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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Anniversary Getaway

We went to Nashville on Saturday for our anniversary. We actually celebrated a week early, so we still officially have one week left of newlyweddedness. Aunt Shirley gave us a gift certificate to The Opryland Hotel, so we used it on Saturday night.

Our festivities began with a stop at Las Paletas, the gourmet popsicle shop in town.
Trinity posed so that I could get his new watch (an early anniversary/35th birthday present) in the picture.
I wanted a photo under the sign.
As I got myself together he shot this action move. It is so unflattering yet I think it makes me look like I was doing a popsicle shuffle/jig number. It appears that way because that's exactly what I was doing.
Our evening started with a drink at The Patterson House. It looks shady from the outside, but it has the best drinks in town. They don't allow photos inside but it looks like an old speakeasy. I had some delicious vodka cobbler drink with muddled raspberries. It was divine.
T by the fancy painting in our room pre dinner.
I realized my dress pattern was very similar to hotel room art.
Dinner at Solario in the hotel. Trinity actually ate some guacamole, which was huge. He avoids all foods that are green.
We concluded the evening with champagne cocktails.

Sunday morning was a visit to The Hermitage, home of Andrew Jackson.
We love a good audio tour! We go at our own pace and aren't forced to smile awkwardly at someone repeatedly.

We stumbled upon this restaurant in Old Germantown in Nashville.
It was a traditional meat 'n three. That was a new phrase for me until I met Sweet T from Tennessee. That's southern speak for a meat entree and three side items. Basically it is like eating Thanksgiving dinner regularly.
Large overwhelming amounts of fattening food does not interest me.

It was also family style, which meant that the hostess sat us with a bunch of random people we didn't know. This place wasn't exactly my scene.
T's take was the complete opposite!


This was my scene!
A lemonade cupcake wrapped up our celebration.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Flippin' Out

The landscaper and his crew arrived yesterday and cleaned up my bidness!
I am thrilled that I am no longer the weeded eyesore of the neighborhood.


They removed some sad little bushes and trimmed the others. They totally took those bushes down to the nubs. It was like my bushes got a brazilian bikini wax.
Serious grooming.
I laughed at my own snide remark as I took this picture.
I had the giggles today.
I had to stifle my overwhelming urge to laugh during pilates as I kept repeating the words
"breakdance fighting"
over and over in my head.
I'm weird.

I've been watching a lot of HGTV and Bravo lately.
This evening I discovered a show called Flippin' Out.
It stars a designer named Jeff and he is sassy with a capital S. I had seen previews and decided to try it out because I have little else to do and the clips featured a Himalayan cat.
I love those stupid creatures.

We watched an episode tonight and I loved it.
The cat is just in the background, but reminds me so much of Kashmir. I paused my DVR and took some action shots.
Sleeping between Jeff and his colleague, who I think is only employed by him because he looks like that kid from Transformers.
Resting in the sink
Drinking from the faucet.
His name is Monkey and his antics are only slightly upstaged by Zoilla, the housekeeper.

Monkey got me thinking about my original favorite TV Himalayan. In the early 90s I loved a show called Caroline in the City starring Lea Thompson. She was a cartoonist and lived with her cat, Salty. I don't think there ever has been nor will there ever be a greater name for a cat.

Tonight I got my kitty fix with Monkey and Salty.






Sunday, July 10, 2011

In Town Weekend

We were actually home in Indy this weekend, which has been rare this summer. We had a little staycation in our lovely city. We went to The Ball and Biscuit on Friday evening, and I wanted to incorporate Special K into my outfit photo shoot.
I coaxed her with kitty treats.
I have duly noted the abundance of cable cords. I need to cover that mess in some way.
Precious kitty face and closed Betsy eyes.
Betsy in focus, kitty looking astray. We just can't seem to get our acts together.
T had his usual Sazerac, plus an Old Fashioned. I had two Rooftop cocktails. We chased that business with lots of cheese and crackers. They have fancy cheeses. No Ritz and Squeezy Cheese at this establishment.

On Saturday evening we met some friends at Mallow Run Winery to hear the Carmel Symphony play. We didn't hear much of the music, mostly just our own jabbering.
Jake, Brad, Kelly and Annie
It was so hot I thought I might pass out.
The wineritas I drank helped me stay alert.
That's really what they were called.
Greg and Linds came too! They got a babysitter for their son Alex.
Guess who brought the ankle biters along?
Jake!
Oh, I kid. His kids are very well behaved, cute and musically talented.
They're twins.
So angelic.
See the rays of sunlight illuminating that towheaded clan?

We supported our Indianapolis Indians on Sunday afternoon.
Hot and 90 degrees in the Circle City.

