Look I’m Famous

Hello out there, anyone frozen yet? It hasn’t really been too cold yet, but it is getting there and I for one am not ready. It’s only November and I am starting to get the winter blues.

As usual I have gone slightly MIA, but I have been busy with work and immersed in all the holiday merriment (aka eating way too much and drinking plenty of wine).  I don’t really have much for you today, but I thought I would share something pretty neat (at least I think it’s cool).  A few months ago my wedding photographer Karla Lacher, of Lachers Lens submitted our wedding photos to a blog for a feature. (BTW she was amazing. If you’re in Florida and need a photographer check her out!) Anyway, long story short her photos were accepted, the blog reached out to me with questions and viola mine and my husbands wedding is a featured blog post on a wedding website.

So without further adieu, here is our post on Confetti Daydreams:


I promise I will be back soon. Stay warm!


Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Kansas girl that I am, the Kansas City Royals are my team when it comes to baseball. However, having lived in Chicago for the past 6 years I have to admit the  Cubs aren’t so bad. I mean, before last year, that the Royals had it bad, but the cubs haven’t won the World Series in 108 years! You can’t help but feel sorry for them. Anyway, all that being said the Cubs must win the World Series this year. Here are my reasons why:

  1. So my husband is in a good mood.

Ok, so that is the main reason the cubs need to win. My husband is a die hard cubs fan and I don’t think I can take another year of a cubs loss. Plus, you know 108 years is way too long. Here’s hoping to a Cubs World Series win!

Eye Opener

Disclaimer: Uncharacteristic Serious Post 

Yesterday I put my father on a plane back home to Kansas City. I walked him to his terminal, bought him a burger and fries for lunch, and waited with him until it was time to board. As we said our goodbyes, while I knew things would be much less stressful at home, I was sad to see him go.

I have mentioned this in a previous post, but for those who don’t know my father has early onset Alzheimer’s Disease. It is in the very early stages, he still knows who we all are, and he can still take care of he basic daily needs, but there are many things he is no longer able to do. He can no longer drive himself, he has extreme difficulty reading, he can’t cook like he used to, and he is much slower than he used to be. His short term memory is pretty much nonexistent, he asks the same question over and over again, and he has picked up some habits that he never had before. But thankfully he is still the same dad I have always loved.

Since he lives at home with my mom and sister I decided that I would take him back to Chicago with me after my latest trip to KC. My sister and mom needed some time to relax and get things done around the house so I thought he would enjoy a few weeks with my husband and I. While I knew he had some difficulties and could tell his memory was getting worse, from our regular phone calls, it wasn’t really until he was living with us for a few weeks that I realized how much worse he really is. I think part of me never really accepted the Alzheimer’s diagnosis and just kept the facade that everything was still perfectly fine. As I said before he isn’t completely helpless, but he does need help with a lot of things.

First off, I am going to say that caregivers are fucking SAINTS. I was only with my dad a few weeks and I was completely exhausted. Before work each morning I had to make sure he ate and took his medicine and then make sure his lunch was made so that all he had to do was heat it up in the microwave. I can’t even count the number of conversations we had about how our Keurig works. He really wanted to work it, he just couldn’t get there. Luckily I work from home a couple days a week so I only had to worry a few days that he was alright at home while I was gone. Totally nerve wracking. At least he had our two dogs to keep him company and I think they enjoyed his daily naps as much as he did.

Since he doesn’t get to do too much back at home, we tried to show him a good time. We went out to eat a few times, he hung out with my father-in-law, whom he really enjoyed, and we even had a cookout with some of our friends.

While we had a good time, I am ashamed to say that at times I was extremely annoyed. I knew he couldn’t help it, but at night after working all day sometimes I just couldn’t hear the same question over and over. Thankfully I have a loving husband who was there to help me.

The scary thing for me is that unfortunately, he is going to get worse. I know this and I am terrified to death. Right now he still knows who I am, but there will come a day when he won’t and that is something I can’t even deal with right now. I never thought that I would be taking care of my parents, parents are suppose to take care of you. However, this is where we are at and it is something I will gladly do.



Last Man Standing

Pack your bags ladies and gentleman because we are going on VACATION!!

I wish, but actually my husband and I just got back from a week long vacation at the most magical place on Earth; Disney World!

Normally I can’t wait to get my vacation started, but when you throw the word “family” in front of it (and I am sure many people will agree with me) I was a little nervous. Yep, for my first family vacation with my husband’s side of the family all 11 of us, plus 4 family friends, went to see Mickey Mouse. Thankfully, other than some blisters, sun burns, and a couple of bruises, everyone came back pretty much in one piece. Sure I am still sore, completely exhausted, and now sick with some sort of flu/cold (zika?) thing, but I survived and most importantly I had a lot of fun.

