Lobsters, Lighthouses and Love!

We've been waiting three long months for tomorrow morning to arrive. I booked our vacation in March, and it's finally upon us. SIX DAYS OF PURE RELAXATION. YES, I'M USING CAPS. It's been years since just the two of us took a vacation, and I'm even more excited for this trip than I was for our honeymoon trip. That sounds strange to say, but after a joyful and sparkling six years of marriage, two precious daughters, and a bazillion laughs together, we have a lot more to celebrate now!

I found out Sarah Jessica Parker has stayed in the cottage we are headed for. And, yes, I will make sure to look under the bed and in the closets for any hot shoes she may have accidentally left behind.

Our adventure begins at 3:00 a.m. tomorrow morning! I've never been more excited for my alarm to go off!

Peace out peeps!

I Have Proof!

You should be ashamed of yourself. Yes you. You laughed at me when I confessed I was afraid of cows. You laughed when I told you they were capable of killing. That they were huge, creepy, furry, drooling killing machines.

But look who's laughing now....

Proof.

June 20th! Happy Birthday Honey!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! -XOXO-

Band Practice

Tiny Rock Band from Kara on Vimeo.

Bar Harbor, ME

I can't stop smiling. Maybe it's gas. Or cuz I'm on my 3rd Sam Adams summer ale, that's probably it. Those damn wheat beers send me right over the edge, in one helluva hurry. I CANNOT WAIT for June 26th. Vacation. Vaycaaychun. Alcohol. Typing. I'm laughing. At nothing.

Me and T.
T and Me.
No kids.
No time schedule.
No waking up at the ass crack of dawn.

Except, the sun rises at like 430am atop Cadillac Mtn., but that will be kind of neat. At least for the day or two we brave the morning fog and brisk air to see it. Juicy tidbit: it's the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard and is the first place to view the sunrise in the United States. Neat stuff.

Just wanted to let my peeps know I'm counting down our trip in days now. Get used to it. I'm only going to get more crazy as the days creep into single digits. Then I will be screaming from the roof toppies. Listen closely and you will hear me.

Mr. Sam Adams, you're good stuff.

Toodles.

Jardin! Mmm!

I must admit, I've come to really look forward to our monthly Mexican dinners at Jardin! Their swirl margs are the bizzidy bomb! After discussing menu options with the table next to us, it turned out to be another fantabulous dinner!













Thank you Toni Loo for setting this one up, and Laura, it wasn't the same without you there. As if you have *other things* going on!! ;-)


Some of us had extra drinks to make up for the ones you would have had...if you weren't so busy growing three tiny miracles in your belly.

I have such a great time with you ladies, see you next time ~ Cheers!

I will make it to the next Homeslice outing, promise! I've heard so many awesome things!

p.s. we miss you too Annemarie! It's definately not the same without you there lady!

Wholesome Wear? More Like Bothersome Wear.

Every once in a while I catch an episode of the good ole fashioned show, 18 and Counting, on TLC. You know who they are, the Duggar family with 18 kids. E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N-kids. How does that mother do it for God's sake? I'm a complete nut job with two.

Last night I found myself imaging what it would be like to be one of those kids. Growing up, becoming a teenager and not being allowed to even be alone with the opposite sex. Going on dates with a chaperone. Having my very first kiss be the day of my wedding after hearing 'you may now kiss the bride'. Um... I wouldn't fit in so well in that family.

Not that I'm trampy or anything, but seriously! Seriously. Have you seen this show? I respect the fact they are so reserved and I'm sure they are great people, that's fine and dandy, but holy crap every single daughter has six feet of hair and they wear *gasp!* floor length denim skirts everywhere they go. The clothes alone would make me run away and never return.

Speaking of clothes... so at the end of the show, the camera crew were taping the eldest son and his new bride, Anna, while honeymooning in Myrtle Beach. They walked out of the beach house and headed toward a parasailing boat and right then my jaw dropped open. Wide open, cuz THIS was Anna's swimsuit.

Home girl is HAWT! And when I say hawt I mean hot. Literally. What girl can function on a beach in that ridiculous get up? And omg it comes with leggings?? And an undershirt? With sleeves? Who wears a zip up, scoop neck romper in the water? Who wears a zip up, scoop neck romper?!?!?! Is that even safe? Does it also come with two defibrillator paddles so your friends can shock you back to life after you die from a heat stroke?! And won't that beautifully fancy parachute material float up all over your face and suffocate you? Once, I tried to swim in an over sized shirt, and I barely made it out of the pool alive. I couldn't imagine treading water with all that shit around me, plus my six feet of hair working its way into my arm pits and all up around my neck. Anna, that's shit is dangerous! Go out and get yourself a cute two-piece bikini. If anything, it's the safer choice. And maybe then, your new husband will stop acting like he doesn't know you who you are when you go to the beach together.