Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Grapefruit Ginger Ale

First. We had two weddings this past weekend in Charlottesville. Two? Why two? Because it is the bombdiggity to be wed in Cville.


Second. We drove back to DC late on Sunday night so that Michael could study all day on Monday. This is his LAST WEEK of his first year of med school! Amazing! I mean really, I can't get over how fast time flies. Michael is loving med school and honestly is just brilliant. I am very proud of him.

While Michael was studying, I was doing one of my favorite activities in the whole world.....

Launching rockets!!!!!!!!

Just kidding. That is not fun.

No, I was sunbathing with my current read: The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver. It was slow going at first, but I am liking the book so far.

Then. This happened:

I am deathly poor.
I maxed out my credit on my credit card and
I can't find my debit card.
And I really need some new swimsuits.

Overheard at the Volta Park pool, Georgetown, Washington DC.

WHAT IS WRONG HERE?

I honestly couldn't believe my hears, although in retrospect I shouldn't be shocked... The Volta Park pool is where the Georgetown summer classes kids hang out (I know, I know, stereotyping...but can you blame me??) As I heard that string of ridiculously ignorant and indulgent comments, I looked through the pool fence and could see a homeless man sitting on a bench beside the tennis courts with all that he owned in a bag next to him.

Mmmmm.

I am not trying to be overly judgmental. I have never know extreme wealth or extreme poverty, although compared to most everyone in the world, I am considered extremely rich. And so are you if you are reading this post. But the juxtaposition of a girl's comments on her own "poverty" and a man sitting in torn clothes about 30 feet away was so poignant.

Open my eyes Lord, that I may see...
Psalm 119:18

We really need to open our eyes to the need around us. I don't do this well. But there is such need. Use your gifts and resources that you have. The blessings will come back to you in full. I have no doubt!

Third. I got sick. I seriously went from good to bad to worse in a matter of hours. I don't think I have felt this sick since my 1st year at UVa when Ellen and I stole a car to get me to the doctor because I had  dual bronchitis and pneumonia. (This is a funny story that should be told at some point.) I'm not even sure what I have but I am determined to beat it! Especially because I am supposed to go to Chicago tomorrow for work. Michael is nursing me to health: he made chicken noodle soup last night, and tonight we are having split-pea. And I have discovered a great "get better soon" cocktail: Grapefruit Ginger Ale!

It's a winning combination.

Alright, time to conquer this. In the words of Michael Jackson, "Just beat it! No one wants to be defeated... showing how funky strong is your fight, just beat it." Ok!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

We grow!

I sail! Ahoy! I'm saaaailing! 

Anyway.

We had to cut some of our babes:

But it was worth it. 


This was dinner #1 with our front stoop, DC-grown, cilantro amazing loveliness. Lemony chicken with wild rice, and roasted veggies. I swoon. 

Cilantro Dinner #2 was so good that I couldn't even move to snap a pic. Garlicky, lemony tilapia with pico de gallo on the side. 

We eat happy. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Gams and Grandma

Once upon a time a tall, Harvard smarty met a sprightly, young flower child. They courted and were mawwied and look!


They produced some relatively tall children. Wooo hoo! My mom always says her crowning achievement was that Chris and I were lanky. You can't tell from this picture, but my sweet Grandma Claire is no tall drink of water. And although I never met him, my mom's dad was rather petite as well. But don't forget about my sister Bekah! She is quite the oddball of the family. Literally. And she is the fair-skinned, blue-eyed, super short one. Part of her shortness could stem from her mental handicap, but I thinnnnnk she just got the short genes.


Not to mention the cute genes. I could eat her with a spoon!

Michael and I went to Richmond on Sunday to hang with my aunt and cousins and surprise my grandma for mother's day! We had to be careful... she is almost 90 years old and I did not want to give her a heart attack. She also can't see very well unless you are right up close to her, but as my cousin Tommy pointed out, "It's not like she won't know your voice, Carey Beth."





Maybe. And a big agenda. Watch out!

