Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I know, I rarely let my friends be cuter than me. I made an exception in this instance. I also tend not to wear make-up, put on responsible clothes or brush my hair when I am on vacation. As evidenced below....
Ugh, she is such a camera hog. That crazy dog. She is also really strong. And kinda heavy (shhh... she is a bit sensitive about that.) Both of these things prove problematic given that she likes to sit on my lap.
At the moment, her favorite hobbies include playing with plastic bottles, sniffing trash cans, following me through the house, laying on her new doggie bed and whipping Shamu through the air. Warning: get to close and you will be hit with a slobbery splash zone.
Yes, our dog has a stuffed shamu. This should be of no surprise to anyone. Now if I could get her to pay rent, she could totally move in with me. I will not mentioned that my dad said she is a total Greene girl. Which came with a "good luck getting one of them to pay rent!" Thanks Dad.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Clearly, gifts must be wrapped is a presentable fashion. The packaging is half of the present.
They also must be wrapped using the family member's designated paper. Gift tags are an unnecessary nuisance. This system eliminates the need for them all together. Unless of course you use the random Chinese take out box to wrap something. Then you need to use a gift tag. (I am willing to bet that my mom never saw that there...)
Here Emily is demonstrating the art of rolling the ribbon (to be used again next year). And she is displaying her paper for 2009. Side note: pelting ribbon rolls at others is a fun holiday pastime.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
But Saturday, I got gold. It appears that a case of interest to me is scheduled for plea in Janaury. That's right....the State of Florida v. The GIRL that broke into our house!
Yes, they caught at least one of the criminals who busted up our front door and walked out with the goods. And it appears that involved in the heist was a girl named Ariel. A girl with 38 some odd counts against her. (Yes, I am internet savvy. I looked it up.)
So, as I am telling this great and exciting news to the Monday Night Dinner crowd (all blog readers/writers, btw), Eva busts out with...
"Stop. No. Her name is Ariel. Like, Little Mermaid- Ariel?"
And then continues with, "I can just see it. She walks into your house, flips her hair and busts out with...
'Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, The girl who takes everything?"
I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got who's-its and what's-its galore
You want thing-a-mabobs?
I've got twenty
But who cares?
No big deal.
I want more...."
Oh, how I just love that Eva. She gets it. That's right Eva. I mean really, who steals? Who steals?
Monday, December 21, 2009
And then there are days when I am not.
Nothing like a little reminder from a friend to keep me grounded. To, well, keep my head/ego out of the clouds. But not out of the cloud bounce.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I didn't post this picture to blackmail Jessica. I'm not usually that cruel. No, it is posted to highlight in the far left corner the spinach artichoke dip that I am responsible for making each year. Angie passed on the recipe to me. It is a must make. Have I ever lead you astray?
See. Everyone just looks so darn happy. But this night took a turn for the worst when first Karen realized that her phone was missing. Oh, then Cari's phone was missing. Wait, what... and Angie's. And Jessica's. Something was amiss. (Quite literally.) Suddenly the few remaining party goers were tearing Cari's house apart on a mad search for missing phones. It seemed the more we looked, the more we found missing. Such as Jessica's wallet. Yes, it was no longer in her purse.
Well, Cari suddenly remembered that she left her phone with her boyfriend. So, he stopped back by the house to return it. For a brief moment, we thought that maybe our greatest fear (the one no one was willing to speak out loud) had not occurred. But when nothing else turned up, we slowly accepted the reality that there was a thief among us. A thief among friends. Such an unsettling thought.
As we sat in Cari's living room, exhausted, we reflected over the events of the evening. Our accusations kept landing on one person. The one who was a friend's guest. Well, to make it worse a friend's new boyfriend. A guy who successful creeped out nearly everyone at some point in the evening. So how do you tell a friend that you think her boyfriend is bad news? Or...what if he really didn't do it? While that is not likely, we all have a terrible taste for him in our mouths and have no ability to trust him.
So what do you do? How do you tell a friend that you think her boyfriend is a super sketchy slime ball? Without concrete evidence, that makes for one sticky situation.
But..... Cari's house sure looked great!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Yes, we are all well over TSPN and the Tebow love fest. We are all completely weirded out by the Urban/Timmy can't bare to be apart relationship. But, we know that these things shall pass. TT will head on to be an at best average quarterback in the NFL, Urban will take the job at Notre Dame (no matter what he says)and like Spurrier, we will soon forget that they ever happened.
