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Monday, May 20, 2013

The One Where It's My Birthday and I'll Karaoke If I Want To

Finally... the full birthday story. I apologize there are so many pictures. But what fun is a blog post without pics?! Also, I just want to say that I was BLOWN AWAY by how people helped me celebrate my birthday this year. I would have to say it's the best one yet. And I'm seriously grateful. I felt, and still feel, so LOVED! So... without further ado...


Went for a morning walk/jog. I love this trail.

It's the little things.

Calla's present box was too good not to re-post. 

My office went to Buca di Beppo for lunch. I LOVE their birthday song!!!

Monique and me!
Very nice. Todd and Rich. And a watermelon in the background.

Ben and I look happy... Monique looks... scary!!! ;)

Again, the cake.

Dinner started with draaanks, obvi.

Mikey: "I'm going to put my arm around you and look like your boyfriend."
Me: "All righty."

Mini Lady Liberty in Farrell's [Terrifying] Ice Cream

Mikey had a masquerade mask in the back of her car. Of course. So I tried to get it on this little pig in the front of Farrell's. That's my "I don't know what I'm doing" face.

He deserved a kiss!

My free birthday sundae. Thank god it was free because the whipped cream was disgusting!

You can see the terror in Mikey's eyes. Our waiter was mean to us, thinking he was being funny, but really he was just mean. 

Then the next day we drove up to Big Bear. With my GIANT pinata in the backseat!!! We named him Percy!

Moe was on the lookout.

I forgot to ring this bell, but it was available for use!



The following includes a nice variety of the decor in our super klassy cabin:
















And obviously we had to use the immersion blender to make drinks with fresh strawberries in them.


Shelly, wearing Percy's head. Scary, but funny.


Dancing.

And that was the last picture I basically took on Friday night. No need to document the insanity/karaoke from the times at the bar... Use your imaginations!! Saturday night was spent lying on the couch, eating Jack In the Box, watching Married to Jonas and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. And Sunday was spent doing this:


I have to say, hands down, this was the BEST birthday I've had so far in my life. Percy was the best present ever. My friends are awesome. And I hope this post inspires you to buy your friend a birthday pinata next time you're not sure what to get someone. You're welcome for the gift idea. Also, I am trying to figure out how to get a hilarious video of us busting Percy open with our bat on here, but Blogger keeps telling me it's processing my video, but then it doesn't finish. Hhhhhh why is technology so annoying? Anyway, Happy Monday to you all!!

Thursday, May 16, 2013

The One Where You Meet Percy

Ladies and gents... I have been quite busy this week, both at work and just in normal life, so I haven't had time to recap my EPIC birthday weekend yet. However, I feel like you deserve at least some of the highlights until I can tell the full story.

Chocolate cake at Buca di Beppo. Holy moly.

Best. Birthday. Gift. Wrapping. Ever. And the presents themselves weren't too shabby.

Shelly brought me coffee and a hyacinth plant as a surprise at work! Love!

Ice cream at Farrells. Legitimately one of the weirdest places I've ever been. 
Then the party continued in Big Bear... oh, did it continue.

Amanda got me a PINATA!!!!! We named him Percy. He was full of mini liquor bottles, chocolate, and scratchers tickets. Best gift EVER.
Amanda laughed so hard she cried her makeup off while we were hitting Percy.
Then Shelly wore poor Percy's head!! Scary!
Some amazing cabin decor.

The kitchen on Saturday morning. YIKES.
Lounging by Big Bear Lake on Sunday. Perfect way to cap off the adventure.
OBVIOUSLY I am not one of those girls who's like "oh no! My birthday! That means I'm getting older!" Rather, I like to celebrate my birthday as much as possible which is why I'm excited my mom's coming into town this weekend, so we can continue the celebration, and I'm going home to visit my family next weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday, my birthday, and my sister's birthday. Since we are all May babies. HOLLA. Don't worry. You'll learn more about Percy and why we used an immersion blender soon. I know the suspense will kill you in the meantime.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The One Where I'm Turning into Carol Hankel

First of all, I am planning an epic birthday weekend recap blog post for later this week. I'm still processing, which is partly why it isn't happening today. The other reason is that today is (der) Mother's Day. Just in case you're living under a rock. In which case, who is your wireless provider because I obviously need to switch to that cell phone service. 

