Celebrating 30 with Super Kat…

I just got back from what will hopefully be my last trip to Pensacola, FL ever. I’m not trashing Pensacola but having been down to visit my friend Kat a few time in the last year I got it. Not much goes on there, it’s kind of small and we are both beyond ready for her to move to New Mexico.  I went down to help her celebrate the big 30 and it was a blast.

Kat is what I like to describe as an insta-friend. This does not typically happen for me (at least not the adult version of me) as I don’t really click with many people instantly. Kat and I met in a nonconventional way through Yelp. When I used to work in Greenbelt I would eat at my desk a lot and spend insane amounts of time by myself locked in my office with limited to no interaction with other people throughout the week. I wasn’t depressed about it but it was making me start to hate my job. At the time I was way into yelp and decided to post to the message board to see if anyone worked in the area that wanted to do lunch. Kat was the only person to reply.

Making friends as an adult woman is kind of hit or miss, but honestly mostly miss. Most of my best friends I have known since high school and really hadn’t expected to gain any more. It is hard with women having jobs, kids, husbands, houses to clean, weight to lose to really establish a solid connection to the point of achieving BFF status at our age.

Kat faking surprise at my early arrival.

Meeting Kat though is like being struck by lightning…BFF lightning, well at least for me. Since we met 3 years ago she’s become that one friend I talk to almost every day, even if just for a minute. Nothing is too meaningless or insignificant for us to cover. Like me we bond over the ridiculous of life and are both brutally honest.

So Kat…if nothing else on your 30^th birthday know that you are loved and appreciated. You’ve made your mark. When no one else gets you I get you. All friends should encourage each other through the craziness, the seven day water fasts, the sleeping til noon, the dressless car rides and late night drunken chats. A true friend points out your chin hair but a best friend waxes it for you. Your truly one of my best friends. Happy Birthday!!!

Cause the parent's don't instagram

Have we finally found  couch? Two years and counting...

Pensacola

This lady snores and has a nose whistle.

Faking surprise!!!

True friends steal splenda for your visit.

Instagram challenge...H Street.

New Years brunch, mini chicken waffles.

Glutten free for Super Kat!!!

Nightclothes with leg warmers...yup makes sense.

What I’ve been doing…

I’d like to make excuses about why I haven’t been blogging but honestly we both know you really don’t care. The loft is ALMOST cleaned up. So I didn’t make the end of December deadline but I’m sooooo close. I hit a snag because we did leave for two weeks so it just wasn’t do able. It also led into another project “The Bins”. So if you’re not familiar with the bins they basically are or were six? maybe seven large blue bins that were basically Jedd’s arch nemesis. He hates them; like with a passion and who sentence I say repeatedly that I know makes him want to bury my dead body in the back yard is “honey I’m going to need you to pull out the bins”. They were organized in no particular order but held all my clothes that could not fit in the closet. We basically determined I had to come up with a better solution because I clearly had a lot of clothes I couldn’t get to and was possibly rebuying things out of convenience. So most of the first week of January was spent going through the bins, donating clothes that didn’t work for a variety of reasons and then setting up four (it’s gonna be five) hanging racks in the 2^nd bed room to see what I had.

Needless to say I have A LOT of clothes. I feel no shame…but I will as Heidi said be “shopping my closet” from now on.

We have also been trying to get the living room in order. I think we may have found the couch of our dreams and may have found someone to install the mantel. Tax season is also reeving up so I’m currently on my last vacation for a while. 

Happy Hour: The Classic...

From Green Hat Gin:

Ingredients

·         Green Hat Gin 2 1/2 oz

·         Dry Vermouth 1/4 oz

·         green olive/a twist of lemon peel

·         ice cubes 6

Directions
Into a mixing glass, toss a handful of ice cubes, then pour in the Gin and the Vermouth. Stir well. Strain and pour into a martini glass. To finish, either drop a green olive into the bottom of the martini glass OR arrange a twist of lemon peel on the edge of the martini glass.

Sometimes people ask me why I blog and honestly I really don’t know what to tell them. Tonight was one of those nights that answered that. Blogging makes you pay attention to how absurd life really is. Seriously pay attention to the things you do and would probably never take notice of and easily forget but honestly should be remembered if for no other reason than to laugh at yourself.

At some point in life I became a rule follower or a direction taker. This wasn’t always the case. Growing up I was quite rebellious and the only thing I can assume is that I got it all out of my system. Or the fact that I’m a “tax accountant” might have also contributed to my need to follow all instructions to a specific detail. So when I make my happy hour drinks I print out the ingredients and instructions and get to mixing. Tonight I diligently counted out my six ice cubes…cause you know five would be too little and seven obviously too many. Once I got to the sixth one I did think to myself…why six, who decided six would be the correct number. And if six is so important why not describe them, are they ice tray cubes, refrigerator ice dispenser size, should they be weighted? I’ve seen a lot of variation in ice cubes. Then I grew further confused/annoyed because the directions say “toss a handful of ice cubes” well doesn’t that change the number of ice cubes? My hand is smaller than let’s say Shaquille O’Neal so is it six or a handful?

I have way too much time on my hands…Happy Friday!!!!

Happy Hour: The Fresh Gimlet…

From Green Hat Gin

·         Green Hat Gin 2 oz

·         fresh lime juice 1/2 oz

·         simple syrup 1/4 oz

Directions
Shake with ice and strain into a cocktail glass. May also be served on the rocks, if preferred. Garnish with a lime twist.

I’m not going to lie to you but because this is basically gin with a little bit of sugar and lime it’s boozy. Typically when I make a drink I double it, this drink I did not and honestly it was probably wise. For someone who doesn’t like gin I liked this drink A LOT. I drank it while soaking in the tub reading a new book. I’m writing this post on a Wednesday because I had a long weekend and wanted a little drink to take the edge off. Last night I got back from visiting my best friend and god kids in Kansas City, MO. My best friend has three kids; Lucia is 22 months, Gianna is 7 years old, and Emilio turns 16 in April. Typically when I visit my friend works and I do stuff around the house and watch the kids. It’s her way of helping me love my reality. I’m currently at that age where everyone likes to tell me about how my biological clock is ticking and by 30 how I’d used like 90% of my eggs. I romanticize parenthood, in my version it’s a lot of dropping them off at my mom’s house while Jedd and I take weekend get aways. Tara (the bestie) likes to help me with the daily ins and outs that I seem to forget. What I do when visiting is pretend to be her; this time being her consisted of washing 20 loads of laundry, doing dishes, dealing with the baby and inquiring of Emilio after dropping him at a party if he was chewing gum. Why was this important you ask, because he has his permit and when we asked him after the party if he wanted to drive (he needs hours) he said no. We’d decided before hand if he said no there was definitely drinking at the party. It couldn’t be proven, his breath had the sweet smell of someone who had chewed gum to cover the booze smell and then spit it out knowing full well I thought gum meant you’d been drinking. Gianna conned me into taking her to the American Girl store and Justice. For those of you who don’t know both stores are over priced versions of hell. One outfit for an American Girl doll is minimum $28.00; oh and all appear on the doll with accessories typically costing $12.00. That doll is better dressed then me. Then at Justice I got her two outfits, total $80.00. The baby killed me, she’s small like in the 3 percentile which I have no idea what that means but essentially she’s the size of a one year old but she talks and has attitude. Her attitude typically ranges from “I do not want to do anything you want me to do” to “I need a nap and every suggestion you make is going to cause me to either cry or tell you no”. Oh and she is a pincher. Needless to say my kid free reality is looking a lot more romantic than her kid infested reality. I’m glad to be home…Happy Friday!!!!