Stripes and sea salt

I would have blogged last week except that Grace Patton had her fourth child, and I was very exhausted for her, so decided to take some rest. Nevermind that she’s blogged four times since giving birth, and I only have cats, so really no excuses about not writing. Except that now I do it for a living, so sometimes I feel like I write, write, write, write, and when I come home I just want to be, be, be, be.

But anyway, let’s start with a house update, because every time I write about my new house it reminds me that I won’t be living in my apartment (that is getting smaller by the nanosecond) forever, even though the builders postponed the completion date, so our happy lil family of four will be sharing our 700 square feet for a bit longer.

We haz paint! We went with SW Sea Salt. BECAUSE WE LOVE THE OCEAN! And other reasons, maybe?

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These are the beautiful doors to our laundry room, where Casey will spending lots of time and I will be spending none. JK. Not JK.

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And here are some stairs! I hope to have Carrie Underwood style legs by JUUULLLY-ish.

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In other news, Casey is growing a beard! He takes things extra seriously now because of it.

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Hawt. He wore the beard to Brittney’s wedding on Saturday. We debated whether or not he should shave for such a fancy occasion, but beard-growing cannot just be stopped for the sake of holy matrimony (sorry, Brittney…)

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While Casey’s beard and I remained well behaved at the wedding, I didn’t do so well Friday night.

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But when I’m with Kaitlin, we rarely behave. Can’t remember the details of the misbehaving. Causing trouble since 1992-ish…

And then later the cats caused trouble. But they sure looked cute doing it.

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Pink tips and video games

I’m sure most of you read Greetings from Texas, a blog written by another Megan. You don’t have to worry about getting us confused, because she has brown hair and is always wearing very fashionable clothes. She also has a kid. And no cats. I have no kid and two cats, in case you need a refresher. But I did get to hang out with Macy most of the day Saturday, and my arms are still sore today from picking her up and putting her down and carrying her around the Galleria. So, if you’re wondering how to get ripped biceps and get rid of your bat wings, my suggestion would be to have a kid who is eternally about 18 months old.

The following photos might give you the impression that I have baby fever, but I don’t. I only have Macy fever. And a little bit of puppy fever. I did snap a good shot of Macy giggling (at one of my hilarious jokes, more than likely — kid has a wicked sense of humor), and it appears I dyed her tips pink. I didn’t, but I have to imagine Megan might have been wondering what Macy’s tips would look like pink, because that is kind of in right now, and Megan is always up on what’s hot (hope pink tips are still in and I’m not behind, because then…awk).

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I feel like she could pull it off.

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Selfie attempt 1:

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Easier when she’s sleeping:

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Was afraid to smile lest my cheekbone jab her in the eye.

You guys all probably have a bad case of Macy fever now. She’s seriously the best baby ever, and Anna and I could not stop talking about how despite her one 30-minute nap of the day, she was not even the slightest bit cranky. Which is more than I can say about myself when I don’t get enough sleep.

Speaking of napping, my two catkids are really good at it.

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Also, in case you aren’t married and wonder what it’s like to be married and have sophisticated dinner parties with your other married friends…this is what it’s like:

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Hannah will get to experience that soon, I’m sure. I only added that sentence in here so I could find a way to share this lovely picture from her big day:

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She did a good job on that partayyy. And I miss her already. I did ask her about marriage so far, and she said that Chase has already stolen her leftovers without asking…purchased live chickens. I believe I wrote a post where I suggested not getting cats as a recipe for a successful marriage, but perhaps I should have added an “or chickens” to that sentence. Only time will tell whether or not chickens lead to a happily ever after or not. I’ll keep ya posted.

Tattoos and wedding makeup

I’m not sure how I have already landed at the Saturday morning of this week…I meant to write this Monday and then Tuesday and then Wednesday, and then all of a sudden it’s Saturday morning, and I’ve yet to write a single thing this week.

Hannah got married last weekend, despite my many warnings about marriage and all the things you have to do to keep it successful (I suggested not getting cats, although her new husband desperately wants to start raising chickens, and I’m already seeing some marital disputes in their future about that…).

