Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Night Notes and ENGAGEMENTS!!!

Nat and I spent yesterday afternoon searching for a new place to live. It might have been my Birthday and I was excited because we were going to Joss for sushi. Totally engrossed in the task at hand, I was oblivious to the fact that Nat was nervous the whole afternoon. Turns out, I was also oblivious that he had placed a small box on the counter before we had left and was desperately trying to get me to notice it. It didn't occur to me that it was odd he kept counting and recounting his money stalling before we left.  He then hoped I notice the box when we arrived home. Never happened. Eventually, he told me he had a birthday gift and it was waiting for me on the counter.  Totally unaware of what was about to happen I happily skipped down the stairs and was stunned to find the little box. And you can guess the rest!


The previous Sunday, we had gone to dinner with our good friends Kurt and Kristi. Apparently, the whole night was marvelous plot. Kristi grilled me to get ring ideas and Kurt and Nat went shopping the next day. Nat called them immediately after I said yes. Eventually we did meet up at Joss for sushi last night and the following Notes occurred:


Waiter: I hear it's somebody's Birthday!
(I looked blankly at Kristi as he placed a candle lit desert in front of me and wondered who should let him we were actually celebrating an engagement.)
Kristi: YOU!
Julie: Oh YEAH!!!!


Kurt: Why is the ice cream on a bed of kale?


Kristi: We're in a fight.
Julie: I want you to like my praline!
Kristi: I want you to like my nuts.
Kurt: The best way out of a fight is to like someone's nuts. 


There were actually several more funny things that I meant to make note of but I was having too much fun and was just too excited, happy in love that I couldn't keep track of things quickly enough. 


BEST weekend ever!

Monday, March 22, 2010

NYC and why the secret service now has our photos...

It was a brilliant weekend on the East Coast. I picked up Kristen at 5:45 a.m. on Saturday before the blue skies began to warm our hearts.

"I've never seen you this early in the morning," she said. "Oh. Wait."
"Well, not sober and on this side of the clock anyway," I replied.

By 7:40 a.m. we were lounging on a mega bus to New York City with Mel and April discussing pizza for lunch and contemplating just how amazing our night time outfits would be.

Our hotel just off of 5th Avenue would prove to be the most prime of locations one could EVER dream of, but we'll get to that in a moment.

We sunned on the rocks in Central Park, before indulging in cocktails in the very early afternoon and then getting ready for dinner. Kristen's friend Roger directed us to an amazing Peruvian restaurant and invited us to his apartment for a party. A house party in Manhattan we contemplated? You just can't turn that down.  He was the best of hosts with perfect taste in music and an amazing view of the city forty floors up.

The next morning, while waiting for the girls to finish packing up, I noticed some men in black redirecting those on foot to the opposite side of the street while I was perched at our large hotel window which basically worked as a balcony.  Soon April pointed out the plethora of police cars and within moments the secret service noticed us. I waved. They did not. They frowned. And stared hard from behind their dark sunglasses.

"What's up with all those dark SUV's in front of the building they won't let anyone in," I asked?

Several more minutes pass and 15 or so heavily armed swat team types with combat books and bullet proof vests rush out of the building and into the SUV's. With windows open we can see them very armed and very ready.

We pondered a bomb situation and debated evacuating ourselves, but remained transfixed as all traffic and pedestrian activity was now stopped in all directions and quickly was backing up. Another secret service agent gazed up at us and at unknown locations in the upwards direction. We couldn't see what else he was watching. Something was about to happen. But what?

Suddenly, two adorable black girls and a small entourage skipped happily from the building and were hustled into one of the dark cars. It seemed in my best interest to not grab my camera as we were obviously still being closely watched.

Several moments later a very familiar looking woman was rushed into a different vehicle. It couldn't be who it looked like and none of us dared to say who it very clearly was at the risk of sounding ridiculous. But who else would need such high security?  Within seconds the whole lot of SUV's and police cars took off. Fifth Avenue was on the move in another few moments.

Downstairs, we apologized for being slightly late on check-out and admitted to getting sucked into the scene below our window.

"Michelle Obama and the girls were shopping on Fifth this morning," the desk guys calmly stated. They were very obviously excited about it however.

Later that day it dawned on us that they probably had a sniper on us, just in case!



(The view where it all went down!)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Haiku Monday- Useless Slum Lords

Removal of squirrel
by use of moth balls, per slum
lord, means we move NOW.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Scoring at Spring Training

Our plane touched down in Tampa, Florida Saturday and we quickly cruised the scenic bridges into Sarasota by late afternoon. I was famished and the boss took us to a mennonite establishment for lunch and insisted we order pie. Desert is not standard procedure for me, but alas. When in Sarasota...


From there we were off to spend the rest of the day at the Ritz Carlton Beach Club. Who was I to complain? It was windy and not Florida warm, but we walked the beach before lounging in the hot tub and watching the sunset whilst sipping Rum Runners.




Cut to 5:30 am on Sunday and my alarm was screeching that it was time to put on my Orioles shirt. FTW? I had definitely consumed a sausage, egg and cheese from Waffle House by 7 am and was feeling a little more awake at the long line of baseball players lining up for their vision checks.


Pandemonium ensued trying to organize enough room to set up four stations of eye tests for 147 minor league ball players before they saw the actual doctor. (My boss.) I was just lucky enough to be given the test which involved Kanye West style eye glasses that made things 3-D for the depth perception exam. Lets just say, I was a hit and the boys loved me. Furthermore, my station was right outside the bosses office where things got all sorts of backed up leaving me with loads of time to chat up the boys. I was all, "So tell me about third base again?" and "How do you score a home run?" Ok, maybe I didn't say those things...but then again maybe I did.


Friday, March 5, 2010

Conversations with a Cactus

I stood in the kitchen glaring at my Christmas Cactus a few nights ago.

"Blooooooom. Bloooom, damn it," I growled. "I will not water you anymore at all if you don't bloom," I threatened further.

"I thought you were supposed talk nicely to plants. And play them nice music," asked Nat.

"I tried that. It's not working. I have spent all winter moving this damn cactus from room to room every few weeks, varying it's light intake, NOT over watering it and it still won't bloom," I said. And to the cactus, "What more do you want from me?!"

"Is this the same plant I wasn't aloud to be in the same room with for a while a few weeks ago," he questioned?

"Yes....What?"


In other news, I'm headed to Sarasota, Florida this weekend to help out my boss at Spring Training. I really don't know anything about baseball, but I like warm weather and cute boys, so it seemed like a good idea.

Also, don't forget to vote for me over at Mr. Condescending's 100 Words of Lust Contest!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

100 Words of Lust

Sup Blog Buddies,

Check me out over on one of my favorite blogs today. Mr. Condescending hosted a fun 100 Words of Lust Contest. No more, no less, and keep it classy.

Vote for me and my lusty words!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Haiku Tuesday

I'm pretty much terrible at Haiku Monday, but whatever.

What did you guys do this weekend?


 Sipping Sunday drinks
with friends lets us laugh at life,
before Monday's doom.