Sniffle/Ouch.

I have been sick more this past year than ever ever ever before.
I'm pretty sure it's due to the fact that my son entered daycare and now carries home every disease introduced in every household in Wichita Falls.
I'm exaggerating.
His daycare is not that big.
I still blame daycare though.
(Cough.)

Anyway, I started feeling a bit puny Saturday, but it didn't hit me until approximately 24 minutes before Katy arrived at my hizzie.
So, I took some tylenol and moved on with my life.
Sort of.
Not really.
I'm such a pansy when I'm sick.
So we went ahead and got me some DayQuil while we were out that afternoon.

Katy demands three things every time she visits:
Sevis.
Ganache.
Charming Charlie.

The times she visits are the only times that I do any of those things.
For the most part.
Sometimes I do get a wild hair and decide to venture to Ganache.
Not the point.

Our afternoon consisted of Katy's demands and then Target, and then we got ready for Saturday night.

We are never bored.

Saturday night my cold thing or whatever in the world it is hit me hard.
I hate being sick.
I hate being sick.

Sunday at noon, I went and got my tattoo.
I had an appointment at Artistic Ink, which is by the base.
I had never been to this tattoo place, but my Cowboy friend said that's where he goes so...off we went.
The place is clean.
The place is charming.
The place does not make you fear infection.
These are all very important, in my eyes.

Originally, the tattoo was supposed to go on my neck...on the back...sort of at my hairline.
Once I saw what Brad the Tattoo Artist drew up, I decided that it was too big to be on my neck.
So then I had to decide sort of on the spot where to put this tattoo.
When I mentioned my ribs, Brad the Tattoo Artist sort of made a face, and told me he'd rather put it on my neck.
The ribs hurt.
I know this because...that is where my tattoo ended up.
Brad the Tattoo Artist is awesome, though.
He talked about how Tattoo Artists forget how much tattoos hurt, and as a result sometimes show no mercy.
He knew the guy who did my last tattoo.
We agreed that he is one of the nicest people on planet earth.
He let me know what he was doing while he did it.
These things are good things to know.
A huge thanks to Brad the Tattoo Artist.

Now the worst part is over, and I just have to deal with the stinging pain every time I clean it.
Well worth it, though. I am so happy with it.

I may post a picture in a few days, when it's not so...new. And red.

Until then...

BritiUsh.

I tweaked my blog's look a little.

It was quite fun playing, and now I'm satisfied.



Just an update:

This weekend Katy is coming in to town, and we're going out for Linny's birthday. Location TBA.

I am going to attept to re-create The Mosquito Benedict as pictured in my previous blog.
Attempt.

I am also getting another tattoo on Sunday.


Have I mentioned how rough it is transitioning into 5 day weeks?
So worth it, though.
Vacations should be mandatory.

Another part of my Vacation Hangover is that Keeley, Katy, and I have an ongoing group text where basically we tell each other how much we miss everyone and how much we want to move to Galveston.

Enough about the vacation. I promise.

Now, you'll have to listen (read?) about the apartment.
For approximately four more weeks. And then I will leave you alone about it. Scouts honor.
If we were in England, it would be "Scouts Honour".
Do they have the scouts?
I guess my point was, they put random U's in words.
I have a friend who's parents are British...or maybe just one. I don't know. Anyway, he used to always text things about flavour, or colour. Did you know that? Little bit of trivia.
Also, realize is spelled "realise". So. If someone misspells it, just assume they are British and move on with your life.
Unless he is just really a terrible speller and is pulling the British card because he knows I don't know any better.
Little did he know, I'd turn around and try to drop the knowledge on my poor blog readers.

WOW, I can get off topic.
I would be a terrible teacher.
But a class favourite.
Did you catch my extra u?
If you did, you get a cookie for attention to detail.

I have TWO bridal showers to attend in two weeks. TWO. As in one Saturday, and one Sunday.
Please say a little prayer for me.
Or happy thoughts.
Or xanax.
Whatevs.

For my foodie friends, you should know that I finally made some risotto last night.
And I had never had it. Never.
And you know what?
I don't know if I did it right or not...since I've never had it.
But it was pretty damn good.

I think that's all for now. Nothing else too exciting is going on.

BE GOOD.

Vacation Pictures. :)

This is Beach, Day one. This is from the Seawall. This is beautiful. End of story. (This was actually in response to a text message I got from my mother, asking how the weather was. Bwahahaha.)

This is a black bean burger. I have yet to find another since I've been back. I have not looked, though. Notice my avacado and pico addition to said black bean burger. It was so...so...so good. (This can be found at The Spot in Galveston, TX.)

This is the Galveston Bay. I took this picture from my table at the Cadillac Bar on the Kemah Boardwalk. Kemah Boardwalk is one of the top 10 in 'Merica, and is located on the mainland, about 30-esque miles from Galveston Island.

This is some of a Corona-Rita. If you have not yet experienced one, and you are a fan of Corona and/or Margaritas, this is a must. I should have taken a photo of the drink when it came out, but I was very...thirsty. So. Anyway, if you've never seen one, it's a margarita with a Corona in it. Bottle and all. So, as you're drinking your marg, you get a little Corona.Very tasty. 

Let me tell you about this little beauty. This is from The Mosquito in Galveston, TX. It is called The Mosquito Benedict. It is served on a chive scone, with shrimp, artichokes, asparagus, and mushroom, and of course-poached eggs with hollandaise sauce. Served with your choice of side-I chose roasted potatoes. I cannot say enough about this, at all. Except that it's one of those dishes that you don't care how full you are, you're going to keep eating until it's gone or until they whisk you away. On an ambulance. 

Beach-Day Two. Up close and Personal. SEE MY KNEES?! They were later scraped on the ocean floor when I was trying to attack Katy for putting sand in my drawers. 

This is where we ate Dinner Saturday night. I think it's neat that they have the message board. Also, Congrats to Yousef and Nadia, wherever you are. 

Nom. 

Asparagus. Rice Pilaf. OH, and...Tilapia with Lump Crab meat, Mushrooms, and a white wine Cream Sauce. Thanks. 

This is was my first time eating this. How was it?

You be the judge. 

Lemon Rosemary Martini. Pretty name...strong drink. I poured it out. I'm not man enough for that drink. 

Brunch on Sunday morning. Salmon Filets with...poached eggs and hollandaise. Side of potatoes. Can you tell I was into eggs benadict that weekend? This was at The Sunflower Cafe in Galveston, TX. Three thumbs up! 

We didn't do much else on Sunday, except walk up and down the Strand. Then drove home, where I spent some quality time with...

Theeeeese. 

And there you have it ! Pics from my trip. 

You're welcome.

Vacation Hangover

This is the first week back to real life from vacation.
Insert my saddest face ever here.
But really, does everyone feel this depressed when they come back from vacation? Yes? Thought so.
I have the "I would much rather be at the beach or tasting amazing food" blues.
Because....okay, I didn't do much beach laying, honestly. I spent most of my time at the beach in the water. The time spent on the actual beach resulted in a sunburn which has now turned into a tan.
Pretty cool, huh?

I can't imagine how much worse it would be if I had gone to, say, Florida.
Or California.
Or NYC.
Or London.
Actually, scratch the London idea. Too much going on there right now.

But still. I got to spend time with my best friend, and got to know my other friend Keeley even better.
She's the sweetest girl in the whole wide world, I'm sure of it.
And she put up with Katy and I for three whole days, so...obviously she's gold as far as friends go.

The only bad part of vacation is that now I have learned of the awesomeness of Beaver Nuggets.
Beaver Nuggets come from Buc-ee's.
Buc-ee's is the mother of all convenient stores.
In fact, I believe I dubbed it "The King of Convenience" in earlier times.
But that was before I tasted Beaver Nuggets.
Now, Buc-ee's is simply, "The Home of Beaver Nuggets".
And until you taste Beaver Nuggets, you cannot possibly understand why I'd devote an entire paragraph to junk food.
And if you have tried them, you will understand. You will nod your head knowingly. You will pity me for only  having half a bag left. You will ignore that I didn't say that I STILL have half a bag. You would understand.
Do you get it? They're awesome.

Okay, so here's the skinny:

Now that I'm back from vacation I am in full speed ahead mode as far as the apartment is concerned.
I spent a nice sized chunk of money yesterday at Target on towels and kitchen gadgets...and bathroom necessities. Like a shower curtain. And rugs. And a soap dispenser.
I've decided on colors for my kitchen and bathroom.
Living room decor TBA.
Happy colors though, is the main focus.
Or calm. I like calm.
In the past, everything has been red. And I do mean everything.

I see a trip to IKEA in my near future. Any takers?
No? K, fine.

UPDATED! Do you even know what you're getting yourself into?

This week I want to discuss the awesomeness of Obamacare with you.

But not really, because that subject is touchy as hell, and if you're going to argue with me, I'd rather have my shit straight. Capish?

But actually, what I really wanted to say was...I'm going on vacation July 27th, and I couldn't be more excited.
I have had these details planned for about two months.
I am a planner, after all. It's what we do.
Kemah Boardwalk on Friday.
Galveston on Saturday.
Chillax on Sunday. Preferably while taking a nice, long look at the Galveston Bay.
I have been saving money, even.
And any money left over (if any) can and will be used to buy stuff for my new apartment.

Speaking of which, I keep coming across little things I'm going to need for le apartment.
For example, last night I realized I'd need a microwave.
I'm still fuzzy on the furniture situation.
I know I have a loveseat.
It's just that...my life has become so structured that if I don't have a definite day that something is going to happen (such as furniture availability) I get kinda squirmy and start looking at just purchasing it to avoid the hassle of sitting on the floor.
At least Aiden has his camping chair.
That's not WT, right?
Oh, cool. I don't have a bed.
Someone tell me to chill.

