tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39935040893810369982024-03-05T06:42:31.103-05:00Life Adventures in IndianaLocal Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-6533581286130415902014-08-05T16:40:00.000-04:002014-08-05T16:42:48.791-04:00A Day at the Indiana State Fair<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you attended a State Fair Before? Why did/do you go?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My top four reasons for going this year:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Seeing my little cousin show her Alpaca. (Not going to lie I want one)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The exercise you get walking around. (remember I am on a mission to lose weight)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Husband’s top four reasons for going this year:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Food</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah, he gets a little expensive at the fair. At least it is only once a year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Overall I had a great time and I was definitely worn out by the end of the day. Making a mental note to myself here that we will go back during the day on a week day again. Lines are not as long and there are a lot less people there. You are not competing to see things with people and can move along at leisure. Plus you get a sweet parking spot. We literally walked right in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you plan on attending the State Fair in Indiana there are some discounted days that you can check out, just be aware that there will be a lot of people on those days. If you decide to go on a day that is not discounted you can still buy discounted tickets for $7.00 at CVS. Just remember you will still also need to pay $5.00 for parking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So if you are looking for something to do, then go and check out a state fair this summer!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay tuned for my future adventures. I see painting pottery, a trip to Bloomington and a trip to Las Vegas in my future. What kind of adventures are in your future?</span><br />
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Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-10151103357895530692014-08-05T15:52:00.000-04:002014-08-05T15:52:00.799-04:00Getting Back To Life & Adventures<div class="MsoNormal">
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life and money. And man do I worry. I worry about everything and cannot let
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So it ends here with this blog. I am putting everything on the shelf and I
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Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-40593404146023840022014-06-03T00:01:00.002-04:002014-06-03T00:01:26.166-04:00The Accidental HousewifeI think I will start referring to myself as the Accidental Housewife. Why not, that is what I am right? I still struggle with how I got here. How did I go from being an HR Manager and just passing my PHR this year to deciding to stay at home. I never in a million years would have thought that this would have been a decision that I would make. I was on a career track to move up in the HR world. At least that is what I thought that I wanted. Although, I am not giving up that dream completely, just putting it on the shelf for now.<br />
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There were a variety of reasons that led to this decision, lack of support, lack of leadership, lack of staff, working way to many hours, stress causing a medical issue and spending less time with family. It got to the point where I dreaded going to work. When it came down to it I needed to make a decision. What was more important? Ultimately my health and family won out. <br />
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I still struggle a bit with this decision. Not because my health and family are not important but because I am ashamed to admit, I am a bit materialistic. I am not going to lie, I will miss the extra income.<br />
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I also struggle with what the future holds, will I go back to work eventually? I know though that I need to focus on living in the now. <br />
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I ask myself who am I? I defined myself by my career for so long and now that I will no longer be working I am at a loss of who I am . What is my passion? What will I do with my life now?<br />
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I started trying to find things to do right away but the Husband reminded me that I just needed to be and he was right. I need to take this time to discover who I am. I am lucky to have this opportunity, there are many who do not have this luxury. I should appreciate it and take the time to do new things and have new adventures.<br />
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So many thoughts and ideas have run through my head, do I want to go back in to politics, do I want to be a foster parent, should we start a family, maybe I would like substitute teaching. All of these are items and ideas that I have come up with. Decisions will not be made right away. For now I will focus on transitioning from being a career woman to staying at home.<br />
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My first order of business is to transition my responsibilities at work to other individuals and to get my butt back in to gear with my workout programs. I have already singed up for some workout classes.<br />
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Until next time! Keep on adventuring.Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-38038715586503723482014-05-08T16:21:00.000-04:002014-05-08T16:21:20.747-04:00Becoming a Stay at Home WifeWell I have an announcement to make...I am going to try staying home for a bit. I provided my notice last Friday and May 23rd is supposed to be my last day at work.<br />
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I have very mixed emotions about this decision. On one hand I am very excited about all of the opportunities that I will have doing this. On the other hand I will miss the extra income and feel like I am giving up a piece of who I am. I have always defined myself by my career, some will understand this and others will not. I have worked hard to get to where I am at. I probably have not shared in the past but I work in Human Resources as an HR Manager and this year I recently passed my PHR. I love my job and have a passion for it but I am ready for a break. I am ready for a new adventure!<br />
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I just keep telling myself that the world is my oyster. There are so many different things that I can do now. I can finish up projects around the house, cook more, focus on losing weight and volunteer. Hopefully I will also get the opportunity to blog more.<br />
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Maybe I need to blog about a year in the life of a stay at home housewife. A crazy HR lady housewife.<br />
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Maybe it sounds like I am ungrateful. Many people would kill to be able to stay home. I am grateful, I promise. Sometimes it is just hard to envision yourself in another role. Even though this is the role that I want to be in right now.<br />
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My Husband and I thought long and hard about this decision before making it. So please continue to follow me here as I transition in to a stay at home housewife.<br />
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Let the transition begin and wish me luck!Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-72907718794986726542014-01-21T11:58:00.001-05:002014-01-21T11:58:31.920-05:00Chicago, IL vs. Moline, ILWhich would you pick? You might be surprised by my answer but first let me give you some background information.<br />
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The Husband is spectacular at planning for birthdays, etc. I really am quite jealous of his planning skills and wish I could be as good as him. Shhhh...don't tell him I said that.<br />
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This year for my birthday, he decided he was going to get me tickets to see Florida Georgia Line and Jason Aldean in concert. The closest he could find, that worked best with when my birthday is was tickets in Moline, IL for January 19th. So being the great guy that he is he decided to purchase the tickets and then book a room at the Radisson, which is located right next door to the venue, this way we could walk over and not worry about parking, especially since it is the middle of January. He then decided when it got closer to time I could choose where I wanted to go the night before, like Chicago or something. Blech, doesn't he make you sick? He really is that good at planning things. <br />
