Casanova
On Dave’s way home from the gym yesterday, he calls to tell me to check my e-mail. . . this popped up in my inbox.
This guy sweats romance. Buh-duh cha!
On Dave’s way home from the gym yesterday, he calls to tell me to check my e-mail. . . this popped up in my inbox.
This guy sweats romance. Buh-duh cha!
Dave and I have really been trying to do the whole “eating in” thing. I am happy to say that we are doing pretty good with it. I make a pretty solid chilie verde that we have had a few times. Soy Vey tacos were a hit and we are using our BBQ like it is going out of style (the phrase isn’t used enough, “going out of style”). Saving money is a big motivator in this new direction (the eating in direction). However, the verdict is still out as to whether or not you save money by eating in. Today we made the huge mistake of buying milk at Von’s, $4.19 for a half gallon of milk.
I don’t want to talk about the rising prices of milk though, I want to talk about my husband, The Chef. We have been planning on going out to India Sweets and Spices for weeks, to pick up some goods to make indian food. Understand I didn’t even eat indian food until a year ago. I thought I didn’t like it, just like “I don’t like” lemon bars (I housed a plateful of them in college, days after telling my roomie Cathy lemon desserts are gross). Anyway, we finally made the trip. We got some Hot Curry Paste, Naan, chutneys and a relish. As I was leaving the store/restaurant was filling my nostrils and I was thinking, “why are we trying to make this when we could buy the real deal right here. . .” but, where is the fun in that? Really though, it couldn’t have been any better than what Dave churned out.
Voila, enjoy!
My summer has been pretty durn busy. Getting married and vacationing can do that to a person. Just last week we got back from a wonderful trip to San Diego with my family, where I saw a glimpse of a tan on my white boy husband. Now we are HOME!!!!!! for the next 10 days. These are ten days I have been looking forward to. Just a couple of weeks of normal life. Grocery stores, television, BBQ, knitting, reading, Clean House. All of those ideas are cute, but when it came down to it there are still about 5 hours a day I am reaching to find something to do (I know, “poor Jess”). Any way, all this to say, I found something that would help me kill a few minutes here and there. . .UNTIL it took over my brain. TETRIS. Mind you, we have Nintendo Wii, but they don’t have tetris yet, so I have been forced to play it at freetetris.org. My wrist is sore from passionately punching the up, down, left, right arrows. Then Dave, out of precious love for his wife found Quinn. You have to download Quinn, but Dave and I can play together on the same server. . .AWWWwwwww. Cute, I know.
Now before everyone downloads Quinn or checks out free tetris online, BEWARE. My brain has been infiltrated. I have to fall asleep to desires for red squares and purple L shapes. It is a tumor of obsession. So approach with caution!
I am too young to be talking about getting older. . . that being said. . . My birthday was yesterday. Pause, this is already going in the wrong direction, my feelings have less to do with feeling like I am getting older and more to do with realizing how time passes and you don’t notice it until you watch a video, look at a picture, get your high school reunion invite. I have been bombarded with these little reminders forcing me to take frequent trips down memory lane. It is really fun! So fun I am going to share a piece of it with you.
This video was giving to me around the wedding from Amber’s Parents, Susie and Steve. I remember this like it was yesterday but it was 18 years ago, I was 10! I was so into Bette Midler at the time. The Divine Mrs. M could do no wrong, hints my mothers oversized blazer as a dress. I was really feeling it. This definitely marks the beginning of my success as a Karaoke diva. I said it, I am a karaoke diva.
If you can’t hack watching the whole shebang, I would suggest checking out my moves around 3:15. Also mad props to the emcee, my BF Ali G, serving it up Ed McMahon style “stiff competition”.
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Thanks to my L.A. Ladies (bridesmaids: Cate, Jo, and Meredith) Cara too, Dave and I had an outrageously fun shower on Sunday morning. A co-ed Brunch to celebrate the upcoming event. Bloody Mary’s, Mimosas, bread pudding, fresh fruit, muffins, snausages, and a green chili egg FriTATA of sorts made this the co-ed shower brunch a brunch to remember. Dave came home and said, “That seemed like such a great party, our friends are great, I had so much fun.” It seemed that way because it was! Sometimes things ARE what they seem. It WAS the best time. So thank you to those who could make it and do it up right.
