Monday, November 24, 2014

Lovely Mondays

I love the fact that I'm nestled safely in the car my husband gave me so that I don't suffer in this weather. 

I love The Walking Dead. 

I love the smell of popcorn. 

I love when my handsome is working on our house to make it feel like home sweet home. 

I love that my parents love my Le Creep as much as I do. 

I love Wilco. They make magical music. 

And finally, I love this picture. Even though it caused many strokes and chaos, it was warming to see many people impatiently waiting for the real announcement. And even though I am not yet with little bambino or bambino, I know that when I am, there will be so many people to love him or her. 

Happy Thanksgiving peeps! 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Serves you right...

Working in the service industry has given me the opportunity to see the many faces of ugly and good. There seem to be an abundance of people that just can't seem to be content with anything. I'm serious- they have deep issues. After many years, I've learned to let things roll off of me and just not let it get to me. I take pity and even laugh it off. Many times, I laugh. Many times, I drink. But just one drink but damn does that one drink taste heavenly.

The stories my coworkers(friends) have to tell, could give any normal person nightmares for days. We are beyond normal though, we have the thickest of skins, and we prevail (but, there is one or two servers that go absolute bonkers and you never hear of them again.) We survive to work another day, to tell another story, and to encounter an even worst customer than the last one.

The worst story I've heard was this one; A customer to X person: I can buy you.

Summbitch told another human being that they could buy them.

I'll leave that gem right there...let it sink in.

Many coworkers say they've become numb to it, but I'd like to say I just get stronger. Nevertheless, I love my job, because all loonies and douchies aside, I still get to meet many awesome people, which I could spend hours talking to. I'd like to think they used to work in the service industry before and know how it really is but I also like to think that they are truly genuine good people that appreciate the fact that they can afford to eat at a nice restaurant and enjoy the ambiance of it all.

I adore those people, and also, each day is never ever the same. I love that.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Lovely Mondays...

I love setting my mind on making something delicious for my husband, and it comes out perfect.

I love "Hey Do You Remember...?" podcast. It's hilarious. Check it out. :)

I love that I have talented friends and family.

I love that when I'm in the kitchen in the morning and I hear my sleepy husband go down the stairs, every time I turn around he looks at me and sends me a kiss.

I love it when the Metra workers forget to pick up my ticket and I get a free ride.

I love that Hunger Games: Mockingjay is coming out soon!

I love this picture...with all my heart...


Monday, November 3, 2014

Lovely Mondays

I love days were I get cut and get to spend my day with husband 

I love making the best possible dinner that makes him say "this might be your second signature dish" 

I love the smell of a clean puppy

I love the smell of clean linens.

I love a beautiful 70 degree fall day 

I love picking up the leaves on my backyard and feel like I've done something productive 

I love Netflix 

I love our dens couch. 

I love seeing him smile. 

I love that he knows he can do a anything 





Saturday, November 1, 2014

Like father like son-in-law...

Growing up wasn't always princesses and ponies. I didn't have sleepovers and went to fancy summer camps. 50% percent of my memories growing up was my father and I going to Home Depot. We'd spend hours and hours picking up drywall, nails, caulk, plumbing tape, 2x4's, etc, etc, etc. I loved it growing up, the smell of lumber, the pretty chandeliers in the lighting section, and the beautiful kitchen and bathroom displays. 

Growing up, my family and I didn't live in the best places, we'd move from one place to another, but it was never down. My father always made sure we went up, up, up. The man would always fix the apartments we'd live in to make it seem like home sweet home. He truly did. In fact, this one time the owner of the apartment we lived in once wanted to switch places with us because he loved what my dad had done with the place. 


Growing up, I was always his little assistant. I could be handing him a screwdriver, holding in place a 2x4, or carrying the nail box as he nailed down the drywall he was holding in place with his head. The best conversations I ever had with my dad was me sitting on a upside down bucket and watching him hammer away at the wall, fixing our plumbing, or changing a light. 

Growing up, I saw my dad as the best handyman I've ever seen. This man is so talented in his profession that he never ceases to amaze me. I'm so proud of him. 

Earlier today, my dad had come to help us with a little bit of some construction we are doing. He left and as I sat down on an insulation roll, and I looked up, I realized I was home.