Meg indulged in some soft serve to beat the heat.
Trinity got an Indians hat on special for $12.
What a deal.
The other deal was the pink bat ballpoint pen that I desperately wanted for $3.
Trinity refused to purchase it for me.
I finally returned to use my own money.
I'm such a feminist, you know.
I used a great pun when I returned to the girl who had heard me whine to my husband about it.
"I just drove my husband batty, but then decided I could swing buying this for myself."
Brilliant.
She actually laughed.
I love puns.

The pen not only writes...

its also perfect for a sassy puss of a player.
She was not amused.
I was.
"Kashmir, there's no crying in baseball!"

Friday, July 8, 2011

An Ode to Nordstrom

My heart is weary. I heard just last month that my beloved Nordstrom in downtown Indy is closing. We have another Nordstrom on the north side of town, but it is much smaller and doesn't compare to the original, in my opinion. The downtown beauty closes on July 31st. In preparation of it's closing, we've been spending a lot of time together.

We have a long history together. I believe it opened in 1996, just in time for me to buy my prom dress to attend my boyfriend's junior prom.
We don't speak, so I felt it would be inappropriate to post his face here. I grabbed the nearest piece of paper off my desk to cover half of the picture. That just happened to be a picture of Jesus, Mary and Joseph. I'm a martyr, you see.
That dress was fabulous.
My senior year I bought another dress at that fabulous store. That's my date, Mike. I don't think he would care if he was featured on this highly trafficked blog.
Again, that dress was fabulous.
I would like to point out that I attended prom in 1996 and 1997. Girls were wearing sequined two piece dresses with bare midriffs displaying their belly button rings, halter taffeta or full ball skirts made of tulle.It was not a good time.
That iconic store combined with my keen fashion sense helped me avoid such nonsense.

We also drove straight to Nordstrom to find mother's fabulous St. John knit suits for our weddings. I mean my sister's wedding and mine. I've only had one wedding, geesh.
This might be my all time favorite photo of my mother. This was taken at our dear friend Melissa's wedding in Durham, North Carolina. That was one glamorous event, and Jane looked the part in her gilded frock.
She wore this gorgeous tangerine number for my wedding last summer.
Nordstrom also served as a bit of therapy for me as well. When I would have a particularly bad day at school, I would get one of their lattes and shuffle around the store aimlessly, looking at pretty things. I immediately felt better. I do have friends, I swear.
My bestest just happens to be Nordstrom.

I can always go north, but it won't be the same!
Guess who feels sorry for me and is taking me to the mother ship aka original Nordstrom in Seattle?
Sweet T!!!!

Yippeee!!!!!
Okay, he really has to go to Seattle for work, but we'll pretend this is the reason!

Aunt Shirley

When we visited my family last weekend, we also enjoyed an afternoon with T's Aunt Shirley. We went to the town square and visited the memorial. Shirley had a brick for Trinity's Granddaddy. He served during WWII.

The little square was so beautiful and quaint. Southern finery! Trinity has wonderful memories of sitting out here and selling pecans on Saturday mornings with his Granddaddy.
T and Shirl in deep conversation!

Shirl is the registrar at Bethel College, now Bethel University! Parking spots are a hot commodity. After 40 years of service to the school, she was granted a primo parking spot. The students were told that if anyone parked in Miss Shirley's spot, towing would immediately ensue.
I had to get a picture.
The sign is ginormous!
All three of us were giggling hysterically over this picture.
We are so proud of you, Shirl!
You're famous!

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Family Fun

We spent our weekend visiting sister Katie and her family at their Tennessee abode.
Robby bought a Kenny Chesney hat at the local Walmart that was super for blocking out harmful UV rays.
Craig made us Pimm drinks which he claims are like European and super hip or something.
Fancy.
I was unfamiliar with this beverage and he scoffed at me, asking me "don't you read InStyle?"
That's why I love Craig.

Meghan, 1/2 of the infamous Robeghan
Craig, the Pimm Pimp and his son
More Lee
Lee and his sister Callie
This was the scene in the evening.
That is my husband and my brother in law sharing a bed.
Mom and Dad brought Katie a cake to celebrate her status as a newly certified owner/operator of McDonalds.
More value meals, please.




T perfected his front flip, exactly one month before his 35th birthday.
He brought back the flip.

I was proud.
Joey with his son Luke.
Rob, other 1/2 of Robeghan.

The Fonz

I just discovered this old photo on my mother's computer.
2 years ago I traveled to Little Rock for work and met Henry Winkler aka Arthur Fonzerelli when leaving the Indianapolis airport.
Naturally I approached him for a picture and an introduction.
Once again I looked huge.
I'm not. Maybe I am.
He's just really small.
He is also enormously friendly.