When we planned this…. family vacation I was honestly pretty scared because his family are “get up and go, go, go” type of people. They want to be up and at the park before it even opens so they can beat the lines to the best rides. I am more of a “wake up look at the time, roll over, whine, finally sit up and stare for a solid 5 minutes before crawling to the coffee pot” type of person. Before this trip I didn’t even know you could line up inside the park before like noon. Did you know that at Animal Kingdom they open the park by releasing a bunch of parrots in the air? Yeah, I didn’t either (Honestly, I think I could have gone my whole life without knowing this, but it was kinda cool. You know before getting trampled by a stampede of people trying to be the first to get on the African Safari ride.)

Anyway, I have to say I was expecting some drama because all of us are different and tend to be set in our own ways, but things were pretty mellow. (This may or may not be code for no one was a complete raving bitch and I may or may not be surprised by that.) I don’t know, maybe I was expecting some huge blow up or yelling match, but nope none of that happened.

So yes we were on vacation, but don’t let that word fool you. While we may have been off work and out of town, this trip was anything but relaxing. Fun, yes. Relaxing, not even close. Let me just give you a quick run down:

  • On Tuesday September 13th, at the wonderful time of 1:30 am, we wake up to go meet Tom’s oldest sister so we can leave for the airport with enough time to make our 6 am flight.(Why we chose such an early flight you ask? I have no idea). I have no shame in saying that once we got to our gate (after his mom yelled at a bunch of people at Starbucks. Once again no idea.) I laid down on the dirty carpet and tried to get some sleep.
  • We get to Orlando about 9:40 am (after a 2 hour flight, in which a child kept kicking the back of my seat. The “turn around and stare” didn’t work so well) and made our way to the hotel. After checking in and changing, Tom and I headed to Holly Wood Studios.
  • It’s now about 11:30 am, I am completely exhausted and very cranky. We go on one ride before I have a complete panic attack. (To be fair the bar on the Rockin Roller Coaster was suffocating me and people were taking way too long to get off the fing ride.).After my mini melt down, we head back to the hotel, eat, and then get ready to attend Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party at the Magic Kingdom that night.
  • Around 5 pm we get to the Magical Kingdom (by now we have been up about 15 hours) and have just enough time to get one photo before the torrential down pour begins. After most of the rides get shut down, the shows get cancelled, and we are thoroughly soaked we give in and head back to the hotel for the night.
  • The next day we are up at 7 am to go to Animal Kingdom where we proceed to wait in line 30 minutes before the park opens so that we can run ahead of the forming line to go on the African Safari Ride. Then eat, pool, shower, and more Disney Park fun.
  • The rest of the week goes pretty much the same way, except on Saturday I was actually able to sleep in until, gasp… 9 am. Then on Sunday some asshole booked breakfast at 7:30 am. (This of course means I woke up at 7:15 am put pants on and walked down the hotel hall to the table.)

So as you can see we have a fun filled week! But don’t you worry, we will be doing all this again soon, but this time for FREE. Yep you heard me, free. While all this fun (insanity) was going on a hotel employee decided to go in our room, lock the door, and take a dump. We just happened to come back and catch him the process.

As I said before this trip was a lot of fun, but I think I am going to need sometime to relax before heading out on another family adventure.

Some photos of the trip:

Mi Casa es tu Casa (or something like that)

Welcome to our home; where the bed is never made, dog toys are strewn about, and no matter how many times I vacuum grass still seems to accumulate on my hardwood floor.

After a grueling coupling of months we are finally in our new home! About a week after my last post we closed on the house we had been so anxiously waiting to move into. Hallelujah!

As I write this post my husband and I, as well as our two dogs, have lived at this new address for just over a month. I am proud to say that we are almost completely unpacked and by “almost completely” I mean that anything we couldn’t easily put away we shoved down into the basement. (Thankfully we have a rather large basement). I figure as long as no one can see it and we don’t have to stare at it every day it doesn’t really matter if some boxes sit unpacked. Unfortunately, this means that the rather unpleasant task of cleaning the basemen is looming in the near future. (Maybe if we are lucky some magical elves will clean it up for us at night while we sleep). 

The first month in our new home has been great, especially since we are living in a house that we actually own (or you know, will own once we pay off the mortgage). The best part though is that we can do whatever we want because it is OUR house. We can put things where we want, decorate how we want, and not have to worry that someone else  may be watching TV when your favorite show is on. If I want I can walk around naked, although the neighbors might get offended because we don’t have full coverage curtains yet.Which brings me to the next project on our list. DECORATING!!

I am really looking forward to making this new house a home and I can’t wait to get new furniture and all the little knick knacks that really personalize your space. Tom and I have very different styles though so things are sure to get interesting.

