Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Day 53 - Garbage

I did not have the pleasure of hearing my first Garbage song until 1996, when I saw Leonardo and Claire's Romeo and Juliet and heard #1 Crush.  The first Garbage album came out in 1995, so this means I missed an entire year of rocking out to Shirley Manson's sultry, jaw dropping, freaking fantastic voice. 

In retrospect, this might not be a bad thing.  #1 Crush rocked my socks off and for weeks I would bust out in my sexy dance* every time I heard it.  I think this kind of behavior would have deeply disturbed my mother, but luckily for her I was out of the house in 1996 so she was never subjected to it.  

I bought "Garbage" soon after and I was completely addicted.  I remember driving around that summer with all of the windows down, the hot wind blowing through my hair, "Only Happy When It Rains" blasting on the highest volume I could get away with and still safely drive.  Little did I know at the time that I would truly test that theory once I got to Seattle.  All I knew then was bliss.  That CD didn't come out of my car until fall.  That was an amazing summer filled with cherished memories.

Today, when I opened the Zune marketplace, they all came flooding back.  I saw that Absolute Garbage (their compilation album from a few years back) was available for download.  For the one hour that I have not been in meetings, I've been in my office listening to one of my favorite redheads and reminiscing.  And working.  Of course working.  Always working.


For your listening pleasure, a reminder of what started it all...my original rock out song and the reason I fell in love with this band over 15 years ago:  





* Disclaimer: I'm not entirely sure that this dance was sexy then or if it still is today.  While I recognize this is subject to opinion, I have a high self esteem so I'm just going to go forward believing it is still true.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Day 52 - Secret Admirers

When I got back from lunch today, this bouquet of flowers and chocolate were waiting for me in my office with no note or card.  I asked around a bit and nobody has any idea who left them, although I have two unquestioned suspects.  If all else fails, my boss Megan said she'd be happy to take the credit if I couldn't find anyone who was willing to fess up.

Here they are, in all of their loveliness:




Dear Secret Admirer,
You nailed it.  Spider Mums are some of my favorite flowers and I am particularly fond of the lime green variety.  Who would not be stoked to get a "Prairie Dog Chocolate Bar"...especially a girl who grew up in North Dakota where more people had prairie dogs then cats?  Also, chocolate with toffee and almonds is one of my favorite sweets.  Seriously, you did a great job.  It's almost creepy how well you know me considering I have no idea who the hell you are.


Well, I have a little bit of an idea.


But...I guess we'll find out this week.  :-)


Anyway, THANK YOU!
-T

Day 51 - Motivation

For the sake of complete disclosure, since I was five blogs behind, I was trying to figure out how to skip some blogs yesterday. Joely wouldn't let me.  He told me that I swore I would do this blog thing, that I had plenty of things to write about and that I should quit whining and get to it.  

Then he said "Here, blog about this ridiculously large jar of expensive sugar.  One blog done!  Next, write about these disgusting mini Cadbury eggs you had to have, then dropped all over the floor at the grocery store, and made me help you pick up.  Another blog done!"

(He really did set them right in front of me.  Enormous jar of German Rock Sugar from Teavana, which is seriously the best thing that has ever happened to any kind of tea in the universe, as well as a dozen mini Cadbury eggs...minus four...plus one root beer Dum-Dum.)

True be told, it makes me happy when he snaps the whip.  One of the nice things about being married to Joel is that he is one of the few men who has the courage to tell me I'm wrong.  

The other thing that has been happening a lot lately in the way of motivation is that people are telling me how much they enjoy my blog.  Many people have said they don't want to comment because it seems like they are stalking or that they are intruding.  If you are reading this, please don't feel that way.  

A:  I am posting this blog on the open web, so people who have never met me, have no interest in meeting me, think I'm a complete douche or may be my potential arch nemesis are able to read this blog.  There is literally nothing private about it, so NOBODY is intruding here. 

