Sunday, May 25, 2014

Crying peonies on a coffee table.

This evening after the kids' bedtime, when I'd normally be putting my outfit out to get ready for work at the butt crack of dawn the next day, I got to paint instead due to it being a holiday tomorrow. I've been inspired lately by vases of peonies (or some other preppy flower) set atop stacks of fancy books on coffee tables. I would NEVER do that in my own home, as I think that for the most part, trinkets that do not serve a function should not be laying around taking up space. Not to mention both of my small kids would knock that ish out within a matter of minutes. Now I get to have an emo version of that decor idea, without actually having to have a dusty stack of books and high-maintenance flowers taking up real estate on my coffee table. The irony is that I actually plan to put this painting in our master bathroom.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

5 Years

Fun fact: Over the past five years, my wedding/engagement ring set has morphed significantly. The diamond is the same one, but my husband recently got me a new setting (prong setting with diamonds around), because my previous tension setting kept coming loose every year or so, and I felt that it wasn't as stable as I'd like it to be. The local jeweler in San Antonio we use has been wonderful, and always accommodating. My wedding band is also relatively new, because my other ones were some cheap ones we ordered online (guys, we were freaking 20 years old), and we always wanted to get one from the jeweler we use in San Antonio, to go along with the engagement ring. These settings, for the engagement diamond and the rows of diamonds in the wedding band and engagement ring, make me feel like an emu would love to bite my finger's a LOT more sparkly than I've been used to, with a previously metal-heavy look.

My husband and I have been married for five years today. It seems like a long time, but in reality, it's just a short period of time that we've been lucky to get to live full lives within. I hope that we have many more years together.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Look look I can cook.

I made bang bang shrimp, an imitation recipe from Bonefish Grill. It was really good. Shrimp, you don't scare me anymore. This is a lightly fried shrimp tossed in a spicy creamy sauce.

Cream cheese blueberry muffins. When I made these, I felt like a winner at domestic endeavors.


Whole wheat croissant melts (with some fancy organic deli chicken and cheese - look at me, I'm so pretentious.)

A spin on autumn salad. I served this with balsamic vinaigrette.

Jalepeno poppers. I love raw jalepenos. If my food makes me cry, it's the best. These jalepenos were seared on the stovetop, and then placed in a hot oven with some cream cheese.

Lemon butter scallops with rice pilaf. If I were do to it differently, I'd get bigger scallops. I don't know what I was thinking with these mini scallops, but they did taste good.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Leaving our church...

We've been going to a large church in the city (not THE largest, but I'm talking multi-campus large) since my daughter was an infant. They have a great cry room for when you don't want to leave your nursing baby yet, and when you do, they have a really awesome kids program. This particular church has had some beliefs/views that my husband and I haven't necessarily agreed with, but have tolerated with the understanding that a church is not perfect, because people in general aren't perfect (including us). There have only been two sermons there where I thought for sure that at least 30% of the congregation was being alienated by comments made by the pastor. But we've let it go, because we are all entitled to our opinions. However, the last straw for us was when the pastor of the church (huge church, by the way) sent out a personal email message to everyone, a call to action if you will, that was so beyond bigoted that I was like, "oh hell no he didn't...." I just don't want to form relationships with people who are of that belief, and I feel that most of those folks truly are thinking those things, but maybe aren't as stupid to open their mouths and say it out loud. Anyway, bye bye our church. Not sure what kind of church we need to go to, but I just can't with that crap.

Which brings me to another thought I've had recently. Don't you hate it when you really like someone, have a good time with them, etc., and then eventually you find out that they are of a racist, homophobic, or other sort of mentality? As I get older (and more removed from growing up in an area rich with those views), it gets increasingly difficult for me to ignore those things about someone. Like, you may have a great personality, be very intelligent, and have the best intentions in life.....but if you are a backwoods bigot deep inside your mind, isn't that who you really are? I try to think it's just a part of someone, and not the whole. However, again, that gets more difficult for me to separate out as I get older.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

The freaking house saga continues! (And we had the last laugh.)

Apparently the sellers of the house we were in contract with are having a hard time selling their house now...with any offers they get, they are legally obligated to disclose the issues with the house, and everyone has been backing out. No one will pay that price for a house that has a decrepit plumbing/HVAC infrastructure. Our realtor let us know that he's had several realtors of interested buyers call him to ask what happened, and he has let them all know why we backed out...

Long-winded way of saying, now the sellers have come back to us and told us they'd make all the repairs we requested (almost 20K worth), at the price we had originally agreed on.

My husband and I knew this would happen to them, and it's unfortunate that these folks were unable to do simple math in their heads. And, unfortunately for them, we have already mentally moved on from that house, so we will pass on the deal we wanted originally. It's a lesson in burning bridges, yall. It's a mental game, and when the opposite party has vacated the proverbial premises, there is not much you can do.

With that, we've decided where we want to build a life and raise our the city! We are excited, and still have several months before our lease in the burbs is up to research where we want to live, what daycare/school the kids will go to, etc. but I am excited about moving into the city and living the life I always envisioned for us, now that we're finally able to live comfortably in the city. We came so close to settling down in the suburbs, but I feel like it was all meant to be.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Purging clutter and shoe shopping are the best therapy.

Everyone needs a summer wedge. Cheap thrills from Target.
Rearranging furniture post-clutter purge yields unexpected results...looks like an entertainment center, but it's really just a bunch of toys, y'all.
 Today my husband and I were talking about body types (no idea why), but I told him I thought I was pear-shaped. Then he said, "You're not pear-shaped. You're actually pretty standard." my body type is "pretty standard". I was entertained by that for a good five minutes today. We did a motherload of purging stuff - an entire van-full of $h!t went to the Goodwill donation center. The play house and basketball hoop that were previously in our living room went to my parents' back yard (yes, I know, what the eff was I thinking bringing those to an apartment?) I truly think my husband and I (especially me), are minimalists at heart.

Friday, May 2, 2014

House FAIL.

I have no words. If I hear anything about houses, or real estate, or inspections, or offers, or anything to that effect again for like, at least 6 months, my head will explode.

Long story short, our house inspection revealed a hot mess. The sellers wouldn't make the repairs, and we did not want to buy a disaster waiting to happen. You can't say we didn't try. I think this is probably a sign that we need to buy a town home inside the loop. I'm one of those folks where, if something I tried has failed, I like to go in a completely different we'll probably do that. In the meantime, I'll probably need to drink some cupcake moscato and uninstall all the real estate apps on my phone.