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Of course, I decided that I wanted to go downtown Chicago, lately I have been focused on wanting to go to the Shedd Aquarium. Not to show my age or anything but it has probably been 15-18 yrs. since I last visited the Shedd. So we booked a room using Priceline. Criteria 4 star hotel on/around Michigan Ave. Come on Conrad...fail we were booked at the Sofitel. No problem though I figured it would be a great hotel as well. Wrong, it sucked. Yeah, I said it the Sofitel SUCKED. How the H E Double Hockey Stick did it get 4 stars? <br />
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Oh wait, I am getting a bit ahead of myself here. Let's start from take off. I wanted to actually leave earlier then we did but we finally were able to leave around 10:00 a.m. or so. We dropped off in Lafayette to get some lunch and by the time we got back on it was snowing so hard and the roads were not that great but we soldiered on. We decided to stop in Merrillville, IN at Albanese. It is the candy factory and the Husband loves their gummy bears. Yeah, it is my birthday but we need to make him happy as well. So we were off again, driving in the terrible weather and paying ALL of the tolls, because they like to F you hard with the tolls. <br />
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We finally arrived downtown, with lots of traffic but I started to relax a bit. I love to see the city as we drive in, every aspect about it excites me. I just love downtown and looking around. We pull in to the Sofitel valet parking (because of all of the snow and slush who wants to walk from a parking garage with their luggage.) Look who just got F*ed even harder? $63 for valet parking???? Are you kidding me? I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit. So they unload are bags (this is where they start to not impress me at all), they have maybe two people running valet and once they have unloaded our bags on a cart they are not even monitoring them, are you freaking kidding me? We walk in to the hotel and I can tell it is not really to my taste but as long as they have hot water and it is clean I will be a happy girl. We get checked in and things seem to be getting better, the valet shows us to our room, puts away our bags and hangs up our stuff. Before leaving he shows us around our room. After he leaves, we decided to find somewhere that is within walking distance to eat. Since I just paid $63 to valet the car, I am thinking I do not want to eat anywhere super expensive. Since the Husband has never had real Chicago style pizza before I decided that he needed to experience this. Luckily Gino's East was not that far of a walk away, plus they actually had a Groupon as well. We waited outside for about 20 - 25 min. and then about 10 min. inside, but it was worth the wait! The Husband was impressed as well. We then walked around some of the stores on Michigan Ave. (the ones that had not closed yet) and we had a good time. The problem occurred when we got back to the hotel. I had stripped down, because I was cold and my feet were soaked. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower. The Husband turned down the bed and guess what there were some stains on the sheets and hair on them too. GROSS! We called downstairs and asked them to have someone come up to change the sheets and explained the issue. There were no apologies but someone finally came up to change the sheets. See why I said this hotel sucks? Again, how does it have four stars???? <br />
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Sunday arrives and it is time to check out. We get everything ready and head over to the Shedd Aquarium. I am so excited and I can not wait. We pay our fee, almost $70.00 for the two of us but I don't care, I know that it will be worth it. I was wrong. We did have a good time and it was neat, I really enjoyed seeing the belugas but it was just not worth the money and not as cool as the aquarium in Gatlinburg, TN. It really just does not compare. However, we did enjoy ourselves, so that is all that really matters. <br />
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The time had come to drive to Moline, IL to see the concert. I was so excited but of course first we had to make a quick stop at Portillos to get some lunch. You can not drive through the Chicago land area and not eat at Portillos. That would be a crime. I love their Italian Beef sandwiches, nothing compares to theirs.<br />
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We arrive in Moline a couple of hours before the concert starts. This time the hotel is clean and honestly it is a lot nicer then the Sofitel. We decide to order room service for TGI Friday's, since the wait in the restaurant would take to long. We eat in our room while relaxing and watching TV. The time for the concert arrives, I am so excited. The facility is a hop, skip and a jump from the hotel. We walk right over there and it takes no time at all. Literally the venue is right next door to the hotel. <br />
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The concert was awesome. Both Florida Georgia Line and Jason Aldean were great! I am so glad we went. <br />
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The next day we decided to try out Johnny's Italian Steakhouse for lunch. The atmosphere was great, the food was good and our waiter was entertaining. Next we walked over to the John Deere Pavilion to look at the museum. It had a lot of neat and interesting information plus all of the big tractors that you could climb on. Seriously, the Husband and I are like little kids.<br />
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It was time to head out...There is actually quite a bit to do in the Quad Cities so I wish we could stay longer but unfortunately it was a bit of a drive back home, so it was time to head out.<br />
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It really was a great, early birthday weekend! So which place did I choose as my favorite? I chose Moline, IL. Although I still love downtown Chicago, everything is so expensive and I just did not have as good as a time as I did in Moline. Maybe it is my age showing...I mean I am almost 31. :-)<br />
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Which would you choose? Until next time...keep on adventuring...Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-52182752139990684832013-07-05T09:22:00.003-04:002013-07-05T09:22:58.240-04:00Marriage & Date NightsLately the Husband and I have been so busy with organizing things at the house, both of our jobs and my exercise classes that it didn't seem like we were having quality time together. Sure we watch TV, eat dinner and run errands together but we weren't taking the time to go have fun together. I am not saying we don't have fun together or that there are any issues, just that we needed to focus on one another more. Does that make sense?<br />
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So I came up with a plan. Scared yet? Don't be, I do have good ideas from time to time. :-) We would make time to have a date night/day once a week. It does not necessarily mean that we have to go out and do something and spend a lot of money. It can be something as simple as watching a movie together and ordering a pizza or cooking out. What it will not be is watching the same TV shows, it has to be something different. The other rules are that we can not be on any electronic devices; no texting, facebooking or talking on the phone. If the date night is during the week it means that we will make the effort to leave work on time, no matter how much work we feel that we have left to do. Understanding though, that if a storm roles through and the Husband gets held at work or has to go in, then we reschedule. <br />
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We decided that I would plan the first date. Originally, I had scheduled it for last Saturday. He would ride out with me to my hair appointment (running errands while I was at my appointment), we would grab a quick bite to eat and then got to see an afternoon movie. The plan was to see The Heat, with Sandra Bullock. Okay, so I know seeing a movie may not be that original of an idea but here is the thing, I think the Husband and I have only seen one or two movies together in an actual movie theater since we have been together. We have been married about 3 1/2 yrs. and together for about 4 1/2 yrs. I thought it would be nice to go and laugh together and hold hands.<br />
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Unfortunately the Husband was experiencing some technical difficulties with his shoulder, he has an injury so we were unable to go on Saturday. I didn't hold it against him though and told him we could do it the next week.<br />