Anyway. In honor of Mother's Day, I decided to write a post about How I Know I Am Turning Into My Mother, like the things I say and do where I say them or do them and I think "Oh Lord. I am Carol Hankel!" Which is not a bad thing. My mom is pretty freaking awesome.

We love smiling.

Christmas, 2008!

I used to be really blonde...

More Christmas...

High School graduation!! I hated the skirt I was wearing!

We <3 Keith Urban

Blurry @ the Brad Paisley concert....

So I compiled a list of how I know I'm turning into my mother and asked friends for their own experiences where they feel like they're turning into their moms. Names removed to protect the innocent :-) Without further ado, I know I'm turning into my mother when...

My list:
1. I come home from yoga at 9 PM and bleach the ever-loving hell out of my kitchen because I just can't stand to go to bed with a sink full of dirty dishes.

2. I cry at pictures of golden retrievers comforting victims of the Boston Marathon bombing.

3. I find myself thinking "what is this noise?" more often than not when putting on the radio.

4. I listen to more and more talk radio and talk to the radio as though the person on the other end can hear me.

5. I always bring a sweater.

My friends' responses:
1. When I make my family sit down at the breakfast table so we can eat like civilized human beings and I put on the classical music. (My sister said this one... it's so true. We grew up listening to classical music at breakfast!)

2. When I call a teenager a "pissant"

3. When I reflexively repeat the phrase, 'good cooks clean up their mess' to my husband in my Mom Voice.
4. The first time I became aware that I was twirling a chunk of my hair and putting it between my lips while staring at my computer screen...while making the EXACT SAME HORRIBLE NOISE that my mom makes.
5. When I instinctively search out a loved one to lick the beaters after I finish making cake batter, then get all bent out of shape if no one wants it.

6. I sound exactly like my mother, on the phone especially!

7. My mom has this habit, or maybe it's a tick, of repeating her responses to questions. So here's an example...
Me: Mom, do you think we should leave for the game by 1?
Mom: I do, I do.

8. Many of our mannerisms and facial expressions are the same to the point where I really do feel like I am becoming my mother.

9. When I say things like, "Dust is dirt!" and then become an obsessive clean-aholic for a day. (We differ in that I get clean-crazy about once a month, where she is a daily clean freak!)
10. When I start telling my boyfriend EXACTLY what I want for a gift, providing details down to the name of the store where he can buy the thing I want and when during the week would be a good time for him to go to this store to purchase it.
11. I know I am turning into Nancy's Mom when I use the word scuttlebutt. (My mom does enjoy that word!) 
12. When I burn approximately 90% of the food I cook for myself.
13. When I start sending motivational quotes to her (instead of the other way around).

Compiling this list was delightful. It's funny to see these things my friends mentioned and to learn that they are things they got from their moms! Not to get all generic and cliche on you, but I'm grateful for my mom and hope to emulate her more and more as I become an adult. Calla posted the following on Facebook today and I liked it so much, I wanted to put it here. Happy Mother's Day to every mother reading this!!

This mother's day, to those who gave birth for the first time this year - we celebrate you. to those who are struggling with the new life changing challenges of motherhood - we support you. to those who are in the trenches with little ones every day & wear the badge of food stains, tired eyes & frizzy hair - we appreciate you. to those who experienced loss through miscarriage, failed adoptions or other tragedy - we mourn with you. to those who experience the hard path of infertility fraught with pokes, prods, tears & disappointment - we walk with you. to those who are foster moms, mentor moms or spiritual moms - we need you. to those who have warm & close relationships with our children - we cherish you. to those who have disappointment, heartache or distance with our children - we sit patiently with you. to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected or surprising - we anticipate with you. mothering is not for the faint of heart. we remember you, love you and thank you.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The One Where I Confess I Like to Eat Cool Whip From the Container

OK people, I had to TEAR myself away from Gillian Flynn's "Dark Places" to write this post, so if this seems haphazard or slightly rushed, it's only because I want to get back to my boookkkkkk...

Side note, if you haven't read anything by Gillian Flynn, do yourself a favor and read her fiction. It's very dark and, honestly, really effed up but so, so good!!! We read Gone Girl (her latest) for my book club a while ago and I literally finished it in like 36 hours. Today, on a trek to Costco (no drug-pusher sample ladies out on Tuesday night... holla!) I picked up her other two books at $8.99 each. Hello! Deal!