Aiden was sick last week.
In the middle of summer.
I wonder if his body realized he's been in Wichita Falls for a year now, and was literally...sick...of it?
He is half Rosston, after all.

Seriously, someone find me a friggin bed.



**Update!**

I do, in fact, have a bed.
Please, everyone, just chill the eff out.
Oh, it was just me panicking? Alright then.

You know that expression "timing is everything"?
Well, it's 100%ish true. I say ish because - as you know, there's always that one debbie downer who will disagree with me, and now they can't. Ha.

Anyway, I have an awesome seeeeestor/family friend (Andrea) who's getting married in October, so they're getting lots of new shit.
And I'm moving in September.
Anyway, some way or another I will have a bed.
And stuff.

I also found a printable list of stuff you need for any first apartment.
It makes me panic a little.
But not really because everyone keeps telling me not to.

So, here it is. I have my own apartment.
That is getting brand new carpet and tile.
Moving in September 1st.
I have left ample room in my budget for internet, so we can continue having these conversations.

Because I know you'd miss me.

Not suitable for the mature.

Random thoughts.
Written by Anna.
Published by Anna.
Edited by no one.
Dedicated to anyone who gets all the way through to the end without rolling their eyes and thinking, “Okay, she’s completely lost it this time, y’all haul her to the funny farm.”
Inspired by all the random blogs I read on the internet that make me feel like it’s okay to show you people who I really am, if you don’t already know it by now.

Are y’all still there?
Good.

I’ve stopped reading 9gag*, and instead I read insane mommy blogs.
And by insane, I mean moms like me who drink and swear.
Actually, I’m pretty sure that’s the name of one of them…”Moms who drink and swear.”
Google it.
The problem with drinking is that sometimes your kid wants a drink of your beer.
The problem with swearing is obvious…they repeat it.
This has not happened so far.
That’s a total lie. It happened for the first time last night. I laughed until tears came out of my eyeballs.
Last time I laugh at that…promise. For all you momma police out there.
But, in my defense, I had dropped food on the floor. Delicious food.
I wanted that…
I’m still grumpy about it, actually.

Side note: by drinking, I mean I have one beer, for heaven’s sake.
On the week nights.
Don’t get your panties in a bunch.

*9gag refers to www.9gag.com, which is a website full of funny and inappropriate photos with captions, aka- memes.
I used to read them while I dried my hair in the morning.
But I’ve taken to showering at night in place of sleeping in the next morning.
It doesn’t matter if you wanted to know that or not, it’s right there. Boom.

I thought we were past adding people you don’t know on facebook? Why do people still do this? Is it rude to ask them if you know them? If you don’t get an answer back, does that mean no? Ugh. Facebook politics.  Add that to the reasons I prefer twitter. It grows every day. The list that is…maybe not twitter. Probably twitter. Hell, I don’t know.

Is biking an adequate form of exercise? I haven’t been to the gym in weeks.

Add instagram to my list of obsessions on the internet.

I looked at an apartment yesterday. How do you know a place is right for you, though? I don’t think in my case I can expect to see the place I’m actually going to live in until like…move in day, because I’m not planning on moving in until September-ish. So I have time to save and collect necessities.
Like sammich bags. NO ONE EVER THINKS OF THAT UNTIL YOU NEED IT.
Luckily, I have little scouts out, collecting such things for me, so that when the time comes, I don’t panic about not having an ironing board…even though I have not used an ironing board in years.
It’s okay though. Maybe I’ll start.
Anyway, the point is, it’s scary, but it’s time.

I’ve lived in Wichita Falls for a whole year-officially.
On the 27^th, it’ll be a year at my job.
My boss suggested we have cake.
He doesn’t remember that I am taking vacation on that day.
Mwahahaha.

This is what gives me my jollies.

First of all:
Can one of you people please teach me how best to post pictures to this thing?? That would be awesome. My stories are so much better if I can show you things.

Anyway.

This is where I get my kicks lately:

*Aiden trying to communicate. You have to nod and laugh.
*My Texas Rangers at-bat playlist
*My Magic Mike Soundtrack playlist
*Diet Dr. Pepper
*Food from the grill
*The Fourth of July, which covers the family and smiles.
*Getting my bridesmaid dress ordered, and having already paid for it
*New sunglasses
*My friend Travis's dog, Chewie. He is a yorkie. I want one.
*Stumbleupon
*Fitting into my old favorite shorts. Sort of.
*Owning more Rangers tshirts than any other kind of tshirt, ever
*Twitter (still)
*Mike Napoli going to the All Star game!!!
*Stumbleupon
*The Rangers owning the all star team in general. That's awesome.
*People teaching me how to post pictures to my blog so I can SHOW Y'ALL THINGS
*Random blogs found on the internet
*Avacados
*Rainer Cherries
*Stumbleupon

Did I mention Stumbleupon? I like it so much more than twitter.

And. That's all I have to say about that. :)