Sunday, February 26, 2012

2012, you say?

Apparently I'm 56 days late for my "hooray, it's a new year and a new me!" post.  Surprise surprise.  Still old me.

Life isn't particularly exciting -- my reasons for not blogging don't involve super cool adventures/activities, and it certainly wasn't any sort of internet protest (all the cool people seem to be eschewing social media, ironically announcing their superiority silence prior to shutting down).  I have, however, been indulging in some good hibernation season activities, both of which make me feel the slightest bit high-brow and snooty!  HAHA!!

Have you, like all the fanciest of folk, watched Downton Abbey yet?  Because I totally have.  I'm the most smartest after watching it. And it's like so awesome.  I feel like I need to follow it up by reading Tolstoy and Beowulf, and listening to NPR and other hoity toity stuff like that.

Oh wait, I don't even know how to spell hoity toity.  Hmphf.

In all seriousness, it's a fabulous drama full of intrigue.  I think if you like Mad Men you'll love this -- period costumes and settings, social commentaries that make you wonder about life in those times, and a healthy dose of "oh no he didn't!" and "She's hookin up with being courted by who?"  Watch the show.  Season 1 (only 7 eps) is on Netflix Instant, and Season 2 (just finished! 7 eps) is on PBS.org for free thru March 6th! Easy peasy.





My other indulgence has been reading.  I read four books in two weeks.  And you might think me an intellectual.  I read the first three in six days and thought myself an intellectual.... until I opened the fourth and found that it WASN'T in large print (and hadn't been housed in the "young adult" section of the book store).  Here I'd thought I was some amazingly fast reader...  Books 1-3 were The Hunger Games series (super addicting, loved the story, could have been written better) and #4 was The Help (perfect in almost every way).  Read them both.  C'mon, it only takes two weeks!

The Hunger Games was a series I'd heard about through various people, but mostly from those who'd read Harry Potter.  They said "Oh if you liked Harry Potter, you'll love this series! And they're making it a movie!" Honestly, the fact that it was going to come out as a movie (in 4 weeks, no less!) was quite the motivator -- you see, I JUST read the HP series this fall and always seem to be the last to find out about good books, often after they're made into movies, so I was happy to be ahead of the game on this!  Don't miss your chance!!!  You have 4 weeks to read the first book (which took me less than 24 hrs). Don't let anyone spoil any of the story and try to avoid the trailers as it's much more fun to create in your own mind :-)

Also noteworthy on this: Brian loved them.  He's a big fan of post-apocalyptic dystopian society stories, and while they may not tell you on the dust jacket (perhaps not appealing to young adults?), that's exactly what this story is.  I do wish that the author had fleshed out the stories a bit more and made them longer.  I think my smarty pants brain could have handled some smaller print.




Did I mention I also had lots of glasses of wine during this period?  Because I did.




Thursday, December 29, 2011

What are you doing New Years


This is exactly what I want for the end/start of a year!  Woop woop!!!  Oh wait... no thanks.

We had originally planned on heading to Stevens Point, WI to a cabin with friends Joel & Kelsey for a fun filled weekend of hot tubbing, good food, lots of funny moments and our fair share of alcoholic beverages.  But now we're not.

INSERT SAD FACE.

Because of our need for budgeting with home-buying on the horizon, we opted out of this magnificent event.  And we're totally missing out.  I hope they don't have any fun without us.

Instead, we are partaking in the repeat of one of my favorite NYE ever, the Adult Pajama Party at Kate & Tyge's.  I don't think the recreation will surpass the greatness of the first (NYE 2009) but I think it'll be pretty awesome.  The pajamas were totally my idea, btw.  Because I'm a lazy motherf*cker who loves a good pair of flannel pants.  Kate's planning a "Vices" theme with stations set up -- shots at one, sweets at another, cigars on the deck, hookers in the guest room..... could be a good time!

Possibly one of the greatest parts of this NYE is the fact that I TOOK SATURDAY OFF!!!!!  ***head explodes***

Who wants to give me a high five?  Aw, thanks Olive!



Say hello to my lil' frien.

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Oh hey! I wrote a blog post and it disappeared.

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So, what's new with you?

To the point.  I have a list on my right menu of blogs that I follow.  Most of them are people I know, one of them is ridiculously awesome, and it happens to be the one on the very bottom that last updated TWO YEARS AGO.  I am Lemish.... well, SHE is Lemish, and she is my favorite!

Lemish is a bff that I met a few years ago in a really dorky way.  Let's skip that.  She is one of my favorite people on Earth, and I demand you read her hilarious insanity and encourage her to return to the internetz.  I shouldn't even say that as if she's left because she's RIGHT THERE.  Every day.  Hi Lemish.  Wave to the nice people.  I know you're watching. 

Lemish posted this to me a few weeks back regarding my own blogging:
"So eventually there will be dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, right? Replace the first dinosaur with blog posts, and the second dinosaur with blog. Oh, and get rid of tour. Also, dinosaurs."


Here's where you should start: this post about funny stuff.  Or this post about Jesus and dinosaurs and other stuff. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Lemish

Monday, December 26, 2011

Obligatory Christmas Post.

