Friday, November 25, 2011

A New Tradition

I'm the first to admit that it stinks not living near family - DO YOU HEAR THAT FAMILY!?!?  It STINKS I tell ya.  Yet we seem to put ourselves into this situation quite often.  First Prague, now Indy.  You miss out on a lot when you live far away and trying to fit in a year's worth of life over a week-long visit just doesn't cut it.  And holidays?  Bittersweet.  So last year Kev and I decided not to go anywhere for Thanksgiving and by anywhere  I mean avoided all trains, planes, and automobiles to visit family.  Instead we... dun dun dun...  Stayed put.  And it was glorious - no offense family. In fact it was so glorious we did it again this year and have officially declared it a new tradition. 

Early morning 4.5 mile Drum Stick Dash through Broad Ripple Village with 15,000 of our closest friends, then home to whip up 10 lbs. of mashed potatoes a'la Kev and 4 dozen develled eggs a'la moi while watching Packers-v-Lions.  Said potatoes and eggs have become the extent of our Thanksgiving cullinary efforts which we take next door for our Urban Family Thanksgiving with The Best Neighbors Ever.  The Best Neighbors Ever who, for most holidays, have a revolving door of family, friends, and neighbors, always with more than enough food and drink for whomever lands on their doorstep.  They are just that awesome.

Kev and I recently decided to stay put this Christmas as well.  This one was a difficult decision as we had been planning on heading down to Texas but instead we will stay here with Norman, who at the ripe old age of 15 is not fit to travel let alone hang in a kennel for a week.  When Kev first suggested this Christmas plan it was unfortuantely while we were running a couple weeks ago.  It took a while to stop hyperventillating - true story -because the thought of not seeing Bubba this Christmas - or ever - made me double over like I'd been punched in the gut.  This is when living far away hurts the most.  The notion that I would be seeing her again soon was the only thing that kept me from hyperventillating when I left Texas a month ago.  But then the more I thought about it the more I realized that staying put in Indy is probably for the best.  I can not work for a week and not have to travel anywhere.  I can have a Christmas tree in my house for the first time in 9 years. I can remember my last visit with Bubba as one of the best moments of my life.  I can invite family here and see who shows up.

Do you hear that family?  You're all invited.  The door's open.  And bring presents.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

These guys totally have my vote.

Ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you our future leaders of America.  I speak specifically of the kids in the boxes...
Meet 4 year old Nolan.  A year ago he decided that he wanted to be a box of candles for Halloween.  A box of candles at the age of 3.  His mom thought he'd forget about it but low and behold when this Halloween rolled around and the whole 'What do you wanna be for Halloween' conversation came up, our little genius proudly announced a box of candles.  And so he was. 

Next up - 7 year old Stella.  Oh wait, confused as to which one she is?  Here, let me zoom in...

That's better.  Introducing 7 year old Stel-la (pronounced Stel-LA with hands out to the sides Egyptian style, and head moving side to side) who went as Thing from the Adam's Family.  The girl had this costume down ya'll.  If you look closely you can see a little cut out square where she could still see.  She would walk up to the houses and set her box down, then stick her hand out and point to the trick-or-treat sign.  Again, genius.

Seriously, my costumes were never this cool and they're still not.  In fact, I've discovered that I have a bit of a complex when it comes to dressing up for Halloween because my costumes always sucked.  But these kids?  These kids are down right amazing and  genius.  These are our future leaders of America folks so get ready.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

New Shoes

Sketchers - the new ruby reds?

So let's pretend for like a second that it hasn't been six weeks since my last post....

Today Kev and I got new shoes and for the first time in the history of ever, he is way more excited about getting new kicks than I am.  What's happened to me??  I'll tell you what's happened to me...  Sensible effing shoes have happened to me.  Ugh.  Sensible shoes.  So sensible that they're Sketchers folks.  Kev was impressed at least:  Cool, Sketchers he said, eye brows bouncing up and down.  The kid was legitimately impressed.  So my new cool shoes will now be worn with my work uniform. Yes, I said work uniform and thank you Jesus it only has to be donned once - sometimes twice - a week.  That too has it's pros and cons but let's just keep it to the shoes for now. 

Why now with the sensible shoes?  You may be asking this very question - or not.  The answer is I had no choice.  I could no longer ignore the silent screams of my barking dogs (a southern expression?) at the end of the  (sometimes) 8-12 hour event days.  I had no choice.  And now?  Not 1, but 2 pairs of Sketchers are kickin it in my closet full of beloved heels.  The implications of this have me reeling:    I'm getting old ya'll and all my fancy high heeled shoes are no longer practical for my vertically challenged self.  Mother Nature you slay me.

But like I said, I'm not throwing in the heels just yet.  I figure a day or 2 a week of practicallity won't be too traumatic although it might be a bit confusing to some of my co-workers who may notice my 0-3 inch variance in height every once in a while.  When I was little I used to get so excited about new shoes that I would honest to God tuck them into bed with me the first night of having them.  I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.  Needless to say I won't be tucking the new kids in with me tonight but I can't say the same for Kev.  He was so excited about his fancy new work shoes that he put them on as soon as I came home with them and wore them proudly all afternoon and evening with his Packers jersey, cargo shorts, and knee-high blue socks - it's November after all.  He was prtty disappointed that I didn't share the same enthusiasm because they are after all, new shoes.