Five Things That Sparkle

the sequin tank I’m wearing at work today

 

the cranberry sparkler (in five different versions!) from Rachael’s blog

 

the gilded leaves nestled in our antique sleigh at home

 

this silver tinsel ribbon for tying up Christmas packages

 

the lights on Christmas tree where Ross proposed exactly two years ago

 

Have a fantastic weekend, all!  We’re expecting snow in Minnesota tonight – which will no doubt add a little more sparkle to our Friday <3

Arts and Crafts

When was the last time you made a paper countdown chain?

My latest is hanging on the corner of my computer monitor at work – counting down the days until our anniversary trip to Chicago. 

And its made out of legal pad paper, so you know it’s totally grown up and office appropriate.

This Time Last Year…

Lately I’ve become a bit nostalgic for October 2009. 

Last year Ross and I planned a little get away to Duluth, MN to celebrate our third dating anniversary and to capture the last bit of time we had to ourselves before the “one month ’till the wedding” madness really took over.

It was the first time we had ever taken a trip together and we had a fantastic time visiting museums, exploring our hotel and soaking up the fall scenery.
 

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A lot of fantastic things have happened in the past year including, of course, our wedding.  But does anyone else out there miss the anticipation?  Any wedding planning woes aside, I look back on the last month before our wedding with such fondness.  We were exhausted and nervous and excited all at the same time, and I think I miss it a little bit.

But what we missed out on last year, we get to take advantage of this year!  Our Duluth trip was the same weekend as Luther College Homecoming ’09, so we didn’t make our annual trip to our alma mater.  But this year, us married folk (along with several alumni buddies) are headed south for a magical weekend in Decorah, IA, or as we fondly call it, Pretendland. <3

Oh! And since the forecast for October 9 in Decorah is a balmy eighty-six degrees, I’m filing tubing down the Upper Iowa river under: “not completely off the table”.

See you on Sunday!

Tastes Like Monday

Big news, you guys…

Cupcake Monday is back.

The baker at Ross’ office has finally fired up the oven again for the fall season. Yesterday I got the text message I’ve been waiting for from Ross: CUPCAKE MONDAY!  He went on to explain that it was, “I don’t know, some kind of, uh, rosewater something?”

It tasted much fancier than Ross made it sound.

Fan Mail

 

A good friend of ours sent me this poster he whipped up after reading yesterday’s post.  I think I’ll have it printed into a real poster and hang it somewhere in the house that can’t be missed.  That way when the episode comes on where our brand new box spring for our brand new bed won’t fit up the stairs to our bedroom in our brand new (ahem, 1920’s) house I can just say: Stedman! Where’s the clicker?  I’m changing the channel. 

Facebook, The Marriage Counselor

Have you ever noticed the “Keep In Touch” box that pops up on the right sidebar of the Facebook home page?  That suggestive section will catch my eye once in a while, fulfilling the exact purpose for which it is intended – I simply haven’t contacted the person in that box in quite some time.

There are any number of reasons for why we’ve been incommunicado for the last little while, but it usually boils down to the following options:

1. Friend of a friend of a friend…whom I’ve only met once…and most likely “friended” at 2am after one too many cocktails.

2. Someone I added back in college when rackin’ up your friend count was such a big deal.

3. Someone I’m only friends with to keep tabs on (don’t lie, you’ve got a few of those too).

4.   …Who?

But this was a first.  Look who recently popped up in my “Keep In Touch” box!

 And so at Facebook’s suggestion, I reached out to my long lost husband…

 

…ball’s in his court now!

Making Move-In Memories

And here it is!  Proof that we’re still alive!  The move hasn’t killed us!  (Yet!) 

So many stories to tell you, you guys.  Ohhh, so many stories.  There have been melt downs.  There have been jumping pics.  There have been garden massacres and and paint color revelations. 

But first things first.  Let’s talk about the important stuff.  Lets talk about food. 

Immediately upon closing on our house, our refrigerator broke.  There are worse things, I know.  I know because we’ve heard the stories.  In fact, nearly every homeowner we’ve mentioned this little “inconvenience” to has told us their Oh! That’s nothing! tale of move-in woe: My water heater burst open and flooded the basement. My dryer burst in to flames and the fire department came. A tornado hit our house. 

Alright, fine. Natural disaster? Cows and bicycles and wicked witches flying to the air? We can’t beat that. 

Nonetheless, moving in without a method of keeping food cold was an issue.  We contemplated having someone repair it, talked about buying a new one, and at one point there may have been a suggestion for a 100% room temperature diet.  But here’s the deal, you guys.  I may not need things like milk or eggs or meat products. But hell if I’m drinking my new house champagne any way but chilled.  Lukewarm bubbles are nasty

So with our priorities clearly defined we knew we needed to either get our current fridge fixed or kick the old hag to the curb and bring in a younger, sexier, fully functioning model. 

It wasn’t long before we decided that we hated the current fridge – functional or not.  It was old and much too big for our kitchen.  And rather than spending God knows how much money fixing something we didn’t like, we chose to put our cash into a new appliance that should, in theory, last us longer anyway. 

So guess what?  These two twenty-four-year-olds are getting a new refrigerator installed on Thursday!  Hot Damn! 

But that’s not the point of this story.  The point of this story is to show you guys what we’ve been using in the meantime.  Because apparently, one cannot survive on red wine and macaroni and cheese alone – or so Ross says. 

Let me introduce you to my brother-in-law’s 1.8 cubic feet mini-fridge where we’re currently storing the essentials: 

 

And the best part?  The best part isn’t that it keeps my Jello pudding packs cold… 

 

…or the fact that we inexplicably chose to store a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke in this little guy. 

No, the best part is that lest we forget what it was like to sleep in the same room as your refrigerator–a refrigerator filled with crappy beer, sugary mixers and just enough Gatorade to get you to your 8am class after doing things you shouldn’t have done last night–this refrigerator comes complete with a University-issued “How to Save a Life” magnet. 

 

Because nothing says, adults! homeowners! sober neighbors! like a tutorial on the signs of alcohol poisoning.