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We planned it for a Tuesday night, where he would come and meet me at work and we would drive over to the theater together. So Tuesday arrived and he came and picked me up and we drove over together. Since the movie was not until 6:40 p.m. we hung out in the car and talked about our day. When we went in to purchase the tickets I was pleasantly surprised, I guess Regal Theaters are doing regal days, I am not sure if this is every Tuesday or what but we ended up only paying $13.00 for both tickets, plus we scored a coupon for $2 for a small popcorn. They also had $2 nachos and hot dogs, where they got you was on the soda prices. So that was a major bonus!<br />
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The movie was pretty funny and we had a good time laughing together, which was the whole point. Since we ended up missing the date night last week, it sounds like the Husband is planning something for Saturday night. I can not wait to see what he has planned. He is so much more creative than I am.<br />
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So no matter how busy life gets remember to have fun with your spouse or significant other. Power down the electronics and spend some time together. It is so important to enjoy the time that you have with one another.<br />
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Until next time...keep on adventuring!<br />
<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-74752651275033401432013-06-30T21:52:00.003-04:002013-06-30T21:52:33.279-04:00Glaucoma at 30????Recently I have been trying to be more healthy. I HATE being overweight. Oh who am I kidding??? I hate being FAT. This is not the person I have always been and I do not want to be this person anymore. So I put a plan together.<br />
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So as I was working on this plan of action, I knew that I needed to schedule an eye doctor appointment. It had been a couple of years since I had been to the eye doctor, I could tell my vision had changed and I needed new glasses. I finally stopped putting it off and decided to make an appointment. Originally I was trying to find a place that was close to my house, but then I decided with my families eye history issues, I would go where my parents and grandmother go. I honestly did not expect to have any issues, I mean I am 30 right? Wrong...When I went to the eye doctor and they checked the pressure in my eyes, the pressure was super high in both eyes. They suspected Glaucoma but I would have to schedule an appointment to go through the testing. They prescribed some eye drops and I had to wait three weeks before my next appointment.<br />
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I go to my next appointment hoping that it is not Glaucoma, again I am still stuck on this whole being 30 thing. I go through all the testing and the final diagnosis is Glaucoma. Luckily there is no peripheral damage but apparently there is some damage in one eye, nothing that they seemed overly concerned about and I am not sure if this was even related. I did ask lots of questions but there is so much information to take in.<br />
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They ended up having to change the drops that I was using because it did not bring the pressure down in my eyes enough. However, I am having an issue with these drops and need to call them tomorrow.<br />
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Obviously I am upset about this diagnosis but what can you do? As long as I keep the pressure down I should not have any issues. It is nothing that I did wrong, it is just something that happens and it is hereditary. Even though I don't understand why I have this issue so young, I will do everything that I can to control it.<br />
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So folks, remember to get your eyes checked on a regular basis, no matter what your age is. Your eye health is just as important as the rest of your health!<br />
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<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-14240890327825141172013-04-09T09:27:00.000-04:002013-04-09T09:27:02.415-04:00Don't Wanna Be An American Idiot...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, we sat that close! I have to say the show was awesome! The music was a blast from the past and I could not stop moving to the music. The actors/actresses were phenomenal and with sitting so close you could really see all of their facial expressions. <br />
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So what started me on this topic? Well I was going about my own business this weekend, cleaning out some of my purses and packing them all nicely in to a box, preparing them for the big move to our new house. When he decided to write this on the box and snap a picture.<br />
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So for now I need to get back to packing. Until next time...hopefully we will be packed and unpacked.Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-28423086649746765612013-03-12T16:33:00.000-04:002013-03-12T16:33:17.236-04:00Date Night With The HusbandI really do have a husband...although he has only been referenced in my blogs lately and they have not focused on the things that we have done together. I guess Life Adventures in Indiana has mainly been focused on my adventures as of late and not our adventures. However, in my defense he has been working a lot of overtime, so we have been like two ships passing in the night. Like I how I passed the blame on to the Husband?<br />
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I decided to do something about this! The perfect opportunity presented itself and there would be no overtime on Monday night, only husband and wife time. No excuses, no ifs, ands or buts! You might be asking what did I do? Well I scheduled a date night and made a reservation, destination Sullivan's Steakhouse in Indianapolis. If you are familiar with this restaurant then you might be thinking to your self, oh what a big spender, what is the special occasion. I was not a total big spender and there was no special occasion, except for wanting to get dressed up and spend quality time with the Husband. <br />
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I will let you in on my little secret. Check it out<a href="http://www.northsidenightsindy.com/"> http://www.northsidenightsindy.com/ </a> Multiple restaurants are participating in this and it is $30.00 per person for three courses! See, I can be pretty smart. ;) Of course be prepared for your total to be over $60.00, there is the cost of drinks, any additional items you might order and of course the tip. Still we spent only a little over $100.00 for a meal, for the both of us, that typically would run around $200.00 or more. <br />
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The money was well spent as the Husband had never been there before and apparently, according to him he liked their FB page a couple of years ago, when I was talking about how I had been there a few times and about how much I loved it. So he can now cross that off of his food bucket list.<br />
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Seriously the Husband cracks me up. While we were finishing our meal I told him that he is spoiled, that I never should have introduced him to fine dining in the past. He looked at me and said "No I am not, I need culture." He realized his mistake right after he said that, I looked at him and repeated what he said, "You need culture? So you would like to attend an opera, the ballet..." Before I could finish he said "Food culture". Yes, folks that is the Husband, everything is about food with him. You take him to a Broadway show and he does not appreciate it but you take him to a steak place where the bill is over $200.00 and he calls it culture.<br />
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So my fellow adventurers take the time to spend with your significant other whenever you get a chance, especially if you are becoming two ships passing in the night. Splurge a little on a nice night out together where you can get dressed up and feel sexy!<br />
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Until next time...when my blog will probably revert to being about me because let's be honest life really is about me. Right???<br />
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<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-50117782314824279492013-03-11T14:54:00.003-04:002013-03-11T14:54:59.745-04:00Booty Camp Kicked My BootyWhose idea was it to lose weight and get in shape? Surely it was not me who wanted to put myself through this torture. Can I blame it on my BFF or the Husband? Or does the blame solely lie with me?<br />
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I could blame it on that Stripper 101 class in Las Vegas, which was my BFF's idea. After that class we felt invigorated; we thought to ourselves we've got this and we will partner up to lose weight together. Dancing on a pole is fun and whew, what a workout!<br />