B:  I LOVE hearing about people reading this blog.  Knowing that people read it and actually enjoy it gives me the motivation to write on days that I would rather be doing just about anything else, so please comment.  Comment away.  Comment every single day and simply say "I read this" or "You're a weirdo".  

C:  YOU ARE NOT STALKING OR INTRUDING.

Day 50 - MY BIRTHDAY

What else could possibly make me happy on my birthday except my birthday?  

I'm not sure why I've always been such a freak for my day.  Maybe every one is deep down inside, but I'm such an outspoken, narcissist, drama queen that I shout, sing and pirouette my way to my birthday in a way that down plays the reaction of most normal people.   

Anyway, it was a marvelous day.  I got to sleep in, then when I woke up I stayed in bed for extra snuggles with Joel, then extra puppy play time.  When we got up, he made my favorite breakfast (Eggs Benedict with bacon instead of ham).  I made the boys watch Breaking Dawn which was as delightfully groan worthy as I expected.  We went to the Melting Pot and gorged ourselves on fondue.  Then, we ended the night by going to The Secret World of Arrietty.  

It was a spectacular day.

Here is my honey and me outside of the Melting Pot:


Here is a pile of fat loots that I got from Joely and Papa Tom and Mama Mae.  It is glorious and colorful and super awesome.  It should be noted that I have been waiting for that 5 quart Le Creuset braiser what seems like forever and now it is MINE! MINE! MINE!  Oh the dinners we will make!


Just in case you didn't notice that those spatulas were PINK and SPARKLY, here is a close up:

Day 49 - Cara

I met Cara under fairly unusual circumstances.  It happened one summer when Riley was up visiting, Joel told me that we were going to meet some old friends at the Seattle Aquarium so that they could see him.  (The year is up for debate.  Joel called Ty and they think 2004.  It was sometime between 2003 and 2005.  We are old and can't be bothered to recall such details with accuracy.)  Cara and Karen (Riley's mama) had been friends from the time they were five years old.  Being Joel's new lady, I was pretty sure I was heading off to be heavily judged by people who would immediately call her and give her the full report. 

When I expressed this concern to Joel he said "Honey, I understand why you are worried but they aren't those kind of people."  I was not convinced.  But then I met them.

Cara is one of those people who makes you feel comfortable immediately -- Ty too, but this blog isn't about him. ;)  In many ways, she reminds me of my niece Stacey; she is little sassy blond who loves life.  She's one of the only people that I know who can boss Joel around and get away with it.  She is also one of those genuinely good people that you read about in books.  She doesn't talk shit about people, she doesn't complain about much...mostly she just focuses on the good in people.  She is an amazing baker.  She is a phenomenal mother.  She is incredibly silly as proven by her addiction to Mad Libs and bad puns.  She doesn't use dirty words when she plays Mad Libs, which plays back to that whole good person thing.  Also, did I mention that she sasses Joel?  


In short, she is one of the few people that I love enough to happily share my birthday weekend with, and that should be saying a lot.


I just remember how easily we fell into a friendship, it was odd because that isn't how it normally works for me.  She invited Joel and I to her family's beach house the February after we met so that we could celebrate our birthdays together.  We spent the whole weekend together during a time when we were still just getting to know each other, which should have probably been awkward.  It wasn't.  It hasn't been, not since the moment I met her.  

I can't believe I almost forgot, but Cara is also one of the few people that I will sing karaoke with.  I am, of course, AMAZING when I'm singing alone in my car.  By some strange phenomenon, I become tone deaf when I sing around other people.  Even so, I feel comfortable enough with Cara to not care, to let go and to have fun.  


Basically, she makes me feel like a part of her family and I love that feeling.


So, Happy Birthday Cara!  Again!  Because I saw you on Saturday but I'm that behind on this blog!  ;)




Birthday Girls - 2/18/2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

Day 48 - Riley, Cooking and Couscous

Ri and I started cooking through our cookbook last Friday, which was the day I should have posted this blog had time not completely gotten away from me this weekend.  I'm not going to post every dinner we make on this blog, but this was the first and I was excited.

