Party at the Palace

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Much to the delight of nearly everyone, albeit for different reasons, the highly anticipated Royal Wedding is here! This morning when we turned on the news I excitedly proclaimed something to the effect of “Thank You Kate Middleton for finally bringing class back into the bridal fashion industry!” while Ted exclaimed “Thank God this crap is finally over and we can stop hearing about it!” See, different reasons.

And this gorgeous dress? This beautiful veil?

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Stunning, classy, and graceful. And that we could both agree on. I wouldn’t have expected her to walk into Westminster bare-armed, so the wrist-length lace sleeves with a plunging yet modest neckline and sweetheart bodice was a beautiful combination of traditional and modern. Channeling Grace Kelly? Always a good choice. I think we can all agree she looked lovely. Though I think it’s pretty clear I’ve been a fan of elegant gowns with sleeves and a few modern, standout details for quite some time now. Out with the overly-popular, hideous, strapless see-through numbers and in with the vintage classics with updated statement-making designs please!

Because I live in Ohio and all my friends live in Texas, I’m missing out a real party opportunity here. I’d have sent out lavishly-crafted and fancily-scripted invitations and, my friends and I, we’d gussy up in our own wedding dresses, veils, shoes, and jewelry (or previously-worn bridesmaid frocks) and dine on a scrumptious menu of tea with milk and sugar, scones with lemon curd and clotted cream, cucumber and egg salad sandwiches, champagne cupcakes, and lamb with mint jelly tortes, all served on fine china, while we watch a DVR’d recording of the blessed event. Alas, I live (friendless) in Cincy and they live (heat-struck) in San Antonio. Therefore, I’ll be settling (rough life, I know) for a Friday night of homemade Italian casserole, lawn-moving, bike riding, and re-runs of the Big Bang Theory and Modern Family with my Price Charming.

Though my wedding dress may or may not make a surprise appearance for a quick lap around the house tonight. Don’t judge.

Rain check for June, friends?

(Cue resounding “YES!” comments on this post. Do it.)

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Open Letters

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Dear Self,

Yawn, yawn, yawn! You haven’t taken a nap in well over seven months. This is outright abuse considering you dearly relish a good afternoon nap like no other. You get two days off a week, and yes, while there’s a house to keep clean, groceries to buy, laundry to do, meals to cook, new jobs to search out, things to be researched, and work to be completed, there’s also naps to be taken. In the sun with the windows open so a cool, fresh breeze can blow through. No more skimping! Doctor’s orders.

Sincerely,

Lara

P.S. – And get thee to an orange tabby ASAP. I hear there’s a lonely nap-lovin’ kitty in Texas by the name of Sancho who looks just like this handsome fellow below. I bet he doesn’t skimp on the naps.

Oh, how I miss curling up for a good mid-day snooze with Sancho at my feet!

Dear Peeps,

You’re cute, colorful and animal-shaped. Despite these excellent qualities, I have to be honest: I’ve never really liked you. You’re a little too much sickly-sweet marshmallow nonsense for one sitting. And besides, Cadbury milk chocolate caramel eggs beat the figurative pants off you any day. No offense. Then I saw the adorableness that is the picture below and decided that I must have you and all your colorful, useful awesomeness for our summer bonfires. So I scooped up four brightly colored packages of your comrades for $.50 a package the day after Easter. Looks like there is a use for you after all. You’re welcome!

Sincerely,

Lara

Pretty and delicious! Peeps, you'll be perfect for toasting in my summertime s'mores. You should be so lucky!

Dear Mother Nature,

Um, what’s up with the severe thunderstorms, flooding, lightening, hail, high winds, and tornado warnings this month? Cut it out, lady! You’re antsy after a long winter, we get it. So am I. But can’t you find a more constructive way to channel your energy? I don’t get to unleash my wrath and fury upon small villages when I’m feeling a little testy, so why should you? We’re a half inch away from matching Cincinnati’s biggest flooding record in history (the Great Ohio River Flood of 1937) and our weather woman tells us that with the next batch of severe storms that’ll be rolling through in about…oh, 12 minutes, we’ll exceed it in no time. This is not something to be proud of! (But thanks for the greenest grass in the U.S.!)

Yesterday after work Ted and I took a perfectly lovely walk trough the neighboring subdivision, enjoying splashes of sunlight and a cool breeze. Today I rode Carmela up and down the streets for a while in the sunshine before the clouds chased me inside. It was divine! Let’s have more of that and less of this.

Sincerely,

Lara

Cincy's Coney Island during the Great Flood of 1937

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Cincy's Coney Island during the Great Flood of Now. Those are Cirque Du Soleil's tents, by the way. They've called off performances until May 3. Sad day.