Anyway, we had a great afternoon with my family, and Grandma was so cute and so surprised and she is such a gem. We had steak and strawberry shortcake, which are two of her favorite things. I had the opportunity last fall to be with my grandma for a few days while she had a health scare and needed someone to be with her at the hospital. I learned quite a bit about her, and had an epiphany when I realized that our dietary needs are quite similar. I am so laid back very particular about my food, namely that if you can't taste it, WHY EAT IT?? Lo and behold, Grandma Claire feels the same way. I am not kidding when I say that you did NOT want to be the lady who brought the salt-free mashed potatoes to my grandmother while she was in the hospital. Look out! Call maintenance! Potatoes anywhere but in her mouth. But, she loves her dessert, just like me. Anything chocolate is good. And strawberry shortcake will also do the trick.

Leftovers from the berry farm = a good snack on the drive back to DC.






                                                                                                                                                     Grandma Claire was so happy that we came to visit that she took me shopping for some new wheels.


I am now the proud owner of a FIAT!

Let

that

sink

in.

And now I will tell you...

It's not true.

Totally not true. I did get to sit in one on Saturday though. We went to European Embassy Day! One day a year, all the European embassies open their doors to the public to visit and get a taste of their culture. Michael and I only had time to visit three of them, but trust me, I sat in my Fiat at the Italian embassy and thought, "Well. I could fit my Cabbage Patch kid in the back seat. Not much else." Are you taking notes?

"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it." - Winston Churchill

The man himself:

It was a great weekend. Hanging with my man, Winston, and grandma was the best. Well, my mom is totally the best, but since my she lives a wee bit away, then her mom is the next best thang on mother's day!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Then

Now
I'm so glad I've gotten to spend the past 26 of your 65 years with you. 
You are an oldie but a goody. I love you!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Purge alert!

As I have stated many times before, we live in a teeny little apartment. If something comes in, something must go. No matta what.* Typically, the only thing that comes in is food and that naturally goes anyway (thinnnnk about it), and we certainly aren't purchasing any furniture (no where to put it).....soooo to get to my point.... if I buy a new article of clothing, something must depart. 

So today, I'm going to dispose of my pink dress. Calvin Klein. $40 from Ross. Boo-ya. 
It got some good wears, such as our engagement party in Dallas (above), and most recently, it is what I wore to Liz's wedding in Houston a few months ago. Yayyy Lizzy and Marky!
Their wedding was a blast. Here is some proof: 

I got a little email from the bride herself on their honeymoon and this picture was attached. HA. Oh gosh. And it was taken early in the evening. What can I say?? There's a whole lotta love. In general. 

So, I feel justified in getting rid of my pink dress. It has served me well. Annnnd the straps broke off by the end of Liz's wedding, so it's kind of a bust. No pun intended. 
A good time was had by all.

It actually feels great to get rid of things. If you think it's ever gonna fit again, sistaaa stop dreamin. The Salvation Army needs it more than you. 

*There is one exception to this rule of getting rid of something if more things come into our little casita. I'll give you about 3 seconds to think about it, and if you know me well, you will get it right.... 1.... 2....3..... daaaaaa daaaaaaaa yes yes it is books. One can never have enough books.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Update on the Babes

Many people post pictures of their babies online. Sometimes I meet people like this guy who lets you know how he feels about it:

...but I am not one of these people. I love the babies.  In fact, maybe later I'll tell a story about when I hijacked a babybjorn and took a 9 month old with me to the grocery store. Bring on the babies. However, all in due time for yours truly and Mikey boy. 

All I can say is this: WATCH OUT. I think we are going to be psycho parents when the time comes. Why is that? Because we are completely obsessed with our little seedlings that we planted a month ago.

So much so that we have protected them from the rain:

We have protected them from the evil scavengers squirrels and birds that come to feast on our little plant loves:

We've even protected it from our neighbors chocolate labradoodle that we are convinced is here to haunt us with its incessant barking. WE. CAN. HEAR. IT. THROUGH. THE. WALL. It's like puppy birth control.

Anywayyy, have a looksy! Here is before:

Here is today:

We are stoked. The sunflower totally croaked, as did the parsley. The basil is slow going, but we still have hope for them (in the little green containers.) Oh the joy of life. And these are plants. PLANTS. Imagine us with a child. Good grief. Brace yourself.