She was the sparkliest, most glam and beautiful bride. I didn’t take nearly enough pictures of her, but check out this makeup process she went through (and P.S. I am NOT a bad friend for posting this, because after my wedding, she posted a picture to my Facebook with my hair teased straight up and my face not smiling and not looking as great as you like to remember yourself looking on your wedding day, so no words about this):

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At first I was thinking it was a brilliant idea to sit and watch a professional do her makeup, so that maybe I could learn the correct way to do makeup, but after about the first 30 seconds, I had already given up any hope that I’d ever have the patience with my face to put all that stuff on it. It turned out totally perfect on Hanny though.

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What? I like to kiss the bride just as much as the next person.

I’m also slightly obsessed with Hannah’s nephew Miller, who belongs to one of my fellow bridesmaids, Chelsea. I especially liked that Chelsea trained Miller to take selfies from a very young age.

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I enjoyed screaming “It’s Miller Time!” every time I got to hold him.

I should also show you Chelsea, the master baby selfie trainer.

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Chelsea was a champ bridesmaid, because she had to take her dress off (Chelsea, is this TMI? I don’t know anymore) to feed Miller about 97 times before the wedding, which made me thankful my cats were at home and that they eat out of bowls and not body parts.

She also spent a lot of the pre-wedding trying to get him to take a nap, but he was not having that, so about 10 minutes into the reception, this happened…

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What a babe. And Miller is cute, too.

It was such a great party, but I am getting a little tired of these weddings that force my friends to move to a different state after they’re over. However, I did get to reunite with Rachel, who you might remember from various running posts like…this one

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I liked that my eyes were closed in this one, because people never use these types of pictures for anything, and I think it’s unfair to these little gems.

And Hannah’s and my old roommate, Ashley, also showed up for a smashing good time.

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Eyes open in that one. Score.

Ashley and Casey got this very creative photo snapped of someone taking a picture of someone taking a picture of my mom taking a picture…sounds confusing, but looks like this:

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The night ended in sparklers and goodbyes (those suck), and I wish I could relive the night over and over again. Especially, because I convinced the DJ to play Wrecking Ball (by telling him it’s what the bride wanted) and we all belted it at the top of our lungs, which reminded me of when I got to sing it at karaoke, and it was just a highlight of my life. Chase, the groom, wasn’t really THAT pleased, because he said it’s a breakup song, but I’m just like, Chase, don’t think about it like that, ya know? Just think of it as great great great. I also taught an older gentleman how to do the Cha Cha Slide, which I thought was really generous of me, but then after he apologized for being better than me and showing off, so I’m not sure how to feel about him.

We ended the weekend by celebrating Casey’s birthday with a homemade breakfast by his mom. I was super impressed by the homemade beignets she made…I was also still eating them yesterday…

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Like Pioneer Woman status, am I right? Check out the end result:

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I could probably start a food blog if Kelly made all the food and I just wrote about it, don’t ya think?

We spent the whole day watching movies and playing games and obviously ended with dinner at Lupe’s. Casey turned 26, which seems a bit adult to me, but I’m still a young 25 and probably too immature to understand what turning 26 means, so I won’t even attempt it.

I feel lucky to have had the chance to celebrate two milestones with two people I love this weekend, and that’s a lil mushy, so I just stop this post here…

But before I stop, here is a picture of me learning how to have fun at a wedding (my mom’s):

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Animal Face and hardwood floors

Well you guys are in for a REAL treat tonight homeskillets! When writing this blog post in my head before tonight, I had other things planned, but THEN I stumbled upon a post from my favorite insta account/blogger/person (can’t link to live humans unfortunately)/living thing/piece of God’s creation/etc. and things REALLY took a turn for the totally fabulous. It wasn’t even the actual post that got me, but one of the comments suggesting Grace try the app Animal Face. (BTW, it appears that today’s instapost was taken down, not sure why, maybe controversy as I hear that’s an issue with popular bloggers? Mine is mostly about cats and while cats are an extremely controversial subject, the neggy nancy commenters haven’t seem to have found me yet.) So I suddenly felt compelled to download this app, because 1. animals 2. face. Seemed like obvious fun to me. And it was.

