Champagne Friday

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Hallo lovelies!

Germanglish, anyone? :-)

Happy Friday!  Please grab a glass of champagne (anyone else read it in their heads like "sham-pog-nay"??) and chill with me.  It's one of those hang out days, unwinding from the week and getting ready for an uh-mazing weekend.

Jon, some of his buddies and I are heading down to Munich tomorrow for a day at the water park.  I'm going to be completely surrounded by testosterone and beer.  Not sure yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but it should make the day a bit more exciting, that's for sure.  If you're a praying type of person, throw some in for me, will ya?  Thanks.


Time for some Friday's Letters!

Dear mens, please be nice to me tomorrow.  I don't want to drink tons of beer and go down water slides.  Or maybe I do.  But please don't make fun of me when I'm trying to awkwardly push myself up out of the pool because we all know there's just no cute way to go about that.  Dear Chinese food, first of all, you're at your best in a buffet.  Second of all, thanks for having my back in the worst of times.  You know what I'm talking about.  Dear husband, sometimes I want to hit you in the back of your head, but other times you make me literally go weak in the knees.  Mostly the former, but both make this whole shindig called marriage as maddeningly wonderful as it is <3  Dear school, can't believe that I'm going back to you.  You're worse than an awful boyfriend and/or hard drugs.


You might here from me this weekend, or you might not.  Either way, don't wait up. ;-)

Go be #happy (Facebook's taken up hashtags, why not blogs next?  Am I right?  Probably not.)

 

Friday's Letters

Dear strawberry pie, two hungry dudes and one hungry chica have destroyed you.  I have been waiting to eat you for two days and it was soooo worth it.  Thanks for being delicious.  Dear pup, those little scabbies on your face have your momma worried!  Hopefully a Dr's appointment will offer some help because you have to be okay.  Dear husby (yesss, we're that couple with the weird nicknames, getovahit), I LOVE YOU and I can't wait for our fantastical date tomorrow night.  Food & alcamahol & your awesome ginger face will be perfect <3  

Jon is out with some friends tonight (I guess I can let him off the ball and chain for one night) so it's just me, the dog, a good book and a cup of tea.  Can I get a hallellujah?  Because those things are exactly what I need right now, even though it makes me sound like I'm old enough to qualify for AARP.

This is a judgement free zone, people!

Have an amazing Friday night, my peeps.

xo

Champagne Friday

Happy Champagne Friday, y'all!

What are we celebrating?!
Friday, duh!  Best day of the week.
Though, contrary to public opinion, Monday does have its good moments.

Now how about some Friday's Letters, shall we?

Dear homemade Asian salad dressing, you make this world a better place.  Thank you for being you, and I'm going to the store tomorrow to get goods to make more of you (recipe here).  Dear husband, I can't WAIT until you don't have all of this extra work anymore.  Then maybe we can, ya know, cuddle or something.  Whatevs.  Dear pups, you're my bff, and don't you forget it.  Dear Tudors, you.are.addictive!  Dramatic, scandalous, romantic.  Jon would never watch this show, ever, but it's the only thing I find myself turning on.  Maybe all this extra Army work is a good thing? Why don't ya keep him a little longer! ;-)

Sometimes I use wine glasses.

You ever have those moments when you love your salad dressing so much that your salad accidentally turns in to a soup?  Like "Love this dressing!  Better pour a bunch on ...yeah, no, damn, not that much."

True story.

The husband's on his way home (finally! it's almost 11pm) from work so I'm off to go spend time with him.

Will update with more pictures of my adorable pup tomorrow :-)

Some quick stats:

My mom and Jon's parents will probably come visit us this year :-)

Healthy eating, step one, is in affect.  I kind of love it, and it's good to do it just for me.

My diploma is on its way here, yay!

Friday's Letters

Photo credit to U.S. Army Sgt. Jose A. Torres, Jr.

Dear Blog, happy Memorial Day weekend!  Dear military members and their families, thank you.  Seriously. I've been able to experience some of the serious heartaches and soaring joys that exist in a life tied to the military and, while I won't ever be able to fully understand all of the sacrifices and celebrations that have been made (I truly believe those two things can often follow each other), I have complete respect for each and every one of them.  For each and every one of you.  So once again, thank you.  Our fallen heroes will always be  respected and remembered.  Dear winter weather in May, snow, really?  I refuse to believe such a blatant lie.  Dear Associates Degree, you will be conquered.  Two days left and then I say goodbye to these classes, and I can't wait.  Dear Pup, I'm so sorry for your dry skin, babes.  We'll get this figured out.  Allergies, food, water, oils, baths, no baths, humidifiers...none of it has solved the problem.  Any suggestions?  'Cause we'll take them all!

Peace and love to all those who feel the sadness of loss during this long weekend.

Current stats:

The Hubs broke his foot.  And there's totally no cool story to go along with it.  His brace-like boot is the ultimate tanker boot.

Last classes for my A.S. are done on Sunday!

We're looking in to buying a second car.  The BMW is dying quickly.

It's almost June and we haven't had a day of sun all week.

I need a tan. (please reference above)

Champagne Friday's Letters

YUM.

Dear Husband, you are so handsome when you're just waking up in the morning.  You look at me with your mussed up hair and that sleep-drugged look in your eyes, I melt.  It's your butt, too.  I can't get over your fantastically cute butt.  Dear Pup, thanks for loving me so much that, when I get home from work, your tail smacks yourself in the face with excitement. <3  Dear Champagne Friday, it's verrrrry nice to meet you.  From now on, every Friday shall be celebrated with champagne not in champagne glasses (since we're classy enough not to have any).  Dear coffee, you're turning me in to the crazy coffee lady.  Instead of twenty cats, I'm going to have thirty-two mugs and a $3000 espresso machine.  Heh.

Friday's Letters

Favorite place in the world, the astrological clock in Prague

Dear weather, thanks for always being there.  Your gloomy moods make me a happy, content girl, and you make this really weird place feel a bit more like home.  Dear husband, you're eating all the muffins, as evidenced by you just leaning over to say, "Give me all the muffins...now."  Dear Poland, please be awesome tomorrow!  Traveling is good and all, but sometimes it can give me this funny feeling in my stomach, leaving me wanting to be home more than ever.  Dear pup, you're freakin' adorable.  End. Of. Story.  Dear long, long bus ride, I shall conquer you with muffins, homework and a pillow.

Friday's Letters

Eeek, he's adorable!  Swoon.

Dear husband, sometimes I may act irrationally, like getting mad at you at 1 AM because I'm PMSing and tired, but you do still do sweet things like bring coffee and chocolate to me at work after a 24 hour shift.  I truly do love yoooou!  Dear pup, you are the epitome of happiness!  You soak up bad moods like a little sponge and bring sunshine in to every day.  Even when all you want to do is lick the bed until the whole bottom sheet is soaked with slobber.  Dear rainy weather, you remind me of home, thanks.  Dear school, I can just avoid you for the next couple years, right?  Sometimes adult decisions, like which bachelor's degree to choose, are scary.  Dear Prague, I can't wait to see you again. <3


Tonight I'm going to continue to avoid homework (shhhh, don't tell!) by having dinner and hookah time with friends.  It shall be amazeballs.  You should do it too.