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Buckhead Betty

Whew. I think I am finally recovering from the weekend--yes, I know it’s Wednesday. You will all be excited to know that it was full of fun stuff for The Housewife AND The Single Gal.  I was a great little Buckhead Betty--I practically lived right in the middle of the lovely city of Atlanta this weekend. 

Let’s start off with tons of well wishes and a big “Congratulations” to our sweet, beautiful cousin and her new husband on their marriage! The whole family got together for the big celebration.  I stayed at the Four Seasons in Atlanta for the first time and it was beautiful.  Great service and great rooms--and everything right at our fingertips. Rehearsal dinner at The Capital City Club, ceremony at Peachtree Christian Church, and reception at Ansley Golf Club. Then I topped off my classiness with a trip to Phillips to see Britney Spears for good measure. You know, to bring me back to real life. 

I thought I’d share some fun tidbits about the evening with you--you know, things I found to be humorous.  And some pictures! 

(From Left to Right: Baby, Me, P, and The Housewife)

-First--my parents just booked one room for us which I requested so we could share the cost.  They book the one type of room The Four Seasons gave you the wedding rate for--so what do I see when I roll in? One king size bed. And a chaise lounge.  I ask my parents about this--Dad says he will sleep on the chaise (all 6 feet and 4 inches of the man).  Really? I tell Dad I will take the floor and that they are fired from any future planning of acommodations. 

-As I am exiting the giant bus that was our mode of transportation to the church and to the reception in my heels and dress that would have exposed some part of my body were the wind to blow in the right direction, I jokingly tell P not to laugh if I fall out of the bus. Except--I pretty much did.  Large bruise on my forearm and boy would I have had the sads if I fell out and crushed the 5-piece Kate Spade place setting that was LB’s wedding gift. 

-Much to my parents delight some stranger asked me to dance at the wedding (because that means we will be BF and GF from one dance...wait...).  I was a few adult bevs into the night and no one else asked except Big J (Dad) so I conceded.  He was okay and almost tall. I specifically ask said guy that we dance deep in the middle of the crowd to get away from my parents.  He didn’t really listen.  So we dance a bit. Then he says, “Um...was that your mom that just took a picture of us?”.  Yeah.  Yeah that’s her.  (I mean, that’s not embarrassing at all, right?)

-Reception was wonderful! Lots of dancing with the Sissies and all around great quality time with all my cousins, aunts, and uncles.

(Big J and P. They clean up nice!)

-So, after the bus takes us back some of my cousin’s and I go out on the town.  We hit up an Irish Pub place (why are these everywhere now?) and then we head back to hang out at the hotel.  When we were in my cousin’s suite I discover he has a sofa bed that will pull out--awesome sauce.  I found a bed.  I trot up to the 12th floor to give Big J the good news.  

Big J is sleeping on the chaise, has the desk chair placed at the end as an extension because his legs are so long, and is covered up with his tuxedo bag. I wake him up to tell him that I am going to sleep in my cousin’s room and that he can get into bed.  This is when he says to me, “You don’t have to tell me where you’re going. I will see you tomorrow.” I don’t know what is more disturbing, that Dad thinks I would shack instead of stay with them or that he was seemingly giving me his blessing to do so. 

I had a definite hangover and only got 5 hours of sleep at the most Saturday night.  Brunch at Buckhead Diner didn’t do much to help me feel better, but the fried chicken/biscuits/gravy were still amazing.  AND....Then I was back in the city again to meet some of the girls for dinner and drinks before the Britney Spears concert.  I mustered the energy for one beer and part of a vodka tonic. It just wasn’t happening.  But the show was super fun and the whole weekend was perfect which meant I was positively glowing on Monday morning despite being so tired I could have slept at my desk.

~the single gal~

Bad Hair Cuts, a plum and a hotel.

Sorry to keep our tried and true followers waiting this month. It's been a little hectic around The Housewife household. This post is really a lot of random things put into one blog post so that you too can learn some valuable life lessons and some "do's and don'ts".

Lesson #241: Always over-clarify with your hair dresser when moving forward with any major change to your hair. You cannot glue that shit back to your head. Well, I'm sure you could but you would look even worse than you do with the bad hair cut. I requested more of a shoulder length bob only to get a very short bob. I think I'm still depressed. I told the Single Gal I looked like this minus the bangs (even though she disagrees):

On to the plum. Even if your house is not that large once your child is mobile it is possible to lose them for a half minute while you go into the kitchen that is off of your living room in which said child is in, get a plum out of the fridge and rinse it and only to walk back into living room and ---Wham..........vanishing baby act.  Note to self: plums = losing the baby.