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Yep, I think it all started with that class. So when a Groupon came up for a place called Poll -Up ($49.00 for ten different group classes) we purchased it. Now, here is where I blame the Husband, he is the one who physically purchased the classes on Groupon for us. What husband doesn't want his wife to learn how to dance on a pole and give lap dances?<br />
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Here is where the "Booty Camp kicked my booty" portion comes in. The class we took on Saturday was called Booty Camp. I think we did over 100 squats and multiple other things. For the next two days I had to use the handicap bar in the ladies room at work just to get off of the toilet. When I tried to get up from the couch I needed the Husband's help. At one point in time he just sat there laughing at me and would not help me get up. He said that I needed one of those recliners that lift you out of the chair. He will be punished for this. </div>
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<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-91100314245594531992013-02-12T16:59:00.000-05:002013-02-12T16:59:53.625-05:00Don't Judge MeOkay, so I am overweight. This is not why I am asking you not to judge me. While my friend and I were in Vegas we decided that we were going to commit to starting to work out together. We would be workout buddies.<br />
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So we have started...Last night we worked out with the Wii to Just Dance Disney Party. This is why I asked you not to judge me. What can I say, she has kids and it was convenient. Now let me tell you that thing can give you quite a workout, especially Hannah Montana's Hoedown or whatever. C'mon you know I had to try that song, it just made me laugh and if you can not guess why, well I am just not going to explain it to you.<br />
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So at the end of the workout, I was huffing and puffing but yet I felt good. I was like "I got this". Well it got me, do you know that after doing I don't know how many dances and songs, the sucker had the audacity to tell me I had only burned 19 something calories. I told that you know what that it was wrong, I was a fat girl and I had burned way more calories then that with all of that boob shaking and bouncing around. I think I almost threw the Wii remote at it. However, I restrained myself since I did not want to ruin my friend's TV. I kind of thought she might frown upon that and maybe would not invite me over to work out again.<br />
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Just kidding, kind of. I am committed to continuing to workout. Hey, I even bought a three pound sand ball that I can throw at people at work. Wait am I not supposed to do that? Okay, I bought it to lift from time to time when I take a break.Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-25724165816451090002013-02-01T22:19:00.000-05:002013-02-01T22:19:27.196-05:00What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas<br />
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My thirties may look good on me. Did I really just type that? Shhhh...don't tell anyone.</div>
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You see, I was not looking forward to turning thirty, in fact that is an understatement. I was <span style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">TERRIFIED</strong></span> of turning thirty. I felt that it was a dirty word. How could I be turning thirty already? Where had my twenties gone? Wait, I am not ready to leave them behind. I was really holding on tight.</div>
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I don't think this is uncommon for most women, hell I am sure men even feel this way as well. People always make such a big deal about it, ohhh you are getting older. I do the same thing and I bought in to it hook, line and sinker. I felt like there were things that I did not accomplish in my twenties that I wanted to accomplish before I turned thirty. We set goals for ourselves when we are younger, little milestones or big milestones that we want to pass. It is great to set goals but what I have realized is that it is silly to be upset if it does not happen when we want it to. Who cares if I am not making as much money as I wanted to? Or if I am not as far as long in my career as I wanted to be? Or whatever other goals that we might set for ourselves. How old were we when we set these goals? Were they realistic? Some might have been but most probably were not. So these were the things that I was thinking about as I started heading up hill, chugging faster and faster towards thirty.</div>
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Then there were multiple things that happend and it dawned on me that my thirties might just be awesome. </div>
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1. Towards the end of the summer I crossed an item off of my bucket list and bought myself a Mustang, a bright red one, with encouragement from the Husband. (Still 29)</div>
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2. The Husband moved in to the power delivery side of the business that he works in and was really excited and happy about it. He started loving his job! (Still 29)</div>
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3. I was offered a job back in HR at the company that I work at, since we are living closer to the corporate office again. This is something that I had been thinking about and really wanted. (3 weeks before turning 30)</div>
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4. The husband surprised me with a trip to Vegas with some of our friends. Best husband ever! We celebrated my dirty thirty in style! ( 2 weeks before turning 30)</div>
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5. Drum roll please...we made an offer on a house two days before my birthday and on my birthday, after we had countered, they accepted our offer!!!!!</div>
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Okay, so maybe many of the things happened when I was 29 but they were all leading up to turning thirty and they all helped me to accept the inevitable. </div>
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So ladies and gentleman if you are getting ready to turn thirty embrace it! If you are getting ready to turn forty then sorry about your luck, just kidding! </div>
Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-24517986978747912482013-01-09T16:13:00.001-05:002013-01-09T16:13:57.188-05:00Offer - Counter - Counter...Okay, so we found a house on Sunday that we really like. I mean REALLY like. It checks a lot of our boxes. It is on a cul-de-sac, no houses behind it, it has a two car garage with a bump out, a mud room, a den, a loft, a garden tub in the master bath and a double sink, laundry room is upstairs, the list goes on and on. So we decided to make an offer on it, scary and exciting at the same time.<br />
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Problem...Of course nothing is ever easy, especially when buying a house. So what is the problem? We looked at the comps. Uh oh....do you see where I am going with this? Their list price is way over what it comps out to be. We figure we will go in with an offer anyways and see where we will get. If we don't try then we will never know. <br />
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First offer was made on Sunday night and sent off to their Realtor. They had until Tuesday at noon to respond. We hear nothing back by Monday night. Come Tuesday morning I am assuming that they have decided not to respond to our offer. Lo and behold at 11:00 a.m. our Realtor has an offer for us. They countered! Woo hoo, we have some movement. They went down by $5,000.00, we still have a ways to go but I am excited. <br />
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The Husband and I discuss and we decide to counter back, we move up $4,000.00. We sign the offer and send back to our Realtor. He says that he will send it in the early afternoon, they have until Friday at 9:00 a.m. to respond, so the waiting begins.<br />
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Our Realtor responds today, he has sent the offer in and their Realtor has received it. <br />
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<b>The Problem: </b> The seller's Realtor is having a hard time convincing them that their house is not worth what they have listed it for. Our Realtor responds and tries to explain. Comps are e-mailed and appraisals explained. Not that this Realtor does not know what they are doing but to present to their client. <br />
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You see, which many of you may know, if the house is not appraised for what the accepted offer is, then you have a HUGE problem. #1. The bank will not approve your loan and #2. You are not out the money you spent on inspections and an appraisal. Who wants to lose this kind of money? Certainly not me!<br />