We even got gifts! It is funny because I have this impression that all of my friends are too young to know or think about bringing gifts to a shower. But apparently they are not. I kind of think I have entered a new stage in life without realizing it (adulthood). Plus I have really Emily Post Etiquette savvy friends. So this all lead to Dave and I opening gifts in front of and from our peers. Raise your hands if you have done this since your 5th grade birthday party (the first boy/girl dance party, which consisted of mostly slow songs and Nirvana). Well, I know that I haven’t, but man oh man, it was surprisingly fun. Especially because I didn’t have to fake liking anything because we picked it out! Dave wants to add. . .”I still don’t know what creme brulee is, or why we need dishes for it, but thank you.” And thank you he will when I make this decadent treat!
I am proud to be a Rose Farmer’s daughter. I capitalized the R in Rose and the F in Farmer because it is a person, a proper noun if you please. All growing up I knew I was fortunate to have such an interesting legacy in my family (Grandpa, Dad, now Brothers) Go Conklin Roses! However, I had never, in all my 27 years, grown a single rose bush. I haven’t successfully grown much of anything really. But this year it is going to change. Roses are the new Tamagochi, I am going to take care of these roses and it is going to be beautiful.
Back story. My friend Char’s birthday was Cinco De Mayo and for her birthday her hubby Kyle built her a garden in their back yard, AWWWwwwwww. Anywhoosies that is when it struck me, “I have the gift of Roses and I need to start sharing that gift.” So I put in a phone call to my people (Dad) and made a request of a couple of rose bushes and BAM! I drive home that next week and have not one, not two, but more. Needless to say I was able to gift Char and still have a few left over for myself. So Dave and I spent a couple of days planting and a lot of time trying to figure out the hose to water them. I’ll have to keep you posted on how it turns out. Hopefully I will make my family proud.
Whoa! This week was kind of normal again. I mean that in the good way. Earlier in our relationship Dave said her really liked me because I was normal. . .in the good way. It seems like a back handed compliment, but I trust he meant it with utmost flattery. I worked 5 days, played a show at Mr. T’s and continued to plan, plan, plan on the wedding. Dave was there every step of the way, except for Dinner and Wine with “My Ladies, Where you at?!” I did realize this week that work is great because it makes your weekends greater. I have so much I want to squeeze in on Friday and Saturday as a much deserved treat after 5 days as a career woman (Substitute teaching at the high school watching movies). Part of my normal week was a mid-week modeling shoot. Dave is really leaning toward fashion photography, the proof is in the pudding. Enjoy.
Well we are in the forties. . .49 days until Dave takes my name. Mr. David T. Conklin. Not really. Not that it isn’t too be considered, but I am pretty excited about my future new last name and let’s face it, we are old school.
For the most part I feel like the ball is rolling and there will be nothing keeping this wedding from being delightful except for maybe the napkins!!!!! Yes, I have stressed out about napkins! Not to mention envelopes, registry, and bunch of other stuff I swore I would never give a rip about because I am “different that those type of girls”. My poor Mom had the torturous duty to take me dress shopping. I think a lot of people have fond memories attached to wedding dress shopping. My memories are limited to frustration and pity for my poor mom being the unlucky soul bold enough to attempt this task with me. I know I wouldn’t have liked taking me shopping. . .no way, I am absurdly picky. As usual she stayed positive (thanks Mom) even when we ended the day empty handed. Please come back soon Mom, I need you!
I don’t want to mislead you in thinking I have been stressing out since the day he popped the question because that is not it at all. We have had a lot of fun eating, drinking, being merry knowing we will soon marry (witty). I think the short engagement was the way to go for us. I don’t think I would have stressed less with a long engagement, it just might have been more spread out. Bottom line, I want to marry this guy ASAP.
Well, I am off for a couple of days. Bodies of Water has a 4 day west coast tour. I leave Tuesday and come back Saturday. Yes, I will miss Dave.
Kick off posts put a lot of pressure on the writer. I had a blog for a short while that I updated extremely infrequently, mostly because every time I sat down I thought, “Really? Really people want to know what I am thinking at random? People want to read my feeble attempts at being witty and relevant? REALLY.” Then I went on to think, “Do I want people to be able to see my feeble attempts at being witty and relevant? How embarassing” At that point I would string together some sentences that made me seem slightly unstable and post. But since I am engaged to the King of Blog (according to me and any wimpkiller enthusiasts) I am confident he will did edit it when I am not looking and make me look like a real pro. Now that the pressure of the kick off post is gone. . .Let the fun begin.
