today is our anniversary. nine years. it has gone by so fast and we have been through so much together...it's sometimes hard to believe. but i do have a story for you that ISN'T hard to believe...because you can't make up stuff like this. like to hear it? here it goes....
i got montezuma's revenge...on my honeymoon. sure did y'all. but that's not all of it. let's recap, shall we?
the BEGINNING of our honeymoon was great. we decided on one of those all inclusive resorts in riviera maya, mexico that lured us in with the promise of crystal blue waters and endless food and drink. i had packed all of my "cutest" outfits and bikinis and was so looking forward to a relaxing vacation.
to make a long story short, i'll just skip to the middle of the week...for THAT is where the real fun begins. after three days of eating mounds of meat and heavy meals, i was craving a salad! not one time did it cross my mind that maybe that wouldn't be so smart. after all..you DO have to wash the lettuce in water. the rest of the day was great. we went on to dinner and then spent the evening at a hilarious "michael jackson" concert. all was well until about 1:00am when i awoke with shooting pains in my stomach. and that is when i started praying to the porcelain god. and that is ALSO when i learned that brian can sleep through anything and everything. and i do mean EVERYTHING.
after an entire night of sleeping on the cold bathroom floor and emptying my entire body of every substance i had partaken of in the last six months, i crawled on all fours into our bedroom. with as much energy as i could muster, i woke brian and told him i was dying and i needed a sprite. he was confused and startled...as he new NOTHING of the lashing i had taken the night before. all i could say to that was...THANK GOD. it may have saved our marriage. but wait. it gets better.
we had to cancel our snorkeling excursion for that day...for i thought it would be much more fun to lay in bed and watch the news...in spanish...while sipping on a lukewarm sprite. i encouraged brian to go on outside and hang on the beach. just because i couldn't enjoy the honeymoon, didn't mean he shouldn't.
since that day was a wash out, we rescheduled our snorkeling for the next day...hoping i would be better. the following morning i decided to go for it. i would say i was about 50%...but compared to the day and night before, i felt like i could run a marathon.
we completed our excursion, and were laying on the beach...when i suddenly got EXTREMELY thirsty. (remember...i had NOTHING in my stomach and had forced down one sprite in two days). i asked brian to get me some water...so he started slowly walking back to the drink station. NO! i need water now...get it from the ocean. i was panicked. something was wrong. i felt like i couldn't breathe. he ran and filled up this tiny cup with water and brought it back to me. i poured it all over myself and still couldn't breathe. and then...it happened. i looked up at brian and suddenly he was charlie brown...talking in super slow motion...but it was echoing...like in a tunnel. and that was it. the next thing i remember was looking up and being surrounded by palm trees. i was being carried though a jungle and yelled at in spanish. weird dream. then the running stopped and people we throwing water all over me. what the heck? where am i? this is confusing. and THAT my friends is when it started making sense. the darkness turned to light and brian's face was two inches from mine...with eyes as big as saucers. every question the lifeguard/paramedic asked me..brian answered....until they finally told him to stop. that I needed to answer the questions. it was then that i realized i was sprawled out on a lawn chair(that had been used as a stretcher). oh my gosh. my pulse was being taken, people were pouring water down my throat and all over my body, and a crowd had gathered. lovely. just lovely. honeymoon of my dreams. after laying there for a while, i was able to get up and slowly walk to my room...where brian later told me the story....
right before i passed out, i had looked at him and yelled....BRIAN! my eyes rolled back in my head, and i hit the sand. if any of you know brian, you know he is quiet and does NOT like to call attention to himself. but...picture this. he picked me up, put his arms under my armpits, and started running through the sand screaming...HELP! the lifeguard ran over and they threw me on a lawn chair....several people came over to help...and ran with the chair into the shade(so THAT is where the palm trees came in)! unfortunately...i remember the rest of the story.
so between the montezuma's revenge and the beach pass out....ours was definitely a honeymoon to remember. i'd venture to say i deserve a redo.
happy anniversary brian. thanks for saving my life in mexico. ;) i love you more today than ever!
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
i was out shopping with lainey the other day...and call me old...but...dang. i can say with certainty that i
knew THOUGHT i knew of a few items in the fashion world that would NEVER make a comeback...and there they were. shining bright like a diamond.
exhibit a: the cropped tee
exhibit a: the cropped tee
one several of these and was probably thinking at the time...."don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?"...and i'm sure everyone wanted to say..."she's hotter". ;) i even wore croppy toppy with those high waisted jeans...which was NOT smart when you are hippy helen like me. although now, i would do just about anything to trade in my stretch mark muffin top stomach for my 15yr old stomach. why wasn't i more grateful? oh yeah...i must have been...i wore a cropped shirt...with pride.
exhibit b: the fanny pack
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! there is no possible way. my mom was the queen of fanny packs in the 80's and early 90's and we were brutal to her about it. secretly she still totally loves them and will be thrilled when i show her this picture. it's quite possible that she can dig one out of the top of her closet. but for me...this is an absolute horror for sure!
exhibit c: the acid washed jean
good golly miss molly. i never. so ugly and so unflattering. but there they were....right beside all the jeans at american eagle. my heart may or may not have leaped for joy when lainey declared she "hated those".
what about you? any "fashion comebacks" that you declared on your life you would never wear again? :)
Monday, August 19, 2013
the kids are back in school...which means two things. we are again waking up when it is still dark(boo!) and my house is cleaner than it has been in months(yay!). i have been in purge/organize mode and it makes my heart happy. this is embarrassing to admit, but i get downright giddy hauling stuff out of my house!
and while clothes and furniture are heading out, photographs are going to be marching in. this is the year to FINALLY print some of my photos from the computer. i will NOT admit on this blog how many
months years it has been since I have actually held a real photograph in my hand...but i will tell you that i'm working on change that statistic.
and....on that note...this whole instagram thing is my fave! i discovered this app a few weeks ago...
...installed it on my phone, uploaded the pics i wanted to print, paid, pressed confirm, and in less than a week...i had adorable little 4x4 instagram prints delivered right to my door. shout out for technology! woot! ;)
once again...i am going to TRY and start writing more...but most posts will be short and sweet...like this one....so i don't have a chance to get too wordy and start rambling! ;)
happy monday everyone!