Happy first day of November! I know everyone says this every year, but can you believe the holidays are upon us? I woke up to a slew of “Get ready for Black Friday!!” retailer emails, and I’m beginning to daydream about Thanksgiving food.
A lot has happened since we last connected, huh? I’m not going to bore you with the hiatus acknowledgment talk because been there done that, but let’s still chat about life. Things over on my end haven’t been mind-blowingly exciting—which I’m not complaining about because wow it was a hectic August and September—but I figured, why not check in with the latest. So without further ado…
Better late than never, right Fall?
Seriously, WTF has been with this warm weather in Northern California? It was regularly in the high 80s/low 90s all through October. The girls at work and I eventually began wearing boots and scarves in hopes of a “fake it till’ you make it” outcome. Considering this next week will be in the low 60s and it’s expected to rain, I’m assuming our method worked.
I just LOVE the cold weather, but you probably know that if you’ve been around the blog for a minute (thank you, btw). It also means my favorite “blog” photo (look to your right >>) isn’t out of place, because once again I’ve made it through a summer without a decent profile photo. Hey, one less thing to worry about now, right?
Now that the coldish weather is here (Winter is coming…), our household is gonna ball out with chicken pot pie, chili, casseroles, and hearty soups. But with a healthy spin, because I’d like to keep that weight off.
Apparently, there is such thing as too enthusiastic while cleaning. Last Sunday I had the house to myself (which is rare, living with three guys and all), and I figured I would have an awesomely productive day. I even mapped out an Instagram Story sequence for Sweet Success Society highlighting how to have a productive Sunday. Definitely took my own advice of “Only clean for a max of 1-2 hours” and destroyed all credibility. I was quickly cleaning the dishes and when I got to last night’s wine glass, I was a little too aggressive with the sponge.
Long story short, I was still trying to convince myself I didn’t need stitches after two hours of applying pressure and holding my hand in the air while the blood kept coming. The very last thing I wanted to do was go to the hospital alone. It was a day of lots of tears, talking to my parents, gauze, snuggling with my puppy, learning about this weird health insurance I have (of course, the good insurance kicks in within a few weeks), and watching Friends to distract myself.
As soon as Jake and his brother arrived home that night, they took one look at my hand and immediately agreed I needed the ER—now. Several hours later, we walked out of the hospital with four stitches on my right index finger’s knuckles. Since then, I’ve become an expert at showering entirely left-handed, applying big bandaides across my knuckles, typing without using my right index finger, and signing deliveries with my left hand.
Oh, and I haven’t washed a single dish since the incident. So… silver lining?
We went a little crazy with the doggie birthday.
Like, a week later we’re still giving Ollie a “Happy Birthday” frosted gigantic biscuit.
For Ollie’s 6th birthday, our little family planned to celebrate with three of his favorite things: running, a new toy, and an extra delicious treat. His determined parents were set on getting him a doggie cake, but the few shops in town that offered them only did made-to-orders, turns out. After calling around, we learned the pet boutique store in Old Town had puppy cake mix. Yes, that is a thing.
So off Jake went to face the 5 o’clock traffic and get Ollie’s birthday cake mix while I returned home from work to take Ollie outside for a long-awaited run.(I can’t remember if I’ve told you—our new backyard is 8,000 square feet and all his.) You guys, Jake came home with a gift wrapped bag.
The three members of our little family sat down on the living room floor and we proceeded to open the baby’s presents. Not only did Jake get the puppy cake mix, he also got the above mentioned “Happy Birthday” frosted gigantic biscuit. And a fist-sized cake treat that I can only describe as a big doggie version of an oreo frosted dessert. Oh, and it came with two birthday candles.
But that’s not all! He also got him “Dogwine” so he wouldn’t feel left out on the nights we drink wine, and organic treats on top of the two bags of treats I got him, and a Flying Dutchman from In N’ Out. Don’t worry, we’re all about moderation in this household, but oh dear god what a spoiled pup.
Gettin’ my NaNoWriMo on!
I was positively fascinated by the whole NaNoWriMo concept when it popped up everywhere about three years ago. And every November since, I’ve cursed myself for not participating because I always remembered halfway through the month. It totally would have happened again this year, but I was saved the disappointed by A Girl Who Loved to Write when she mentioned it in her recent post. YES! I realized, It’s November 1st! So it’s official, I’ve created an account and poked around the dashboard a little. Won’t lie, I’m super stoked to collect the badges.
Okay, but there is one catch. I don’t think I’m going to stick with the whole novel part of it. There’s been an inkling of a storyline in the back of my mind for a few years, which I simply can’t decide if I like enough to pursue. On the other hand, I feel whole bunches of creative juice toward blogging right now. Would it be oh so wrong to adjust my NaNoWriMo participation and goals for blog post word counts? Probably—just leave it to me to be the rebel who doesn’t like to follow the rules. Although as I type this, I realize just how crazy 40,000 words is. That’s about 40 blog posts. In a frikin’ month?!
Whew, got this. I’ll keep you updated because apparently there’s about to be an overload of blog posts.
What have you been up to recently??