He/We

Today is my husband’s birthday.

 I met him when he was 21. We got married when he was 26. We had our first baby when he was 28. We bought our first house when he was 31. We had our second baby when he was 33. We bought our second house when he was 36. We celebrated at Ocktoberfest in Munich when he was 40. We happily leaped into his new career as an entrepreneur when he was 44. 

This year he will see his first born graduate high school, his second born start middle school, his business hit the one year mark and our marriage hit the 20 year mark. 

All those numbers add up to my happy life.

Love you Joe. You haven’t changed a bit and yet you’re even better. How’d you do that?

   
  
 

Marzipan Momma

I tend to get hooked on scents. Some people are born with long legs, others are blessed with the perfect nose – but I’m blessed with sensitive olfactory glands. Jealous? Usually this isn’t a good thing. I can smell pee (human and animal) miles away. Sorry I said pee. This also means that I can’t take a lot of artificial scents. I’m not an easy to please gal when it comes to candles or lotions. Walking into a Bath and Body Works or Yankee Candle makes me gag. Like gag me with a spoon. Like totally. Do 80s sayings pop in your head 24/7 too? 

I’m not sure how I started down this negative nose road – I really wanted to tell you (probably again) about my complete devotion to L’Occitane’s almond line. It’s the bomb. (Late 90s sayings pop in my head too).

 

  

You may not think you need a shower oil, but you’re wrong. The one thing missing in your life right now is shower oil.

A few weeks ago my friend Rebecca gave me a belated bday present.  Like her, the present was thoughtful, creative and full of the things I love. She called it a survival kit. I haven’t broken into it yet – but I will.    

    
 Do you notice what’s front and center? No, not the tequila, the other thing front and center – a perfect mini L’Occitane lotion. She loves me, she really loves me! 

Make yourself happy and go get some of those products today! Unless you have a tree nut allergy. Or hate almonds and America. 

Instagram plea

I was about to post this picture on Instagram and I realized I have like 4 followers. Ok, maybe 5. So here’s my ask, IF you want to and IF you are interested… Follow me on Instagram at nk1928.

I promise to post often. Things like this….

  
This was a bowl I found in the fridge this morning. Not only did someone decide the cantelope  was better than the pineapple – but they decided to burrow through the top vs uncovering it. And I’m guessing by the size of the hole, it’s a certain 11 yr old I know who just shoved his hand in the bowl like a monkey. 

Go about your day. 

Summer status

We’ve been on a roll. Or in a car. Or on a boat. It’s mid-July, summer vacations (for our kids) are in full swing. We’ve already hit bad traffic, gotten lost, forgotten things at home and gotten into fights in the car. We’ve had buckets of ice cream, been to margaritaville a few times, and had enough watermelon to feed a small melon-less country. In between summer fun my husband has been expanding his business and I have been working some late nights – but somehow it doesn’t matter in the summer! It’s not pitch black at 6. There’s no teacher’s note about something I’ve forgotten to send into school. People tend to be a little more relaxed and happy. It’s enjoyable.

My daughter has been moonlighting with my husband at his cleaning company – helping out and making a little extra money. I told her it’s great that she’s working with her dad because she needs to learn about the empire she’ll probably inherit one day. She didn’t laugh. I laughed. I think I’m hysterical.

In other news, as my son commented that we have been in a “boaty” mood. We spent 4th of July with my husband’s cousin Bobby who just bought the most beautiful boat. For weeks prior to our trip to see him I told people I was going to DC for the 4th. Because I really thought I was. Someone (my husband obvi) had told me DC. I’m sure of it. He’s sure I’m making that up. He said I never actually asked where we were going. I just assumed. That’s crazy. Why would I do that? Anyway we were nowhere near DC – we were in Soloman’s Island, Maryland. We passed DC and then kept driving another hour. It didn’t matter what land mass we were on because we spent the majority of the weekend on the water and it was beautiful. But in the future, I’ll confirm DC before I say DC.

Last weekend we were lucky enough to be invited by one of our good friends, April and Pat, to Pat’s childhood home in CT. This time I knew where I was going. It just so happened that they also just got a new boat. Thus our “boaty” mood. We always have loads of fun with them and this time was no exception – one of my favorite moments was hearing about a racist dog in their family. At first I thought they were kidding – after a few examples we decided I should probably never meet that dog – just in case. I also got to spend some quality time with one of their good friends (let’s call her D in case she wants to deny knowing me later) who reads my blog often. I’m not gonna lie. I loved that D remembered long-ago details of my life that I have already forgotten. I know other people would feel moments of panic and loss of personal privacy – I felt like Madonna. Thank you D for making my day so I can pretend people are actually reading and remembering my crazy blog. April is also a blogger so she totally gets it. Check out her blog (http://planetoftheapeblog.com/) to read more about racist and non-racist dogs.

How’s your summer? Are you having fun? Why don’t you ever talk back? Sigh. It’s ok. I love you anyway.

Here’s hoping you are having a “boaty” “beachy” “barbecue-y” good time. Here’s some random pics from my last few weeks. A sparkler…because why not? A picture of my girl working hard for her money. My hydrangeas because I’ve missed them so. And my boy…because why not?


  
  

Thanks for nothing Edgar

Back in 2013 I wrote a post about how our landscaper killed my one living breathing plant.

It’s 2015 and my little plant is finally back. Check out the old post below for the story.

It took 2 years to recover. It’s the longest grudge I’ve ever held. Against a landscaper.

mo’ marriage mo’ problems | wifemothereventplanner
http://wifemothereventplanner.com/2013/08/10/mo-marriage-mo-problems/

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I’m like a pillow

Atleast that’s what my son told me last week. His exact words were,” Mom, I love leaning on you. You have no bones. You’re like a pillow.”
My daughter and husband busted out laughing. I cried I think.
But he’s right. I am soft. And not just in the thighs.
I’m a scaredy cat. A wimp. A chicken. Basically I’m yella.
Forget coasters and fast rides, I don’t even like fast escalators.
This weekend we are heading to see family and we got an email saying there will be mopeds for us to use. As if. Mopeds. I’ll have to come up with a decent excuse to steer clear.
Sometimes when I’m on my way to work on the subway, I try and not hold on to something. To just balance. Inevitably I fold and grab the bars. And if there’s a seat. I sit. I’ll always sit.
I didn’t get the adventure gene. The thrill gene. I didn’t even get the kinda exciting gene. I’m not going to go speeding down a snowy mountain or diving in deep blue waters. Nope. I’ll be the one waiting for you when you’re done. Probably with a snack. Because you know what, I like to be cozy. And safe. And out of harms way. Anything wrong with that? Ok, as you were!

Mr. Brightside

Oh hello. Happy Friday.
Here are some things that drive me crazy:
– Top 10 lists. Everything is a top 10 list. Top 10 ways your baby is in danger. Top 10 reasons why coconut oil is the messiah. You get the point. If not I can give you the top 10 reasons why I can’t stand those lists. I don’t know about you but I’ll be reading long, continuous paragraphs (after I write this short, broken blog).
– Hacks. Isn’t a hack someone who doesn’t know what they are doing? An amateur? Now the word means the quick, easy way to do something. Can we just do stuff the long, hard, right way please?
– YouTube videos with moms wearing Lululemon and singing clever songs about their kids. Actually I’m just jealous, so never mind that one.

Whenever I get really annoyed or angry about something I take a moment to talk to my son.
He can usually be found outside. Jumping on something. Hopping on something. Diving on something. Always moving. Always happy. When he does get mad or angry or sad- you just feed him, and he’s back! Simple. Uncomplicated. Happiness.
It’s enough to send me into a fit of happy tears.

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