He picked the first dish, Spiced Chicken with Spinach Couscous and Toasted Almonds.  It didn't sound like much, but once I read the ingredients I was intrigued; among them were orange juice, cinnamon and red pepper flakes. 

It was really, really amazing and Riley and I devoured it.  The next up is Bolognese with Bacon and Leeks.  This is going to be an awesome project.  


Day 47 - Spreadsheets

I think I've already mentioned that I'm a giant nerd, so going with that theme I am going to confess how happy spreadsheets make me.  


Long, long ago in another lifetime I did technical support for Microsoft products.  One of them was Excel.  Knowing all of the things I've confessed my love for so far, one would probably not guess that I fell in love with Excel the moment I started using it, until you read the next sentence.  

It does the math FOR me!


And all of a sudden it makes perfect sense, doesn't it?  

There is something about figuring out how to represent seven data points on two axes that drives me wild.  I make spreadsheets for everything.  I have tracked every single debit card transaction I've had in the same spreadsheet since 2004.  I save back ups often, I learned that when doing tech support.  ;)  I create a spreadsheet for almost every problem I have to solve at work because formulating things in rows and columns helps me make sense of them.  I am, in fact, tracking all of the things that I blog about on this blog in a spreadsheet that I set up to look like a calendar so that I can easily search and organize posts.  


There you have it folks...the tool that feeds my OCD better than any other.  That is, of course, until I get a label maker.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Day 46 - Goofy T-Shirts


The residents of me casa love our ridiculous t-shirts.  

Matching CookieThulu shirts arrived for Joel and me this week.  We weren’t trying to be cute; we just couldn’t settle our argument on who got to order one.  Instead of divorcing, we decided to just be nerdy and get matching shirts.



It wasn’t the first time we got matching shirts.  The first time was when we were in Fuddruckers in Missoula Montana.  We got them to wear as camping shirts, deciding they would be good fodder for Breck and Carrie’s campfire jokes.  We made our own jokes after we bought them.  Riley just shook his head and said “Why am I the only adult in this family?”  We figured he was just mad because he’s not allowed to swear.


I got this shirt for Joely as a part of his Valentine’s Day present.  Since he has taken up making our breakfasts on the weekends, it reminded me of him.  I swear that is the only reason.



This is a shirt that an employee at Dick’s Burgers actually tried to buy off of me.  I told him I’d been helping a friend move all day and it could probably walk off of my body and run down the street on its own, but he didn’t care.  He offered to give me a “free” Dick’s t-shirt if I would go in the bathroom and switch them out.  I told him that if I had to give him my super awesome shirt for a Dick’s t-shirt, his definition of free was flawed.  No Deal.  

(It is a picture of a cheeseburger saying “I want to be inside you.”)


I got Riley this shirt a few summers ago.  Unfortunately, I don’t have a better picture of him wearing it.  It says “If You Can Read This, Make Me a Sandwich”.  I know it is sassy and wrong, but it is also undeniably hilarious…sort of like this picture.



Last, but certainly not least, this is one of my favorite shirts of all time.  The title is “You’ve got some ‘splaining to do”.  :-D 


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Day 45 - V-Day

I love Valentine's Day, but probably not for the reason you think.  It is not because I am a woman and we are supposed to love a holiday dedicated to chocolate, jewelry and fancy dinner.  

I love Valentine's Day because it is has always been my Daddy's holiday.  Mom took care of the Christmas presents and the Birthday presents, but V-Day was his day to spoil his girls.  He always bought us cards, little stuffed animals, candies, flowers, etc.  One year he brought me crocuses that he found in the field while he was out checking on his cattle.  It is the single reason that the crocus is one of my favorite flowers.

My favorite year was when he came home with this white puppy clutching a satin pillow that said "You Touched My Heart".  When he walked through the front door with it, my Mom exclaimed "Is that for me!?!"  I am told that he responded somewhat incredulously and said "No! It's for Tiffany."  