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So now we sit and wait...and wait some more...<br />
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As much as I love the house, I realize that it just might not happen. That is okay because I know that when the time is right, we will find that perfect house for us.<br />
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So keep blogging and adventuring my friends and I will keep you updated on the status of our house hunt.<br />
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Until next time!Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-46098579656489896932012-12-31T01:15:00.000-05:002012-12-31T01:15:06.890-05:00House HuntingWoo Hoo we were pre-approved for a mortgage!!!<br />
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You see with the Husband's job we need to eventually live within 25 miles of his work location so we will need to move when our lease is up. This time we have decided to settle in and buy a house, as he plans on staying in this position for awhile and in the area. <br />
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This will be my first home purchase. It is very exciting and scary at the same time. Exciting because we are starting on a new chapter in our married life and scary because it is a HUGE responsibility. One that we do not take lightly.<br />
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Our lease is not up until May so we have some time. Ideally it would be nice to close on a house towards the end of March or sometime in April. However, if we do not find something that we are interested in by that point in time then we have the option to go month to month on our lease.<br />
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So the house hunt began on Saturday. We were originally scheduled to see three houses, as our Realtor could not get a hold of the residents of the fourth house that we were interested in seeing. That morning she called us and said that one showing had cancelled because their little one was sick. Okay, I thought to myself, maybe the kid is throwing up. Funny thing is that the Husband and I drove by the house to get a look at the outside and all of the lights were off, they were not home. Don't worry we were not looking in the windows or anything. That was a bit frustrating, come on don't you want to sell your house? Maybe they had to take the child to urgent care or something. Although my dad, a retired Realto,r said that happens, some people are just like that.<br />
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Onward we go, let the house hunt begin...<br />
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House # 1: This house was an older home, a little over 100 yrs. old. The problem with older homes is that in theory the Husband and I love them, with all of the little details. However, many times the bedrooms are very tiny. We looked at the pictures and we thought it looked nice, there was some wallpaper but we could deal with changing that. Little did we know...When we arrived at the house the renter was still there, actually they were in the process of moving in. Kind of weird but we went with it. He was so excited to show us around the house, I suspect he thought that we were buying it as a rental property. Let me tell you if he was not there, showing us around we would have walked right out. This place smelled TERRIBLE and it was falling down. Literally, the Husband went down to the basement and the foundation was crumbling. The whole house was in disrepair ..talk about money pit...seriously have you seen the Tom Hank's movie? This house was out!<br />
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House #2: We pulled in to the neighborhood and I really loved it! There were only about 15 homes, they all look different and it was sitting on about a 1/2 acre. lot and it was on a cul-de-sac. We walk up to the house and there is this cute little courtyard on the patio. Even better we walk in the house and it does not smell. We walk around the downstairs, it is cute. The kitchen is small, almost like an after thought, something to think about but I think we can re-face the cabinets and add new counter tops. There was a four season porch, loved it! There was a partially finished basement, which was a bonus! Problem: There was a smell down there that they were trying to cover up big time. Was it a dead body? Just kidding about the body, not about the smell. Something that we would need to look in to and ask an inspector about, if an offer was made. Then we made our way up to the 2nd floor. Loved the fact that they had converted the 4th bedroom in to a sitting room in the master bedroom. The Husband however was not impressed with how tiny the master bathroom was, he felt claustrophobic. I promised to keep my makeup and all in the sitting area. I was a bit disappointed that there was not a jacuzzi tub but at least there was a bathtub. Then a light bulb went off. We could put a large jacuzzi out on the four seasons porch, we were getting more and more excited about this house. The larger issue was that there are transmission lines behind the property and this could be a hard home to resale. The Husband thought it was neat because he works in power delivery, others would not agree. Honestly, you could not see them but people would know they were there. So I would not pay what they are asking, I would offer much lower. That is just how it is. If we do go back and make an offer they could tell us to take a hike. We will keep it on the list for now.<br />
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House #3: Looking at this house was spur of the moment. It was actually one of our Realtor's listings. Don't worry she did not push us in to looking at it. I mentioned my feelings on kitchens and she thought that I would love this kitchen. It was over our price range but she said the seller was motivated and willing to negotiate. So we thought why not. The neighborhood was okay, not bad just not like the other one. We loved the size of the house, the bonus room, the bumped out garage and the hardwood floors in the dining and living room, the were gorgeous! The love pretty much stopped there. She talked it up like it was a gourmet kitchen, which it was not. The redo was not bad and the size of the kitchen was great. The cabinets were on the cheaper end and it showed and the granite was the one with blue specks, which is very pretty but is very taste specific. Not sure it was our taste, although it was neat how she incorporated it in to the floor. Back splash had birds on it, taste specific as well. The rest of the house had TONS of wall paper, lots of old and different colored carpets. I know wallpaper can be removed but it was in EVERY room. The carpet would need to go. The upstairs had not been updated, you could barely fit in the shower in the master bathroom. Really nothing to love upstairs. So considering the price and what we would need to do to make it feel like our home, we just did not feel that it was doable or anything that we were interested in.<br />
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This is just the beginning more house should come on the market as we get closer to Spring. So praying that all goes well, we should be in a home sometime in 2013. Keep us in your prayers!<br />
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We are very excited to start this adventure and move on to the next chapter of our lives.<br />
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We will keep you updated on the process. Until next time, happy almost New Year!<br />
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<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-79251844535141285852012-12-13T17:16:00.001-05:002012-12-13T17:16:23.918-05:00Saturday Classes: Week EightOn Saturday, I ended up waking up early. My darn internal clock thinks it needs to wake me up early on the weekends! So I thought to myself, why not drive over to my parent's house and make my mom go with me to Dunkin Doughnuts before she has to go to work. Not sure how excited about this she was but she did end up going with me.<br />
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So off to work my mom went and I looked at my Dad, he looked at me, I asked him what he was doing before he had to go to work. Apparently the golf shop was having a big sale and he wanted to use his league credits to purchase some items. Seemed like a good idea, so I tagged along with him. It ended up working in my favor because he bought me a purple hat. No, I don't golf but I loved the color and I can use it at the shooting range.<br />
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Now it was time for him to get ready to leave for work soon. Hmmmm....what to do with myself. Well, of course, I went to a do a little bit of Christmas shopping. I sure will be glad when these classes are over because I have been spending wayyyyyyy to much money!<br />
