Friday, July 29, 2011

have a listen.

It's Friday and no, I'm not having "one of those days," but regardless this is a great song to listen to on a daily basis as a friendly reminder to be grateful:

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

'member that one time?

When I was an awesome sister?

This is Ricky and Mark's cue to say "umm when haven't you been?" Stop, guys, you're making me blush (though you're right).

A couple weekends ago, I witnessed Dave Matthews Band history. He opened with #41. I cried. Mainly because Ricky distinctly requested if Dave play #41, I record it.

And record it I sure did. Feel free to ignore Amanda and I's ignorant banter in the first part of the video - mesmerized that what was happening was actually happening:

oh mio goodness.

Now that I'm all mature and living the grown up life of getting up, looking presentable (read: shower), going to work, figuring out how to feed myself, clothe myself and all those nasty, boring details, I don't drink nearly as much pop as I used to.

I'll admit it's mainly for the simple, lazy reason I just don't want to carry a twelve pack of soda cans the additional seven minutes from the grocery store to my apartment. The only pop I consistently have is ginger ale. Why? I'll repeat: it's ginger ale.

My life has taken a turn for the better for I've been introduced to the glory of MiO, Kraft's dive into the liquid world. It's a drink enhancer without all those bad preservatives (okay, it does have food coloring...but I swear, that's it!) Best of all, it's delicious.

I should preface this by saying I've only tried the Berry Pomegranate flavor, but I can't get enough. It's slightly pricey at $3.99 for such a little bottle, you think. True, yes, it is little, but this is one instant where little goes a long way.

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I've tried the Kool-Aids, the Crystal Lights, the Propel Waters...MiO's got me. I've heard grumblings the Strawberry Watermelon isn't up to par, but the Mango Peach is delish.

Even the website proclaims, "Drinking MiO is awesome." Enhance your water now - you'll want to thank yourself.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

self-proclaimed heat wimp.

It's no secret: I hate the heat. I'm not a summer person though I'll never turn down the opportunity to sit out on a patio and drink a cocktail or three.

Today was a high of 97 and a heat index of 111. aka are you kidding me? miserable.

Here are some fun things to do in order to beat the heat:
• Stay inside in air conditioning
• Don't go outside
• Turn the AC up
• Eat ice cream and talk about how hot it looks outside
• Wait until it cools down to 88 then visit the outdoors
• Download new songs on iTunes to have a dance party inside
• Don't run outside
• Take an ice bath

Okay that last suggestion might be a bit much, but I've always been partial to the cold weather.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

the wound is still fresh.

Friday night marked the end of the era.

And did I stay in to witness the end of the era? Don't ask silly questions - of course I did.

Dillon, Texas: home of the East Dillon Lions and part of my heart. Friday Night Lights was easily one of the most underrated shows on the television. How there have been over a dozen seasons of The Bachelor (well, yes, of course I watch that too, but not with quite as much intensity), and only five...count them on one hand...five seasons of FNL? We'll never know.

What we do know is it's a crying shame.

Speaking of crying, it's what I did the entire series finale. In part because it really was the very last final episode and in other part because it really was just that good. Spoiler alert here.

If you didn't watch the series, you totally missed out.

It gave you hope that not all marriages are perfect, high school does suck for many, and football brings everyone together. From Tami Taylor - the world's best TV wife ever - to Tim Riggins - the best looking long-haired bad boy I've ever seen - each character makes the other better.

Catch it on demand. Netflix. Anywhere. Just catch it somewhere. It'll change your life. So RIP, Friday Night Lights, my DVR won't be the same without you.

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Monday, July 18, 2011

antipasto and graeters galore!

Jay Blinn really said it all when he stated, "I'm never missing a Blinn wedding...ever."

And it's true: he's not wrong. When Em and Sean got engaged in January then promptly decided on a wedding over the 4th of July, I knew I was guaranteed two things: 1) both brothers in the land of Illinois for Independence Day and b) an absolutely fantastic time.

And like Jay, I was not wrong (but really, when I am ever? Relax, I'm joking).

We ate (antipasto and learned what the definition was). We witnessed super-sized hail and our Uncle Tom swiftly taught us how to end the night with four simple steps:
- Your final beer
- Your final final beer
- Your absolute final final beer
- Throw me in the ditch. I'm done!

Friday: the bridesmaid's luncheon
where Peg shared two "words" of wisdom
Friday night: where emotions ran strong and bright.

Just being typical with my male bro-skis.
I somehow ended the weekend with two full-sized pizzas in my fridge. We saw Peggy not only enter a bar, but stay in a bar for more than an hour, singing along to Bruno Mars. Meanwhile, Joe stayed up late only to end the night, ensuring he flossed before bed.

We spent the weekend wondering who was getting in when, how they were getting to where we were and if we had enough time. UPS would have been proud because we were all about logistics. Yet we all ended up where we were supposed to be and precisely the time we were supposed to be there - this includes Rick and Joan keeping us on our toes by arriving at the hotel 7 minutes before the trolleys were taking off for the church. Bless that Joanie - she was not missing the ceremony.

Oh yeah and we saw Em and Sean give their solemn vows to one another. When a weekend is filled with family like this, you laugh until you cry then you laugh some more then eat more Graeters ice cream. You have to bring your A game or you won't realize what you forgot until it's too late.

I'd sum up the entire four day weekend in one word: