Life happened again...

This past weekend was my friend Kelly’s bachelorette party. These kind of events always make me a little nervous as I’m not the type to prance around town with accessories made of man parts…I’ll take a classy strand of pearls over a pee-pee necklace thankyouverymuch. And no, I will not suck anything off of a shirt for a buck. But thank GOD my friends are on the same page and this was one classy shindig. We did, however, leave Kel with a present she can cherish forever. With sharpies in hand we all scripted our best “advice for the bachelorette” on a shirt the both of them could fit into. I’ll spare you the details (and pictures) and simply say that Nathan and Kelly have some great words to live by and even wear if they ever felt the urge.

I reminisced today to when I was in her shoes (great ones, of course)…all of the wonderful, gracious, loving advice that friends and family shared with me as I prepared to marry my best friend. Always kiss goodnight. Never go to bed angry. Laugh together often. However I don’t think anyone could have prepared us for what life has handed us these past few months (see the little sentence in the first blog post and repeat). And I’m so thankful for that. I don’t think life really comes with an instruction book - it’s what we figure out together that has been the most precious of all things. The little bumps we’ve hit along the road this year have brought us closer together and forced us to rely on what brought us together in the first place. Love. And knowing that as long as we focus on how truly blessed we really are, we’ll be ok. We’ll figure it out. The bills will get paid and we will have food on the table… but most importantly, we will have a whole heck of a lot of love in our hearts.

And the award goes to...

Well the award for biggest blog fail goes to….Me. It’s been an eternity since my last post and although I think about blogging about life happening on a regular basis, I just haven’t. I’m not one for excuses but ever since my laptop crashed and burned it has been a chore to get online. So rather than rush out to the local Apple store (come on, unemployment doesn’t pay that good), I had to dust off the prehistoric laptop I got when I graduated high school (the one that barely made it through college because Dells are just that awesome) to continue the job search, answer emails, and periodically check facebook. But alas, here I am with one hell of an overdue blog post about life happening.

Where do I even begin? This summer has been nothing short of an adventure filled with great friends, great golf shots, awesome pool days, and yes, even some interviews. Oh yeah, and one big hole in the side of my house. Yes, you read that correctly. I even got a chuckle out of the insurance lady as she asked me to tell her again what really happened. See exhibit A:



Let me tell you there is nothing like coming home from running a few errands to a note on your door regarding the car that drove through the side of your house. I’m thankful that some people in this world are still decent human beings and leave notes in situations like this. Husband immediately called the number scribbled on the note and within 5 minutes, the son-in-law of the fossil that couldn’t find the break pedal was at our front door. We invited him in and he calmly strolled through our house and on into the garage. Obviously he had to take the long way, well, because the garage door didn’t exactly work properly.

As he was assessing the damage, he said to me and husband so matter-of-factly, “Well last time she did this, I just patched up the wall and painted.” Pause...LAST TIME?! EXCUSE ME, she has driven through this wall previously?!? Oh yes, the previous owners also had the pleasure of coming home to this mess. I’m sorry, but maybe she shouldn’t be driving any more if crashing through walls is becoming her signature move. I understand forgetting to signal every now and then, but when driving thru your neighbor’s walls gets to be a habit, its time to surrender your keys. Just sayin’. Oh and did I mention my car was trapped in the garage during this fiasco? And only by the hand of God himself was my car untouched (he must have known that would have thrown us over the edge). But somehow that car needed to get out pronto for an interview (see, I wasn’t lying). And it did, after numerous contractors meticulously took apart the garage door piece by piece. What. A. Mess. They asked if I could go a few weeks without a garage door and I guess it was the look on my face that provided them with the answer they weren’t exactly looking for. So they worked tirelessly in the hot Colorado sun trying to piece back together what once was my garage door.

So after several insurance estimates, endless phone calls to the insurance company, and not one single apology from the one responsible for the damage, we still have one giant hole in our house. And as we head out to run errands today I hope and pray that we return to our house untouched and not a single note on the front door.