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I’ll just interject here before posting more of my beautiful creations to let ya hear a lil story about my weekend. My friend Catherine asked my friend Ryan (pictured above with the white tiger) and me to run a 5K for her company on Saturday. I said yes, because charitable running events are my thang (probably cause of my big ol’ giant heart). Well, long story short we got lost on the way and were 15 minutes late. No worries though, because Ryan jumped out of the car (that’s a lil dramatic I guess) and ran it in something stupid like 18 minutes and won his age group. Catherine and I sort of lolligagged to registration and had every intention of still running, but we got stopped by a SCREAMING cop, and that is not dramatic, that is real. So then we had to wait like a gazillion hours (a lil dramatic again, I’ll admit) after the race so Ryan could get his STUPID medal for moving his legs so quickly. Little bit of a showoff if you ask me.

Anyway, continuing with the gold.

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That’s Abbey. Or a foxy thing.

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Kristyn just trying on clothes casually.

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I’m the cat, duh.

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LOL, remember this one guys?

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Can’t stop. Won’t stop.

I’ll stop. But isn’t it grand?

After the 5k we ate a train wreck, which is this:

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YUMMMAY.

Also, in case you don’t follow my Instragram (you should…lots o’ cats), here’s a lil cute thang:

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A little awkward when Molly hated Casey’s attempt at love, but what ya gonna do.

Also, new house has hardwoods!

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Can’t wait to walk on those floors.

One more thing, cats found their tails only after we purchased the cat tower:

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Hilarious. But not as hilarious as Grace’s kids. Go read that blog for lots of laughs and a slight case of toddler fever.

Lace and hell

BIG NEWS: one of my favorite commenters on my blog started her own blog! Check out Live Laugh Lace, because she’s hilarious and also has a really cute dog. Those are my two favorite qualities in people!

In other news, Molly had a visitor, because everyone wants to see my miracle cat! Just kidding, Hannah is the only one.

Also, Casey sent me this screen shot of his conversation with his BFF. iPhone hates hell. It refuses to believe that’s what you really want to type. So, I guess it’s safe to assume Steve Jobs is in heaven.

Also, I was sending Casey an email while he took this screen shot. INTERESTING, I KNOW.

99 Problems and dancing the night away

Brace yourselves. I didn’t have it in me to blog last week. I’ve been going through a self-proclaimed quarter-life crisis (you know, assuming I live to be 100). But, here’s what’s been happening.

Casey’s uncle came to town for some fajitas. Also to see Casey’s family.

Our friend, Andrew, got ordained! He’s the one in the red tie. The other guy in the picture is Casey, who is still an accountant.

I went to Megan’s (Greetings from Texas) book signing last Thursday. I’ve almost finished the book, but I’m pacing myself, because I don’t want it to end.

I did spend some time this weekend doing this, though. Hopefully she won’t mind I included this sneak peek of her book. Seeing as I work in the intellectual property field, I’m only slightly nervous. Below page was written by Megan Silianoff. Below cats belong to Megan Strange.

I also picked up a book for my mother-in-law for her birthday and asked Megan to write “Happy Birthday” and something about Galesburg, Illinois, because unlike most people in the world Megan and Kelly have both spent time in Galesburg.

When she got to my book I said, “Please write something sentimental.”

Tears of joy.

Casey and I were most social this weekend. We went to a stoplight party on Friday. The rules were to wear green if you’re single, yellow if it’s complicated, and red if you’re taken. Casey wore three layers, one of each color, with green being the outer-most layer. I guess the idea was that if a girl tried to take off his shirt, she’d eventually come to find out that he’s taken. However, it ended up getting pretty toasty in there with all the partiers, so he had to shed two shirts, and we both ended up red.

Saturday, we went dancing with some friends and had a grand ol’ time. We also discovered a sushi restaurant Casey can handle, which is a huge victory for our relationship.

Then things got sweaty from all the dancing, so excuse my hair. Happens every time. Sometimes I look bald, because my hairline starts kind of far back, but luckily someone added bunny ears as an accessory to distract viewers from noticing. But then I pointed it out, so now everyone knows what I’d look like bald.

Then I rode the mechanical bull for 36 seconds.

Then I ran into my college friends David (also known as Ted Mosby) and Chelsea, which was GREAT! David and I closed down the bar by doing push-ups, which was very unsanitary but also very impressive to everyone at the bar.