Reservations for One Please!

In Lancaster, Oh where my husband and I have our crib, we have a 2 week festival call uniquely the Lancaster Festival...This festival hosts many different, fun events with the highlight being two weekend concerts under the stars with a relatively well known musician and a full orchestra. Some musicians in the past have included Peter Cetra, Kenny Loggins, Wynonna, Jodie Mecina, and a host of others. This year is no different, we have The Temptations performing on Saturday, July 25th and LeeAnn Womack performing Saturday August 1st.
Needless to say this is a big undertaking for a community the size of Lancaster. One of the ways Lancaster makes it work is by having local families host the orchestra members for two weeks. This year they finally got to us and we are hosting Victor, who plays the cello.

To be honest I am mostly looking forward to the experience, as we will have live music in the house for two weeks. But I do have some reservations and they follow as such:
1.) Do I have to constantly have a bra on when I walk around the house?
2.) I bet this means I cannot fart and burp at my leisure when I get home from work.
3.) Wonder how many times our crazy ass dog Bailey will pee on the floor in Victor's presence?
4.) Victor does not eat red meat, which I completely respect. However, while shopping at the grocery on Sunday for his arrival...I mostly cook red meat meals and chicken...I am going to have to get creative.
5.) I normally am quite the nosey person, does this mean I am finally getting a taste of my own medicine and Victor will go through my stuff....Will I be forced to learn my lesson?

Goodness sake...how with this turn out? And if you really want the honest truth...my biggest concern is number 2 on the list...mainly because my hubby will adjust to this and expect it on a regular basis!!!!

He loves me...he really does love me....

Sally Field really said it right when she said, "You like me, you really like me." If you recall, sometime ago, I wrote about my husband's facial hair and my hatred of it. Well, he walked around with that thing for nearly 4 months....at 2 months I stopped trying to coax him out of it, at 3 months I tried to tell him I wouldn't kiss him with it, and at 4 months I prayed he would come home from Texas without it. NO LUCK...So I did what any self respecting woman would do, I BEGGED...and BEGGED...and BEGGED. And it worked....Nagging Works! Thank you Baby Jesus! The facial hair is gone...And I am the happiest woman/wife ever, he must love me and it only took him 4 months to make a final decision!

Southern Ohio Belle

I believe I have a problem and I am slightly embarrassed. Number one, I am obsessed with Southern Belles: Louisville on Soapnet. If you haven't caught it, the season finale is on Thursday, July 23rd...but it plays on Soapnet all the time. The show is adorable! My BFF turned me on to it and I could watch it all day. It follows the lives of 5 girls/ladies from the Louisville area in life, love, and misc adventures.
But what I am really embarassed with is that I ask my favorite Southern Belle, Hadley Hartz to be my friend on Facebook. I have never done that, but I do equate it to quite possibly stalking. I honestly don't know what got into me, I googled her name (never a good start) and when her FB page came up it asked if I wanted to request her as a friend. Without missing a beat I hit "ask to be friends."
Now I have regret....because I feel like such a loser and will feel even worse if Hadley rejects me, or simply ignores me...totally passive aggressive....
Stay tuned....

Just Can't do it Captain....

I just couldn't do it today....Just couldn't do it...I could not bring myself to put work appropriate under garments on today...instead, I have a lovely VPL and granny panties on...
What can I say....some days I just can't wear dental floss....

Girl Bonding

I don't know what it is, but there is just a rush I get when I know I have a little girl bonding time with one of my girlfriends. Grant you, it might be because girl bonding for me usually means shopping. But mainly I just have a great group of girlfriends. Not one of them is the same. Take for example tonight, I am going to hang with my friend Alison. She and I are on the same wave length about most things and get a good laugh from each other on our day to day antics... For example the last time I was chatting with her on my cell phone and I panicked as I was going into the mall and said to her, "Alison, I cannot find my cell phone!"

I like to think she was laughing with me and not at me.

I mean, this was the same girlfriend that asked me to show her how to use the toilet guards in the bathroom and called me at 5:20AM to tell me she had misplaced her car in the a/p parking lot and what should she do?

Girlfriends are just the best, I love my hubby to the ends of the earth...but there is just something about your girlfriends....

The Stache Continues

My husband's damn stache continues to haunt me. I don't know if he is continuing to grow it in spite of me, or to drive me crazy. I have been trying to figure ways to shave it while he sleeps, but I am concerned that he will move suddenly and I will cut his lip off. I have inquired about a rufie (sp), but it seems no one I know, knows where to obtain one of these.

I have stopped complaining about it though, because the hubby lovingly informed me that every time I complain about it, it adds to more days to him keeping it. He also added that at this point we are up to 3 months of the stache. While I don't think it's fair to hold me to rules I was completely unaware of, I am not going to say a word. However, I did mention he could give me the best birthday gift in the world and shave it for my b-day that is coming up.

I am not holding my breath.....

Baby Momma Drama

I recently went to a friend of mine's baby shower. I normally loathe baby showers as I honestly have very little interest in them. I have no children and I honestly don't find anything interesting about miniature clothes, burp clothes, and pack-n-plays. And don't even get me started on the games. I do not enjoy eating baby food blindfolded by a complete stranger, sometimes I accidentally say baby a lot more than I thought, and the melted candy bar in the diaper, what sick ass individual thought up that game, Satan perhaps.

Ahh...but I digress....

So this baby shower was perhaps the best one I have ever attended. Number one, I was 30 minutes late (but my nails looked fabulous!) and I missed a lot of the baby and birthing talk. And as I walked in, they were serving the food, score again! And we just settled down to play the one game of the day...the Baby Momma Game. This game consisted of a sheet of paper with about 10 baby names on it with a one bonus question. The baby names all belonged to a celebrity mother and of course, the purpose was to name the celebrity mother to the baby. FINALLY, a game I can get on board with and kick ass. Not only did I list every celebrity mother, I was also able to name the usually more obscure father, hence Cash Warren. And I got the bonus right, I was able to name all of Angie and Brad's pack.

Watch out bitches! I might just start coming to random showers if these are the new wave of baby shower games.
And as an added bonus...the prize handed out was a candle named, "butt naked." I simply loved the name. I went home very satisfied.