I'm assuming she has forgiven him since then since they still hold hands and kiss a lot.

Anyway, Valentines Day makes me happy because it reminds me of the unconditional love of my father.  I will NEVER get to old or married to delight in that.  

Here is Valentine Puppy from my Daddy along with Valentine Gorilla from my Mister Joely.  They keep each other company in my boudoir year round because I will also never get too old to have at least a few stuffed animals on my fainting couch.


Monday, February 13, 2012

Day 44 - Confident Women

Note to all readers:
This blog makes me happy for a few reasons.  First, because I’ve been thinking about this subject a lot; the confident women that I know make me incredibly happy.  Also, because this blog was already almost complete but never published as I had started it months ago for Emma, never finished it then promptly forgot that it existed.  I was able to make some adjustments and wrap it up in a few minutes.  As a note to myself and the rest of you, I plan on scrubbing the rest of the folder of “Almost Blogs” for other such related gems.

Note to Emma:
Emma, you being in college makes me nostalgic.  It reminds me of my own journey.  My first year of college was a turning point for me.  I met some amazing people who helped set me on the path that led me to the person I am today and for that, I am eternally grateful. For me, it was an awakening.  It might be something completely different for you, but I really hope it isn’t.  I hope you feel the same intensity that I did while I was there.  I hope you establish the bonds with people that will change the way you think about the world.  I hope that you can walk away feeling as though you have learned enough about the kind of woman that you hope to be that you have some idea on how to get there.

Actual Blog:
The recent graduation of Emma, one of my very favorite people, has had me thinking about beginnings; in particular, the beginnings for a young woman.  I have had the opportunity to see her grow from a pre-adolescent into a young woman.  I got to watch her accept her high school diploma and I welled up with tears; happy tears, excited tears, sad tears.  I have unfortunately not had this opportunity with many of the people in my own family due to the distance between us, so I am incredibly grateful for getting to witness her transformation.  She is still the tender age of eighteen, however, so from my perspective still a youngling; a fresh little flower of a woman who is on the precipice of finding her way in this world.  I think about all that lies ahead for her and as I recall all of the stages that I went through myself, I feel compelled to bestow upon her some lessons learned.  

So my sweet, snarky, fabulous EC, this blog is for you....

First and foremost, being a woman of confidence is both difficult and complicated.  Being able to shed your insecurities or grow beyond them is no easy task.  In fact, it is so difficult that I have only met a handful of ladies who have ever really been able to accomplish it.   If you are able to overcome all of the things you fear most about yourself, through whatever means you are able, you have overcome the first great hurdle of being a woman…and a human being…but for the purpose of this blog we are focusing on the female gender.  Now, your next great challenge is to contending with other women (contending with the male variety probably deserves a blog of its own).  

In my experience, there are three types of women you will meet; women of confidence, women with no confidence and women who PRETEND to have confidence. 

I’m going to focus on the women of confidence for two reasons.  First, because I believe you are destined to be one of them.  Second, because this blog is supposed to focus on positive things.  This said, I will offer only a few thoughts on the other two varieties and leave it at that. 

A woman with no confidence can be a good and loyal friend.  You will be able to mentor her and help her find her path.  You will have to be kinder to her than you are probably used to, but that’s okay.  Some people are more fragile than others, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be strong so long as they have someone who is patient and willing to allow them to figure out how to find it within themselves. 

A woman with no confidence that pretends to have confidence is likely the most dangerous creature on the planet.  She will be jealous of you because she wants what you have.  She will befriend you and then do the best that she can to take on as many of your qualities as she can and drain you of your own strength if you let her.  She talks a big game and crumples under anything resembling a challenge, criticism or real life in general.  She surrounds herself with cheerleaders and, under no circumstance, does she want anyone to tell her the truth about her actions and how she is perceived.  If you can’t make her feel better about herself, then you are her enemy.  She is like a pod person horror movie.  Stay away from her at all costs and instead chose to spend your time with women with a true sense of self.

