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with a cherry on top!

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Awww!  Ms. Runblondie at Meet me at the Corner of Peachtree & Peachtree recently gave me the Cherry on Top award!  Ms. Runblondie is one of my favorite blogs to read and I check in often to see where she’s running, how her delightful family is doing and see some of her interesting recipes/meal ideas.  Since she’s also married to a pilot, it’s nice to have someone who understands what it’s like to have a husband who is in and out of town frequently and works in a crazy industry.  Thanks for the award, Runblondie!

And on to the important business of answering a few important questions:

#1 Answer this question: If you could go back and change one thing in your life, would you, and what would it be?

Gosh, I feel like it’s pulling on a thread and then unraveling the whole sweater.  If I changed something, I would likely be a different person now – and I’m pretty okay with the person I am… so… I guess I choose to not change anything 🙂

#2 Pick 6 other people to pass this award to, and then let them know that they’re winners.

  1. Vicky @ this that and then some
  2. Heidi @ slightly cosmopolitan
  3. High Flyer @ Marriage with Altitude
  4. Leah @ Life According to Leah
  5. Jackie @ The Mighty Pillow
  6. Dusty @ The Randomness of Dusty Takle

#3 Thank the person that gave you the award. (see above…)

lazy blogger

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I’ve been a lazy blogger lately.

I really want to write about lots of interesting things – I really do.  I even think about things to blog about – as I’m falling asleep.

But then I fall asleep.

It’s what I do.

Especially since the weather has cooled off and it’s perfect sleep-with-the-windows-open weather.

Note to self: make sure to prop all of the doors open so that they don’t slam shut in the middle of the night, causing me to completely hyperventilate and Frank to wonder if the neighbors are shooting each other up.

Oh, and have I mentioned my love affair with the mini blizzard?

Love it.

I’m done now.

three things: walking in the front door

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Please do not judge me for these three things.

Pretty, pretty please.

So these are the three things that happened when I finally got home tonight.

1.  What died in here??

Frank and I have had a few cases of smellasitis.  Basically, it’s when something wreaks to high heaven.  The source of this odoriferous offense?  About 99% of the time it is the garbage and of the times it’s the garbage, about 90% of the time, it’s because I tossed old flowers in there.  When will I learn? When??  I nearly passed out when I walked in the door and knew instantly it was the smell of rotting flowers.  Oh, and did I mention that TODAY was garbage day?  Guess I won’t be using the garage for the rest of the week… yikes!

2. Mail Call.

So, I hate getting the mail. I think there are two experiences that turned me off to the whole “getting the mail” adventure.  First, there was the time that my friend mailed me friendship bread batter.  In a zip lock bag, in a manila envelope.  I’m surprised, quite frankly, that the batter didn’t explode a long time prior to making it to my mailbox.  Or maybe it did explode, but our friendly postal carrier simply didn’t care.  Regardless, I reached in for the mail one day and pulled out… a hand full of soggy batter.  Of course, initially I didn’t know that the white clumpy goo covering my hand was soggy friendship bread batter.  My initial thought was that someone threw up in my mailbox.

Second, there have been reoccurring incidents of spiders.  I do not like bugs.  If you are a bug, I am sorry, but I do not like you.  It’s a blanket statement, but it is 100% true 100% of the time.  Even butterflies sort of creep me out.  I know bugs do lots of great things and I am grateful for their service, but I do not like them.  Anyway, spiders have taken up residence in our mailbox.  I live in fear that when I pull out the mail, I will be greeted by a big black hairy spider.  In my worst nightmares, this spider is spewing friendship bread batter.  I know.  It’s rough being me.

All of this means that I am hesitant to get the mail.  Which means that mail sometimes piles up in our mailbox.  Which probably therefore means that our mail carrier curses when she gets to our mailbox, not knowing if she can jam another piece of mail in there. By the way, she/he does an excellent job – sometimes I have to put my foot on the post of the mailbox and pull really hard to get all of the mail out of there.

So, I got the mail today.  It was only 1/2 full of mail.  Only one bill, one magazine, one catalog and no spiders.  Brilliant!

Speaking of mail: Nordstrom is having their anniversary sale until August 2nd. Are you there Nordstrom?  It’s me, Emily…

3. It’s electric.

Our front hall light switch has always been a little tough to flip.  It catches a little bit when you flip it on.  Then one day it really got stuck, so I just pushed it over anyway … and heard a loud snap.  Since then, that light switch just loosely flaps in the wind and sometimes I am able to turn the light on, but mostly not.  The new development tonight is that if you slam the garage door, the light turns on.  So, that’s fun.