Even though it's only Tuesday this week has been ridiculous and insane. I left my house at 6 AM both Monday and this morning to drive out to Glendale and LA to meet with and observe teachers at two different schools. I love that my job enables me to get out and interact with real-life teachers in real-life classrooms and this week, I'm thinking about this a lot because it's Teacher Appreciation Week. Which, in my opinion, should be every week just like it should always be Military Personnel Appreciation Week, and Basically Every Service Person Appreciation Week Because For God's Sake Let's All Just Appreciate Each Other A Little More. 

... Anyway.


So, it's Teacher Appreciation Week and even though I myself am not and have never been a teacher, I appreciate the crap out of teachers and the work they do every single day with millions of kiddos in the US and across the globe. I have a lot of friends who are teachers, though, and I'm grateful that I know so many people who give so much of themselves for usually very little visible reward on a daily basis. I absolutely know that (one of) my calling(s) in life is to effect real change in our educational system and while I'm still figuring out what that means, and how to do it, I just know that in the interim, it's important for us all to acknowledge that being a teacher is some damn hard work and truly...



Now, in other news, the incomparable Lauren Backes...

Yep, totes stole this 100% Creeper Style from her Facebook profile pictures photo album... Didn't ask permission. If this pic disappears, it's because she's like "STOP stealing my pictures, asshole." If it stays, it's because she knows I stole it so the Internet/the 9 people who read this blog could see how lovely she is.
Anyway, Lauren Backes posted on my wall this HILARIOUS satire from The New Yorker about the average woman and her "wedding hair." Please read it here. I'll wait for you.

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Even though I am nowhere close to getting married (Hi, I spent Saturday night watching Southland reruns and TEDTalks by myself in cutoff jorts eating Cool Whip out of the container) I feel like I'm at a place in my life where it's reasonable for me to be at least kind of mentally planning what I want my eventual wedding to look like and what kind of bride I want to be. 

My ideal ring... Kardashian sized, clearly. Tall girls need big rings, okayyyyyyyyy?

And as much as I hope and pray that I will be a cool bride, there's no guarantee I will not turn into the hypothetical narrator of that piece. I've seen even the most sane of ladies become Bridezillas the day that ring gets placed on their finger, so let's not pretend it's not possible. But at the same tiiiiiime, I have such an aversion to doing a wedding described as "rustic" or "country" and my hair is not long enough for an updo and I know that my hair person, Mary Beth, would slap me if I came to her asking for all of that ridiculousness in one hairdo, so I guess the odds of me actually becoming that person are minimal. But please don't hate me (too much) if I do. 

I like literally cannot stop looking over at my book that is patiently waiting for me by our comfy reading chair so I think I will leave it at this and report back once I've finished the book. 

NancePants, out.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The One Where We Talk About Recent Life Lessons

I feel like the universe has just been handing out lots of life lessons/reminders/little bits of wisdom to me for the past few weeks. Anyone else feel like this? As my friend Mikey said, maybe it has to do with the lunar calendar. I don't know, but some days it just feels like my life is a giant bowl of soup that's being stirred up by a giant, troublemaking spoon. Much like this ...



Anyway, I think basically everything I've experienced recently can be boiled down to three main lessons:

1) As Hayden Panetierre so eloquently sings in her song Undermine, "Just because I haven't lived through the same hand that was deal to you, doesn't make me any less, or make any more of you."


2) Sometimes, less is more, especially in the words department.


and 3) Quit fighting yourself:



I'm working on all of it.

Speaking of Mikey, birthday season is in full swing and her party was last night. It was a good one! We started at a bar called Mad Bull's Tavern:

Clearly I hated my drink

Wow. Good job, iPhone.

I promise we did not coordinate matching lace shirts.
Then we headed across the street... to play LASER TAG. Not only that, but she had also rented out a party room. And it was decorated. Like... legit.

So. Many. Balloons.

The TV with her name on it omg.

Birthday girl under her TV sign
 After some ice cream, we were clearly ready to play laser tag. Unfortunately, I did not get a pic of us in our sweet vests, but I'm sure we all looked amazing. And then like any good laser tag party, it ended with some sweet arcade time. 

Car racing. Amanda vs. Kristen.

DDR. Duh.
Holy majoli. It was amazing. 

One final thing... I finally signed up for Instagram. I have no idea how it works. If you want to follow me, my username is ClearlyImNancePants. Haha. I'll report back on how it goes.