Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Beach on Day 100

Frank and I went and spent 3 days at the beach to celebrate reaching Day 100.
Day 100 has big meaning for those people who have received bone marrow transplants.  At this point they lose many of the restrictions they've been living under.  
After Day 100 they can eat out, be in "crowds", and eat fresh fruits and vegetables.
Its a big change for the better!

Our beach trip was a great and relaxing time.
sat on the beach and read
walked in the waves
ate out
had lots of treats including soft serve ice cream
bought sweatshirts because we BOTH forgot our jackets (lame)
went to a movie

No schedules, no where to be.

Here are some photos of our great time:

We ate at a little restaurant that had reviews saying it had the best fried chicken anywhere.  Oh man, it was delicious!  So delicious in fact that we ate there two days in a row.  And I even at the crispy skin!  Gross, I know, but it tasted so good that even I, chicken skin hater, had to eat it. haa!

Walking along the boardwalk...great background, Cars! haa
Just past those cars in the back is the beach though...

Our cute little hotel

Enjoying the beach

Frank's first soft serve cone in ages!  he really enjoyed it.

The view from our bedroom window

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Conversation to remember

F-We haven't gone on any trips since I got home.
D-You aren't allowed to.
F-I thought you were supposed to start working on your bucket list right away.
D-100 Days.  You are supposed to wait 100 days in the hopes of actually LIVING.
F-I feel so normal though.  Except for the occasional nausea...and the eye drooping...and the skin peeling off.
(as he rubs his itchy, bald head) I feel ready to do stuff now.  Where should we go?


My "white trash" moment

Let me set the scene for you:
I got up this morning and decided it was a "cleaning day" so no need to get all dressed up.
I have my curly hair (picture Medusa) in a rubber band on top of my head.
Most of it doesn't stay in the band...
I am wearing workout pants and a t-shirt that says "Puerto Rico" on it
and flip flops. 
No make up (of course)

I spent the day doing various cleaning projects including changing sheets, doing laundry, vacuuming, and defrosting the freezer.
Sooo, however bad I looked this morning, I've gone downhill since.

 At some point I realize I should probably fix dinner.
Austin and his friend asked for a ride somewhere that was close to the grocery store so I figured, why not.  I could give them a ride and get some nice mom brownie points and then also go get some ground beef and make tacos and get some good wife brownie points too.
It does not occur to me to look in a mirror before heading out.

I shop.

No problems until the checkout when I look in my purse and discover 
No cash, no credit cards, I'm busted.
But by some miracle, my check book was in my purse.  I never write checks anymore but I had taken it to church for tithing so it was still in there.  Lucky day...or so I thought.

The girl at the checkout says its fine if I write a check even though I have no ID or anything.
I go to write the check and there is only one check in there.
Whew!  I comment on how this must be my lucky day.

She inputs it into the register and it comes back out.
She looks at me sheepishly and says, "I'm sorry.  It was rejected."
So we go through this whole thing with me saying "why would it get rejected?" and her trying not to say "because you don't have enough money"  because that's what she thinks.
I know I look like I'm broke and really dirty and desperate
but, really, I can cover the $34 check.
(yes I got more than ground beef!)

The front end manager comes over.
She recognizes me because I shop there all the time and says she'll see what she can do because I just have no other options other than leaving without my groceries.  
Which would be highly annoying.

As she is calling the manager I turn to the growing line behind me and apologize.
the guy behind me, with his kid in the cart, looks at me (everyone is uncomfortable and not making eye contact...oy) and says,"Those bank fees, they can sneak up on you"

He thinks my check is bad.
I seriously felt so lame right then.
I'm like "no, really I know I have money in my account, I don't know why it didn't go through" and all the while I'm wondering WHY I feel the need to tell this to this man that I don't know.

The store took my check in the end.
I have images of my identity being stolen and finding out that there really isn't any money in my account.
But when I get to the car and call the bank they say everything is fine and there is no reason why the check shouldn't have gone through.

When I get home and tell my husband the tale he looks at me with that look that he gets when he thinks he's funny and says,"Well, you might think about dressing a little nicer before you go to the store...and taking a wallet next time."

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

New Project

I recently got the project bug back
I'm ready to do something besides laundry and dishes!
So, after looking around Craigslist for a bit I decided on this beauty:

It's a super old secretary.
It's not a priceless piece of furniture, in fact I think it might be hand made by the grandfather of the person I bought it from.
But it has some cool things about it and I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
So I bought it.

I needs some TLC for sure.

I'm going to put it in my kitchen, believe it or not. 

I can't wait to see what I do with it.