Posts tagged ‘Friends’

BFF Friends Forever

This week has dragged on but somehow, at the same time, it has gone shockingly fast. But isn’t that the truth about life in general? Here we are and it’s January 14, 2010 and it seemed like just yesterday that we were entering the 2000’s. But how can it only have been two days since Tuesday? This week is dragging and I’m in desperate need of a Saturday with no alarm.

The funny thing about my blog-life is that I view my weeks in blog terms. Monday is usually some story about the weekend, then Ten on Tuesday (which TWENTY EIGHT of you participated in this week… amazing!), Wednesday is the Loser recap, Thursday is a day for me to stretch my imagination, and Friday is either a giveaway or Quick Takes. It keeps my week orderly which is great since it’s the only orderly thing in my life besides my planner.

It’s Thursday. According to my blogenda, that means I should be stretching my imagination. I tried to stretch it but it popped. I’m on the couch watching Stephen take over the Star Wars universe as a really cute Lego Darth Vader and thinking that you all probably wish that you could hang out with us all the time. Because really, nobody is as cool as us.

Tonight we were fortunate enough to watch about 20 minutes of the American Idol try outs… which, for the record, are the only episodes I’ve ever actually seen except that time in college that a girl made me watch a VHS tape of the episode where Kelly Clarkson won. I have no desire to watch people sing two nights a week only to hear them on the radio every 5 minutes for 2 years after the season is over. But that’s not my point. While we were watching, there were these two girls. They were very proud BFF Friends Forever and obviously don’t know what “BFF” actually stands for or else they’d know that the “Friends Forever” part was quite unnecessary. And dumb. They hugged and stared into each other’s eyes and looped arms like those girls did in the hallways of League City Intermediate before I decided to leave that school and go to a place with less arm looping and more tuition. You’re welcome, mom and dad.

What’s up with me and the run-on sentences today?

But really, it was sweet. And it reminded me a lot of you and me. We’re looping internet arms and staring longingly into each others’ web space… or something.  But then I thought, do you really know me? Sure you know me, I tell you things about me every day. But do you know me enough to be my BFF Friend Forever (not to be mistaken with Blog Friend 4 Ever, that role is already taken.) My assumption is no. Specifically because so many of you refer to me on your blogs or via google searches as “Chelsea from Roots and Wings” which is not actually my name. When you have a spare 2 minutes, click on the About Me tab there at the top. It’ll explain that my blog is actually a play on words, titled Roots and Rings (or R&R for short) and it’ll even tell you why I chose that name.

I’ve decided to nominate myself and, well, everyone in my life to answer your questions. In an effort to be your BFF Friend Forever (and more accurately, to have some fun) I’m opening up the floor. Ask away. Ask me or Stephen or my mom or my sister or my Blog Friend 4 Ever or Lyndsey. Anyone.

Stephen, why in the world do you pop Chelsea’s toes?

Momma, have you always had such cute glasses? Did you pick them out yourself?

Chelsea, tell us about this root.

Avery’s dad (Justin), how many poo diapers have you changed?

And so on. You are some of the funniest and most creative people I know… which makes me both scared and excited for my innocent family and friends (who are finding out about this at the exact same time you are, how fun is that???).

Maybe I’ll make a friendship bracelet for the person with the best questions. How’s that for incentive??

January 14, 2010 at 9:21 am 25 comments

Oh, The Anticipation

Last Friday I told you to come back on Monday so we could all talk about our weekends. Then I went and saw Julie & Julia and couldn’t think straight. So I had to get yesterday’s post out of my system and now I”m back to my normal self. Back to the uninspiring posts about Rookie’s seasonal allergies and my frozen Double Stuf Oreo addiction. I apologize. You probably read yesterday’s post and thought, “Wow. She’s really growing. She’s becoming a much more serious writer. This is fabulous.” Nope. I’m not. It was a fluke.

I almost peed my pants on Saturday night.

See. Back to normal.

Really though. Stephen and I went to Austin on Saturday morning. Our friends were in town from Germany. They had limited time in Austin so we made sure to force them to see us as much as possible. We think that if we force ourselves upon people and do our best to be funny and charming, we’ll convince them all to move to Houston. I don’t know if it’s working or not, but we’re not going to let up any time soon.

Some of our old community group met up for lunch at Trudy’s. We ate food that was too spicy for me and I reapplied my Chaptick about 428,9347 times. We caught up and went through the required questions. How are you? How’s your job? How’s your church? How’s your dog? Are you pregnant? etc. etc. etc. So Saturday night when we all met up again, we could just go straight to where we all left off before we all married each other and moved off to random places.

We had a blast. We sat around and talked for a while. Made the boys go outside and talk about us so that we could stay inside and talk about them. Then we gathered again over burgers and beer. We decided to play Catch Phrase. There is almost nothing more fun than playing Catch Phrase with a group of people who share many of the same inside jokes. It was probably the best ab workout I’ve had since I started ignoring Jillian in my DVD player.

