I wonder if stealing the Bible is a sin. I really hope not.

In Chicago we get all of the seasons… and the longest is definitely winter.  Or maybe it just seems that way.  Either way, we’re well into March and there’s a lot of snow on the ground.

I think it’s rather pretty!  My Frye boots would disagree.  They are covered in salt residue and could use a summer vacation for sure.

(Our little Monster loves the snow.  He thinks he’s a snow-dog *that should be a breed*)

cold

In other news, the Husband and I really want to watch The Bible, which is being shown on the History channel in 2 hour increments for the next few weeks.  Unfortunately, we don’t have cable.

And we couldn’t find the episode online.

So we had no choice but to ‘steal’ it.  Or borrow it.  Yeah, let’s go with that, I prefer the term ‘borrow.’

I think God will understand, right?  

(I mean, it’s far better TV-watching than the Millionaire Matchmaker shows that I’ve been occupying my time with lately….)

Advertisements

What I read when I’m drinking wine.

Sometimes I get so busy that I forget that I’m only human and do not have the abilities to tackle every task at hand and try to do everything anyway.  And then life reminds me that I’m only human and strikes my over-exhausted body down with sickness.

Last week was one of those weeks.  I was so busy, so productive, and so happy.  and then BAM! everything shut down. (By ‘everything’ I’m referring to my immune system).

I was fairly certain I was going to die on Friday from the common cold.

Yeah, this could be an example of me being dramatic, but seriously, I had the fever, the chills, the sore throat, the stuffy nose, the cough, you get the idea.  I felt disgusting and managed to look even worse.  Maybe that’s why the Husband took pity on me and was even nicer to me than usual.  This is one of the great perks of being married – I have a wonderful roommate who is willing to cook for me, rub my feet, draw me a bath, etc.

Do I know I’m spoiled? Definitely.

The point is, this weekend was more uneventful than I had hoped, but the Husband took great care of me and I was able to read a fantastic book!

Silver lining people, silver lining.

This book.... I cannot say enough about it.  It's kind of self-help but pretty much just awesome.

This book…. I cannot say enough about it. It’s kind of self-help(ish) but pretty much just awesome.

Over the weekend I finished The Gifts of Imperfection. No summary of this book (that I could write) would do it justice, but suffice it to say that this book is one of my very-favorites and I think I’ll find it to be quite life changing.

What book is next on my list?  I have a whole shelf full of possibilities, filled with recommendations from friends and blog writers and all sorts of other sources.

These are next on my 'to-read' list!

These are next on my ‘to-read’ list!

Don’t worry (were you worried?), I didn’t spend the entire weekend with my nose in a book and devoid of any human interaction. On Sunday my mom came into town and we went to brunch and any weekend that involves a fancy brunch is pretty wonderful.

It wasn’t just an ordinary brunch, either.  We went to Longman & Eagle and it was every bit as fantastic as I thought it would be.

Oh brunch, how I love thee.

Oh brunch, how I love thee!

Ah – books, love, brunch, family, wine, a documentary or two… I had quite the successful weekend.

I hope you enjoyed your weekend and are recharged for the week ahead!

I just had the most delicious weekend.

I had a phenomenal weekend this past weekend.  The kind of weekend where I can breathe a sigh of relief and contentment on Sunday night because I finished everything I wanted to do and feel caught up on life and saw friends and ate great food and drank quality drinks and all-around feel fulfilled.

I am savoring every second of these happy and content feelings because some weekends are frustrating and sad and lonely and unproductive, but this weekend was not one of those and for that I am thankful.

I won’t go through every single thing I did, but actually I’ll probably end up listing it all anyway.  Sorry about that, just bear with me.

Publican

On Friday the Husband and I went out with a high school friend of mien and her husband at a place in Chicago I’ve been meaning to go forever – The Publican.  It was fantastic.  I was happy that they had seafood dishes because it’s basically known for its  meat and beer and I don’t eat or drink either one of those.  It was tapas style and the dishes were delicious and we shared so much great food and laughed over beers and scallops and hams and mussels in beer broth.

Dave and Rachel dined with us on Friday.

Great friends, great drinks, great food… nothing beats this!

Speaking of which, you’ll be happy to know (well, you probably don’t care, but I’m at least happy to tell you) that I’ve settled on my ‘adult drink of choice’ which is Ketel One and water with lemon.  Perfection in a glass.

I spent my Saturday shopping on Michigan Avenue with one of my absolute favorite people ever, Miss Brittany.

Well, first we went to Xoco.  I had never been there before and it did not disappoint in the slightest.

I got the fish stew.  To-die-for delicious.

I got the fish stew. To-die-for delicious.

Now, I really don’t go shopping very often (I promise!), but lately I’ve really been figuring out things I need to buy and have been going at this list with extra-enthusiasm.  Our stores-of-choice for this shopping expedition were Sephora, Anthropologie, and Nordstrom Rack.  The things I purchased included: a cardigan (yes, another one), raspberry jeans, an ‘&’ sign for house decor, a candle, conditioner, blush, bronzer, exfoliator, moisturizer, foundation, eye liner, eye shadow, lip liner, lip gloss, a winter coat…. it was exhausting.  I found some awesome deals, too!

After our productive afternoon, Brit & I went out to dinner to celebrate our most fantastic and successful shopping day of all time at Vermillion with our significant others where I got the most AMAZING vegetarian dish I’ve ever eaten.  I’m not even being dramatic, it was that delicious.  We all belly-laughed and enjoyed cocktails and dined on Indian food (and other infusion-type dishes) and stayed for hours and hours.  I even ordered three desserts and we finished every morsel.

