Monday Obsession: iDid it.

I caved in. Turtle wanted to get me an iPad 2 since the price went down with the launch of the iPad 3.

I must admit, I'm really way more smitten with this device than I ever anticipated I would be. Turtle has an original iPad (remember I said as soon as Turtle gets something the new version comes out) which I use quite often. We basically just justified this because he wanted to be able to Face Time with #1 when he is out of town via his iPhone 4 that he got for Christmas. I've been busy using the calendar and finding lots of apps.........and maybe playing Majjong every time I have a chance. I am also waiting on the arrival of my most recent Amazon purchase of my iPad 2 case.  I can't wait!

What are y'all loving lately? I'm truly obsessed after 48 hours.

The Housewife

When The Single Gal and The Housewife Die

OMG I just read this article and had to share it with you. Good thing the Single Gal and I are not recluses and I have obviously married and had a child. But sadly, as women out live men the Single Gal and I have often discussed sharing a room at an assisted living facility together with our two future dogs.

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Love and Morbidly,
The Housewife

And In Other News...The Single Gal Actually Had A Date

I know y'all are probably raising your damn jaws from the floor right about now since I suddenly have a small bit of a social life again. Seriously--I am surprised, too. If you follow on Twitter (one day we will get a button up) you know that I had a date last Thursday.  A big one.  A date with a man I met like 2.5 years ago. In Las Vegas. Absolutely nothing ended up happening on the trip but we have texted and kept up with each other ever since. And if he happened to ever ask me to run away with him I would probably just go and see how it all panned out. Anyway, I guess we sort of became friends. But, who really knows?  I am obviously not a good person to ask about defining relationships. 

Long story short, Tall-ish, Dark and Handsome (TDH) travels a million air miles each year and happened to have a project/meeting in Atlanta (finally) and asked me to have dinner with him. I pretty much didn't really believe it was happening but y'all we had a real dinner date!!!!!!!  It was so surreal that it was kind of a blur but I'll give a basic re-cap. 

-8:30 dinner reservation at Murphy's in VaHi on Thursday night. I love this place and while I am sure everyone in Atlanta has already been there I would still like to profess my complete utter adoration of this restaurant. 

Dinner was amazing. We racked up a huge bill and they started cleaning up the entire place around us basically kicked us out/made us leave. 

-Fast forward to a bar across the street (Fontaine's). Not a stellar or very clean establishment but a good classic I suppose.   A few hours later they finally turned the lights up and also made us leave.  I didn't even realize how late it was. 

I was after 3 when I got to bed.  And then I had to work in the morning.  And I completely forgot that we had a meeting at 9:30...which I totally missed because I was just getting in the car to finally drag myself into the office. Then I begged to leave at 4:30 that afternoon because I felt like death.  It's never good to be on the boss's "Shit List", but I probably have never been on it in the three years I have been there (that I know of....).  I didn't even drink that much but I can't function without 7 hrs of sleep, let alone on the few I got Thursday night. 

But -- It. Was. So. Much. Fun. And totally worth it!  

Here are the "cons" of The Date:

 TDH is considerably older than I am.  So, probably not a future husband.  I really am not sure if I will see him again anytime soon, especially because he basically logs 60-90,000 air miles each year for work.  And he most definitely doesn't live nearby (obvi). 

If you need me, I will be dreamily singing Taylor Swift songs all week. 

Love you. Mean it.

~the single gal~

Monday Obsessions: The Hunger Games

Note to readers: If you have not devoured The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins please do so immediately. You are losing precious time before the first movie comes out on March 23rd. If you are anything like me you will also love the fact you waited to read this until all three books were published. There's nothing I hate more than waiting for the middle and final books of a trilogy to come out to end the suspense I am in.

I am really hoping this movie doesn't suck. I will be a little devastated. There's nothing I dislike more than a movie ruining a book. Don't even get me started on the movie My Sister's Keeper. It was blasphemous.

Have a great week!

Catch and Release

There was high drama at the Housewife household yesterday afternoon. The Single Gal can agree because she was on the phone with me during my time of need when it happened. First, let me introduce you to my new friend whose been hanging around my front porch.

I mean, it's not exactly the same one that is hanging around my porch but close enough. My guy is less scale-y and a dark grey black color, but potato pahtato. It's still a creepy amphibian. 

In the middle of having a phone call with the Single Gal I went to check my mail and I picked up a towel that had been laying on my front porch to bring inside. I get inside and shake the towel and hear a "thump." I looked down and guess who fell onto my foyer floor????? The mother freaking lizard. Ugh, you have got to be kidding me. Luckily, #1 was away spending time with a grandparent and not expected home in the immediate future. Great. The lizard has now scurried under my dining room table. So we start to size each other up. He tried to crawl up the chair legs and that's not working out. I'm freaking out on the phone with the Single Gal asking her what the hell I'm supposed to do. asldkfaitjhfglksjgalkfdjlksjf!!! 