What we cannot bear, oh lovers of all things orange, is the way you act. Kicking people when they are down is just a waste of your energy. Yes, my Alma Mater has had arguably the worst season in decades. So, when you, Mr. Random Gator College Kid, say to me in the middle of nowhere SC..."See you in two weeks" (and by "say", I mean mutter under your breath in a threatening yet, cowardly way) I almost feel sorry for you. Is it not enough for you to enjoy your winning season and just leave the rest of us alone? And that goes for all of personal acquaintances who claim the U of F. There really is no need for you not to talk to me for 5 years and then post snide remarks on my facebook wall. You may find yourself defriended if you keep that up.
While I have your attention, I know that you are now accustom to a bit of razzing for your love of the jorts. And you now wear them in a self mocking way. Fine. Whatever. But, you really should know that wearing game day attire out on the town the night before and well after the game is simply not cool. It is not necessary to demonstrate to the world that your wardrobe is limited to an orange and blue polo, khaki shorts and a visor. You look silly. For the love, put on restaurant/bar/club appropriate attire. Class it up a bit. You can do it.
Also, I do not need to hear how God made the sky blue and the sun orange. That does not make God a gator. If so, God must be really busy cheering for Auburn, Illinois, Virginia, Syracuse, UT-El Paso and Clemson (when they mix in the blue). And I really don't see that happening.
So, when those few brave Seminoles head into the Swamp on Saturday, please act like someone who has had a great run. Not with the insensitivity that you love to show so much. All. Year. Long.
A Tired Nole
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Here is what we were going to make:
You can click for instructions.
It is awesome. We can all agree on that. And Angie and I both have a thing for peacock feathers. Ever since we simultaneously drooled over the feathered place mats that Z Gallerie had last winter. So after our lovely run, we headed out on our adventure to Michael's. To hunt and gather. Well, that lasted all of 10 minutes. Because.... BAM.... there it was! The very wreath that we wanted to make with our own two (well, four) hands.
So, what did we do? Well, after ranting for a good 15 minutes in the store, we bought the wreath. In all of it's premade glory and then headed to the mall. So much for a day of crafting!
Monday, November 9, 2009
I know it just looks like a box of earrings to you. And yes, technically, it is just a box of earrings. But to me it was so so so much more than that. As many of you may recall, my jewelry box was taken when our house got broken into. And I was left with only one pair of earrings- the ones that I was wearing that day. And while I do love my gold hoops, they just don't go with every look. (and there was that one day when I forgot one... leaving me looking like a pirate.)
So, last week when I was out with a friend and she said, "I know how much jewelry means to you (well, and me), so........" And cue a sweeping gesture into her purse to reveal the cutest little white box filled with those sparkly gems. Gasp. Heart melt. I was done. No words. (shocking for me... I know.) She didn't have to go to the store and find new earrings for me.... I am sure that she would have rather bought new earrings for herself. But she did. And it meant even more than I thought it could.
Beyond that gift alone, I was reminded of how good my friends are. They are smart, witty, beautiful, caring, compassionate, supportive and thoughtful people. I really have good friends. Do I even deserve that? If even an ounce of their greatness rubs off on me....
Julia, this is your thank you. In the one form that I know you will love.
And since everyone has been asking.... here is the recipe. Go. Bake. Be happy.
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 package instant butterscotch pudding mix
2 t. baking soda
1/4 t. salt
1 T. ground cinnamon
1/2 t. ground ginger
1/2 t. ground allspice or nutmeg or cloves*
1 cup butter, room temp.
1 cup white sugar
1 cup packed brown sugar
4 eggs, room temperature
1 t. vanilla extract
1 (15 oz.) can pumpkin purée
*I am not a very scientific baker... I just dump in whatever fall spices I have on hand. Go ahead. Judge me. I dare you.
For cream cheese frosting
4 oz. cream cheese
1/2 cup butter
2 cups powdered sugar
1 t. vanilla
1 t. cinnamon
Preheat an oven to 350 degrees. Grease 24 muffin cups, or line with paper muffin liners. Whisk together the flour, pudding mix, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, ground ginger and company (see note regarding spices) in a bowl; set aside.
Beat the butter, white sugar, and brown sugar with an electric mixer in a large bowl until light and fluffy. The mixture should be noticeably lighter in color. Add the room-temperature eggs one at a time, allowing each egg to blend into the butter mixture before adding the next. Beat in the vanilla extract and pumpkin purée with the last egg. Stir in the flour mixture, mixing until just incorporated. Pour the batter into the prepared muffin cups.
Bake in the preheated oven until golden and the tops and spring back when lightly pressed, about 20 minutes. Cool in the pans for 10 minutes before removing to cool completely on a wire rack.
For icing, combine all ingredients and spread frosting on top of the cupcakes. Makes 24 cupcakes. (Makes more icing that needed. Darn, I just had to eat it by the spoonful.)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
We won. If you missed it, catch the replay tomorrow. And with that win, a little piece of their field was scooped up for sod cemetery.