Road Tripping with a Baby 101:
There's really nothing good to say about this. Clearly we could have done better. #1 was not necessarily a bad traveler but naps were few and far between on the 5.5 hour ride. We even stopped for 45 minutes at a Cracker Barrel for lunch. Early bedtime was rocky but eventually there was sleep the first night. Then at 1:30 she wakes up.  This results in the Turtle coming back in the room to whisper-yell at me that he needs "help" with a dirty diaper. Fine. Get up, help with diaper and try to sway #1 back to sleep. Long story short nothing worked and we were all up from 1:30-4:30 am.  We finally sleep from 4:30-6:40.

Then from Charleston we went to Hilton Head for our friends vow renewal ceremony.  Also, we have to be back at home the next day because my cousin was getting married at 6 pm. So back from the vow renewals we came. We actually got #1 into a pretty deep sleep but decided that we should just drive back during the night. We were only in the hotel for a few hours. We used that hotel room like a hooker. Got back in record time and not a peep out of #1. Now that was some hooker success.

And as a shout out to our friend Little A who will be wedding dress shopping soon I watched some odd things on Say Yes To the Dress today. Don't bring your crazy twin brothers who want you to wear something borderline where people would call slutty bride. I mean, good thing you don't have crazy twin brothers just twin best friends. Also, do not bring an extremely large black and white cardboard cut out of M to the bridal salon with you. And above all, do not talk to said large cardboard cut out of M if you did bring one.

I give you "Silent Bob":

She looks like she is showing Silent Bob some photos of selected dresses here. #odd

Love to All,
The Housewife

My Big Fat Single Gal Weekend

Some good visuals on what my “Single Gal Weekend Fun” pretty much consisted of....

I probably left the house twice. The first time for an 8 mile run with The Housewife in some rain coupled with what I would call I medical emergency (seriously, don’t ask -- I  might have had a mild case of food poisoning or something) and a crazy lady tracking us down to tell us she almost ran over us (totally would have been her fault so I am not sure why that happened). The important thing--we finished and I kept going!  The other good thing about all of our training so far is that I feel good and I think I am getting stronger and maybe a little faster (sigh of relief).  I just might be a real bad ass by the time December rolls around.

Even though I may have spent the weekend completely holed up and alone at my house it was actually nice after being out of town last weekend.  

Awesome things about staying home this weekend:

1. Spending my entire weekend with this guy, even though he doesn’t help with the house cleaning.

2. My vision plan changed at work which meant I got to return to my favorite eye doctor in the world. And he always tells me I have beautiful eyes which is super nice, even though I am sure he tells that to all the ladies.  

3.  I started a new book! And its YA lit so I should be finished by tonight.

4. Took some time for some personal, financial organization and am working really hard on getting back on a budget (Read: I have to stop buying what I want, when I want. I have a fur child to take care of now. I am seriously in denial as I just placed an order on jcrew.com).  Now if I could just get my software to work with my online banking transactions...

(Big thanks to Little A for sending me a gift card for Mvelopes! Seriously worth visiting this site. Trust.)

5. House is SUPER sparkly and clean which means I can relax my OCD tendencies a bit. Ignore the fact that I still have no curtains in the kitchen area. I mean, its only been 2 years since I moved in. Give a girl some time.

6. I tagged Bubba Watson in a tweet yesterday and he tweeted me back. TWICE! I feel like we are friends now.  Hoping he does well in The Open next week! Go Bubba! Go Dawgs!

Hope y'all had lovely, wonderful weekends!

~the single gal~

Taking Care of Business

This is really a post about taking care of yourself and how it's big business. I generally consider myself someone who exercises, eats somewhat decently and tries to wear sunscreen 24/7 even in the winter (at least on my face). But the older I get I realize it is really important to take care of yourself. Women don't age well like men......at least not without some beauty rituals. I'm not talking about going under the knife. It's really not fair that men are like bottles of wine and we are like cheese or crackers. We get stale.

I've been trying to get more sleep, use more moisturizer/sunscreen, take my vitamins, eat better, drink more water and less alcohol and exercise. Do any of you have any rituals to stay young and healthy? I don't know but I'm terrified of looking like Marysol's mother from Real Housewives of Miami.

If you think that's scary here mug shot is below:

This housewife does not want to end up looking like that. I wish I could also find a picture of her wearing floral socks with her peep toe heels. Bizarre.