Art Thursday

.. it was Art Thursday at the Miller Household.
I woke up on my day off today really energized.
I got off work yesterday @ 5pm and was able to come home to spend an evening with my husband.
It's very rare that we both have an evening off to spend together.
Normally we'll eat dinner together around 11pm when I'm off work after a closing shift. More often than not on the days when I open Brett has patients that eve so we only see each other in passing.
Last night was a rare exception..
and it was PERFECT.
We treated ourselves to some TASTY calzone's from a local Greek/Italian restaurant.
Afterwards I baked brownies and we had warm brownies with vanilla ice cream, se bon!
We ended our perfect little date night at home by watching "The Fighter" I've been DYING to see this movie, and I was quite impressed ( I recommend to all! ).
So like before mentioned, after a great night's sleep I woke up energized.
Brett and I had breakfast at Shoneys this morning. I apparently ordered the largest stack of pancakes ever!
Let's just call that stuff brain food because after a trip to a few thrift stores ( where I found the Bottles for the upcoming creations ) I came home to create this:

Libra, I think I like this

Libra

Inner transformation is likely to make a big difference in your communications right now, Libra. (( I completely agree, I'm learning a whole new way of expressing myself, talking to others, and most of all LISTENING )) Your relationships could improve because you're more open and honest without being too blunt. (( I am all about relationship improvement, my marriage is rock solid but we are always growing, as for my friendships this is a HUGE area of opportunity )) You seem to have a greater understanding of the needs and desires of those closest to you. Unfortunately, this process could also involve leaving some old friends behind. Don't fight it
(( As mentioned above, my listening is getting much better.. But the issue then becomes do I like what I'm hearing.. Do I truly care about what you have to say? Do I relate, does it affect me? Do we have absolutely anything in common? But regardless of that, I am LISTENING, I identify others' needs, now I chose who's needs I intend to fill.. The obvious being those I truly love and care for. The thought of leaving some old friends behind doesn't scare me anymore, it is more liberating. I don't have to hang on just to hang on.. I would rather keep a genuine few, there isn't ALWAYS strength in numbers..Those who aren't mountain moving friends may or may not be left in the dust.. Time shall tell..I can say that those I feel closest to are those who are the farthest away. I 
suppose that's how things work sometimes though.)) 

Let's Make a Baby

In a few brief words I wanted to update you all.
Brett and I are officially going to try to have a baby again.
I've put away the booze, no more cigarettes, etc...
I am dedicated to getting my body healthy for baby.
The last few months although painful have been a killer good time, but I am ready to move.
Back on the saddle for me..
Wish us luck.
Keep us in your thoughts..
Oh my oh my it's going to be fun trying ;)

Call me Mrs.Yucky Face

I was walking on sunshine this morning when I woke up.
Sometime between 11:00am and 4:00pm I fell into this yucky funk of ugliness.

I had to go purchase liquid Drain-O today ( I know, how glamorous ).
My bathtub has decided it's too good to drain and I have been showering myself ankle deep in water the last couple of days. Obviously if I'm wading in ankle deep water husband is too.. I'm convinced we shouldn't wash Kylie in the bathtub anymore. It's been weeks since her last bathtub adventure but still, the drain hasn't been the same since.

There's nothing more depressing than going through the check out line with nothing but liquid Drain-O. You think to yourself " I wonder what the cashier thinks I have going on at home, a giant plumbing disaster, gross" LUCKILY I wasn't buying an industrial sized plunger, then I know that woman would be like "WTF?".

After my trip to Plumbers-r-Us I decided to take myself for a quick bite to eat, I splurged and had some Reeses Peanut Butter icecream, I just had to - I've been working so hard, I deserve to spoil myself. It's MUCH better that gorging myself with Taco Bell right?

The food didn't help the funk, the ice cream didn't help the funk, so I thought window shopping may help.
I hit TJ Max, Target, Ross ( with hopes of finding something cheap and fabulous, although everything in there is always shit ) popped into Rue 21 ( only because the customer service is so terrible there I like to go in tp remind myself of what an amazing team I work with ) and concluded my window shopping adventure in even more of a shitty mood.

