with C
• Planned 80's movie night with J
• Realized I took the meat out of the freezer too late
• Made a mimosa
• Put on Veronica Mars
• Thought that the loaf of Parmesan bread I bought at the store looks great for dinner, if only I had some cheese.

And that brings me to where I am now. Watching Veronica Mars with Gypsy deciding whether or I should make spaghetti which involves chopping, and assembling. Or, eating a loaf of bread for dinner. The loaf of bread is winning.

It's probably a good thing I only have one more day of this.

My summer vacation.

The dog-child and I just returned from our first road trip/vacay together. We went to see my dad, a mere 5 hours away. Funny that it seemed soooo much longer than the eight hour drive I used to have to do when I lived in Coeur d' Alene. 
The mister is visiting his parents in South Dakota and will be back on Saturday. You know what that means for me? I get to:

• Watch as much trashy reality tv that I want without fear of ridicule.
• Make spaghetti!
• If I don't want to clean up the house before 3:30, I don't have to.
• Sleeping in because I'll get the car no matter what.
• 80's movie night with the girls!!!!

Alright so the last one I could do whenever, but I thought there should be an even five. Or an odd five. Or whatever. 


I miss my mister, don't get me wrong, but everyone needs their own time. 
Or is that just an only child thing?


So now it's time for me to say goodnight. I have three episodes of Days of Our Lives and a pint of Ben & Jerry's calling my name.  
Don't judge.

Here's a few pictures from the drive up. It's the only time I took pictures. Yeah sometimes that happens. 

H

 

Leaving town.

 Co-pilot

My exit.

Road coma. Somewhere in Washington.

Water! That means we went the right way.

Happy Gypsy. But she hates rest stops.