I think it’s about time we have an electrician stop by…

things that have really actually happened in the past week

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We ate sugar.  And lots of it. We hosted a cocktail & dessert party and even though we had quite a turn out, our friends are neither the lushes nor the sugar-holics we hoped they were.

Seriously people – if you don’t have to unbutton your pants so you can breathe after a party – did you really have a good time??

We also slept a lot.  A Lot.  Like, more than I thought was normal or possible.  And it was DE-LISH-US.

I have no regrets.

Except about how much sugar I ate.

And how I haven’t gone back to my sugarless lifestyle… I mean… SOMEONE has to eat all of the left overs.

Ahem.

I have also developed an addiction to online Boggle.  You know, the game where the letters get all mixed up and you try to find words in the jumble.  Yeah.  I love that game.  I play it to the exclusion of writing.  Which means there are a LOT of thoughts bumbling around in my head, longing to get out… but then I just ignore it and keep playing Boggle.

Like I said, it’s an addiction.

I also watched an entire TV series called Life.  Sure, it was only 2 seasons long, but it was AWESOME.  And I loved it. Although, ironically while watching Life, I was the one who was desperately in need of getting a real life. Who cares though –  it was something I could get away with while FK was gone.  You know, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…

But I think the HUGE pile of unfolded laundry in the basement may have been a tip off.

Although, I was able to drag my lap top around, playing the aforementioned TV show while cleaning the house.  So, you know, I was in the clear for a while.

It’s just that I never made it down to the basement.

Or the giant piles of laundry.

You know how you have those emergency pairs of underwear at the bottom of your drawer?  They are for emergencies because they are SO unattractive, that if seen by others, they actually cause an emergency.

It was a dark time in the K-House, but I will say, I spelled a record 60 words while simultaneously watching Life on Hulu. And cleaning the bathroom.

I’m pretty much amazing.

Yup.

Toot. Toot. (my own horn)

three things: on the ice

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We love, love, LOVE the Blackhawks.

And we are NOT fair weather fans.  We used to go when it was just us and the Wirtz family at the games.

And even though it was just us and them at the games, they never bothered to send a Christmas card.

Hrmph.

Anyway, since we love, love, LOVE the Blackhawks, there are a few things you should know about our familial obsession.

Thing One: Dance Like You Mean It!

Whenever the Hawks score a goal and the Chelsea Dagger goal music is played, Frank and I give eachother “high fives” and dance.

Yeah, that’s right.  We dance.

And I don’t care who knows about it.

When a goal is scored, you freaking stand up.  And dance.

Don’t fuss with me.

Thing Two:  NO TALKING (when the puck is on the ice)

When Frank and I were first dating, I reviewed some fun facts about hockey to prepare for our first hockey game date together.

And I shared this information with him liberally.

Unfortunately, I would only remember to tell him about the fun facts when the puck was on the ice.

Our relationship almost ended before it began because of my disrespect of the “NO TALKING” rule.

Thing Three: There is No Such Thing as Lady Like at a Hawks Game

If you ever attend a hockey game with me, you should prepare yourself.

I may seem like a nice person, but, figuratively speaking, the gloves come off when I go to Hawks game.

There isn’t a hit too hard (well, except for the Wisnewski hit on Seabs, but that’s a discussion for a different day) or a fight too wild.

I’ve been known to yell, on more than one occasion, “TAKE THE GLOVES OFF AND GET HIM! GET HIM!”

Does this concern Frank?

I don’t really know.

I’m too busy yelling to notice.

o negative

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Even though I could tell you before having my blood tested that I had o negative blood type, it was nice to confirm that I still have o negative blood.  My mom and dad are both o negative.  If I wasn’t o negative, we’d have to have a little conversation on Jerry Springer.

So in the midst of chatting with my nurse, it was good to hear that I am still o negative.  Thank goodness for consistency!

obsessions

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today, in between plowing the driveway, cleaning up and doing laundry, I was obsessively watching a few shows.

first, i dabbled in some E! No, not the drug , but worse – the TV channel.

Why, oh why! do I love watching Kendra and the Kardashians?  They are all so self absorbed and uninteresting, and yet I can barely pull myself away from the car accident happening before my very eyes.

And then, as if it couldn’t get worse – I got sucked into HGTV’s suite of mind numbing TV shows.  And I must confess, I have looked around our living room a few times thinking about how I would change things.  Mmmm…  Maybe I should go to the grocery store and then stop at Ace and get some paint… wait… NO!!  Don’t do it…

Does anyone know how to install recessed lighting in  30 minutes or less?

Just curious…