Sep 29, 2011

Throwback Thursday: Homecoming Mums

If you aren't from Texas, you may never have had the joyful (?) experience of giving and receiving Homecoming mums. All around Texas, high school football season has one big game, Homecoming, which I'm sure had a lot of meaning when it first started, but now is an excuse for guys and gals to give these away to their significant other:

Yes, teenagers actually wear these. With pride. Traditionally, a guy give his Homecoming date a mum like the one in the picture, and the girl gives him a garter, basically a smaller mum that he can wear on his arm.

Mums are a big business. Silk flowers, trinkets (little plastic tchotchkes hot-glued to the ribbon that say things like "Senior!" or "Go team!"), ribbons, teddy bears, etc. can really add up, especially if you pay people to make the mums for you. Don't believe this is a big business? Read this article from the Houston Chronicle.

My school was a little different, in that you didn't just give/get a mum with your date, everyone exchanged mums. Your big and little sisters on drill team. Your spirit group (don't even ask) picked names out of a hat to make a mum, your best friend, your parents. Junior year I had eight mums--needless to say I jingle jangled all down the hallway of the school.

By senior year, I was a pro. No longer paying craft stores for mums, I turned our dining room into a "Homecoming Sweatshop". The table was littered with hundreds of yards of ribbon, plastic trinkets, silk flowers, cardboard backings, teddy bears, buckets waiting to be painted and filled with candy. For a month leading up to homecoming, I would carve out time from drill team practice, yearbook editing, and, you know, school, and craft away. I have a picture somewhere of the fruits of my labor (and a scar or two on my hand from hot glue burns), but, needless to say, I beat the mum system and managed to make it all for much less than the pros.

Seriously? This is ridiculous. Mine were much more tasteful . . .

Sep 27, 2011

The Wisdom of Grey's Anatomy

My old roommate gave me a birthday card with this quote a few years ago. It seemed so true at that time. Yet recently here are things that make me realize how grown-up (and lame, at times) I've gotten:

--While on vacation, I bought a ceramic spoon rest. Yes, that little dish you put spoons on while stirring pots or whatever. It has a crab on it. I thought it was cute.
--Also on said vacation, I went to bed at 1 a.m. once. The rest of the time I was in bed by midnight, and asleep within minutes
--I paid $3.15 for gas and was giddy about it.
--I used a coupon at the grocery store (free pita chips, no laughing matter)
--I now use under-eye cream and put lotion on my neck both morning and night b/c I've seen some old looking necks lately *shudder*
--I was about to order one of my favorite beers at a restaurant, and saw that it was twice the price I normally pay. I'll just have water, thanks.

Essentially I'm becoming more thrify? #adult

Sep 26, 2011

The magic of spaghetti squash

How does this:

turn into this?

A little roasting in the oven with water, a little scraping with a fork. And you have tasty spaghetti strands that lasts for days. Magic and yummy. Everyone wins.

For a how-to on spaghetti squash, check this video out:

Pair it with a little butter, parmesan cheese, marinara sauce, or just eat it plain. My favorite recipe? A bowl of spaghetti squash, half a wedge of Laughing Cow light swiss, tablespoon of plain Greek yogurt, and two teaspoons of parmesan cheese. Microwave for 30 secs, stir, and nuke for another 30 secs. Delish.

Sep 25, 2011

Eight Fears

8. Having my wallet stolen
7. Having a tire blowout on a highway
6. Getting to be 40 and wondering what the hell I've done with my life.
5. Not taking enough advantage of time with my family
4. Clowns
3. Appendicitis
2. Not living my dreams (the dreams themselves are still TBD)
1. Spending holidays alone. When you're an only child, these things are a possibility.

