Showing posts with label Girlfriends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girlfriends. Show all posts

Nancy and Lindsey

So three things happen when my Dearest E and I have extend our Friday happy hour outside of the home. 

1.  We venture over to a very dark and sometimes depressing dive bar just near our house.  We know that this bar is always dead and yet it always seems like a good idea.

2.  We spend a lot of singles on the juke box playing songs like Whiney Houston, Mariah Carey, and Bell Biv DeVoe.  We are always convinced that everyone else will love our brilliant music selection.  And in fact they do.  Everyone was jammin it out. Except for the old guy asking for Pearl Jam.  Pearl Jam....seriously??  Am I wearing a flannel shirt and doc martins??  No.  I stopped that outfit the day My So Called Life was cancelled. 

3.  We suddenly call ourselves Nancy and Lindsey.  I'm not sure where the names came from.  I think Linds always had that in her back pocket, and mine was just recently created.  But I am beginning to embrace the new alter ego.   


We also tend to text our husbands.  Well....actually Linds always texts Gator Guy to let him know our plan and that we are going to church.  Whatever.  It's pretty funny to us at least at the moment. 

Red Nails Make Me Fancy

My Dearest E and I got manicures today. This is the first time ever I have painted my nails a color.  Seriously.  How sad is that??  The only other times I have done anything was back in the day with fake french tip nails for prom and my wedding day. Quite sad for a woman my age, huh? 

I think I look fancy. 

And I think even red nails can make my beer look fancy too!  Cheers.

Ten Thoughts for the Weekend

1.  The Broncos beat the Steelers!!!!  What an amazing game!!  And with an 80-yard touch down pass from my Boy Tebow to DThomas!!! Unbelievable!! 

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2.  I might have shed a tear (or at least complained as much as possible) as I had to give up my ticket to today's game because I was sick.  Ladies and Gents...that means I was siiiiccckkk.  Not just a cough.  Because not to see my BFF Tebow in person and in action....heartbreaking!!  But at least I was warm in my Bronco Snuggie. 

3.  I finished my first week as a student teacher and absolutely love it.  Still working on learning 170 student names and lesson planning, but I already know that it is all worth and where I am suppose to be.

4.  I am quite excited for this season's Bachelor with Geico Man Ben the Bach.  He is growing on me...as is the drama that ABC always provides.  Looks like we have some villains who like to skinny dip and continued drama with the blogger!  Fantastic. 

5.  I also watched the latest Pretty Little Liars this weekend.  Seriously, it is not to late to watch this one with all the other 14 year-olds.  I am just pleased to know that one of my dearest neighbors is also a PLL fan and I am not the only 30 year-old that indulges in the flick. 


6.  I keep having dreams this weekend about anchors falling on my head.  What does this mean???

7.  Every day this week I drove less than 3 minutes to work and LOVED it.  I even didn't buckle my seat belt for one of the trips and felt like such a rebel!!  (I know...I know.  Most accidents happen close to your house.  I promise it was my only time!).  Just what am I going to do with 2 hours of commuting back in my life???  Yoga? Perhaps cook a week day dinner for the first time in over a year!?  The possibilities are endless. 

8.  I had much needed drinks with my Dearest E this weekend.  We just talked for hours about anything and everything.  We gave each other encouragement, asked questions, and basically reassured ourselves that we are effing fabulous.  Gator Guy doesn't understand that we can just sit on the couch, drink micro brews, and talk.  He and his Bromance Bro instead play darts.  For hours.  Now, that I do not get.

9.  Aside from being sick, I am giddy to go to work tomorrow.  Giddy.  It has been a long time since I have felt that! 

10.  Holy Crap the Broncos won!!!! 


Shit Girls Say

I must admit that after tallying, I am guilty of 19.  Nineteen.


Dear Twenties,


It is quite sad to say goodbye to you, but I must say that I feel pretty damn good about what we have accomplished during our time together.  First and foremost, we made it through college.  And don't let anyone judge us on the fact that it took 5 years.  Because we all know we have that semester in Australia and ridiculously cheap Fort Collins drinks to blame for that.  We also made it through multiple knee injuries, surgeries, and know that the best way to be on crutches and not give up your beer is to attach a red solo cup to one crutch (seriously....it is brilliant).  Twenties, we river danced on top of bars, broke records on the mechanical bull, and learned to perfect the air guitar. 

But by far the best years together occurred after those crazy college days and began with the "I Do" to Gator Guy.  I know, it's cheesy, but it's the simple truth.  With you, we bought a house and extended our family with the most perfect little boy ever!!!  Twenties, you showed that the most important thing in life is family and the loved ones around us.  And even the burbs have the best Par-Tay on a Friday night with neighbors, dominos pizza, and drinks.  You either extended my childhood friendships or introduced me to the most amazing girlfriends that I know will be in my life forever.  You gave me the confidence to know that I can run marathons, be a working Mom, work out enough to still indulge in that IPA, and take a risk with a passionate career change to begin teaching. 