Find like-minded women and spend the rest of your days thankful for being smart enough to spare yourself the drama.  Another woman of confidence will at once recognize how much you kick ass and adore you.  She will see you as an ally.  She will want your advice, and she will give you amazing advice of her own.  Above all, she will not see you as a threat or “the competition” because she is secure enough in herself to know her own value and not begrudge you for yours.  These are the women who you can establish mutually beneficial relationships with as they will be able to contribute to making you a better human, via a work or personal relationships, without draining you of all that makes you awesome.  Sadly, these women are harder to find than they would be if all were right with the world. 

Society holds women back from achieving this kind of relationship.  We are constantly pitted us against one another…if you don’t look like supermodel X, you aren’t pretty.  If you aren’t as successful as CEO Y, you aren’t smart.  If you make a mistake, ever, then you are fallible and not worthy of the title of Super Girl.  The most important thing to remember in becoming a woman of confidence is to STOP comparing yourself to other women.  There will always be another woman out there who is smarter than you, or prettier than you, or does better cart wheels than you.  The very second you can understand that, accept it and revel in what you have to offer the world; it will open up to you in ways that you never imagined.   

Smart people make heinous mistakes.  Being beautiful is way more complicated than being pretty.  There is a process of reflection and self improvement that every woman needs to go through in order to get to a place where she is truly accepting of herself.   The first step in this is being honest with yourself about your strengths and your weaknesses and not being afraid to be honest with other people about these things.

Don’t mistake women who have insecurities and own them as women without confidence.  It takes a huge sense of self awareness to admit you make mistakes, own them and learn from them.  If someone is willing to admit this about themselves, they have the kind of strength you should surround yourself with.  Even if they can’t always recognize it in themselves, you will be able to see it in them.

So, I guess to summarize, be proud of every little piece of what makes you who you are.  Don’t let anyone make you feel guilty for it, but find people who think you kick as much ass as I think you do.  

Homework: Read this poem, Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou.  A friend once told me that it reminded her of me because I made her proud to be a woman.  To date, it is one of the greatest compliments I have ever received. 

Also, know that I love you and I always have your back.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Day 43 - Going to the Movies with my McMen

I'm going to keep this short and sweet because I have to make dinner.

Joel, Riley and I went to "The Woman in Black" today.  I like sitting between them because they each have their own running commentary on a movie which I find delightful.  Riley kept saying "OH MY GOD.  Why are you still in this house?" and Joel kept saying "This is the worst Harry Potter movie I have ever seen."

When I wasn't hiding behind my own hand, I was giggling like a little girl.

Day 42 - My Kindle Fire

One of my Christmas presents from Joel was a Kindle Fire.  I always have this initial aversion to new technology.  I guess I'm waiting for the day when I can't figure it out. 

When I got it, I downloaded Facebook, Angry Birds and a MahJong, which is all I've used it for since the beginning of December. The thing is that I really love books.  I like holding them, I like paging through them.  When I decided I wanted a tablet device, it was because I assumed that the books would cost a significant amount less since there was no production cost associated with them.  When I discovered that they were still $10+, I couldn't imagine paying as much money for a book that I couldn't touch.

Well, last evening, I was inspired to start exploring the book marketplace and I found a Dean Koontz novella, a prequel to one of his recent books.  Back in the late 80's early 90's, he was my favorite author.  I would not have been willing to buy one of his books at this point, but I could download a sample to read...which I did.  It was really fascinating.  The writing reminded me of the old Dean Koontz that I loved, creepy like The Hideaway.  When I got to the end of the sample, I decided to buy the novella with one click for $1.99.  It was a great story, so great that I then bought the subsequent book.  These are the kind of books that I don't want to have on my shelf, but I love reading. 

The perfect use for my new device.  I'm happy to have discovered that Dean Koontz is writing something that interests me again and I'm happy that I didn't have to go to a store to buy it. 