Throughout the evening we pumped ourselves up about our upcoming vacation. Ten of us are heading down to Galveston at an undisclosed date to hang out for the weekend. (It’s only undisclosed to you since you aren’t invited. They all know the date.) The more we talked about it, the more excited we got. Cooking, laying out, sitting on the porch at night, playing games, drinking beer. That’s the life. We are counting down the days and can’t wait until it’s finally here.

I love that group of friends. When we get together we laugh until we cry and almost pee our pants. We have history. We knew each other when we were single. Before we had jobs and houses and responsibilities. We’d hang out until all hours of the night because we could.

I’m in the process of developing a friend like that here. Lauren. Remember her? My blog soul mate? My friend date? We live about an hour and a half apart but we are doing everything in our power to pretend that we are actually neighbors. This Saturday we have great plans to hang out all the live long day. We’ll be cooking! This week, Stephen and I are eating our very last meal from our freezer stock. Time to replenish. I’ll tell you more about it later and we have a surprise in store for you on Monday. If you read her blog, you’ll see what the surprise is. If you don’t, you’ll just have to wait and see!!

I know, the anticipation is killing you. Me too.

What did you do this weekend? Anything exciting that would make me jealous? Anything totally boring that will make me appreciate my weekend even more?

August 18, 2009 at 9:37 am 11 comments

Our Lush Life

If you just happened upon this blog and scanned through a few posts, you may assume a few things about Stephen and me. You may assume:

1. We live fantastically interesting lives.
2. We are seriously overweight.
3. We are drunks.

All are wrong. Sorry to disappoint.

We’ll address these one by one.

Our lives are quite normal. Boring even. Last night I spent hours painting my bedroom. (No, I’m still not done. Stop hounding me!) I watched 5 episodes of Friends and laughed the entire way through it. Maybe it was the paint fumes. Or maybe it’s because the sight of Pheobe beating the ever living daylights out of her smoke detector puts me into stitches. I don’t know why I was laughing so hard, it’s a moo point. All I know is that it was hilarious. Stephen worked lake, came home and we had Marie Callender Chicken Parm, he Shredded with Jillian, did the dishes, and checked email. We went to bed at midnight. Thrilling.

The new house in Galveston has definitely added a bit of entertainment to our lives. But beyond that, our lives only seem interesting because I’m an amazing writer. (Oh goodness, I just laughed so hard that my McCafe iced mocha came out of my nose.) No really, I love my life. I love my husband and our pup and the people in our lives. Just please don’t assume that we have fast-paced exciting plans each night. Most nights you can find us on the couch eating dinner and watching America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Number two. We love to eat. And we have issues with self control. You will often read about food, what I’ve cooked, where we ate, etc. While we aren’t the type that encourage double takes on the beach, we are not severely overweight. I’m sure we are both in our recommended weight range. Last I checked, muffin tops aren’t sexy. But really, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that we are fat. Yes we’ve both gained weight since we got married, but we aren’t fat. We are tall people and we use that to our advantage.

Finally, we aren’t drunks. We enjoy beer and wine and an occasional fruity beverage. But who doesn’t?! Who doesn’t like a good Bud Lite with their morning bagel? Or a rum and coke with their nightly vitamins? Right?

(When I was little I used to think it was called Roman Coke… Am I the only one?)

And who doesn’t like to get liquored up before going to NASA for their friend’s award ceremony? Stephen enjoys it. It relaxes him… It’s liquid courage and allows him to talk to important people like Dom Gorie.

Stephen and Gorie

(For legal reasons, let me state that we got this photo from our friend Wes, who got it from the JSC website.)

From the looks of the photo, I’m not sure that Dom supports Stephen’s drinking habits. I believe he is reprimanding him about the appropriate time and place for a beverage. It doesn’t appear that Stephen is able to focus. His toddy is weighing heavily on his eyelids. Shortly after this photo was taken, he found a corner in the auditorium to take a quick power nap. I was left explaining to Dom that my husband is a narcoleptic.

He wasn’t pleased.

I’m not sure why he’s so upset. At least we recycle.

cans

(Totally kidding Mom! No lecture please!)

August 5, 2009 at 9:47 am 20 comments

They’re Not In Texas Anymore

Everyone handles stress differently. Some people eat until they forget that they are worried. More accurately, they eat until they are worried about something else, like their stomach pains or gag reflexes. Some people cry. Some people get angry. Some keep busy. Some people are able to ignore it altogether. These people amaze me.

I fall into a different category. I fall apart. I get knots in my back and terrible migraines. So for the past week, I have been fully prepared to wake up with a headache. The knots are there… in full, golf ball sized form. But I have yet to get a migraine. If I believed in luck I would knock on wood. But I don’t. So can you knock on wood for me?