So until I am able to talk Tom into some brand new curtains for the living room I will just stick to laying around in my underwear drinking wine straight from the bottle. (Why would I want to dirty another glass when I’m the one who will have to wash it now?)

Is this my house?

So as it turns out, changing your name isn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. Sure there are some emails to send, calls to make, and a trip to the DMV and social security office involved, but nothing compares to the hell of buying a house. (However, I will say it is a little embarrassing when you show up to an appointment, they ask you for your name, and you stare at them because you can’t remember which name you made the appointment under). 

Buying a house is hell. There is no other way to say it. For those of you who have not been through the process I am telling you it is one of the least enjoyable ones of my life. Sure at first it seems like fun. You get to drive around with your realtor looking at different houses. You will ooooh and ahh at some of the amazing places you see, others you will slowly back away from while trying to figure out how anyone can live in such a hole. If you are thinking that doesn’t sound so bad, let me explain the rest of the process.

Eventually, (for us it took about two weeks) you will find THE ONE. You will jump up and down because you can totally see yourself living in this new wonderful place and you will start imagining how great life is going to be. You tell your realtor you want to make an offer and he or she will point you to a lender who will run a credit check to make sure you can even afford the damn thing. You will then be provided with a pre-approval loan letter to show the sellers when your realtor puts in your offer (just fyi this “pre-approval” means jack shit). Your offer goes in and then you wait….. You will keep checking your emails or voice mail over and over until it comes – the counter offer.  Finally, when you and the seller come to an agreement on price the real fun begins.

When you come under contract you will be overwhelmed with a shit ton of information and a long ass list of things you have to do. Almost immediately you have to complete a house inspection; you only have a certain number of days to get the inspection done or you’re shit out of luck. The inspection takes for fucking ever and you sit there as the inspector points out everything that is wrong with your, soon to be, new home. (Keep in mind by this point you have probably already mentally moved in and started decorating). Hopefully, the inspection won’t turn up too much, but if you are unfortunate like us you will come to find out that the house you love so much is basically a death trap that will cost more to fix than the house is worth.

In our case, after many many tears (by me of course) and some serious thinking, we gave up the house. About a week later we put another offer in on a new house and the process started all over again. We had to once again get an inspection, have a radon test, and have our lawyer submit more papers. All of which we had to pay for again.

Once you get the all clear from the inspector or come to an agreement about certain things the seller is going to fix the whole loan process can begin. The best way to describe this part of the process is: SO MUCH PAPERWORK. They ask you for everything. Pay stubs, W2 forms for multiple years back, bank statements, ID’s, SS cards, an explanation for all deposits that are over a couple hundred dollars, form after form that requires your signature etc. (I’m talking so much paper work that I need to remind myself to go back through all of it to make sure I didn’t sign away our first born).  They will insist on an appraisal, the underwriter will come back with more questions and requests, and you will have to get your home owners insurance. Once all is this is done you will once again just sit there and wait…. and wait.

As this whole last step with the lender and underwriter begins they will give you a closing date, but don’t believe them!! (Our closing date has now been moved back about 4 times). It’s always something and the worst part is that until you actually close you don’t own this house that by now you have become attached too.

Best of luck to anyone buying a new house. I feel your pain. As for me I am still currently waiting….. and waiting…



Married Life Sure is Sweet

Last week I was SICK. Not, I don’t feel very good so I’m going to be lazy and cranky type of sick. No, I’m talking the kind of sick where you are full on laid out in the bed for days. The kind where you begin to feel as if you are no longer human and you’re at the point where you don’t even care what type of medicine you are taking as long as it just knocks you out. (I mean honestly, if you could sleep through the whole illness why not?) Basically I felt like mangled up animal carcass.

Naturally, I did what any other human being does and turned to Web MD to diagnose myself. (Of course it told me I probably had cancer.) Thankfully, I was able to convince myself that I most likely did not have Zika, Ebola, or West Nile.

The good news is that I had my amazing husband to take care of me. Well, kinda… I have never really been this sick around him and I don’t think he had the faintest idea of how to take care of a sick person. Poor thing.

After nearly biting his head off for asking too many questions my sweet husband ignored my salty mood and did what he could to make me feel better. The first night he made soup (mind you he does not know how to cook) and brought me a Sprite. On the second night be of me being a hostage to my bed, after an unsuccessful attempt at getting me to go to urgent care, he made me a peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwich, put an ice pack on my head and sent me back to bed.

After a few more days I was able to leave my death bed feeling like a brand new person. Thankfully we both survived, although he is sick now so now it’s my turn to take care of him. Lucky for me he is a much better patient than I am.