Ice Ice Baby!

This is not an Ode to Vanilla Ice! This is the re-cap of our ice-skating adventure.

Last week I emailed H with the link to the Bancorp South Center public ice skating information.

He said "sure, I can't wait to beat you in ice-skating!"

Can you beat someone on this sport without judges??

Anyway, apparently H doesn't watch the Winter Olympics!

After lunching with Mar and Stan, we head to the ice rink. Bad idea #1
(not the lunch, but the skating)

Bad idea #2, go ice skating when the hockey team wants to show off.

Bad idea #3, going ice skating when I can not even ROLLER BLADE! These two sports are one in the same. If you can't do one, you CERTAINLY can't do the other.

I learned my lesson when I BUSTED my BUTT on the ice! I fell so hard it knocked the breath out of me! That was it. I gave up my Nancy Kerigan dream at that point. Tonya Harding just hit me.....It was my butt that was hit, not my knees.

H helped me get up and the first words I uttered after turning away "from the light" (this was near death for me) was...... I'm ready to go shopping. I have gotten my $7's worth.

It's safe to say that I'm more of a movie person verses having to do strenuous activities on a date. Yes, skating is a strenuous activity. So is bowling.

I ached and complained ALL THE WAY HOME! My aches were so severe that I had to soak in the whirlpool for an hour while enjoying a glass of vino and 2 Swiss Miss Little Debbies (because we all know Little Debbies make anything better).

I'm happy to report, I didn't break my butt, just bruising. Nothing to severe to keep me from Desperate Housewives later Sunday night.

All in the name of marital bliss.

Mary and Stan (who skate better than H and I)

H and I doing our dance moves!

The enemy!!!!!

Happy Hallow-weinie!

Oscar is stoked that he is wearing a pumpkin shirt!

On Friday night, while spending marital time together (to make up from last weekend), we watched Modern Marvels. Very romantic for a Friday night. Nothing gets me going like a chain saw and a drill!

Anyway, the show was dedicated to pumpkin carving. This is where my weekend changed dramitacially. For my two readers who don't know........... I married an engineer. And we are watching a show on how to use EVERY tool in your shop to carve a pumpkin. H was in HEAVEN! He woke up Saturday morning and couldn't swallow his pancakes fast enough to get in his shop and start carving his pumpkin. Here are a FEW of the tools that he decided he needed to use to finish off his "little" project. (that lasted 5 hours)

Yep, that would be our Henckels knives!

This was so intense, that he used a drill and it required safety glasses! Notice the pumpkin on them!

Wait a minute!! That's my LENOX spoon!!

Finished product! H led the Bulldogs to a BIG W on Saturday night!!

H did take out the shop light and move the pumpkin to the front steps for all 6 of our trick-or-treaters to enjoy. Got to love living in a small town. I am STILL eating candy. In Starkville, I would run out of the goods by 6:30!

Weekend Recap

I enjoyed the most delightful weekend.

H and I had a convo on Thursday night that involved us agreeing that we do not spend enough time together. Although we live together, we never see each other. We are both currently in grad school, so, that tends to throw a cramp in our style. Our schedule is generally go to work, come home and cook and/or eat dinner, do school work, go to bed. Monday-Friday this is our pitiful schedule. Anyway, we decided that we are going to start saying no to all of our traveling and invitations to parties, games, etc....and spend that time together. Again, this was on Thursday. After our convo, H said, "well, let's not go to the game on Saturday, and let's stay at home, sleep late, and just spend time together doing nothing." That was music to my ears! I was pumped. I was so pumped that I made plans for us to travel to Tupelo to have a double date with Mar and Stan. (kinda defeats the purpose of H and I spending time together)

Feeling bad for infringing on "Meg and H time," I tried justifying it in my head....my thoughts included...."oh, we have an hour going to Tupelo and an hour coming back".....that's enough time to catch up on life?? Right??

Well, H spent the hour traveling to Tupelo on the phone going over work stuff. I spend the hour coming home with my seat reclined back in a comatose state with my butt/back warmers on dreaming of how I could take my car seats to work with me.

While in Tupelo, my weekend plans made a DRASTIC change. H called as Mar and I were dropping $20's like they were going out of circulation at Celebration Village. He said that one of his friends called him and offered us tickets to the game. Seriously??? Did we not just have a convo the night before about how we do to much?? H said, but, the thing is ......there's only one ticket. Ok buddy, let's go back and use correct grammar. (S) means we both go, no (s) means Meg just got left at home while H enjoys the game.

To H's surprise....I quickly said.....Head out. Enjoy the game. Let me pick out your clothes. Go dawgs!

I had envisioned staying at home in my pj's stuffing my face with the essential food groups:

1. pizza
2. ice cream
3. popcorn
No one was taking that away from me! I was completely fine with sitting at home and lying horizontally on the couch snuggled up to Oscar Mayer the Wienie Dog. He loves me. He wants to spend time with me. He would never put football before me.

By the time H left, I'll admit, I was giddy! You must know that I LOVE LOVE being by myself. I love H VERY much and I don't like spending the night away from him, but, a few hours apart............well, that only helps us both!

H leaves at 2:30, I pull the down comforter out of the dryer, wrap up in it like a taco and nose dive on the couch. HEAVEN! I pretty much stayed like that until H arrives home, to which he wants to recap the game. Ummm.....Honey......hate to inform you, but after Florida scored their 3rd touchdown, the Lifetime Channel became my friend.

Here's to a weekend of much marital bliss!

Maybe next weekend.......

MSU: Please Change Our Dog Food!

This weekend, we attended MSU's Homecoming.