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The Flood Marker at Coney Island. The worst offenders were the 1937, 1997 and 1964 floods. The 1937 was at the top, clocking in at 80 feet! We're less than a half inch away from that record. Stop please!

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Dear Travel,

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FREAKING EXPENSIVE!?

I want to go to Texas and devour margaritas, sweet tea, Bill Miller’s BBQ, real Tex-Mex cuisine, Blue Bell ice cream, my mom’s home-cooking, and snowcones from the Snow Cone Lady. I have a cat that is in desperate need of his mother and the poor little guy probably thinks I’ve forgotten all about him. I have family to enjoy and friends to go out with! I cannot afford $400 airfare! Get over yourself and stop being so expensive just because you can.

Also, we have a honeymoon we’d really like to take sometime before our one year anniversary. We’re thinking maybe Germany, with possible stopovers in Belgium or Switzerland, or an Alaskan cruise, or an Icelandic adventure. Now, let’s be clear. I saved for this shindig. I saved a more than appropriate amount of money for a great international honeymoon, but it’s looking like mere pocket change right now. $1,500 airfare per person to Frankfurt is unacceptable. So is $600 to get one person from Cincy to Seattle to catch a cruise to Alaska. So is my indecisiveness. Not only do I want to go everywhere and do everything, which is unrealistic and therefore problematic in and of itself, but these superbly obscene prices are depressing. Soooo, snap out of Travel Universe, okay? And thanks.

Sincerely,

Lara

Mmmmm you, my friend, look fantastic. If only getting to you weren't the same price as a full, luxurious week ON you.

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Dear People of Cincinnati,

Age 7 is entirely too old to be sucking on a pacifier, the term is not “cripple parking,” sipping wine while driving is totally illegal, museums are not clubs therefore they do not charge a “cover,” credit is not the ONLY form of currency in existence, and leggings still are not pants.

Sincerely,

Lara

Sorry, I don’t have a picture for this one. But if I did, can you imagine how great it would be? :-)

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April Showers

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We’ve had an eventful weekend to go along with our eventful weather map! Cincinnati has been inundated with rain this month – one of the rainiest Aprils in our fair city’s history, in fact. We’ve had at least 10″ this month with more expected nearly every day. The rivers are well above flood stage, highway 32 was closed this morning, water is halfway up some tree trunks along the banks of the river, and Cirque Du Soleil had to cancel a few performances this weekend while they attempted to suck inches of water out of their circus tents. We live on a hill, so the Rhyner Rapids that form in the valley of our property, at the base of our backyard, swell and recede often as we play peek-a-boo with the fire pit. And every time we have visitors in Cincinnati, without fail, the torrents of rain feel they are invited too. This weekend was, of course, no exception. Ted’s parents came to town for the Easter holidays and it rained solidly pretty much the whole time, just as it did the last time they came to visit and when my parents came to visit in November.

It’s been a busy week. Tuesday we watched the invited dress rehearsal of Our Town at CCM. Wednesday night was the grand Cirque Du Soleil night, Thursday night we put in two hours downstairs and finally finished organizing the basement. It’s so clean, wide-open and glorious! In celebration we set up my rotating disco ball, which casts a groovy glow of osculating color drops throughout the whole basement – it’s definite party material. Your jealousy is palpable.

Friday was our 6-month anniversary of married life. Ted’s parents arrived by mid-afternoon, bearing gifts of our favorite Wisconsin food – buckets of Chili John’s chili, Wisconsin bratwursts, fresh Wisconsin cheese curds, Hansen’s pizzas, and an Easter basket full of Seroogy’s chocolates. Our freezer is well stocked for the coming months for whenever we feel like binging on unhealthy crap! And upon their arrival, the rain clouds did not hold back. After we both finished with work for the day, they treated us to an absolutely delicious meal at Rock Bottom Brewery in the heart of downtown Cincinnati at Fountain Square. We dined on tender, cedar-seared plank salmon topped with sweetly-drizzled pecans, lemon rice, broccoli, home-baked crisps, and the most fantastic chocolate and caramel brownie topped with vanilla ice cream that one can possibly imagine.

After dinner we headed over to CCM where Ted’s parents had tickets to the Friday evening performance of Our Town. While they were at the show, Ted and I watched an episode of Modern Family in his office, then ventured out for a drizzly moonlight stroll around campus, through the Bearcats football stadium and across the field, into a parking garage maze, and finally to a sidewalk overlooking the baseball stadium where a very dismal and dreary game, delayed twice by lightning and attended by no more than 20 damp fans, was slowly progressing. We watched for a while and made it back to the building, crawling through the mud, before the end of Act 3.