Brit and the Husband (mine, obviously, not hers)

Brit and the Husband (mine, obviously, not hers)

Today I woke up and went to CrossFit and the Husband and I ran some errands and bought a piece of furniture and some frames and then we went to church and ate dinner.  Perfection.

My credit card is a bit overwhelmed after all of the use its gotten in the past few days, but I am so, so happy that I took care of so many things I’ve been saying I needed to buy for weeks.

And now I’m watching the Blackhawks and I’m about to read and cuddle with my little monster.

Perfect weekend?  I think so.

I hope everyone else has had an equally wonderful weekend.

‘Cockhawks’ and other things I’m willing to put up with to save $50.

We’re a hockey-type family (meaning the Husband and I love hockey and the little monster doesn’t like anything on TV because he feels threatened by anything or anyone that moves faster than him… but he can still be a fan by association, right? Right.)

This is us almost exactly 2 years ago at one of our first Hawks games together. Time flies!

This is us almost exactly 2 years ago at one of our first Hawks games together. Time flies!

Anyway, I was convinced that the NHL was about to be no more for the 2012-3013 season, but just when I was about to lose hope, hockey started again!  Then the problem became: how the heck do we watch hockey games now that we’ve canceled cable television?!

Ah, first world problems at their best.  I’m actually rolling my eyes at myself.

We solved this problem the way we solve all problems, we decided to illegally stream the game from someone who decided to purchase the NHL game package or something like that.  I don’t know, I’ve never looked into it.  I am far too frugal to think it’s a great idea to spend $50 on hockey for the season when there are perfectly good ways to watch the games for free.

Actually, first we decided to try to stream the game from someone with a Slingbox… this has worked for us before and it’s amazing, but for some reason it didn’t work for us last night.  Oh the pain and inconvenience this caused!

Then we found another method of watching the game and this particular method involved some man watching the game  and streaming it online so that other (cheaper) people could watch it with him.  Now, we’ve done this before and it usually works without incident.  However, last night we were watching ‘with’ an especially annoying interesting individual.  At random times during the game he would yell things about the goalies (the Husband says he just used a microphone to do this… I have no idea) and other off-color comments.  Let me tell you, in case you have yet to experience this particular event, it’s super-strange to be watching your TV and hear a random man who is not a TV announcer commenting!  It’s like having a third roommate again, but one that you don’t know and don’t particularly like.  I wanted him out of our family room, immediately.

Then, and this was our favorite part, during game breaks this man actually opened up the Paint program in his computer (do you all remember this gem?!) and started drawing.

So, instead of watching hockey, we were listening to hockey and watching our modern Van Gogh. His specialties appeared to be drawings of mascots, scores from other NHL games, and even a penis or two.  Because no hockey game would be the same without a penis drawing.

What are we, 14 years old again?

Seriously?!

Oh, this man was a clever one. This was taken right before he drew the penis.

Oh, this man was a clever one. This was taken right before he drew the penis.

Maybe we do need to spend the $50 and watch the games like normal people.

 

Last weekend was perfect… And this is a very belated post.

Last weekend was my favorite type of weekend.  And this blog post is evidently very belated because it’s almost time for the next weekend.  Fuck.  Anyway, this shall not get me down and I’ll tell ya’ll *I’m not southern but one of my best friends lives in Knoxville, TN so I think that gives me license to say this, right?* about my last weekend since it was stellar.

(As a sidenote: why the heck do I never take pictures of epic awesome weekends?!  I’m always having too much fun to take pictures and immediately regret this decision when I look back on the super-fun times and have no photos!  Next time… I’ll take pictures next time.  I’ve been saying this for years.)

Thank goodness someone else bothered to take a picture of me and the birthday boy!  Weekend recorded.

Thank goodness someone else bothered to take a picture of me and the birthday boy! Weekend recorded.

My weekend was filled with… A double-date with Brit & Whit at Table Fifty-Two (fancy southern comfort food!  It was ah-mazing). Drinking wine. Errands/Being Productive. Finishing wedding thank you notes. A great friend’s 30th birthday party at Burton Place (a dive bar in Old Town) where we got to meet new people. Going to Crossfit. Brunch with the ladies. Watching football. Playing with our little monster-of-a-dog. Attending a soup-off competition with the Husband’s extended family (the best part about these is that I never cook anything but I’m still allowed to be a judge).

Any weekend involving soup is a good weekend.

Ah, a delicious and well-balanced (meaning tons of carbs) lunch.  Soup for every meal!

Ah, a delicious and well-balanced (meaning tons of carbs) lunch. Soup for every meal!

No, I’m not sexting you.

I took this picture the other day to portray my disgust with the cold weather (and dog walking in cold weather):

(This picture was supposed to induce a lot of guilt).

this is my - 'i wish you were home so i wouldn't have to walk this little monster in the cold' face

this is my – ‘i wish you were home so i wouldn’t have to walk this little monster in the cold’ face

Then I got distracted and forgot to send it to the Husband so I had to show it to him on my phone instead.

The conversation went something like this:

Husband: Who were you going to send that picture to?

Me: You!

Husband: Ohhhh you were going to sext me?

… at this point I may have literally smacked myself in the forehead.  I really think I must be doing this whole ‘sexy wife’ thing wrong if my brand new husband thinks I’m sexting him in 18 layers of clothing and a scarf and hat.

Note to self – wear sexier clothes.  Take pictures of self in sexier clothes.  Send to husband.