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After that I stopped by to take my favorite leasing agent a diet coke, she is an addict. I know I should not support this habit but I do. :-) <br />
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Then I figured I would be productive and get some laundry, ect. done.<br />
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So that was my day. Not all that exciting but I did keep myself busy! Thank goodness there is only one more class left. I see a massage in my future for Saturday...Shhhh don't tell the Husband.<br />
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Until next time, keep on adventuring!Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-27098527013874614342012-12-07T14:59:00.001-05:002012-12-07T15:01:23.230-05:00Saturday Classes: Week Six and SevenWow am I off my game for blogging about what I have done while the Husband is attending Saturday classes. I started this so I need to finish it. Now let's see if I can remember what I did...Heck I have a hard enough time remembering what I ate for dinner the night before!<br />
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This was Thanksgiving weekend. One would think the Husband would not have class due to the holiday. Well, originally he WAS supposed to have class but then they ended up cancelling it. I had already scheduled a massage for the day, sorry no deals this time, so I decided to go ahead and keep my appointment because after all a happy wife, makes a happy life, right?<br />
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The rest of the day we just spent cuddling and relaxing together. Awwww...aren't we cute? No really, aren't we?<br />
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The Husband returned to class. Thank goodness, I was missing having mu Saturday adventures with out him. Just kidding!<br />
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I started off my morning with using one of my deals from LivingSocial for a 25 minute foot massage. It was only $12.00 so I figured that I would give it a try. Honestly, it was not that great. I should have saved my $12.00. <br />
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Oh well, now that my feet were somewhat relaxed it was time to hit the pavement with my mom and do some Christmas shopping. Fa-La-La-La-La....Somehow she ended up taking a really good coupon from me but I can't talk about it because I might have to kill you. Okay, not really, I don't want the Husband to read about it, since it pertains to some of his Christmas gifts. <br />
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So those were the two weeks in a nutshell. I think I two more weeks of this...<br />
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Until next Saturday! Oh crap that is tomorrow. <br />
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Keep on adventuring!Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-79309747482336315452012-12-06T17:57:00.000-05:002012-12-06T17:57:40.960-05:00Introducing The HusbandSo I thought that I would tell you a little bit about the Husband. Since he is one of the main characters in my blog.<br />
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The Husband is about a year and a half younger then me, yeah I know I robbed the cradle. Trust me I have heard all of the jokes about this, especially from him. At first it really bothered me that he was younger but now not so much. I think the main thing that pisses me off is that I am going to be thirty before him and I am not sure I am going to do thirty well.<br />
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He is the youngest of five boys. Yep, that is right, five boys. His poor mother! So not only is he the youngest but he was mostly an only child, since the next youngest is ten years older then him. Hmmmm...two only children together, married, kind of a problem at times. Sharing is not my thing he should want to share, he had siblings. This can be problematic at times.<br />
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He currently works for a utility company and has aspirations of one day becoming a lineman. I try not to think of him up there climbing on poles. Kind of freaks me out a bit but I support him in his dreams and am proud of his accomplishments. He has been working on his associates degree to help him get in to this line of work. <br />
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He recently posted this on my personal FB wall, I am glad that he understands....<br />
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Especially since he has a problem recognizing what this is...<br />
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In all seriousness though the Husband is a great guy and I love him to pieces! He is a kind and compassionate man and he loves with his whole heart. He would walk to the end of the earth for me and I would do the same for him. <br />
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I am proud to call him the Husband, even though he is an overgrown man child. ;)Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-35153390274185283972012-11-20T17:28:00.000-05:002012-11-20T17:28:00.700-05:00Saturday Classes: Week Four and FiveOkay, so I am playing a bit of catch up here and have fallen behind on blogging about how I keep busy while my husband is attending his Saturday classes. So I have combined week four and five in one post.<br />
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I had every intention of waking up early getting out of bed and getting some things done around the house. You know how that goes. I was even up by 8:30 a.m., thanks to my mother who called. Mom: "Oh I thought you would have been awake already." Me: "No, I decided to sleep in today." Mom: "Oops!" Am I in high school again, where my mom is always trying to get me up on the weekends? In her defense, I am usually up and moving by this time. I digress. <br />
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Like I said, I did have every intention of making it a productive Saturday. However, after laying in bed playing a game on my phone, I felt sleep calling my name. So back to sleep I went. I actually did not end up waking up until around 1:30 p.m. Wow, I have not done that in awhile!<br />
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After waking up and trying to rush around and get ready, which included shaving my legs. Yes, I just mentioned this, keep reading. It was time to leave for my massage (do you see now why I had to shave my legs?) So off I went to some electrolysis /permanent makeup place, that does massages as well. I was a little skeptical but who can resist a deal for a 90 minute hot stone massage for $49.00, typically a $120.00 value there. Certainly not me! In fact I had never had a hot stone massage so I was eager to try it out. People supposedly either love it or hate it.<br />
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I arrive for my appointment and the massage therapist was waiting downstairs for me. It is in a small office building so apparently the doors are locked on the weekends. Kind of odd but onward we went. I go in to this small little suite and there is another woman in there with her husband, filling out a bunch of forms. I finish with my forms and she said "You must be able to see better then me." I respond with, "I think my forms were shorter than yours, I am here to get a massage." Turns out she was there to have permanent makeup tattooed on her face. Who does that? It kind of, no it really CREEPS me out.<br />
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Okay, forms are filled out and it is time for my massage. Turns out it is a dude that is going to be doing my massage, now there is nothing wrong with men massage therapists but as a woman I am much more comfortable with a woman doing my massage. It is just how I feel but I sucked it up and put my big girl panties on, who really cares about the gender of the masseuse as long as it is relaxing and enjoyable.<br />
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Ohhhh sweet relaxation....or not. The massage starts and the therapist starts talking some, I don't mind a little talk but he starts talking A LOT. He starts talking about how he does not really like giving hot stone massages, how he is a therapist and has his own business as well. Then he starts talking about dating and how he always has to ask how they feel about him giving massages to women, are they jealous type? Okay, this is a little weird. He goes on to talk about how he wants to make sure that they know that it is an intimate thing, don't think this is the word he was looking for, he then changes it and how they have to be comfortable with what he does. Makes sense but, dude I am laying here half naked on your table, could you not use the word intimate, it weirds me out a bit. Apparently he brings this up during speed dating. Now, he did not talk the whole time and I did get to enjoy some silence. He actually did a pretty good job and was able to get a lot of the kinks out of my upper back, they were bad! <br />
