Thursday, December 31, 2009

I have a thing with SPACE

As in outer space.
I've never quite realized it until now. Really-it hit me today that in Elementary School I did two different book reports on Christa McAuliffe and John Glenn (Both Astronauts).
I've always been very fascinated with it. Call me nerdy, but I remember in Junior High a space program was introduced to the school and told us that if we mailed a letter to the program, they would send us loads of information : constellation maps, glow-in-the-dark star stickers-everything spacey you can imagine. You can best bet I went home and immediately mailed one of those suckers out.
Growing up we would lay out on our trampoline and count the satellites until we fell asleep. In college, my roomates and I woke up in the middle of the night to drive to a look out and watch a meteor shower. While on a study abroad in Chile, I was surprised to find out that Chile of all places is THE PLACE to star gaze. We took a 5 hour bus ride to visit one of the worlds largest telescopes. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the rings around Saturn.

This fascintaion is hereditary. My Mother loves space. This Thanksgiving she mentioned to me that the space shuttle and the space station would be seen from our house--I didn't understand why no one else cared?!
So today, I recieved an e-mail from her. About this.
And signed it:
I knew you would appreciate it. Love, Mom

So tonight, I will leave the party and step outside to look into outer space, and won't care if no one else joins me ;) After all, it only happens once in a blue moon.
********************************Happy 2010 to you!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

the most wonderful time of the year.

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Husband = Good Shopper.
Erin Lee = Happy Girl.
Chloe + box of Sees Candy = Punishment.
Punishment = Christmas Sweater.
Chloe = Humiliated.
Christmas = Wonderful.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I should be ashamed of myself PART II

First I forget to tell him Happy Birthday ON his Birthday, then I forget to bring his gift to dinner last night, THEN worst of all-I forget to make a special Birthday post!
Really, I SHOULD be ashamed of myself...
Happy Belated Birthday Pops! I cespechaly Love You.

Friday, December 18, 2009

I should be ashamed of myself

As i've mentioned before-Adam's Mother loves her decorations and anything festive. This being said, Adam grew up in a beautiful home alWayS perfectly decorated for the holidays-the stockings hung, garland draping from every corner, 2 Christmas trees, sweater parties, the smells of Christmas throughout the get the picture.

ONce December hit, I had no motivation. No lights, no tree, not one candy cane in sight. We still had boxes and un-opened wedding presents around. Why would I decorate when we don't ever have people over and we are hardly ever in our house? Waste of money I thought....i'll wait until next year.
I know, I know, bah-humbug.
Well, throughout the next couple of weeks Adam kept giving me little hints: "We should buy some pine or cinnamon scented candles" or " We can borrow lights from my Mom to put over the fireplace"....etc., etc...
I felt awful. Here he was, my little Elf taken from his North Pole and married for time and all eternity to the Grinch.
So last night, December 17th, he had had enough. I come home from work and all the lights in the house are off. Glowing Christmas lights are draped everywhere. Along the kitchen cupboards leading to the living room, around the desk and wall, in our bedroom-around the mirror, and of course all over the fireplace. I look down and there he was, my little Elf fast asleep snoozing on the couch under all the twinkling lights. I didn't know if I should pee my pants laughing, or cry.
Yes I know, I should be ashamed of myself.

Saturday, December 12, 2009


Friday, December 11, 2009

It's hard chring to like yourself.

The other day I was going through my childhood treasure box when I found my 1st grade class journal. I remember every day before the bell rang we got to sit or lay down anywhere in the classroom, relax, and write a page in our journal about anything. Reading everything I wrote had me rolling, and apparently I was very specific about what I like to be called...
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And this one is my favorite....
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I still cespeshaly love my Mom and Dad.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I'm making this very easy for you.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Adam usually comes up with a new term of endearment for me every morning once I get up. It's usually something along the lines of "sweet cheeks", "cute girly", or "wife baby".
I think he's running out of things to call me, because this morning it was "Butter Pie".

I'm not too fond of that one.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The lease on Adam's car is up and it looks like we're going to have to pay a pretty penny this week since we were unable to sell it ;( Any takers on an '08 Subaru Legacy??? It's Niiiiice and i've cried many times at the thought of someone else driving the car that Adam picked me up in on so many of our first dates. BooHoooHooo....;(
That money could have gone towards some serious Christmas Presents. Serious as in:
Erin's List

Adam's List
I don't know what is more upsetting-- spending all that Christmas money on the car, or the fact that my 28 year-old Husband wants legos, an eco-system, and Super Mario Bro's for Christmas....