Day 41 - Kai's Baking

Kai is one of my very best friends in the whole world.  Luckily for me, Kai is also an amazing baker.  She has baked so many things, way too many for me to recall, that have made me happy.  

But today, I'm going to focus on birthday cakes.*

Four years ago, Kai made me an Almond Raspberry cake for my birthday.  It was the most delicious cake I had ever eaten.  Three years ago, she made me a whole pan of Tiramisu which is my favorite dessert of all time.  Two years ago, she made me a Blue Suede cake.  She knows how crazy I am about Red Velvet cake, but wanted to put her own spin on it so she put blue dye instead of red and called it Blue Suede in honor of my love of Elvis Presley.  She is basically the best person in the history of ever.  Last year I gave her a birthday off and bought a cake.  While it was amazing, but it was no Kai Cake.


This year, I told her that all I wanted for my birthday was another Almond Raspberry cake.  I was at Kai's for dinner and a sleep over on Friday and low and behold, this beautiful cake was waiting on the counter:


This is what made me happy on Friday.  It made me happy again when I had a leftover piece yesterday.  This evening, it will make me happy for the third time when Joel, Riley and I finish it off. 


* She also made Beck a Chocolate Cherry cake with cherry liquor in the cream filling which was freaking awesome.  It was not my birthday cake and I did say that there were so many delicious things that I couldn't name all of them, but this cake was so tasty that I felt it was worth mentioning.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Day 40 - Lush

I was trying to wait until later in the year to blog about this, but I went in tonight to buy some face masks for my girlie slumber party tomorrow evening.  There is no more putting it off.  I. LOVE. LUSH.  Lush products consistently make me happy at least once a day, every day. In fact, I am a Lushie for life.  There are several reasons for this. 

Reason 1:
It has been an amazing bonding experience for Shonna and me.  The first time I ever stepped into Lush, she was with me.   It was March 5, 2011.  Please don’t ask me why I know this.  We spend a fair portion of our time together talking about Lush products.  I think it is because we both like learning about new things, comparing, making lists.  We like debating the pros and cons of certain ingredients and scents.  I know this might sound ridiculously boring to most people, but for us it is fascinating.  From what I’ve heard, it sounds like the same kind of pleasure or comfort that people derive from video games.  It isn’t “mindless”, but it is relaxing.

Reason 2:
I love the Bellevue Lush, mostly because I love the people who work in the Bellevue Lush.  I go into this store every 2-3 weeks.  My bank account wishes this was an overstatement or exaggeration.  My body, mind and soul wish it would happen more often.  It has become my new Happy Place*. There are a handful of ladies that recognize Shonna and me the second we walk through their gateway to olfactory heaven.   They are helpful, they are kind, they are knowledgeable and they are super excited about their products.  I’ve only ever been to one other Lush store and I found the staff to be super pushy and the bath products to be mediocre at best because they kept them in the window, which dried them out.  At Bellevue Lush, that is not the case.  They are enthusiastic, but they aren’t up my ass the whole time I’m browsing.  Mostly, since they know us, they usher us to the new stuff to tell us about it.  They are darling and I look forward to seeing them when I go in.  Also, they don’t have any windows but even if they did, they would be smart enough to put the more protected products in direct sunlight.

Reason 3:
Lush products have done wonders for my skin.  My skin is pretty decent by nature, but they make it super extra soft and glowy.  When people tell me I look young…well…the Lushie goodness gets all of the credit.  The soaps are really moisturizing, so much so that I don’t really need lotion anymore.  And even if none of that was true, the smell alone would be compelling enough for me to buy them.  I have tried more products than I should probably admit and I have loved almost every one as equally as the next.  People who love this shit as much as I do painstakingly make it, so the quality bar is set really high.  All this said, while the price point of their products is a bit high, I believe they are worth every penny.

