Monday, December 31, 2012

Not really a year in review. Just kind of.

Blah, Blah, Blah. Nobody wants to hear a long winded version of how I'd all but lost my mind at the beginning of the year but made a slow and steady come back that involved very little alcohol, a lot of maturing and just a few Night Notes. Nobody. Nor does anyone care about what I resolve to do in 2013. So here is the brief version. 

I spent a lot of time with this guy. 

 A little bit of time on the water.

A little bit of time in Ocean City.

And nine whole blissful days in the Outer Banks in October.

The 2013 Goals are as follows:

Get back to a healthier lifestyle.
Get my muscles back.
Read and write more.
Keep a cleaner house.
Foster at least one dog.

Happy New Years!

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Tell me whatcha want, what you really, really want...

After ten years years of strategically only working at establishments within a six mile radius of my house, and accidently switching jobs five times in just over a year, I have finally settled in with a very promising company. I've got six whole months under my belt, I'm still learning new things and my co-workers are great. Aside from the fact that sometimes I travel to Silver Spring and that stretch of the beltway can make it take forty five minutes to travel five miles, (horrors) the job is really good. If you want to know the absolute truth, I semi adore Silver Spring. It's busy, diverse and the lunch break shopping is fantastic.

Oxymoron that I am, my ultimate goal is to eventually move to either Savannah, Georgia or the Outer Banks in North Carolina. The polar opposite of snobbish downtown Silver Spring. I love that I don't have to make eye contact with anyone here, much less smile at a stranger, possibly resulting in added wrinkles earlier than necessary. (A VALID concern.) Don't get me wrong. I'm nice, I'm just not "southern, stop and talk to everyone in the grocery store "nice. Let's put it this way. My Victoria Beckham scowl comes naturally. I've got places to be (home) and little time for small talk.

Basically, I'm kind of still recovering from the sad state that I was in last year, but I'm evolving more than ever and the future looks good.

Hubs, strong coffee and cocktails over brunch.  A few of my favorite things

My other love and best friend. 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Coming of Age

As a child, family functions meant running from the moment company arrived and being wired well after they left.  It was hard to find time to show and tell them everything in the limited time alloted, but surely the louder I spoke and the faster we ran, the more likely we would be to cover it all. What was up with the boring adults though? They were always quietly sitting in the fancy dining room discussing tragically boring things such as curtains while sipping weird smelling beverages. Sometimes they would get up to check on something in the kitchen before sitting back down in the same place just talking.

I spent yesterday morning kayaking with my good friend Katie. We found glassy smooth Annapolis water and watched herons fly by as we drifted along chatting and soaking in the sun. 

By the time we arrived at Nat's sisters in the late afternoon for his nieces birthday dinner, I was pretty worn out from my morning. Heat was beginning to emanate not only from the tops of my legs, pink with fresh summer burn, but also sneaky other parts where I had poorly applied sunblock. 

Nonetheless, I retreated to the cool basement with hubs where we had our choice from an impressive selection of nerf guns with an equally impressive variety of ammunition. I dived behind overturned tables to shoot at my nephew and hid behind closet doors with my niece to take cover and shoot with precision. Brubeck barked and ducked having no understanding of the loud, fast paced game. It might be fun if it weren't so scary! Velcro bullets clung to my shirt. This was hard work.

Directions on teams and elaborate explanations of gun clips, amo, and even laser sites were given when I decided to check on Bru who was now whining at the top of the stairs. The Grannies and my sister in law were sitting quite civilized in the dining room sipping pineapple margaritas. Bumps, bangs and screeches were heard from the sweaty trio down below. "Come on Bruby," I said. "This is more our scene." 

Just like that, I was calmly hanging with the ladies, Bru at my feet, sipping adult drinks, discussing window heights and never more content. 

"I'LL TAKE THE OFFICE AND YOU GUARD THE SPARE ROOM!!!!! " shouted my husband from the basement. 

Sunday Morning

The sweet serenity of a quiet, near silent, summer Sunday morning is not lost on me.

Husband lies peacefully under just a chocolate brown top sheet lightly snoring.

On the floor nearby, Brubeck stretches his long yellow legs and releases a content sigh.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Summer of Sun

I've declared this the summer of sun.  That only means that I have made it my second job to make sure I put on a bathing suit every weekend this summer.  Ok, and to utilize all my non-working hours to the best of my ability. So far, I've gone to Ocean City once, and crashed several of my friends pools. Things are going swimmingly.

Last night, hubs and I ventured out for dinner and drinks with a few good friends at Red, Red Wine Bar and I realized I'm continuing to feel much more like myself again. Though, you know how everyone does the morning drink tally and recounts insane acts of the night prior? "Do you remember...," and you may or may not remember.  Now I scratch my head wondering why my stomach is so upset after a glass and a half of wine. So, this is the new "myself," and I'm OK with that.  Today I'll be sipping a cold, (non-alcoholic) beverage with some of my besties poolside and enjoying this fine day off.

To my good friend Jeremy who said of my last post, "Nothing good comes out of Ocean City trips with you....NOTHING." I'm much more subdued this days, I swear.  I *rarely get friends of other friends arrested anymore.

Here's a self portrait from a day at the pool with cheese, crackers, canned beer and great friends.

Happy 4th!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Summer time

Saturday demanded summer time shenanigans.  I woke up at 6:30 a.m. and drove myself to Ocean City to buy cheap jewelry, eat bad Tony's pizza and mostly to hang with Katie and Newman on the beach.

