contacts

Last week I took a little trip to the optometrist so I could stare aimlessly at a bunch of super-sized letters on a wall and not be able read ANY of them; then leave feeling old and depressed.

I did leave minus the totally rad paper sunglasses for the old school eye dilating thanks to the wonders of technology.

Snaps for modern medicine.

So, my eyesight has been gradually dwindling over the last few years. It's rather disappointing because up until the end of high school I had stellar vision. I'm talking superhero sight. It was wonderful and useful for spotting road signs, the faces of random people waving at you and Sonics. Then my powers started dwindling and a few years ago I faced the music and settled for some glasses that I wore as needed for seeing far away. And now those as needs have become more permanent.

Think blonde Tina Fey, only taller and not as funny.

So since I'm not digging the glasses thing I decide I'm going to join the contact club. Now there is only a minor setback here and it's that I don't touch my eyeballs. EVER. I can't even stand to watch my husband touch his own eyeballs putting in his contacts. If you're thinking this is hopeless, then you would not be alone.

I was also a bit naive going into this appointment thinking they would just hand me a pair of contacts and I could practice with them in the comfort of my own home. Nope. There's a code and you have to apparently master getting contacts in and out 101 before they set you free all while the world in the lobby pretends to be reading "Good Housekeeping" but instead watches you. No pressure.

After about 30 minutes I'm thinking the Fey look isn't so bad. This was also about the time two teenagers have joined the flock of contact advice strangers yelling out "you can do it", "it's just like riding a bike" and a very vocal receptionist repeatedly yelling out "just grab those lashes like so and shove it in".

Oh I'm sure it was a sight... if I could have seen it.

Then with only the grace of God I got one in and out.

And we applauded & cheered.

I parted ways with my hodge-podge of cheerleaders and thanked them for the moment we just shared.

And now a week later I have yet to get these darn contacts back in my eyes.

I'm a lost contacts cause.

I will master this.

football

Dearest Professional Football Season,

I feel like we just parted ways only last month. How are you here again so quickly? Don't get me wrong it's not that I hate you, there's just too much of you and your already putting a dent in my Lifetime tivoing schedule. So, I'm thinking maybe you could do me a solid and shorten your games from 4 hours to 30 minutes, toss in a little celebrity gossip amongst the commentating and add a few home decorating tips here or there during all that down time.

Hello? Are you there?

Love,
A Bored Wife

the week

I've be come a really bad blogger lately.

I blame it on the Bravo network.

and Big Brother.

This past week boy was off work so we enjoyed some time at the lake, celebrated our 4th anniversary with some delicious Joe T. Garcia's and got hooked on season 1 of Mad Men. It's been a wonderful week.

And in other unrelated news I've also diagnosed myself from suffering from Back-to-School-Sympathy-itis. I get a little nervous for those heading back to the classroom...such a big day. I don't miss the bus rides or homework, but I am a little envious of the new school supplies. But praying for you if you're teacher with a new classroom or a mama sending her little one off to Kindergarten!

the one where boy bought me a t-shirt

Boy made a very quick trip up to New York last week. He asked if I wanted him to bring me back anything.

Hum?

Suddenly I started craving some Nuts 4 Nuts.

Oh yes ma'am. You know what I'm talking about if you've had one of these sugar coated gems before. They're highly addictive and delicious. And if you have not then I suggest you find a plane headed for New York and hop on it. I did find a copycat recipe for them that I'll try and make and let you know how they are.

Along with a few bags of Nuts 4 Nuts, boy made a quick stop at the NBC store and surprised me with this. How awesome is this shirt my "Friends" friends? (of course the image would be so tiny...it's a drawing of them trying to move the couch and says "Pivot Pivot Pivot!")

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I just about died laughing.

I will wear it proudly.

gotcha

A week before our wedding four years ago boy surprised me with pug {here's that story} as a bridal gift.

Oh how time does fly...and yesterday marked pug's gotcha day.

Or as we like to refer to it as OUR gotcha day because pug pretended to be all well-behaved and easy going at the pug farm. Ha!

We got punk'd by a dog.

But I wouldn't trade in all the "Nos", "Stop thats", chewed up dry wall, chasing down the streets, not letting me take a picture for this blog post of yous for all the well-behaved pugs in the world.

So, tell me friends, I'd love to hear how you brought home your pets? Did you adopt, search for endlessly or was it spontaneous?

life lesson #568

When booking a flight for the hubs try to avoid when you can the ones that require him to be there at 4:30 am.

Especially when you're the chauffeur.

I'm just saying because the idea to pull over at Terminal B Gates 18-26 and take a little siesta may or may not cross your mind more than once.

I wonder if Julia ever made enchiladas

I've had the book Julie & Julia on my to-read list for sometime now and as the previews for the movie kept popping up more frequently I decided I better read it quickly before I see it in the theater. Because once I see it on the big screen I'm probably not going to go back and read it. That's just wrong. Like taking a shower and then running 3 miles. Wrong I tell you.

I finished it up today (cute read) and was like great now what do I make for dinner! How do you whip up a decent dinner when you've just spent the afternoon reading of someone putting out ducks and pastries on her table. I'm intimidated by this woman's mad skills. I didn't fret for too long because I figured the simplest solution is a. I am not ever going to crave duck and b. I'm just not to going tell boy that there are wives out there whipping up duck.

He'll never know.



So, I settled for my new favorite enchilada recipe I found in a Pillsbury cookbook. I just love their recipes. I changed this one up just a bit to my liking, but it's super quick, delicious and best of all doesn't make me gag.

Here's the recipe:
10 flour tortillas
1 box 6.4 oz mexican flavored rice
2 tablespoons butter
2 1/2 cups water
1 can 19 oz. enchilada sauce
1 can 16 oz. black beans or pinto beans (pick one; drain and rinse)
1 can 11 oz. Green Giant southwestern style corn; drained
shredded cheese (I only put it on half the dish, since I'm lactose intolerant)

Preheat oven to 350. Cook up rice as directed on box. Once rice is cooked add in corn, beans and 3/4 cup enchilada sauce. Stir. Place a spoonful of mixture on a tortilla and fold/roll and place in a 13x9 greased baking dish. Repeat with remaining tortillas. Pour the enchilada sauce over enchiladas and cover and bake 25 minutes at 350 degrees. Sprinkle with cheese and return to oven uncovered for an additional 5 minutes.

I think I'm okay sticking to enchiladas.

catch phrase

We just got back from a quick little visit out to the lake with the parentals which included some of Big Daddy's infamous ribs and lots of rounds of Catch Phrase.

Have y'all played this before? Please add this to your game collection if you don't. The game does not disappoint. Our family just loves it!

So we divide up mama & me against Big Daddy & boy each time. Mama and I have a winning streak to keep up and are getting good at being pretty creative in the sports & games category when we need too.

me: "Big city in Ohio"
mama: "Cleveland"
me: "Good! You shouldn't wear this color with black"
mama: "Brown...Cleveland Browns!!"

Now I'll hand it to the boys they do very well in all the categories except, their downfall, "Entertainment". Big Daddy hasn't picked up too many issues of US & People in his day, so we know where to stump them and get some laughs.

Big Daddy: "I don't even know how to pronounce this name!"

The answer: Beyonce.

****
boy: "You texted us saying you just saw this person in LA two weeks ago"
Big Daddy: "Who did I see?"
boy: "yeah, she's a singer"
This went on for a bit.

The answer: Christina Aguilera.

And this is how mama and I win at Catch Phrase.

Big Daddy has also been lovingly enrolled in Celebrity Names 101.