Sep 6, 2011

Nine Loves

9. Cheese: chips and queso, mac and cheese, in block form . . .
8. Sam Adams Summer Ale
7. My white eyelet skirt that I sadly have to put away for the year
6. Dogs, especially ones that love to cuddle
5. Adirondack chairs
4. The beach
3. Autumn (the weather, the leaves,candy corn, Thanksgiving)
2. Personalized stationery
1. DVR

Sep 4, 2011

10 Days

Every blogger has writers block. So I like it when I stumble across blogging challenges or lists (aka, ideas I can rip off another blog). This one comes to you from MCW at Saving the Best for Last.

10 Secrets (or Confessions)

1. I read Baby-Sitters Club books until I was 16
2. I really have to try hard to not correct other people's grammar and spelling in e-mails (and I feel like writing amendment e-mails to my own when I spot a word I misspelled)
3. For awhile, I thought I might have a long-lost twin sister.
4. I hold grudges for a really long time. It's not healthy, and something I'm trying to change.
5. Freshman year of high school was miserable for me. Like, make an MTV show about it miserable. I'm so happy the rest of high school or college wasn't like that.
6. My favorite place to nap is my dad's side of the bed in my parents' house. His pillow is the best!
7. I reject friend requests on Facebook when I don't care about what happened to them after we stopped being friends. It happens about once a month.
8. I change my sheets once a week, and it has to be before 3 p.m. so the sheets have enough time to "settle" on the bed.
9. I have the stomach of an old lady in the morning. The blander the food, the better.
10. I eat two Caltrate calcium chews a day. Calcium loss is serious business, people.

Sep 3, 2011

What's on My DVR: Royal Pains

Ugh, I feel like such a bad TV-show recommender. Here I am, telling you about a show that I love when the season is over. But if this gives you cause to catch up on the past three seasons and prepare for next season, then huzzah!

I started watching Royal Pains two years ago because it was always on at the gym on Saturday mornings. It's about Hank Lawson, a doctor with morals who moves to the Hamptons with his brother after he is fired for political reasons from his NYC hospital.

He and his brother, Evan R. Lawson, start HankMed, a concierge doctor service for the rich and wannabes in the Hamptons. Not only are there gorgeous views of Hampton houses and beaches, but the characters are genuinely real and interesting. Whether it's solving they mysterious illness of their wealthy benefactor or saving someone's life with a flip flop and bottle of Snapple, this show keeps you entertained. I even DVR it in HD, that's how much I like it.

So, now that season 3 is over, go rent the first three seasons and get ready for next summer!

Sep 1, 2011

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Dear New Balance 780s,

I have a confession. I was afraid of you when we first met. I talked a pretty big game before that day. I was going to be a Serious Runner. Pay money to run a certain distance with thousands of people with a piece of paper pinned to my shirt. Rip open little packets of fruit-flavored slime and suck it down because you're supposed to. Make playlists of my best jams to keep me motivated into the double digit miles.

Getting you meant that I actually had to DO all of those things. It's easy to say "yeah, I'm going to start running, but I need to get the right shoes." and just put that day off. But when I walked into the running store and Cory had me stand on one foot and walk back and forth several times, I knew things were getting serious. The fact that I bought not only you, but a pair of $10 running socks, meant that I was actually going to start this whole running thing.

We had some good times. Beautiful autumn runs. View of the San Diego Harbor. Finding time for the two of us on a business trip. And who can forget your shining moment--that cold morning in December when you carried me through 13 miles. You totally earned the month off I gave you after that.

21 months later, it's time for us to say goodbye. As they said at the running store today "it's time for someone else to get something out of them." I hope they know what a great running partner you are and that you get more fall days and pretty views.

Your replacements are a lot like you, same brand, just a newer model. Hopefully in a year I'll be writing them a letter just like this, but you'll always be my first :-)

~Your favorite owner

Disclaimer: no, I'm not obsessed with my running shoes or inanimate objects. But if you knew my feelings about running two years ago, you would not think I would have worn out a pair of running shoes. And when I brought them in to the running store today to replace them, the saleslady was very reverant about them. To the point that she tied the laces so I could take a picture so they looked "fancy and happy". And no, they didn't have a name.