We got red hot in the sun and purple cool in the water then enjoyed hamburgers and sweet potato fries with margaritas at the beach bar before diving back into the water. The only napkin night note was Newman stating that auto-correct helped him spell "kidnapping" when he text Nat that they had officially kidnapped me.

Summer is going quite well thus far.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

No joke, another Note

This fine specimen of a Night Note is from May 11th. Katie and I were having dinner then shopping at Sephora when we decided we simply could not end the night without margaritas. We proceeded to go to a bar and order other drinks as it turns out, but the night was a happy one. The following occurred.

Katie: Level is a whole other level.

Nikki: Relaaax fish.

Katie: Thats why I keep cheating!

Ian: Whatever, you just got f@*!king nudged b!tch!

Trey: You look at the letters and you have three m's. It's like, "m," "m."

Ian: Oh, you made that for me?
Trey: Yeah...wha'd I make?

Julie: We SHOULD drive by Nat's house!!!
Chris: You know that's your house..?

Monday, June 11, 2012

50 Shades

Obviously, I read it. Now I'm in on the jokes and can laugh when others say, "laters, baby." It was mostly just really, really terrible, but not terrible enough to not finish reading it. Only terrible enough to not read the second two. I have closure in the first and can not deal with those Bella and Edward rip-offs further.

Which brings me to my first Night Note in ages. Husband and I had a date night with our friends Kurt and Kristi. Hubs and Kurt discussed wine and food, while Kristi and I discussed much more interesting topics such as 50 Shades of Grey, Wills and Kate and the likes. You know. Interesting stuff.


Julie & Kristi:  I was livid when he went to Savannah!!!

Kristi: Do you remember when you drank the coconut water and it tasted like c--?

Julie: I thought the King was dead?
Kristi: No! He's a Duke!!!

And there you have it. Sophisticated Night Notes....ish.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Like a child-star making her comeback...

So I kind of lost my mind for a while there which in blogland might have been made evident by lack of quality and quantity of posts. Here is a brief recap in the ultimate demise of Night Notes:

Nov 2010- Laid off of job three months before wedding. Though inconvenient timing, it was the best thing that could have happened.
Jan 2011- Start a sweet gig at a desk job doing absolutely nothing and being an absolute rock-star at it.
Feb 2011- Get married!!! Life is good.
March 2011- Honeymoon. Life is really good.
April 2011- Get Brubeck. Yay! Grandmere, (my beloved Grandmother) is getting sicker. Dark clouds.
May 2011- Lose Grandmere. Devastation.
June 2011- Sweet gig playing on the internet merges with another company and to avoid letting me go, they shuffle me to another company. Begin to hate life. Bru is the only thing that makes me smile many days.
July, August, September, October 2011- Hate life. Cry. Every. Single. Day.

In August however, I ventured into the world of acupuncture by recommendation of a friend who saw I was in need of help. Long story short, my acupuncturist opened my eyes, enlightened me and encouraged me to make a huge change. ANY change.

It came in the form of leaving the confines of my great comfort zone. The nine to five desk job. I entered the land of retail. Commission based retail. Gasp! It was fun and flexible and so mind boggling, shockingly different that I lost focus of my misery. Ok, to be perfectly honest, I might have lost my mind even a little more for a minute. I wasn't making any money, but was still working on making a career of it as I was planning to take the management course the company offered.

One painfully slow evening an old contact came into the store. She asked me to come in for an interview and as the word "No," came out of my mouth, sanity slapped me in the head and shouted, "REGULAR PAY, NORMAL HOURS YOU IDIOT!" I interviewed a few days later and was hired a few days after that. I have been back in healthcare since March and I'm feeling pretty good about what I'm doing and enjoying it at the same time.

It has been a full year since Grandmere died. I still think about her everyday and honestly still can't believe she is gone. Death is shockingly final even when you are anticipating it, but I have mellowed in my mourning. As wrong as it feels, life does go on.

Vowing to enjoy summer this year and make up for what was lost last summer, (without backtracking and turning into the hot party-crashing mess I once was,) I think it's safe to say, Night Notes will be back in a much more sophisticated and mature fashion.

Stay tuned...

Friday, January 13, 2012

Now what?

It's no secret I liken myself to a certain Carrie Bradshaw. I like shoes, martini's, over the top clothes, having the best friends in the world and writing about it all. 

Like Carrie, all those nights out in fancy shoes paid off and I secured my own Mr. Big. But... now what? We are almost upon our first anniversary and I have enjoyed married life. Thinking back to when we first started dating, it was all dinner at the table with Jenna Mammina playing in the background and healthy apples for desert. A perfect cozy night in our house now is making spaghetti and retreating to the couch together for a night of Pawn Stars and chilling with the dog. We chomp chips for desert and I rarely make it through a glass of wine before falling asleep. 
Have we lost the glamour? How important is the glamour really? While it is nice to be able lounge in pajamas and not have to reapply my make-up to see my husband, I surely do not want to turn into a slovenly, un-showered couple sitting in separate barcaloungers, with afghans on our laps, take-out strewn about, arguing over what to watch on BBC, with twenty dogs milling about because volunteering with the dog rescue has gotten out of control and we've also become animal hoarders and now our friends won't even come to visit and then....

Ok, so it will be a while before all that would happen, but I just want to be careful that it does not. 

Night Notes has been evolving over the last year and while I would never put an end to my favorite scribbles, like Carrie's evolution, there will more posts about real relationships in the next know, if TV dinners, smutty novels, video games and dogs don't take over.

Are you married? How to you keep your marriage fresh with conflicting schedules, obligations, chores and life?