So thank you Twenties.  I do believe our time together was well worth it and I hope you feel as I do that we are parting ways on good terms.  I don't leave with any regrets because...you and I....We loved and we lived.  

xoxo, 


Kat


Dear Thirties, 

We have started our time together on the right foot by watching Clueless (Yes thank you morning TV for showing that Gem), taking a kick-my-ass yoga sculpt class, dancin it out to Tony Toni Tone and other awesome 90s music, a margarita before noon, some shopping, and now a tall IPA as I wait for Gator Guy to come home for dinner. 

Thirties - I must say that there are stories that intimidate me.   But honestly, I think we are going to be great together. 


However, I must ask....Please be nice.  I hear that our hangovers together will suck big time.  So remember that this will never prohibit me from an IPA during the game or glass of wine with the girls.  So just please be nice.  

xoxo, 


Kat

Helmets are Required for Bachelorette Parties


I have a new requirement.  I shall now wear a helmet to any participating bachelorette party or crazy night out.

SUPPORTING EVIDENCE TO THIS NEW REQUIREMENT
Bachelorette Party #1...few years ago
Was sitting in a booth, enjoying my beer when all of a sudden a large picture fell off the wall and onto my head.  Concussion.  (Pic is not from that featured night, but still is the bride)













  
Bachelorette Party #2...This last Saturday
Was sitting on a roof top bar, enjoying my beer (before the Timmy concert...more on that to come), when all of a sudden a huge gust of wind came and one of the table umbrellas went flying and hit me right above the temple.  Concussion.  Thank goodness for the pocket umbrella, or else I would have melted from the rain.















 
Incident #3...Not a Bach Party...but accompanied by the Bachelorette #2.
Riding the mechanical bull...beat the bar women's record and then knocked out unconscious.  Concussion. Swollen face.  Could not chew food for a week.

















LESSONS LEARNED....
1. While in Booze Hound mood....I need to wear a helmet.
2.  I still love that bull.
 

Honey Badger Don't Care


A group of my girlfriends have decided to call their gang The Honey Badgers.  Why?  Because the Honey Badger Don't Care.  It Doesn't Give a Shit.  Honey Badger just takes what it wants.  Check out this Must See Viral Video:


I think this is absolutely brilliant.  And all of us should show our inner Honey Badger....because the Honey Badger is Crazy!

That's What Friends Are For

My Dearest E,



Our friendship is simply amazing. You really know me so well and go out of your way to make me smile.  And more importantly, I appreciate the fact that you do not judge me for drinking a ridiculous amount of microbrew on Saturday night or saying things like e-coin jumping. Because...well, you were right there with me.

And more importantly, I will continue to daydream about how you brought me my very own IPA microbrew to the Track last night as my post run refresher. I think we need to make this a tradition.

xoxo,
Kat

Rules for My BFF's Boys

As I begin to plan my Dearest A's bachelorette party, I am reminded of just how happy I am for her and her soon-to-be-hubby.  I was even lucky enough to have my very first photo shoot with them and play  around with some pictures.


But it also reminded me of my Three Rules for My BFF's Boyfriends, Fiances, Husbands, and Lovers (or lovas). 

I suggest that you adopt the following policies for your BFFs as well:

1.  She Must Light Up - You know it when you see it.  And it's not that they are all over each other and sitting on eachothers laps in public (which by the way I cannot freaking stand...Find another chair people - it's not that hard!!), but it's more her glow...her smile....her presence...now that he is present in her life.   I know, its a little old school or perhaps the intro to Adventures-of-Babysitting, but just as Elisabeth Shue did, I picture my BFF draping the curtains over her head singing "And Then He Kissed Me".... simply because he is in her life. 
2.  He Treats Her Like A Princess - Didn't we all daydream at one point in our lives  that we would be swept away by a strong and handsome prince (perhaps wearing a gator jersey or jockey shirt)??  But I have to be honest, that reality should never go away.  This does not mean that my BFFs need to live the Bach lifestyle and go on helicopter rides or Pretty Women shopping sprees for every date.  It just means that there should never be a doubt in my mind whether my BFFs are loved and treated....like a princess.

3.  If the situation were to arise where that BFF's boy and I were to spend 24 hours together...we better have a Damn Good Time - So what all does this entail?  Well, he must have a sense of humor, preferably with a lot of sarcasm.  He must be able to carry on a conversation...I don't have time or energy to deal awkward silence.  And he shall love sports...or at least be passionate about some sort of entertainment.  I cannot be bothered with 24 hours of philosophical talk, and even though our conversations may be deep into the meaning of life at some point...I want the comfort to know that we can just simply talk about the big game.

So...I must definitely say that my Dearest A's soon-to-be-hubby definitely passes with flying colors.  Do you have standards and policies for your BFFs??  If so, please do share.

Ingrediants for an Awesome Parents Night Out

1.  Tickets to the Avalanche game














 2.  Avalanche in a Can...and Hardcore Cider (Just for you A).



















3.  Awesome 90s T-Shirts



















4.  Becoming one of the players




















5.  Pictures with cops














6.  Thumbs Down Photos
























7.  Kat with a Camera





























8.  The Train Ride Home














9.  Dance Party in the Kitchen.  Sorry, there were no pictures of this one.  But probably the highlight of the night!! 


10.  Oh yeah....and babysitters!!!

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