Friday, October 9, 2009
But as much as I really don't like it. It is JUST hair. It really is so insignificant that I am pretty embarrassed over how much I have obsessed about it. And I am really embarrassed when I think about how it compares to the type of week that others around me have had. Yesterday, my dear friend Karyn was diagnosed with Stage 4 brain cancer. The news has hit her family and our community hard. And it whipped my petty little head into place with a much broader perspective. Karyn's diagnoses is huge and sudden and overwhelming. And really has sucked the wind out those who know her. But here is the even bigger piece, the God that loves us is SO much bigger than too blonde hair... and even SO much bigger than shocking a diagnosis.
Ever want a shift in perspective? Watch this....
Monday, October 5, 2009
We have a Stuff Christians Like Winner! Those of us who work with college students voted and we all agree. Check it out: http://stuffchristianslike.net/2009/10/631-the-campus-babysitter/#
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I was too sad to pull out my camera. And wise enough not to capture that sopping, sun scorched mess in digital form.
Dear Committee/Person/ Decision Maker(s) who declare the ____-out games, Please. I beg of you. No more. As much as I love a good theme party, the "black out" games of years past resulted in the same epic fail that we experienced yesterday at the 1st ever FSU Diddy Style "White Out". (And as Lea Marshall said in the welcome at church this morning- "we really need some white out after that game!") I do love my Seminoles. I always will. But yesterday was brutal. Noon kickoff in Tallahassee meant be in the hot hot hot stadium, only to be cooled off by the afternoon showers. So there we were hot, wet and sad. It was sloppy. The only redeeming factor was hearing the air get sucked out of the Gator nation later that evening when Tim Tebow took that hit. I really hope that Tim is alright. Because I would like to thank him for taking one for the team and making that the lead story on the TSPN (Tebow Sports Network). By 9pm, everyone forgot about FSU/USF.
Well, almost everyone.
Is it bad that when, as I was driving to church, I passed a gathering of Bulls fans waiting outside of the towing lot trying to retrive their vehicles and I giggled a little?
*photo credit: Jason Sowell
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Dane and I have a plan. And it is a good one. We are going to win the Lottery. And the earnings will allow me to be the Assistant Campus Minister at Wingate. Job duties to include keeping Dnae organized and endless coffee trips.
And at this year's beach retreat, we put this plan into action. Keep your fingers crossed! C'mon South Carolina Lottery- don't fail us now!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Last night, in the pouring rain, Jeffrey proposed to Sarah. She tried to call Emily and me...but we were at the football game. And who answers their phone at a game? In the rain?
And having been privy to fact that last night was the night, our plan was to rush home and be sitting on the couch, watching tv, wearing bridesmaid dresses when she return. Unfortunately, I recently donated my extensive collection of bridesmaid dresses. So, instead, we were there waiting with wet hair in sweatpants. Oh. so. glamorous.
For the record, her ring does not look like this:
Or like this:
It is actually very stunning and absolutely perfect for Sarah. Whew! All of those nightmares that I had where Jeffrey proposed with a hideous ring were for naught!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A small bit of the aftermath. And the reality of the night before back to set in. This place, only 7 hrs before, was full of activity. Well, and if you want to know the end of that story. Feel free to visit espn.com on your own time. Although, the sampling of messages below will be a heavy indicator.
(via gchat at 8:07am)
Travis: I was completely sober last night, yet I still feel like I was repeatedly hit with a shovel.
(also via gchat)
Meghan: Dear Miami fans, Could I please have my soul back? Love, Meghan
Julia: Miami fans, You are thugs. Hate, Julia
(from my favorite minister in NC via txt)
Dane: "You ok this morning? I hope all the starbucks in Miami burn down and they suffer really bad caffiene headaches." Oh, someone who knows me so well!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Now for Exhibit B. After deciding to grab lunch at Paradigm and spending all morning beyond giddy about it and then heading out on venture downtown, we walked up to this:
Yet another failed attempt at bliss. So to whoever is hating on us. We promise, we will be less cool, less fun and less practically perfect in every way if you just let us in! OR...we will remain all of the above AND invite you along for the fun! Deal?
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I will not neglect my blog.
I will not neglect my blog.
I will not neglect my blog.
Well, now that I got that out of the way and I have regained my readership. I am pleased to announce that my award for the best marketing campaign of 2009 goes to...... Lexus!
And here is why... Every single month, I get this little gem from them...
That's right. It is a magazine after my own selfish little heart. Complete with all the things that I love. Yes, that would be food, travel, clothes, sports, and clothes. (Mentioned twice for the obvious reason.)
And the inside cover is just so me.... I really do think that they should have called the RX, The Meghan. After all, who cares about anyone in Gainesville.