Another busy weekend

I thought things were supposed to slow down in January? Hibernate, watch a lot of DVD’s, sleep, read. Things I looked forward to in December. Well, we went bowling again this weekend, and I have to say my game improved a ton over last week. Paul’s did too. But, let’s just say mine was better and leave it at that. We also had a Settlers of Catan game night on Saturday. We played the Seafarer’s version, which Paul gave me for Christmas. The board dynamics change completely – more islands, strategies, and most especially…time. Sunday night we checked out The Editors show at the Pabst. Music was good; light show was awful. It kind of ruined the whole night. A well-intentioned British pop invasion goes bad. Lead singer (Tom Smith) sounded like Morrissey, though, whom I have liked since 8th grade. I played a little when I got home and realized it was only the live Tom Smith that sounded like Morrissey; the CD sounds nothing like Mr. Mo. Made the night a little bit better, though, to fall asleep to “Every Day is Like Sunday” – on a Sunday, no less.

Now, I plan to rest up for next weekend – 2 birthday parties, a superbowl pre-party, furniture shopping, and a superbowl party. I’m glad there’s a coffee shop on almost every corner here in town…


Who’s your inner rock chick?

Thankfully, I’m not Brit-Brit! Who are you?
Credit for this find goes to Paul’s sister at Knitilicious.

All guys dream about you
And all the girls want to be you
“Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be”

Busy Weekend

Wow. I’m glad I had a day off from work. I needed to recuperate from a long weekend:

Friday: Margaritas and Bowling
The margaritas came with dinner at Riviera Maya. I say “came with” because it was Mexican food, and don’t margaritas always come with tacos and burritos? And why go with single glasses when it’s more efficient to order a pitcher – for two people. Well, these ‘ritas were top notch – turns out they’re known for their tasty drinks. Pretty much kicked my gluteas, and consequently affected both Paul and my bowling games later in the evening. Bowling was at Bay View Bowl, where we met up with former co-workers and their spouses/families. Lots of fun, but again, too much to much margaritas.

Saturday : the “Three Girls and their Buddy” Concert
Friends from Chicago came up to enjoy a concert at the Pabst Theater here in Milwaukee. This was exciting, as most music headliners that come through Milwaukee also stop in Chicago. Not so in this case. The show consisted of Patty Griffin, Emmylou Harris, Sean Colvin and Buddy Miller. They did accoustic versions of some of their songs, each offering harmony/back-up for one another. Patty and Emmylou shined, as did Buddy Miller, who I was unfamiliar with. I highly recommend that you grab a Patty or Emmylou CD, so you’ll know what I’m talking about. And, seeing my Chicago friends in Milwaukee was also nice! We went to Tutto for dinner and grabbed drinks at Water Buffalo after the show, all full of great conversation.

Sunday: Happy Packer Sunday!
I was a lucky girl on Sunday. Paul asked me to join him for the Packers NFC Championship game in Green Bay. That’s Green Bay, Wisconsin. In January. Where the weather regularly drops below zero for weeks at a time. Yep. That’s where I was! On the sacred frozen tundra of La-La-La-La-Lambeau Field. And it was awesome! Yes, temps got to -4, with a windchill that made it feel like -20, but I was warm and toasty in newly purchased snow pants and face mask, several layers of long underwear, fleece, hand/toe warmers, and insulation from everyone around me. We were packed in tight in all directions. Sadly, the Packers lost, but it was truly a memorable day, and one I’m glad I got to be a part of. I am a lucky girl!


Not feeling well today:
1) Head cold – why am I so whiny about this cold thingy? Don’t I have anything better to think about? World hunger? Toxic waste? Shrinking ozone? The prevalence of corn in our diets?
2) PMS – I think I forgot what cramps felt like. Again, I don’t have anything better to think about.
3) Email (that’s with an “e”) – I received 58 emails sent to the wrong Kelley today. Why? Because of operator error. She’s a “y” and I’m an “ey”. Why is this so hard to comprehend? Seriously…

Why my day wasn’t all bad:
1) World Market sells wine in 6oz. bottles. Can anyone say “portion control”? Say it with me. No more uncorked bottles staring you down; making you drink it all in one sitting; making you feel bad that you’re letting it slowly ferment to vinegar. Oh, the pressure! So, these little gems are great. Pick one up the next time you’re out and about.
2) Blythe makes me happy. I have postcards from her and they always make me smile. Thanks, Blythe!

The contact lens that almost wasn’t

Happy 2008! It’s a good time for me to begin a blog – new year, new job, new take on life – can you smell that positive energy? Smells like rainbows, right? I started a blog at the beginning of last year, but it petered out miserably because I didn’t have the time or ideas to add any depth to my entries (basically, a very pathetic existence at the beginning of 2007). But, my dear sweet Bella T recently got me hooked on reading hers, and has acted as my inspiration to starting this one (well, maybe a kick in the pants would put it more accurately).  So, while I figure out how I’m going to manage this site I will share a mediocre story from today.

6:45am: I popped in new contacts. It was supposed to be a good thing, as it was a bright shiny new pair that were going to allow me to see the world without floaties or irritation. You’ve been there, right? I immediately noticed a semi-uncomfortable feeling on the left eye, but chalked it up to the newness of the lens, and how my eye just needed to go through an “adjustment” period. Like when you buy a new bra and it’s uncomfortable at first, but after a couple of wearings and a couple of runs through the laundry (causing it to shrink to the size that you actually are), it fits perfect! 

12:55pm: For some reason (semi-blame will go to the fact that I was running late this morning, and unable to caffeinate myself until 12:14pm), I allowed the lens irritation to continue through lunch – the irritation that caused my eye to water uncontrollably and become bloodshot and glassy and puffy and smeared most of my eye make up onto the sleeve of my sweater (I look like I do drugs? Me? No! I never touch the stuff!). Now, part of the reason I turned a blind eye (no pun intended) to the condition of my eyes, was because I have a head cold and thought they were tearing up becauase it was part of the whole cold thing.

12:56pm: While looking in the rearview mirrow of my car as I got back from lunch, I popped the contact out, turned it the right way and reinserted it.

12:57pm: Instant relief. The remainder of my day was spent in bliss – no tears, no glassiness, no constant irritation. Just pure relief – which is what it should have felt like at 6:46am. Oh well.