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As far as a hot stone massage goes, it felt fine but it is not something that I would pay more for. In the future I will just stick to my standard massages. Also, I will probably not go back there again, he did a good job but they are farther away from where I live and their prices are higher, plus I like my regular massage therapist better. I did tell my mom that when she schedules hers she should use him, she had been there before with another deal and had some one she did not enjoy. I had purchased this one for her so she needs to use it and I think she will enjoy his massage more, just not the talking portion.<br />
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Once the massage was done I met up with a friend, her husband and two little girls for dinner at O'Charley's. We had a great time, the little ones always make me laugh. Heck, so does she and her husband. <br />
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So, that concludes week four.<br />
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So we arrive at week five, which was this past Saturday. We are over 1/2 way there! I woke up at about 7:30 a.m. and started to call my husband. I hear his phone ringing. Oh crap, did he leave his phone at home? Nope, apparently his tire had gone flat, so he decided to skip class for the day. Remember he has a two hour drive, so by the time he would have gotten it taken care of and on the road, it just would not have been worth it.<br />
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Yay! I get to spend the day with the Husband. Hmmm....how can I fit him in to my Saturday plans? I know...I will convince him to take me out to breakfast to get some pancakes. Success! He agrees to take me out to breakfast. <br />
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Next on my schedule for the day is a deep conditioning treatment and haircut. Yep, you've got it, I bought another deal. This one was off of LivingSocial. $24.00 for a conditioning treatment and haircut. Can't beat that price! <br />
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It has been so long since I have had my hair done. The last time was before we moved. Now if you know me, then you know that I have SUPER thick hair and that it grows out and not down. My hair was badly in need of a cut, it was quite embarrassing. So the Husband dropped me off at the hair place while he went off to explore. Ahhh...so much better! My hair felt lighter and looked great! Props to the hairstylist and the salon I have scheduled an appointment to return the end of December for another trim and for highlights. You have won my business for now. See deal sites can help you attract customers! Keep the deals coming people.<br />
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After that I looked at the Husband and informed him I was hungry and I knew just where I wanted to go. Destination: On The Border. Boy, do I love their chips and salsa. <br />
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After lunch it was time for the Husband to get his hair cut. He had sprouted wings and looked like he was about ready to fly away. Yes, I believe that there was some squawking involved. Okay, maybe it was me doing the squawking. <br />
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The Husband goes to this place called Sports Clips. They have TVs that they can watch, in front of each station while they are getting their hair done. Sports of course but none the less a neat concept. Then I learned something about the Husband, not only does he get his haircut while he is there but he also upgrades to get his hair washed, with the steam towel over his face and finishes off with a short neck massage. No wonder his haircut bills have been more expensive! His secret has been discovered. <br />
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So that was Saturday number five, only this one included the Husband.Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-40678812294913855562012-11-11T21:12:00.002-05:002012-11-11T21:13:33.030-05:00Wine and CanvasShe had me at wine. Wait....what is this canvas thing? You want me to paint on that? Actually, you want me to paint at all? I have never painted on canvas before or really painted at all. Unless you can count painting by number, which I did as a child.<br />
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So what am I talking about? My friend and I were planning a night out without our husbands and her kids and she suggested Wine and Canvas. She had been before and said she had a great time. She assured me that anyone could do it because they walk you through it. Now, if you have met me then you know I am not at all crafty or artistic. I wish that I was...I wish really hard sometimes but unfortunately I am not and never have been.<br />
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I was willing to give it a try. I knew that I could will myself to be artistic. I put my big girl panties on, took a big gulp of wine and started to paint. The time flew by and before you know it I had a picture that resembled the photo below.<br />
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I did it, I actually painted something that looked somewhat decent and on canvas to boot! I was so excited. Apparently when I told my friend I could not paint she did not know that I had NEVER painted before. She was impressed at how well I did for my first time, or so she said. Maybe she was just being nice. Either way I am making my husband hang it up in our hallway.<br />
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So if you are interested in trying this then check out www.wineandcanvas.com. They have multiple locations, not just in Indiana but across the U.S. I plan on going back and making my husband go to do the couples session.<br />
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For now I will dream of one day becoming a world famous artist. Hey, I did say dream!<br />
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Well we made it through week three of Saturday classes. The Husband's class that is. Actually his class ended up going about an hour later this Saturday and remember his class is about 2 1/2 hrs. away.<div>
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Don't fret though I had plenty to do this Saturday and my parents took it upon themselves to entertain me. Hey it is like I am not even married and I am living with them again. I know how much they miss me (typed with sarcasm.)</div>
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I actually spent the night at my parent's house Friday night, see I am slowly moving back in. Shhhh don't tell them, they might move. Okay, I am not really moving back in. My grandma had an MRI scheduled for 7:00 p.m. Friday night so I met my mom at my grandmas and went with them to her appointment. Then they didn't get her back until about 7:40 p.m. to do the actual MRI and then it was another 1/2 hr. or so for them to do the MRI. So by the time we got my grandma back to her place and settled in it was a little after 9:00 p.m. and since I was hungry and kind of cranky my mom went with me to Outback so that I could get a salad to eat. Being the nice daughter that I am I even bought her an appetizer. By that point in time I was tired and since I had already planned on going to their house the following day I figured it would just make more sense to stay there the night.</div>
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Then on Saturday morning my mom decided she wanted to go for early voting, just in case my grandma has to have surgery on Tuesday. So she asks me if I want to go with her, after I heard my dad talking about how they said you could be standing in line to vote for two hours. No thank you! If I was going to stand in line for two hours then I might as well go ahead and do early voting where I live. Did I mention that I was a good daughter? I ended up changing my mind and went with her. At least it was only 1 1/2 hrs...Like that is so much better. Don't worry she rewarded me with a trip to Dunkin Doughnuts afterwards.</div>
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Later we went to lunch with my dad. While we were at lunch he mentioned it was a good thing that I went with my mom this morning. Apparently after I told her no when she asked if I wanted to go with her she started complaining to my dad. Mentioned something about how if I had asked she would have gone with me. REALLY?????? Didn't I go and help you last night? Then she mentioned how after I was cranky and hungry and how SHE went with me to get something to eat. Score one for mom.</div>