Brett is working late this afternoon, poor baby. He asked me to come up to the lab to watch TV and hang out but I kindly turned him down. This shitty mood needs to be confined to the privacy of our home. I fear that if I were to be in close contact with someone right now my terrible mood would ooze onto them and therefor contaminate them.. There is no more room in this house for another bad mood so I am going to steer clear of everyone including my husband.

Auntie flo is getting ready to come into town - I can feel her fast approach.
My face looks like a piece of pepperoni pizza and I could cry at the drop of a dime.
Yet another reminder of how crappy it can be to be a girl.
I remind myself that I only have to deal with this once a month, for 45+ years and that other than this burden being a woman is quite possibly the most special thing on earth. Agreed?

Weigh in: 142lbs

Yeah you read that right.
I've lost 6 lbs.
I am weighing in @ 142 lbs.
I feel awesome.
I feel sexy.
I feel more and more like myself.
I think I'll treat myself to a new bathing suit.
I may or may not have a reason to rock a new bathing suit here in the very near future.
We shall see?
Where are the Miller's off to next?

Party on the Caul-de-sac (sp?)

So it's friday night and I have no plans other than watching Nip/Tuck reruns on Netflix and cuddling with my pooches. Got home from work this afternoon and cuddled my husband to death so he could take a little napsy-poo before he had to shuffle off to work to play dream weaver. I have to admit I ate Taco Bell ( and wanted to die afterwards ) and I now plan to starve myself for the next week in punishment of eating such shit.

I'm 25 and home on a friday night with no complaints about it.
If I could count all the friday nights I have been out and about getting into trouble and get paid for it I would be a rich rich girl.
So needless to say, I'm ok with being at home.

I live in Suburbia as most of you already know, Brett and I are the only people on our Caul-De-Sac (sp?) that don't have kids. The only excitement that ever happens on Kestrel Dr. is the occasional Basketball game played by the chilren' dem, scraped knee, or dog on the loose. Well I take that back... team Miller really knows how to get the neighborhood rockin'. A few nights before our wedding we managed to throw together quite the shit show on our back porch. There weren't very many of us, but there really doesn't have to be a ton of people to have a good time, you and I both know that. A few of my girlfriends from the Virgin Islands had just gotten into town, a few of our local friends were here.. and well.. Nicole brought lots of Cruzan Rum  so.. need I say more? One too many Powerade Rum Punches later we were out back cursing like sailors and chain smoking.. ( gosh, reliving that night really makes me miss my girlfriends and wish they lived stateside. ) ANYWHO.. So there was that night, there's been a few garage parties and we can't forget the Christmas Eve Bad Sweater Bash... We know how to have a good time.

Tonight on the other hand is a different story:
2 houses to the right of us ( to the right if you're laying in bed blogging, 2 houses to the left if you are out front looking at our house ) is a what we think is a single father and 2 young sons. The father is in the Air Force, the mother is MIA and the 2 sons are quite possibly the cutest kids on earth. They are of Puerto Rican background ( watch out, you know how us Boricuas can get ) and lead a relatively quiet existence..

Until today that is..
I get home from work to 12 cars ( well maybe not 12, but an ass load nonetheless ) jammed into the Puerto Rican driveway, people in the garage chatting in Spanish, music playing and I can imagine red beans and rice being served in the kitchen! It's a regular ol' Fiesta next door. Amen for someone else on the Caul-de-Sac (sp?) making some noise and having a good time.. I was beginning to think that we were the only ones that liked to live a little. Go on and get down with your BAD SELF Puerto Rican family.. Mind if I stop by for a plate of food?

I need a VACATION.

I don't care who you are, everyone needs a vacation, including this little lady.

I'm tired. My feet are tired. My eyes are tired. My arms are tired. Everything is TIRED.

I want to relax, I want my ass and toes in the sand and some sunshine on my face.

Someone deliver my vacation to me sooner than March 17th. Please and thank you!