In the morning we awoke early to the sounds of booming thunder, put on our running gear, and drove to the Evansdale/Sharonville suburb of Cincinnati to compete in our second 5k walk/run, this one benefiting the residents of the St. Joseph Home of Cincinnati. The course is known as the most challenging 5k route in Cincinnati and includes the slogan “incline to the finish line.” Now, let’s clear something up right now. Cincinnati is the San Francisco of Midwest. The roads curve and turn and snake uphill and downhill every few hundred feet. Some of the hills are extremely steep. I almost always drive in third gear. The only straight road in the whole city is the one we live on. We scored a lucky break from the rain for a few hours, just in time for the race. On the last race we did, we registered as walkers, but every now and then we ran for a while. On this race, however, it was made clear that walkers were not permitted to run at all. So, we sped walked and expected our overall times to be slower than our first race.

This walk was much less tedious and tiresome than the first and neither of us woke up sore this morning like we did the last time. I guess that’s a good sign! The first mile yesterday was great – it was all downhill! Our goal for the second mile was to maintain our pace. The second mile was on fairly level terrain and we actually beat our pace from the previous downhill mile by a good minute! At this point I’m thinking, “This is the most challenging 5k course in Cincinnati? Pssssh…piece of cake!” Then we turned the corner to start our final mile and I spied the mother of all hills and suddenly the phrase “incline to the finish line” became astonishingly clear as I gazed up that 400+ foot steep incline. It was pure hell. There were at least 5 baby hills on that 400-foot climb and they were all killers! Texas State’s massive on-campus hills don’t hold a candle to these beasts. I dropped my pace to a snail’s crawl and puffed and panted the whole way, fully expecting our timing to be shot to hell. Damn that hill. I all but drank the cold rainwater off the gravel as it flowed down the hills. This picture doesn’t even do it justice. Suffice it to say, it sucked.

But we crossed the finish line and clocked in at 40:32 (Ted) and 40:33 (Lara). That’s 8 seconds faster than the first race where we actually ran! Our overall pace improved by roughly 1 second per mile (averaging about 13:05 per mile). Not bad for speed walking, especially with the Hill from Hell. Ted’s dad walked the 5k with us and actually maintained his pace on those insane hills, which deserved a medal in and of itself!

Ted and I both finished first in our gender and age divisions for walkers, for which we received medals, which was really exciting!

Feeling great from the morning exercise, we enjoyed the rest of the day with Ted’s parents, visiting the Cincinnati History Museum, seeing an OmniMax film, chowing on our favorite pie at Hyde Park Pizzeria and ice cream at Graeter’s, and coloring Easter eggs while Ted and his dad spent some time outside at night using special color-changing LED stage lights to test light a tree…you know, like any other normal family. The rain poured on.

Our Easter eggs turned out lovely and we ate them, hard-boiled and scrambled, served with hot and cold Polish sausage and Wisconsin cheese curds, this morning after Easter Mass. Breakfast of champions!

In a welcome change of pace, work was actually exciting too as we may or may not have un-alarmed all the display cases and had an adventurous staff-only Easter egg hunt through the special exhibits hall of the museum like a bunch of hooligans. Picture 15 professionals between the ages of 23 and 70 tearing through the dimly-lit exhibit hall, plastic bags in hand, crawling the floors searching feverishly in, on, above, under, and around the precious artifacts’ display cases, hunting for any sighting of beloved plastic pastel eggs filled with candy, rings and bubbles. There are so many devilishly excellent hiding spots for eggs in a museum chock full of rare artifacts…you have no idea. Of the fifty hidden there were still ten missing by the time the museum opened and throughout the day we’ve been inconspicuously searching for them, hoping to spy them before the patrons do. Every now and then we’d hear a radio call throughout the day: “13 to 27…found one!” It was awesome. Though there’s one left that nobody has found yet. I spent a good 30 minutes at the end of the day looking for it, but to no avail. I would encourage all workplaces to implement this activity. I found two extra-well hidden ones! Time-and-a-half and a day-long egg hunt? Um, yes please. The rain continued outside.

Hope your Easter weekend was just as joyful, and maybe a little less soggy.

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Lucky As Us

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” Lucky As Me”


Well I’ve seen the world, the world I’ve seen, / Far and wide and in between. / Lord, if only my love were lonely no more.

Whenever I’m lost, I pray I’m found. / Wherever you are’s wherever I’m bound. / I shall sing my song ‘til the day I long no more.


For I am lucky you see, and lucky to be / ‘Cause lucky for you is lucky for me. / Oh, what a world this world would be, / If everyone could be as lucky as me.

Well I’ll follow the moon and chase the stars, / No matter how long, no matter how far. / Wherever I’m going I go there knowing you’re near.

Well I close my eyes and see your face, / You save my soul with your saving grace. / Like a promise made I’m no longer afraid when you’re near.

For I am lucky you see, and lucky to be / ‘Cause lucky for you is lucky for me. / Oh, what a world this world could be, / If everyone could be as lucky as me.