Christmas happened, and now it's over. And I'm kinda... sorta... glad. I've busted my arse for work, hosted inlaws, attended two separate Christmas gatherings and churched it up. I can't tell you how good it feels to hang out on the couch with my husband and not do a thing! (Well, we're watching LOTR, so that counts as something!) 

All dramatics aside, we had a great Christmas. Lots of family, lots of fun and a moving and beautiful church service (summary below). Here are some pictures, all from my iPhone (the old kind), and all but one at my Uncle Russ' farm in Lonsdale, MN.  Rest in peace, Russ.

Basilica of St Mary, Minneapolis - a gorgeous midnight Mass!!  It started with the choir singing our engagement song and wedding processional, Ave Maria (Franz Biebl), which made us both tear up.  The church started dark but all in attendance held a candle and shared the light with those surrounding.  But the combination of the choir, the organ and the brass was what truly lit the cavernous church. Father Bauer spoke saying something along the lines of "Whatever brings you here, whether it's tradition, personal need, curiousity or just to appease a family member WELCOME HOME." 
The Farm - Lonsdale, MN


This statue of Mary holding a rosary has been there for decades.  It's both adorable (she's in a little house!) and meaningful, and what a flashback it was to visit her.

 
We all abandoned the bonfire to enjoy the gorgeous sunset -- a 45 degree day in Minnesota on Christmas? Lovely.

Monday, December 19, 2011

It's a funny story....

:::sobs:::

So, I lost my wedding ring.

















Yep.

I recently concluded that wearing my ring is a major pain in the ass whenever I try to put on gloves at work before applying or washing out a hair color, which is to say VERY OFTEN.  Every time I would pull one on my left hand, my ENORMOUS DIAMOND would slice a major hole in it, I'd be too busy to get a new one, I'd end up with a big brown color blotch on my hand. I looked like I had the bubonic plague (or perhaps had been wearing the Resurrection Stone a la Dumbledore. No? Sorry).

Then came Thursday.  In a whirlwind with my last client (she's family, love her, but her hair was a bit of a project that night), I'd removed my ring and put it either on my station (we have a tool tray that we use so we don't accidentally knock things over) OR in my pocket.  That day we were allowed to wear jeans for a special charity event.  I thought I'd put it in my jeans.... or had I?

Friday morning, I went to get ready for work and noticed I didn't have it... looked in the usual places and concluded that I'd just set it at work and would find it there smiling, sparkling, happy to see me.  It wasn't.  So then I told myself that it was at home, happy, content, waiting for my return.  It wasn't.  I told my husband my dilemma and he, like me, was teetering between "I'm sure it'll turn up!" and "HOLY SHIT."  He looked in my usual places and once again, we decided it must be at work.

I showed up for work Saturday with a knot in my stomach and a confused left hand.  I checked my station, knowing I wouldn't find it, and it truly then hit me: my ring was L O S T.  I had to reach out - I went into our breakroom and wrote on our white board "Urgent: Has anyone seen my wedding ring?! -Traycina" and left it at that.  My coworkers freaked out, asking me about it all day.  "Is this a joke?" "Did you find it?" "I bet it's in the laundry!" "OMG! What are you going to DO?!" (gotta love the ones who ask questions like that in a stressful situation.)  I even had a coworker kind of awkwardly try to hide it from my husband when he stopped in later, not knowing that I'd told him.  She's the one I'll ask to help hide a dead body someday ;-)

We came home after my super long day and my spirits were pretty low.  I'd forget about it for a few minutes and then remember and get REALLY sad.  We decided to check the laundry again, but this time go through it SUPER thoroughly.  We pulled out every item one by one, shook it, checked pockets, and shook it again.

FUNNY SIDE STORY:  2 years ago, B lost his ring in our last apartment.  It was gone.  We searched, same deal, didn't find it, ordered a replacement after about 2 weeks.  Mere days after ordering it, he finds the ring in the pocket of a clean pair of dress pants, which had been washed, dried, and hanging upside down in the closet for that entire time..... so we were meticulous about the laundry, as you can imagine.

We didn't find my ring, though.  I kept trying to find that glimmer of "I'm sure it'll turn up!" but it was dim.  I said a prayer to Saint Anthony, because my Catholic guilt made me.  My rings, after all, had been blessed by a priest in a Catholic church! Shouldn't there be some sort of tracking device?

B tried to cheer me up today, which was nice -- making jokes, being goofy.  We turned on Love Actually and wrapped presents, getting a little Christmas spirit going.  B, standing behind me, starts to whine about his hands hurting.  He has horribly dry hands from being a big hand-washer, and was complaining about how cracked they were.  I started to lecture him, looked down at his leprous knuckles, and saw a sparkly diamond ring...

:::sobs:::

He found it clanking around in the dryer (my husband does laundry, and no you can't have him).  Once again, he saves me from myself.  I cried, he cried, it was like a second proposal (except without the choir and the rainbows (yep, I had those at my proposal because I'm AWESOME)).

I said yes :-)