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After lunch we went to a flooring store with my parents, since they are in the process of getting ready to redo their bathrooms, flooring, ect. in their house. I mean I need to be involved in this process since I will one day inherit their home. I was introduced as tag-along. Nice! Here is our late twenty something daughter who had nothing better to do today. Oh well. I don't think they are going to go with my choices either.</div>
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When we were done I really wanted to go to McNamara and look at their holiday stuff. Their stuff is awesome but super expensive. Who pays $170.00 for a wreath??? I really do want one but wanting and buying are two very different matters. None the less I still love to go in there and look at everything. I will wait till after Christmas when everything goes on clearance.</div>
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Look what I did end up purchasing and it lights up! I think we embarrassed my dad, especially since my mom ended up buying one and plans on wearing it to work on black Friday. hers has snowmen on it though.</div>
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So that was pretty much my day! I also ended up dozing off at my parent's house and then my mom and I went to dinner.</div>
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Overall I was kept pretty entertained! </div>
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I may be almost 30 but I do enjoy spending time with my parents. They really do crack me up!</div>
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Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-33944722325696532202012-11-02T08:18:00.000-04:002012-11-02T08:18:44.605-04:00Conversations In The Husband's HeadDo any of you ever have your husband tell you that he told you something and you swear he never said anything about it? I swear my husband does this, he says he has told me something and I know that he does not. Then he accuses me of not listening. I think to myself am I going crazy?<br />
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Case in point, we had recently had a conversation that he needed to go and attend one of his union meetings. He did not specify when he was going, just that he needed to attend one. Yesterday afternoon we were on the phone and I said something along the lines of I could not find my glasses and since I could not see I needed him to help me find them when he got home. He laughed and said "oh that might be a problem since I will not be home until late." Huh? "Yeah, I am going to the my union meeting." I think to myself, nice I wish I had known this so that I could have made plans or something. Not that there are not some things, okay a LOT of things that I need to do around the house but I could have gone to my parents for dinner or out with a friend. <br />
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<img height="200" src="http://www.crazy4me.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Pink-Question-Mark.jpg" width="200" />He goes on to say that he told me he was going to go. Nu-uh, he did not tell me. I know I am NOT going crazy. Our conversation only consisted of he needed to attend a meeting sometime, not that he was going to this meeting.<br />
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Oh well, at least I did not have anything planned for dinner and I did manage to find a friend to go to dinner with. Luckily I was able to send Turtle a text message to see if she had plans for the night. I was lucky that she did not. My friend Turtle is a life saver!<br />
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So do you ever feel this way? Does your husband or boyfriend swear up and down that they told you something? I know that I am not the only one that this happens to. <br />
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Just another day in a typical Midwest marriage. :-)<br />
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<br />Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-52391578408911735172012-11-01T15:31:00.000-04:002012-11-01T15:31:09.665-04:00Adult Only WeekendSo a couple of weekends ago the Husband and I took a weekend trip to Cincinnati and we were joined by some good friends of ours. This weekend was for adults only or was it? There were times where I think we acted like teenagers or like we were in our early twenties but it was all in good fun. For example the Husband attacked my friend with play dinosaurs, then there was the cave where we tried to lose our husbands.<br />
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In all seriousness though we had a great time. This was our first trip that we took with another couple, not including my parents. Although, I think I was called a funpire at one point in time during the trip, don't worry it was in jest.<br />
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It was nice to get away with another couple our age, with no worries and to be able to just relax and have a good time. We would definitely go away with them again!<br />
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Cincinnati is such a wonderful city and there is so much to do there. We took our first trip to an IKEA store (the Husband enjoyed the carts, he thought that he was supposed to drift with them), visited Jungle Jim's (this store is on steroids or something) and went to some of the museums.<br />
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All in all it was a great weekend! If your looking for a great weekend get away then I suggest visiting Cincinnati. There is so much to do there, I know the Husband and I will return sometime in the future!Local Explorerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727550085369194746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993504089381036998.post-62372067390539978742012-10-31T14:53:00.000-04:002012-10-31T14:53:32.694-04:00Saturday ClassesSo do any of you out there have significant others or spouses in school? I have probably mentioned in past posts that the Husband is currently back in school working on his degree. This semester he has been taking an online class and now he has just started a Saturday class that lasts for 8 weeks. The Saturday class he attends is all day and is about 2 hrs. and 15 min. away from where we live. Poor guy!<br />
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So since he has this class on Saturday I have been trying to find things to do to keep me occupied. Not that I need the Husband to entertain me but the weekends are when we get to spend time together and since I am cooped up in the house all week, working from home, I like to get out and do things.<br />
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I have found some Groupon, LivingSocial deals, ect. that I have been purchasing so that I can schedule some appointments for some pampering. A nice way to have some me time!<br />
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So what have I been doing to keep myself busy? As you saw in a previous post, one Saturday my mom came over to hang out and help me get some things done around our place. This Saturday though I took myself out on a date!<br />
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I started the morning off with a massage (unfortunately no Groupon was used for this, I bit the bullet and paid full price). I really needed one, I was getting cranky and it had been awhile since I had one. Then it was back home to drop off a diet coke for Turtle and talk for a few minutes. Then I was off again to take myself out to lunch. Destination Buffalo Wild Wings, I was craving some of their popcorn shrimp. The Husband is not a huge fan, kind of messes with his stomach, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity to go. Then it was off to Kohl's to spend some Kohl's cash (Shout out to Turtle for giving me the Kohl's cash to use). <br />
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After all of that I was going to come home and work on some laundry, I heard it screaming my name, instead I plopped down on the couch with a good book to read and relax. Then I thought about working around the house some more, I mean really why can't this stuff get done on its own? However, the Husband called and was on his way home, so he wanted me to meet him about 1/2 way to have a dinner date at Olive Garden. How could I refuse the man I love right? My hottie husband wanted to have a date night and tell me about his day at class. Off to Olive Garden I went, dang GPS system got me lost too but that is okay I finally found my way to the Husband.<br />
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I guess I did not get much down around the house but I did have a great day by myself! Now just to figure out what I am going to do for the next six Saturdays that he has class.<br />
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No plans yet for next Saturday. Any ideas or suggestions?<br />
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