When all is lost and broken dreams, / Unanswered prayers, and tragic themes, / Like a perfect line in a perfect poem, / You bring me, bring me, bring me home.

With a hand o’er my heart I hope and pray / Tomorrow’s dream comes true today. / All I ever want now’n forever is you.

Well I think of you and I’m safe from harm, / I think of you and I’m in your arms. / Lord above I have found true love with you.

For I am lucky you see, and lucky to be / ‘Cause lucky for you is lucky for me. / Oh, what a world this world would be, / If everyone could be as lucky as me.

Oh if everyone could be…

Today is our 6 month anniversary! The song “Lucky As Me” from playwright Jeff Daniels album “Together Again” was featured in the play Escanaba in Love. It was also our First Dance song at our wedding. The fantastic Cirque Du Soleil show Wednesday night was our unofficial celebration of a great first six months together as husband and wife….looking forward to so many more happy years together!

Dear Husband,

“I like you because I don’t know why but
Everything that happens is nicer with you”

– from the book “I Like You” by Sandol Stoddard

I guess I still like you after all this time. ;-)

Love,

Wifey

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Three Ring Circus

Ring 1: Water for Elephants

I read the book Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen nearly two years ago while we were living in Michigan and I remember enjoying it tremendously. The movie comes out tomorrow and I’m anxious to see it! I love the spectacular style, history, and glamour of the circuses of the early 1900s. Visually, the select few production stills and trailer snippets I have seen have been stimulating and enticing. I think Reese Witherspoon will be lovely in her role, though I’m not too sure about the casting of Robert Pattinson yet. The film’s eclectic beauty and creativity remind me of Moulin Rouge and Big Fish. I’m really hoping for an uncommitted evening sometime very soon so we can go see it, and I hope it doesn’t disappoint!

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Ring 2: The Royal Wedding of Kate Middleton and Prince William

At just a touch over a week away, this one’s bound to be a circus of a whole different kind! I mean, have you seen the publicity, social media, official royal memorabilia, and strange unofficial merchandise for this shindig yet? China sets, coasters, t-shirts, fingernail decals, copycat jewelry, wall hangings, and other useless crap you’ll never use…and I’m hardly even skimming the surface here! There’s even two look-alikes of the famous pair that have been traipsing about London lately acting out possible royal wedding scenarios. It’s all a bit crazy, but I’m not even going to pretend that I’m not excited to see which dress and tiara Kate chooses! She has great style and I think she’ll choose something really beautiful! And let’s be real here, if I weren’t working on April 29th, I’d definitely be planted in front of the tube watching the affair unfold. Though I’m more than over trials and tribulations of the wedding planning process, I’m still a girl and therefore I still love weddings. I can’t wait to hear all the grand details of this one! It’s bound to be pretty fabulous. Unlike these hideous nails. Can you believe someone out there is actually buying this crap? Whoever you are, thanks for making the rest of humanity look stupid.

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Yep, definitely a three ring circus in and of itself. A pretty, pretty circus that I can’t wait to see!

Ring 3: Cirque Du Soleil’s Ovo

Now this, folks, is a true, legitimate circus and it was grand! If you read my last post, you know that we scored free tickets to the Cincinnati premier of Cirque Du Soleil’s Ovo last night. I’d hoped to go anyhow, but when I went online to reserve seats I found that those ticket prices just weren’t in our budget (like, at all) and winning tickets wasn’t proving successful either…until they basically just landed in our laps the day before the premier by the miraculous fluke of sheer, right place at the right time dumb luck. Our luck didn’t stop there either! We were also treated to free parking at Coney Island, free ritzy butler-served appetizers, free cartons of popcorn, free soda in really nice commemorative Ovo cups, free gourmet bug cupcakes (um, they were delicious!), and free champagne! I added up the cost of everything – tickets, fees, parking, and the food and drinks we consumed – and had we paid for this incredible 6-month anniversary date night last night, we would have spent a grand total of $265. That’s $132.50 per person…and it was all free. We had a great time! Some of Ted’s students from CCM were also in attendance last night, so it was nice to schmooze with some people we knew while sipping champagne and watching amazing acrobatics.

First of all, if you’ve never seen Cirque Du Soleil you are missing out on some seriously good stuff. Talented and flexible doesn’t even begin to describe it. The whole experience is literally spectacular, and there is no other word for it. The lavish costumes, the live musicians and singers, elaborate sets that are constantly changing and evolving and surprising you with new unexpected challenges and tricks, the immense big top tent and vast rigging systems, the gorgeous atmospheric lighting, the exotic acrobatics of all imaginable and unimaginable kinds, the phenomenal talent, the funny characters – it truly was one of the greatest shows I’ve ever seen. We were laughing and cheering and clapping and in complete awe. Even the bathroom stations they had set up were nifty – no smelly porta-potties at Cirque! We had perfect seats that were nice and close to the stage, but far enough away that you could see the whole picture. Though $105.50 per seat seems (and is) pretty steep, after enjoying the show so much and seeing how massive the cast and crew is, and understanding all the technology, rigging, equipment, tent stuff and more that goes into such a large-scale production, I can easily say the price is justified. It’s worth it and if we have the chance to see another Cirque show in the future, I’d pay the $100 per ticket (though free was obviously preferable…). If Ovo is coming to a city near you, you need to go see it!!! Click here for some excellent info and pictures of the awesomeness of this production. 

Onto the pictures! For obvious reasons, there was no photography allowed in the big top tent, so I don’t have any fun stage shots to show you, but I do have a few pictures from the rest of the evening at Coney Island. Enjoy! :-)



Now, this is a circus you want to be a part of!

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“Nothing’s Better Than Free,” say the Llamas

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I’ve known for well over a month now that Cirque Du Soleil’s newest show Ovo would be coming to the Coney Island amusement park in Cincinnati this week, a scenic, riverfront location a mere five miles from our home. Neither of us have seen a Cirque show before, though we’ve both always wanted to. The spectacular acrobatics, the music, the staging, the costumes, the technical and lighting effects – what a dream! I originally figured this would be something we’d see when we visit Vegas one day. But upon learning that it was coming to Cincy I excitedly logged on to check out the ticket prices and book us some seats….and quickly logged right back off. At anywhere from $75-225 per ticket, I knew there was no way we could afford this right now. Not even the nosebleed seats. I tried twice to win us tickets – once at the Reds v. Brewers game and again through some Cincy blogger’s giveaway – both to no avail. The money was needed for rent, bills, groceries, and the oil change, tire rotation, filters, a new set of outer tie rods, and an alignment for Buick this week. This would be a luxury we just couldn’t afford right now. So I forgot about it.

Until tonight.

I was sitting in Ted’s office at CCM waiting for the final dress preview of Our Town to start at 8. Have I ever mentioned how much I love seeing the dress previews of all these awesome shows for free? Oh. Well, I do. To kill time (you know, because I have so much time to kill), I was enjoying http://llamafont.com/, which you must check out right this very minute!

Ted strolled into the office and I asked him to give me a phrase to type in Llama. He looked at me a crazy person for a second before suggesting “Nothing’s better than free!” A weird phrase is better than no phrase at all, so I typed it in and giggled at the adorable, flexible, and gymnastically inclined llamas. Then Ted plopped two free tickets to tomorrow night’s preview performance of Cirque Du Soleil’s Ovo down on the desk! Two free tickets! Great seats, worth $90 each! I KNOW! 

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Apparently a former CCM student is on the crew and dropped off a handful of comp tickets for the Wednesday preview show to CCM today and one of the department’s Technical Directors gave two tickets to Ted. I spent weeks contemplating ways to scrounge up the money or win tickets, and then I just gave up because it felt like it just wasn’t meant to be this time around – there would always be another time, way down the road in the future. And just like that, they appear! Fate can be funny sometimes :-) And by funny I mean freaking awesome. Man, we’re going to enjoy the heck out of this!

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So, tonight – Our Town, tomorrow – Cirque Du Soleil, Thursday – mass & basement organizing, Friday – our 6 month anniversary (!!!) and Ted’s parents come into town, Saturday – another 5k walk we’re registered for and family time, Sunday – Easter, and in between all this, work. Soooooo, when again did I think I was going to have time this month to restart my theatre career? Maybe I’ll get lucky and things will just fall into place, just like those Cirque tickets.

P.S. I’d like to extend a big old Thank You! to God, the llamas, and to the kind and benevolent CCM grad who just made my soggy, dreary, and exhausting day a heck of a lot brighter! Time to think up a way to pay it forward!

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That Man of Mine

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My husband. I love that man.

He doesn’t complain too much when I drift over to his side of the bed within 15 minutes of us falling asleep and drape myself across him spider-monkey style, leaving him with nothing but a minuscule sliver of personal sleeping space on the far left side of the bed and absolutely no air or blood circulation whatsoever. And then stay there. All night. Breathing hot air on him. When our bedroom is already nearly 80 degrees. He hasn’t shoved me to the floor, yet. Though I’m certain he’s considered it. Multiple times a night. That’s love.

Sometimes, between suspiciously inquiring about the spiciness of my dinner intentions to make sure I didn’t add something as ludicrous as hot sauce or, God forbid, red pepper flakes to our meals, requesting homemade pie for dessert nearly every single night with a hopeful, childish look on his face, and ragging on the lavender fabric softener I use when doing laundry, he hugs me tight and thanks me for making such wonderful dinners, for cleaning the house, for doing the laundry, for packing lunches every day, and for all I do around our home in addition to working. And I thank him for working 257 hours in February so that we can live in this house that I so hopelessly fell in love with one warm October afternoon.

