Friday, July 30, 2010

Buy'n Chicken

I was hanging out with this guy yesterday while his mom was at work.
We went and ran a few errands and got him a special treat, and then we were going home to BBQ hamburgers.
B: Uncle Steve gonna be there for hamergers
Me: No buddy, Uncle Steve is working out of town right now
B: No Uncle Steve
Me: No Uncle Steve
B: Why Uncle Steve working out of town
Me: Uncle Steve has to bring home the bacon, that is why he is working out of town.
B: Oh, Uncle Steve working out town bring home bacon.
Me: That is right buddy.
Later that night when his mom showed up...
Me: B- Where is Uncle Steve?
B: Working out town
Me: Why?
B: Buy'n chicken.
Uncle Steve buys that to, so it is still accurate.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


When I came home from The Indiana, I smuggled in some contraband. Nothing to dangerous in my mind, only some basil. It is doing wonderfully, so I thought I would share it.

Considering this was only 2 or 3 inches tall when I smuggled it into CA, and my house likes to kill all plants, I am very proud of this.


The husband finally left for one. Thank God.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


I would like to start by saying I am a firm believer of communication. So much so, that I majored in it when I went to college. Through the process of going to school, actually probably long before that, I have taken a more liberal stance on, "Don't let the sun go down on your anger." I chose to believe that sometimes it is better to give it a day, because there comes a time when NOTHING productive is happening in your anger.

For instance, you are not supposed to talk about serious things that might cause an argument, or argue if:

-One of both of you is tired
-One or both of you are hungry
-One or both of you has had to much to drink
-One or both of you do not have enough time to finish the talk

Last week it came to a point with the husband and myself that nothing productive was happening in an intense conversation we were having. A conversation that we have had many times before. So, I left. Seriously, I left for the night. I actually went and crashed at his best friends house (who was out of town and leaves the door unlocked, so I knew no one would be there and I could crash there in peace and quiet).

Let me also tell you, I was so angry that I was not going to go back home until he called me. I was getting ready to be gone for a few days, because, I thought that is how long it would take him to call me.

Luckily, for me and him he called me the afternoon of day one. Earlier in the day, I had told myself that I wasn't going to answer the phone, I was going to make him sweat it out a little bit, that is how confident I was about my position.

Then, I realized that I would be passive-aggressive if I did that, and the communication queen in me would not allow myself to do that, even if I wanted him to sweat.

So, he called me that afternoon of day one.

Me: Hello
Husband: Hello
Me: Hello
Husband: I am a hundred times sorry.
Me: Is that your way of telling me you want me to come back home.
Husband: Yes, please come home. I am sorry.
Me: Um, Okay, I guess we will talk about the rest of this later. I love you.
Husband: I love you too. Talk to you tonight.

I was at the wedding office while this whole thing was going down, so I did not feel the need to go into it any further at this point. However, when I got home these were waiting for me.

So, we talked about it later that night. And even though the sun went down on our anger, we still talked about it. I asked the husband why he let me leave, and he said at that point he knew he deserved for me to leave. I responded with a chuckle, so you let me leave to punish yourself??? He said, yep.

Crazy. Sometimes I just don't get boys.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Twinkle Toes

I have become much more mellow than I used to be. I used to wear a lot of bright colors (now it is mostly white, black and gray), bright eyeshadow, and anything else fun and exciting that I could think of. Some think my earrings are a bit crazy, but, they aren't that crazy.

I say all of this to point out, that my toes are the only place that I really go for bright and crazy colors anymore. Most frequently on my toes you will see deep purples, pinks, greens and blues. Light pastel colors are rare on my toes.

So, when I went with a girlfriend to get a pedicure this last week, my first one since being in 'The Indiana,' I knew I wanted a bright and fun color. I was hoping for something that I did not have at home, and here is what I found-

I love the bright orange. I told the husband I did it in honor of him so he would go on a fire. I don't think he considered this sincere. Kind of surprising since so many firefighters are very superstitious.

Might not go the best with high heels and dress pants, but I still love them.
I would also like to point out that normally at this point in the summer my flip-flop tan lines cannot be ignored. However, I have been wearing a variety of shoes this summer, not just my standard flip-flops, and my nearly lack of flip-flop tan lines are showing for it.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Backyard Hamburger Throwdown

Some of you may know, we had a Hamburger Throwdown over 4th of July.
We have been planning this for the last month, well, really since Super Bowl when Steve and Rebecca had a stuffed mushroom throwdown that Steve won.

All of the entries, Phil, Steve (aka The Husband) and Rebecca.

Phil smoking he and Rebecca's hamburgers.

Fierce Competition.

The Winner!

* They decided before that whoever lost would drive to and from the A's game we are planning on going to later this month. The Husband has kindly nominated me to drive in hopes that he will be on a fire. I am politely declining since it was his competition, not mine.

Friday, July 2, 2010

It's Tough

It's tough being a kid in the middle of summer.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

July 1st

July 1st, and no fires... I have been graced with the husbands presence all month. Good times, except for the fact that we need the money...