Groceries for tailgate: $40
FedEx overnighted tickets: $25 (tixs were free, there's some consolation)
Premium Gas to Starkville: $40
Rain ponchos and accessories from Wal-Mart: $35
Parking: $12
Venti White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks during 4th quarter: PRICELESS

Dear MSU,

What's up with the Bulldogs? Why do we lose to Houston? I didn't even know that Houston had a college....I mean seriously? Houston. Oh, and I have issue with you using my college tuition to build this:



Granted, I did find myself watching the jumbo-tron more than I did the actual field.




Don't get me wrong, I LOVE LOVE MSU!! I love them so much, I even had my wedding receptioon on MSU's campus. But, let's just admit it, football isn't our game.
Maybe Dan Mullen should change the DAWG food to what Oscar eats. He can tear ANYTHING to shreds!!

The South Will Rise Again!

I am sitting on my couch on a Sunday afternoon hearing cannons and shotguns going off every 10 seconds. Terrorist attack?? A raid on No-where-Al??

Nope.

That would be a civil war re-enactment.

Yep! They really do this in Alabama. It's not just on Sweet Home Alabama.
Oh, and this gets better. This afternoon we took Oscar Mayer to take a walk in the nature trail....and a sweet southern belle in complete Gone With The Wind outfit asked us for $2 to watch the war as we were pulling into the park! Seriously!! Don't doubt me. I couldn't make this up.

On other matters: Hello World. I'm Meg. I realize I have been gone for a while. My life has been boring lately. So, I didn't want to relive my boring life by posting it to the world.

But, here's a funny crazy story for you to laugh at my life:

So, H and I have been married for 2 years (last month). We decided, well.........

I lied....

I decided that I wantedus to go and watch Grease in Birmingham. H said yes and bought the tickets. Done. They were mailed to us a few weeks ago. (the show was last night)

Well, this past week, H realized that he is going to miss a few football games due to us celebrating 2 years of marriage bliss.

On Thursday night, I overheard H talk with one of his friends about the MSU football game on this past Saturday. Here is how that convo went:

Friend: hey, are you going to the game?
H: No...I won't be able to make it.
Friend: Why not?
H: Well, I have to go to B-ham to take care of some family business.

I am in between rolling on the floor with laughter and scratching my head wondering if I have missed the memo for family business meeting.

I then asked H why he fibbed to his friend. He informed me that he didn't. He reminded me that I am family and that our business is watching a Broadway. OK- true statements. But, stretching it a tad.

H told me that no way would he tell his friends that he is missing football games to watch a Broadway show....especially when he bought the tickets. AHHH Boys!! Hope they are not reading this!! haha....I thanked H for such great blog material.

So, it's Broadway day. I'm pumped. Our plans included dinner at Cheesecake Factory before the show. I was so pumped up, I had already looked at their menu online and picked out what I wanted to order.

Shrimp Scampi
Snickers Cheesecake
Red Velvet Cheesecake "to go" (hey- it's my anniversary, I can order 2! Don't judge, I wasn't going to eat them on the same day)

Due to uncontrollable circumstances, we get to B-ham later than what we wanted. Ok-

That was such a false statement if I ever knew one.......

It was really due to my procrastination and H not being able to pull himself away from the Bama game. We were not late persay, we just didn't allow time for the 30 minute wait. So, we waited a few minutes longer before we turned in vibrater and menu and called it quits. So, we now have an hour before the show starts. P.S. the show is on the other side of town, so really that translates into 30 minutes.

We only have 30 minutes to look in each others eyes and reminess over the day we said our vows. 30 minutes to indulge in a fabulous meal and feed each other dessert and run up our tap. 30 minutes!! 30 minutes runs our options WAY DOWN!!!!

Executive decision was made: in order to make it on time, we have to do the drive-thru at Wendy's! Nothing says I love you more than I did two years ago like a foil wrapped chicken sandwich and a frosty! I literally laughed until I cried. It's our fault and we know it. In H's defense, he did call CCF and tell them we are on our way, and asked if they could they add our name to the waiting list. They said no.

Well, we made it to the show in time and it was FABULOUS!!! Taylor Hicks did a GREAT job!! So, H said in order to make it up to me for our romantic dinner at the drive-thru...he is going to buy tickets for us to see 101 Dalmatians in January!! WHOO HOO!! Lesson learned: be at dinner in your seats with menu in hand 2 hours before the show.

Say Hello To My Little Friend....

This is THE POT! This is my new Le Cresuset that Donna (my mother-in-law) bought for me. This was going to be my Christmas gift, but....she gave it to me early. And I accepted. In a 2 week span, I bet I have used this baby 5 times! WONDERFUL!!

Thanks D! GREAT GIFT!! If only TJ Maxx and Ross had our colors in Le Cresuset.

Rub-A-Dub-Dub.....

Guess who got in the tub??....with me?

That would be one Oscar Mayer the Weenie Dog.

No...I do not bathe with my dog....however, I did discover that he LOVES my big tub.

Here's how it happened. After SLAVING in the yard for an hour watering plants, I was in need of a relaxing bath with a small glass of vino.

I really could not relax while Oscar is whining and dying to stand on the ledge around my tub. No harm no fawl right?? Oscar has walked around the ledge of the tub before.....granted there was not any water in the tub.

Anyway, he kept crying like a baby....so I put him up on the ledge.....he's sniffing, he's walking, he's licking some water, he's wondering around.

SPLASH!!

Oscar nose dives in the tub.

Oscar is in the tub with me.

Wet Dog.

What do you do??

I did want any normal clean person would do.....I kept shaving my legs.

I told Oscar that is he shakes while in the tub with me.....H and I would have hot dogs for dinner!

He understood.

So, I dried off Oscar and then hopped on over to the shower.

Lesson learned.