Occasionally, when we’re both crammed into our one tiny little bathroom, huddled around our one tiny little pedestal sink, trying to get ready for bed and brush our teeth at the same time without elbowing the crap out of each other or falling backwards into the shower, he’ll take stock of our life together and mutter, completely bewildered: “This is so weird. Ted doesn’t get married! How am I married!?” Except, apparently, he does get married. Despite the fact that he never thought he would. He doesn’t mean it in a negative or regretful way. He just says it with such awe and amusement, with a halo of stars circling his head as he tries to comprehend how on Earth this came to be. Kind of like the coyote after the roadrunner drops an anvil on his head. It’s pretty cute.

Every now and then, on an exceedingly rare Saturday when I have to go to work and he doesn’t, instead of sleeping til 11 a.m. and scarfing cereal straight from the box and planting himself firmly on the couch for a marathon of boxing or racing or “end of the world” movies, he’ll take the trash out, or pay the bills, or turn the clocks back, or organize the basement, or surprise me and print our wedding photos and add them to picture frames around the house when I haven’t had time to do it. I’d certainly understand if he opted instead to laze around the house and do nothing but enjoy his time alone, but it’s sweet of him to do it all because he knows it would be helpful.

Yesterday he came home from work and took one look at the totally awesome royal blue flowered ankle-strap sandals I’d dug out of my summer clothing storage in celebration of the lovely spring weather and proclaimed that they, along with my favorite white flower headband, were, and I quote, “floofy and hideous.” I think they’re both quite stylish and charming. I promised I’d wear them more often. Together. At CCM and in public. You’re welcome, honey.

I love to obsessively pick up any miscellaneous, what I deem “clutter” I see lying randomly about the house and put it away, this includes Ted’s coasters, Ted’s wallet, keys, phone and glasses, Ted’s slippers, Ted’s sweatshirt, and usually anything and everything else of Ted’s that he doesn’t want me to move because he put it there for a reason. I also may or may not have accidentally cut the roots off the bamboo plants Ted handpicked for our wedding when I was changing their water. In my defense, I really didn’t mean to! In turn he likes to eat all the stalks of string cheese out of the refrigerator by the handful and plop completely random crap like frozen garlic bread, chocolate coated marshmallow Easter bunnies, green grapes, shelled peanuts, and herring in wine sauce into the grocery cart when he’s hungry and I’m not looking thus tripling our grocery bill and thwarting my attempts to feed us healthy at least 97.5% of the time . Sometimes you just gotta annoy the hell out of each other, you know? It keeps the romance fresh.

And every now and then he makes some of his crazy noises and laughs when I try to imitate them. Or tells a funny joke or sprouts useless facts and knowledge. Or lovingly smiles at me. Or squeezes my hand during church. Or shares the couch blankets with me when he knows I’m cold. Or comes home from work unexpectedly early and makes my entire day so much better.

I love that man.

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Foodie Friday

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I spent yesterday deep in turmoil and debate as to whether this Friday’s post should be entitled “Fail Friday” in tribute to all the stupid shenanigans I’ve seen people pull this past week, or if my love of yumyums would win out and I’d be leaning towards “Foodie Friday.” I guess the food won, but I’ll indulge you with my top three fails of the week anyhow. 1) Not only allowing your child to dangerously run up the down escalator like a hooligan in a busy, public place, but stretching it just one inch further toward the Idiot of the Year award and doing it yourself. 2) 40-year-old women taking ridiculous, flashy and embarrassing pictures of themselves in public and loudly proclaiming how excited they are to post them on Facebook. Please remember that you are no longer a misguided youth and those foolish and desperate pleas for attention should have ceased by the age 25. And take a moment to re-evaluate your enlarged ego as well. 3) Paying for $15 worth of purchases with a $100 bill is obnoxious. Cut it out. All of you.

Onto Foodie Friday!

I’ve been hankering for a bit of home lately so today I’m making my Texas chili recipe! It’s chock full of red, yellow and green peppers, onion, a generous helping of fresh garlic, lean ground beef, kidney beans, chili beans, tomatoes, chili powder, cumin, and hot sauce. Served up with freshly baked cornbread, and topped with cheese and cilantro, it’s perfect for pretty much any occasion. And the smell that fills our home as it simmers in the crockpot all day isn’t too bad either ;-)

Also, I may or may not be slightly addicted to the Goldfish Cinnamon grahams. They’re just like cinnamon Teddy Grahams….only they’re goldfish, which makes them much more desirable. They’re tasty and everyone should go pick up a bag right now….or send us some.

