Snowmobiling...finally

The winter in Upstate New York has been weird to say the least, at least this year.  Any other year we are bombarded with snow from November through March.  Maybe it's because Justin and I invested in a snowmobile, a snowmobile trailer, and gear that we've had nothing but green lawns up until recently.  What a bummer to have all that fun equipment hanging around with nothing to do...  until a friend ours came up with the great idea to go north to Caroga Lake.

Prime Care?

The hubs has been fighting a cold for the last ten days.  He's got a little bit of everything going on.  Head congestion, runny/stuffy nose, sore throat, chills/aches, and a persistent productive cough.  I finally convince him to let me get him an appointment at the local clinic and so I make the call.  One call turns into three before I'm finally awarded an appointment for him.  

Phone call #1 to local clinic:  Has your husband been to our clinic before?  Yes.  He doesn't have a primary care physician on file?  No, our insurance doesn't require one.  Ok, let me see if we have any appointments... no, we don't have any appointments.  Would you like me to check the other satellite offices for appointments?  Yes, please.  I'm sorry, no one has any openings today.  I'll put you on the list for our triage nurse to call you if she can squeeze you in.

"C" is for Crazy Pants

Who watched the Bachelor this week?  This year's season has certainly had it's shares of awkward moments (Blakely and her scrapbook, Jamie and the "Closed/Open Mouth" kiss) but I have to say that Courtney's hometown date takes the cake.  This girl is bat-shit crazy.  An impromptu wedding ceremony complete with handwritten vows??!  Which, I might add, hers were directly stolen from Sex in The City... lame-oh.  Apparently Ben wasn't as weirded out by it as my husband and I were, because when the rose ceremony came to an end she was still there with rose in hand. 

Furry Friday: Roll With It

This past weekend we had dropped our little fur-child off to visit his Grandparents while we wined and dined with friends in Cortland.  Like any good dog mother I packed his food, water, snacks, and even a couple of his favorite toys (not that he doesn't already have a basket full at his Grandparents.)  Well much like a toddler who'd rather play with the box than the toy, his Grandparents discovered that Riley would much rather terrorize an empty paper towel or toilet paper roll than the store bought squeak toys on hand.  

I don't think there's a day that goes by where I don't say that he's so freaking cute.  Sunday when we picked him up was no exception.  My sister Jessie demonstrated his new found affection for fetch with a paper towel roll.  Each time he brought it back to her he would give it the death shake, shred a little bit off of it and then playfully await the next throw.  He was so excited to play this new game that he wore his little self out!  Plopped himself down on the floor with a big grin, puffy cheeks, tongue out, and panting.  Like a dog.  This is unheard of. 

SMH

I only just caught on that SMH = Shaking My Head, so forgive the overuse of it in the old bloggie today.  Anywho, it's time I do a little Bachelor bashing on here.  Last night I was seriously shaking my head that he kept Courtney.  Seriously??  What other red flags does he need?  She's a high maintenance attention whore who loses interest the minute she's not the center of attention.  She flat out says she doesn't have girlfriends, rather has a lot of male friends (gee, I wonder why) and she says things like "the spark's not there."  And don't get me started on her baby talk.  Oyyy..  Hello... I thought the purpose of being "The Bachelor" was to find love.  He keeps saying he likes the girls to be "open and honest" through this process, well buddy if her heart is that fickle that the spark can turn on and off like a light switch I'd say there's a good chance things will not work out with this one. 

Be My Valentine

Kings Wharf, Bermuda

So this year is shaping up to be a good year.  Although my husband combined our thirteen year anniversary with Valentine's and my birthday, the gift he gave me was pretty sweet.  We are going on a cruise to Bermuda!!!  I'm a little excited if you couldn't tell.  I did get chocolates as well, and a bucket of cookies.  Apparently the cookies I ordered for him from Cheryl's arrived yesterday...twice.  I wasn't aware they were running a two for one special, but we'll take it.  I'll just have to double up on my workouts now to account for the cookies and the upcoming cruise.

Furry Friday: Morning Sunshine

Thirteen

I'd participated in a poll not too long ago asking if I choose to celebrate a dating anniversary, a wedding anniversary or both.  Being the better half of a married couple, my response was both.  Here's why:  we were together for so long before getting married that our dating anniversary was our anniversary.  So once we got married, I continued to celebrate it because it was an accurate depiction of how long we've actually been together.  We've only been married for two years, but today marks thirteen years in the history of us as a couple.  In light of reaching thirteen years, because God only knows how we did, I've decided to share thirteen memories and a collage of photos of us through the years.

Furry Friday: Warm Laundry

So it's been a while since I've written a Furry Friday post on the blog.  That doesn't mean my dog hasn't been absolutely adorable for the last two weeks, it just means I haven't been quick enough with the camera.  At any rate, today's blog post is all about laundry.  More specifically Riley Chance's obsession with warm laundry. 

Since both Jay and I commute about 40 minutes to work, Monday through Friday mornings there is little time to dillydally.  I hate ironing with a passion and save it for special occasions (weddings, funerals, business presentations, first day on the job, etc).  So Jay and I have taken to implementing the "dryer trick" on weekday mornings.  For those of you who have yet to benefit from said trick, it's simple.  Get up, pick out your clothes, throw clothes in dryer, add a wet wash cloth or sponge, turn on dryer for 20-30 minutes while you are in the shower.  Voila!  No wrinkles.  There are contraptions that are supposed to do this (example: Mister Steamy) but we've found that they produce more noise than results.  Of course you could purchase a fancy dryer with a steam function for upwards of $1000, however, the "dryer trick" can save you some serious cash if you're not in the market for a new dryer.

Well Caffeinated

I would classify myself as a casual coffee drinker.  I haven't yet made it to a daily cup of joe.  I drink it occasionally when I'm feeling really lethargic or when I'm freezing my junk off at work.  I lean towards a light roast (cream & sugar), flavored coffees (i.e. french vanilla, caramel), lattes, and of course the ever-famous Dunkaccino.  For die hard coffee drinkers, what I drink doesn't constitute as "coffee."  

Seeing as how I'm a lightweight when it comes to coffee, I have noticed that certain brands of coffee seem to have more of an effect on me than others.  I'm guessing this has to do with their caffeine levels, either that or I'm misreading my heart palpitations and should seek medical help.  At first I thought it was only Starbucks coffee which resulted in a few hours of jitters.  Now I can add Bruegger's coffee to the list.  As good as my medium french vanilla with two sugars and 2% milk was, I am still feeling my heart beat in my throat and temples three hours later.  Whoa baby!  This got me wondering just how much more caffeine a coffee at Bruegger's possesses.  The International Coffee Organization reports that the average cup of coffee consists of 80-115 mg of caffeine.  With that said, here's how the usual places stack up: