March 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
3 of them:
#1: We Matched
…at USC. We’re moving to LA. Text from my sister: “You’ll get to live the life of Lauren Conrad!” Thank god for a super icy winter and the Y and keeping up with Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. At least I’ll know what to say at cocktail parties. Maybe, if I’m really lucky, HH will be discovered at one of these cocktail parties and I can become the next Dina Lohan.
#2: March Madness
UK beat Wichita State in a big fat upset yesterday. This means that not only is my (and everyone else’s) bracket completely effed, but Kentucky plays Louisville this coming Friday. If you forget why this is a very big deal, see: here.
Neeeeerleeeeeens. Because we are moving to a concrete jungle, we’ve decided that Nerlens would probably be happier staying here in Kentucky at Andrea’s farm. It was a hard decision. Nerlens is part of our family and Spike will be very upset. But really, he’s a Kentucky cat. He needs a place to hunt rats and climb trees and roll in dirt. Plus nobody in LA will pronounce his name right.
Lots going on.
August 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
Few things drive Spike crazier than seeing Nerlens sprawled out in his favorite spot on our front walkway from his perch in the front window. They are (in order of ascending levels of hysteria): a UPS truck parked anywhere on the street; any cat (or squirrel) other than Nerlens lying on the front walk; and the mailman.
July 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
Our doors may not be closing completely because the wood is swollen, I may have almost killed myself sliding down the ramp in our yard because it is covered in moss, and Nerlens may have spent the last week making a racket on the back porch because he was confined to sitting under the overhang…but all this rain has been good for something:
Surprise! Our heirloom tomatoes are orange this year. At least they’re not all tiny deformed roma. One of the perks of taking random plants from the in-laws.
I know that doesn’t look like a whole lot of bounty, because it’s not (though, to be fair, we accidentally pulled up like 6 pre-mature radish plants before we realized they were radishes and not weeds. Who knew the tops of radishes grew to be like 2 feet tall with flowers?) But things this year are looking much better than things did in the brutal heat of last year.
And things been blooming kind of consistently, in a staggered way for some reason. So we’re having a steady stream of veggies.
Next: learn how to cook turnips. Because Paul planted like 30 of them.
…and the excitement continues…
June 12, 2013 § 5 Comments
Say hello to my new best friend (not Nerlens, though he’s up there.)
I came home from work one day to an enormous box waiting for me in the living room. What the f, you might ask, is that? A pregnancy pillow. From my mother in law and sister in law.
At first I was like, woah. Overkill. Then I laid down in it…and have been wondering ever since how I lived without one. It’s like a body pillow that hugs you back. These should not just be reserved for pregnancy. And it has been super helpful since I started getting pretty bad lower back pain this past week (hello, third trimester). So despite its appearance, much to Paul’s chagrin, this is where it lives now.
March 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
Kentucky got off to kind of a rough start this year, but by mid-season had really started to pull themselves together and play like rockstars. Then, in one unfortunate incident, things came crashing down.
Because about a month ago, Nerlens…
(this Nerlens, not
that Nerlens)…did this:
I know, that is so gross, I almost didn’t post it. But for those of you out there who are unfamiliar with basic human anatomy, he really messed up his knee. Tore his ACL. And at the same time, the soul of Kentucky. Right in half.
I love the camera man’s face in that picture.
And last week, it was finalized. Kentucky didn’t even make the tournament this year.
(I have no idea where that picture came from).
And so, while UK sits in mourning, and Louisville continues onto the tourney as the #1 overall seed (which is absolutely KILLING Paul), and the people of Lexington drown their sorrows in bourbon, talk of next year’s recruiting classes for both basketball AND football (?!?) is already flitting through the air giving the Wildcat Nation a thread of hope to cling to in this time of dire straits.
There’s always next year.