If I weren’t so lazy (or rather, if I didn’t have 7,000 other things to do, making this a super not important priority), I’d love to make some brownies oozing with caramel for dessert tonight. Mmmm….

That’s really all I have for you today. Hope you have a relaxing Friday and a fun weekend ahead of you to look forward to!

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Spring is for Lovers

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I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve never really appreciated the spring season. I’m definitely a summer and autumn kind of girl – I attribute this to growing up in Texas, where every season is summer and the leaves seldom change colors as brilliantly as up North or treat us to a proper autumn until at least early December. I’m not starstruck for fragrant blossoms or pastels and I certainly didn’t spend my days dreaming of a spring wedding cloaked in baby pink and white springtime accents. Its just never been my thing. Possibly because I’ve never desperately craved the relief of a mild, sweet spring after a long, grueling winter of constant ice and snow until now, or perhaps because in Texas spring is uncomfortably cold and moist in the mornings and sweltering my mid-afternoon, leaving you always improperly dressed and set to shed layers at a moment’s notice only so you can haul around sweaters all day long. Either way, I’ve never actually looked forward to spring until this year.

But spring in Ohio is different – a welcome change after a harsh winter. The breeze is steady and cool, the sun shines brightly, the rain active, and the temperatures in the 60s and 70s. Beautiful flowers bloom – seas of daffodils are everywhere, little purple buds and dandelions litter our healthy green grass, and the trees are coated in cream, purple and yellow blossoms that scatter wildly and swirl when the wind blows. While all of this is perfectly lovely, my favorite things so far have been the food, animals, and activities that accompany the season. I think it’s safe to say that I have a newfound appreciation for spring in the midwest.

Often, there are large, tabby-cat sized brown bunnies with soft, floppy ears and white cotton tails that frolic in the grass of the yard that lines our driveway. They scarf dandelions and scurry up the driveway when Ted revs the engine of the car. I will begin my ritual of bribing them with carrots and lettuce asap. Just having them around is  cheerful, though I’m sure I’ll be regretting that comment as soon as I plant the seeds for our potted vegetable garden on Friday and our veggies begin mysteriously disappearing…

I’ve also learned to anticipate the joyful activities that come when the snow melts and the sun shines – like our first time shooting hoops to the tune of “Cincinnati” (instead of “Horse”) after work in the run-down basketball court at the base of our driveway where blacktop meets The Secret Garden. Ted pulled out and cleaned up his grill yesterday, a surefire sign that delicious cookouts and cold drinks are in our near future. He also attached the water bottle cage to my bike, Carmela. I can’t wait to take her for a long ride along the Bass Island Trail soon! And today I packed a lunch of plump, sweet blackberries, hearty cinnamon grahams, string cheese, fresh lettuce leaves, and homemade chicken salad full of dried cherries, almonds, red and green grapes, parsley, onion, ginger and lemon – a refreshing break from soups, lean pockets and other hot winter fare. I’m also loving the appearance of fresh rhubarb, peaches, berries, and melons in the produce section. They’ll make a nice addition to the herbs and veggies I’m hoping to pull from our garden this summer.

My books of choice lately have been memoirs, as usual, but this time they’re exceptional travel memoirs from author Mary Morris. I reviewed and recommended her book The River Queen (about her travels on a houseboat down the Mississippi River) on this blog a few weeks ago. She has three other travel memoirs out – Nothing to Declare: Memoirs of a Woman Traveling Alone, Wall to Wall: From Beijing to Berlin by Rail, and Angels and Aliens: A Journey West. I’m only about a quarter of the way through Nothing to Declare, but already it is a fantastic read, just like The River Queen was. Perfect for those thirsty for a great adventure and her writing style is so comfortable. I’m certain I’ll be reserving the other two at the library shortly. For now they satisfy my desire to locate about ten thousand dollars and see the world. For the foodies out there, she also ocassionally includes mouth-watering descriptions of dishes from all over that inspire me to locate similar recipes online or design my own creations. Since we don’t have a spare ten thousand dollars lying about, it’s a suitable substitute for now.

I can’t quite pinpoint exactly why spring in the midwest is so much nicer than in Texas, but I’m definitely finding things to enjoy about it for what seems like the first time in my life, though I’ll always be a summer and autumn girl! I’ll alert you to my first firefly sighting when it happens ;-)

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Bugs & BAM

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When I last spoke of all the glorious Ohio summery things I was looking forward to, I apparently neglected to mention, or even realize, something I was not going to be anxiously awaiting the imminent arrival of. Bugs. Loudly-buzzing, rapidly-flying, ceiling-crawling, fang-bearing, blood-sucking, fright-inducing, biting-and-stinging, death-defying bugs. Much like the one that I found IN MY PANTS last night.

I know.