So we decide I should get a bowl to trap the lizard under until possibly Turtle comes home and can get rid of my unwanted house guest. Seems reasonable. I do panic and tell the Single Gal, "I have to go. I mean, I just have to go." Then I hang up on her. I get my bowl and the little guy moves to the other side of the table and I'm praying to Little Baby Jesus that he does not go under my ninety thousand pound buffet with a hutch on top of it. I'm feeling bad that if I throw this ceramic bowl on top of him that I will inadvertently amputate one of his four tiny legs. I know that their tails are supposed to grow back but I don't remember anything specifically about their arms and legs/hands/feet growing back. Big Sigh. 

Then he decides to climb into one of my small plants because he's a genius lizard king. He starts climbing up one of the leaves and that's when I make my move. Bam. Bowl over the plant. I carefully scoot the plant over to the door while maintaining pressure over the bowl to avoid any criminal escape plots from the lizard king and manage to get the plant onto to front porch and take the bowl off. Whew. I cannot even imagine the chaos if #1 was home. 

I explain my feat to Turtle last night. He said, "So what the lizard alright?" I said, "Yes, we run a catch and release program here." 

'Cause You Know, Things Will Change, If Ya Hold On For One More Day

 I'm not going to lie, things are not super in my world right now.  First -- work has been incredibly stressful.  We had a RIF (Reduction In Force, I think? Maybe?) about two weeks ago and the girl that sits across from me was let go among other people I knew.  I still have the sadz about it all.  And, let's face it. As a person riddled with general anxiety throw in the fact that I really don't have much job security right now because I am pretty sure my lovely, small insurance company that I work for (and love!) is going under has really, really, increased my anxiety. Work didn't get any better last week when we had a rep out sick on my team on the two busiest days of the week.  I am still trying to get my head above water. I have been getting to work at 7 a.m. and either working through my lunch break (not that my customers appreciate any of this) and staying late, too. 

So, networking is basically in full force a) because of my New Year's Resolution and b) because at the end of the day, I have to feed Hogan Muffin and pay his rent.  This uses a lot of energy and brain power I don't always have after I come home from work which is causing me a lot of frustration.   I don't want to have to rent my house and move back in with my parents if I fall on super hard times. Even though they are awesome and would let me. (See, I am already at a worst-case-scenario in my mind!)

You want more stress? I got it.  I am working super hard with The Housewife and other bridesmaids to host a bridal shower for Little A and plan her Bachelorette (Because these events Must. Be. Perfect. for my dear friend).  And, surely the world and Little Baby Jesus know I should be devoting all my time to this and not worrying about work.  Lucky for me, The Housewife must have been a party planner in another life.  She routinely talks me off the ledge just about every day about something I am freaking out about.   I am sure I am annoying her because everything is probably really in order and I just make it stressful on myself by worrying too much.  Like having anxiety about the postage I put on the shower invites because the envelope was a weird shape.  No seriously, this stuff keeps me awake at night. 

I've also gained 5 lbs since Christmas. FIVE. WTH.  

I've also seen 3 Putt a bit. Again.  Ok, a lot. Since before Christmas. WTH. 

Y'all -- I can't even get any sleep lately.  I had an awful time sleeping this past weekend and last night I think I barely slept at all.  I am a scary, mean, nasty person when I don't get enough sleep.  

Not on purpose.  It's just that I am So. Damn. Tired. 

I promise to check back in soon.  If you follow on Twitter you know I have a dinner date I've been semi-waiting on for almost 2 years now. More on this after I get some real sleep. Or buy some Tylenol PM to medically induce the sleep I can't have. 

Love you. Mean it. 

~psycho, sleepless, Single Gal~

Monday Dude Obsessions

I thought I would do some Monday "dude" obsessions because Turtle's birthday was last week. So I took #1 out for a training day at the mall.

First stop is Banana Republic; for the second time in less than a week. Turtle ripped his last pair of nice jeans and he will only wear this particular pair of jeans from BR.  The Turtle is a big fan of the Straight leg jeans, not to be confused with the Vintage Straight leg which is too tapered at the ankle for his tastes. He needs new jeans because he tore the knee of the one pair he likes to wear and must have a specific wash color in them- Indigo. (I will not call him a diva. I will not call him a diva. DIVA.) Long story short, I went Sunday and they didn't have the size in the wash I needed. Go back Friday, and after searching again, speaking with associate at the store and we still couldn't find them (same as Sunday) even though their computer said the store had one pair of what I needed. She finally found them on a mannequin and ripped them off for me. Score one for the actual pants and score two because they were 30% off.

 

Turtle really enjoys watching Netflix on his iPad. He has been using some old headphones (probably from like the 80s) that his grandfather had given to him. He has been checking out Dr. Dre Beats for a long time and I decided to surprise him with them. Normally I would have just done some online shopping via my Amazon Prime account but I didn't have time to wait on the two day shipping once I had actually decided to get them. I ended up getting mine from Brookstone for convenience sakes. Nothing irritates me more than needed three things all from different stores requiring me to get #1 in and out of her car seat a bajillion trillion million times. lkasdflkhasglkjsgljh!!!!  The Beats are compatible with the iPhone and iPad and apparently you can speak to them and they do certain things on command......sort of like a dog?  Or maybe it's just Siri's sister in there? 

And last but not least, what guy doesn't want their favorite beer (which their wife has deemed too expensive to buy on a regular basis since she stays at home now) waiting for them in the fridge? 

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The Housewife