Reason 4:
Nothing relaxes me in time of stress like a Lush bath.  I have a system.  I make myself a little bath time cocktail which consists of half of a bath melt, half of a bubble bar and half of a large (or one whole) bath bomb.  I play with scents and colors.  I grab my wine and a book, put on my favorite playlist and sink into my tub.  Joel refers to my endgame at work as “Bath Season” since I spend at least an hour every evening in the bath.  I can literally and figuratively wash the rest of the world away while I am in there.  There is no bliss like the bliss of a Lush bath.  I drew one for Emma when she was here over Christmas.  She came out saying “The water didn’t even feel like water!”  That is right my sweet girl, it was transformed into something else.  Some kind of luxuriously delightful thing that cannot be explained until it is experienced.

I have converted so many people into Lushies that if it were a pyramid scheme I would be considered at least a co-pilot by now.  I went through the exercise of gathering most of my Lush products tonight for the photo op.  I was kind of terrified to do this.  First and foremost, it is photographic evidence in the case that Joel ever wants to explore the question "How much does my wife spend there anyway?"  Not really all that accurate though as it turns out, since I forgot some stuff, didn’t include my soap backstock which is in my freezer and is obviously missing all of the stuff I have tried and used up.  The good news is, once I saw it all together, I realized it is not nearly as extensive as Shonna’s and that weirdly made me feel more reasonable.  ;)


This is a shot of most of my products.  The rubbermaid contains bath bombs; along with one lonely, discontinued shower bomb.  The jar contains bubble bars and bath melts.  The rest of the stuff is Lushie goodness that cannot be so simply categorized.


These are my shampoo bars and the soaps that I currently have in the shower.  I hate smelling the same every day and require a variety.  




* My previous Happy Place was Enexile in Fremont.  The owner moved to Savannah a few years ago and I’ve been on the hunt for a new one since.  Lush is actually less expensive, so I guess it all worked out in the end.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Day 39 - Diamond Candles


I should start by admitting that Joel and I are overgrown children.  The one and only time that we have managed to wait until the actual holiday at hand to exchange presents with each other was Christmas of 2011; the only reason I made him wait was because it was the first year that we didn’t have plans with family.  I knew if we opened up all of our presents early we would have no other gifts to open on Christmas Eve and the thought of that was unbearable.  

So.

I got the first part of my Valentine’s Day present last Saturday, which was the complete Harry Potter Series on Blu-ray.  The reason Joel broke down and gave it to me was because as soon as I got back from Shonna’s, I gave him the pajama pants that I had sewn for him myself…at Shonna’s…which were finished literally less than two hours before I handed them over.

Last night as I was getting ready to get in the bath, I got part two of my present.  

Behold…


The Diamond Candle, which is now one of my favorite gifts of all time.  What makes this candle so special?  

One could reasonably assume that it is because my husband picked out this scent, which I happen to think is AMAZING.  Rose, sandalwood, musk and a hint of patchouli (because I only like my candles to smell a little bit like hippies).  When I stayed at the ITC Mughal in Agra, I asked the concierge if she could tell me what scent they piped through the air system because it was so intoxicating.  Then, because I’m a genius, I got distracted and left before she got back and answered me.  This scent reminds me of that smell.  This scent also proves that Joel actually pays attention when I ramble on about the smells that I like.  Well done Joely!  Massive husband points for you!

I suppose what I am saying is that this would be a pretty spot on assumption.

The other thing though, that makes this candle so awesome, is that there is a RING hidden INSIDE the candle.  Did that just blow your mind?  

It is in a wee little foil package to protect it, and you burn the candle down to the point that the wax around it melts then pick it out with a tweezers.  Who was the diabolical genius that thought up this bad boy? As if this wasn’t amazing enough, there is this whole ring collecting & trading community.  It combines three of my favorite things; 1 – Baubles, 2- Candles, 3- Being a competitive bastard.  I’m over the moon about this thing.  

Of course, there might have been a tiny flaw in his plan as I will now have to obsessively buy them at $25 a pop until I get the ring worth $5000.


(Bonus: Picture of Joely’s Valentine’s Day Pants!  As soon as I saw the fabric I knew that it had to be made into pants and they had to be his.)