Yesterday afternoon I was being a good homeowner and responsible citizen and attempting to pull our wheeled toter trashcan up the driveway and to the curb. Attempting. Upon opening the garage door and spotting three of the biggest, roundest, fattest, flying bugs I have ever seen in my near vicinity (they were looking especially hungry, might I add), I quickly retreated back inside and decided that that one little old measly bag of trash didn’t really need to make it to the curb. I tried two more times within the next hour-and-a-half or so but, alas, they were out to get me. Long story short, I waited until dusk when I thought they had hunkered down for the night and toted the trash to the curb just as Ted pulled in the driveway, home early (yay!).

I started to explain these strange, gigantic creatures to him, claiming that they clearly must be some venomous freak-of-nature, native only to Cincinnati, and how I had no idea what they could possibly be because I, for one, had never seen such a fat bug. At that moment the creature in question (let’s just call him Beluga) appeared. Ted informed me that Beluga was….a honey bee. A bee. That’s it. Just a simple honey bee and not a mutant beast. For real, friends, I have never seen such an enormous bee in my life. Texas bees are like ants compared to these suckers. What kind of messed-up honey are they tanking up on up here? Anyhow my husband and hero, the bee-killer, set to work on Beluga & Company with a fly swatter. I know. I was hiding in the garage and he’s out there stirring up trouble with a pack of bees that could devour him in one sitting with a flimsy little fly swatter. But the man has a sense of adventure (or maybe no sense at all) and good aim. Two down. Liquid killer spray for the nest is on the grocery list.

Anyway, back to the real reason you’ve continued to read this far – the bug in my pants. Right. So I was minding my own business, standing in our bedroom folding the laundry I’d just taken out of the dryer, still thinking about the ferociousness of those darn honey bees. I reached into the basket, pulled out my black pair of pants and gave them a good shake before I started to fold them. Out pops a wasp, who bounces off my arm and lands like 3″ away from me on the pillow. GAME OVER. I leaped from the room in one mighty bound and charged downstairs to the basement to retrieve the fly swatter, leaving Ted to clamor into the bedroom and babysit the beast until the fly swatter arrived. The little devil must have come in through the dryer vent, survived the 40-minute carnival ride, made himself at home in my pants, and then decided to come out for a breath of fresh air. I gingerly, and with major trepidation, folded the rest of the laundry. I’m just relieved Ted came home unexpectedly early last night, or else I’d have had to deal with it myself spend the evening in the car. Is nothing safe anymore!? Stay out of our dryer vent!!! Following all these shenanigans, I also spotted a giant black ant traipsing across our kitchen ceiling last night. Excellent. 3 bugs in one day. That is definitely my limit.

So, here’s what I’m not looking forward to for the next six months – bugs in our house. Bugs outside of our house. Bugs in our laundry. Bugs in our yard. Bugs anywhere near me. Thanks, house, for your clear lack of sealing or insulation, thus thwarting your ability to keep the critters out. We need a cat. And thank you also to my husband, the bug killer, who will apparently be busy for the next 180 days swatting insects (since he won’t allow a bug-catching cutie by the name of Sancho to come live with us…). Don’t feel too bad for him though, I pay in good home cooking, pie and cuddles. Ted, not Sancho. Sancho is paid in turkey baby food.

Okay, onto BAM.

So last Friday night CCM at UC held their annual moving lights show called BAMMMMM (apparently the more M’s the better, I’ve been told, since it doesn’t actually stand for anything that we know of and everyone tacks on as many M’s as they please). The show is regionally, if not nationally, known and recognized. Moving light companies and rental houses donate a few dozen, several-thousand dollar moving lights to the lighting students at CCM for a week to do a major class project for their Automated Lighting class that results in a show. Essentially each student in the class selected two songs of their choosing, one fast and one slow, and using the moving lights, choreographed and programed a lighting show to the music. It’s pretty awesome! To see all the wild things these lights can do is truly incredible – they can make any shape, design, pattern, or color. They can be narrow and wide and swivel to any angle. It was like a little rock concert, only it focused on awesome technology with the music as the background, instead of the other way around. To program a 5-minute songs takes about 7 hours. I had three definite favorites that really stood out to me. My favorite piece was designed and programed by a student who started off in the program as a dancer then changed her specialization to become a lighting student. The movement of the lights fit the music so perfectly most likely because, as a dancer, she is keenly aware of the timing between movement and music.

Anyhow, there are many, many videos of BAMM moving lights shows on Youtube (search “CCM BAMM”) from 2007-2010 that past CCM students have posted to share their projects, but here are snippets of three songs from the 2010 production, just so you can get a feel for the crazy amount of work that goes into designing and programing with automated technology, all the incredible things these moving lights can do, and how much they can enhance a theatre or dance production. (P.S. – on the middle video, you’ll have to click on it to watch it directly from the YouTube website).

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