I think I’m having another strange reaction to my stress. The past few nights I’ve been having some strange dreams. I dream a lot. It’s one of the few good things about not sleeping through the night. But lately, they’ve been weird. Remember way back when, when I was lucky enough to hold a week old baby? The mom is a girl I went to high school with named Lindsay and we were able to meet up to chat and drool all over her precious daughter. Two nights ago I dreamt that she forced me to host her daughter’s one year birthday party. She told me that since I was the first non-family member to hold her baby, it was my responsibility. She also told me that I needed to get a bouncy house. Now don’t get me wrong, if Lindsay asked me to host her baby’s birthday party, I wouldn’t skip a beat. I’d probably make Stephen dress up as a clown and make balloon animals. I’d take a cake decorating class and make baby Ashlyn the cutest, yummiest cake in all of existence. I would get TWO bouncy houses and buy all of the kids some fun socks so they didn’t have to jump in that nasty house with bare feet. But I’m sure that a few seconds into the party I would realize that Ashlyn is only one. She doesn’t jump. She probably hates clowns and is scared of bouncy houses. She would be just as excited about a store-bought cupcake as she would for a homemade fancy cake. And, more importantly, I wasn’t the first non-family member to hold her. This party should be in someone else’s backyard!

Last night I had another weird dream. My friend Lyndsey from Kansas City came to visit me and brought some of her co-workers. They were standing in my living room and between each sentence, she took a puff. Smoking in my house is not okay. Smoking weed in my house is punishable by death. My jaw dropped and I told her that I was ashamed of her. She said, “Oh calm down. It’s normal in Kansas City. It’s classy up there.”

So I woke up wondering if KC really is that different from Houston. Does she really live in a completely different world? I also woke up wondering if I know anyone that isn’t named Lindsay/Lyndsey. It’s weird to think about how different we all are.

I remember a couple weeks ago, Pioneer Woman had just hosted a weekend for a bunch of her high school friends. They chatted and ate and took beautiful pictures. At that time, you could relate. Every couple months I get together with a few of my girl friends from high school to chat and catch up. I realized that the crazy ranch PW lives on in Oklahoma couldn’t be that different from Hurst Castle. And then I read a sentence that changed that thought forever. She was discussing the calm feeling in her house once all of her friends had left and she said,  “The dishwashers have been started.” Dishwashers? With an “s”??? Seriously, Ree, you lost me. (Only for the rest of the post of course, I went back the next day!)

Okay so maybe Ree and I have nothing in common but certainly my friends and I don’t differ that much. I mean, we all lived in the same place at one point. And then I read an email from my friend Rachel. We are friends from high school. She’s been my friend since I was young, ugly, and awkward… that’s how I know she’s for real.

Rach

This is at her wedding. She’s at the top. Since it was her wedding, she got to wear the white dress. I’m the one to the left of her. Wow, look at that. I got sidetracked. Anyways. I got an email from her the other day that, honest to God, had this sentence:

I get crabby if someone screws with my naptime. Like today when my father in law volunteered me to paint signs for a friend with a corn roaster stand at the Ellinwood After Harvest Festival.

I asked Rachel for visual proof of these signs since I’m having a hard time picturing her life. The Rachel I knew was a city girl. She was always quite crafty but she normally just used my walls as an outlet.

I guess we aren’t the same people as we were. We are spread all over the country. The rest of the country is different different than Texas. Hopefully there isn’t a place where weed is classy. But who am I to judge?

July 22, 2009 at 9:40 am 10 comments

Comfortable Guests

I’ve had this one pair of yellow Soffe cheer shorts since 9th grade, 1999 to be exact. It’s 2009, in case you haven’t noticed. (And, no, I wasn’t a cheerleader. Cheer shorts were quite the fad back then, everyone had them.) I still wear them regularly. They are worn around the elastic, probably from being pushed to their limits. I’m not exactly the same size I was 10 years ago. But they are soft. And oh so very comfortable.

 

Comfort drives a lot of areas of our lives. Clothes especially. We have outfits that we know we can count on to fit properly even on the bloated days. But also food. We have “go-to” meals… things that are quick and easy and delicious that we make more often than we’d like to admit to the general public or anyone who isn’t required to love us until death do us part. (Lemon feta chicken is ours… check out the recipe blog for that one. Yum!) We have comfortable shows. You may have seen every episode but you know you can watch it again anyways. Because it’s comfortable, familiar, and there won’t be any surprises.

 

I think this also applies to friends. There are people in your life that are comforable. You know you can turn to them on those bloated days. They aren’t offended if you only need them when you are in a hurry and need something quick. They are those quality friends that often blur the line between friends and family. My friend Jim is one of those. And by default (and vows taken before God and man) Sarah is as well. Stephen and I love them dearly. It had been about 9 months since we’d seen Jim, but seeing him over the weekend felt normal. Conversation was normal, comfortable. Nothing was forced, we didn’t feel like we had to impress them or keep them entertained. We just spent good, quality time hanging out. Those types of friends are hard to come by.

 

Our community group back in Austin bred a lot of those friendships. You’d be shocked to hear how many marriages came out of that group, and how many true friendships were developed. At each wedding we attend, we try to get a picture of the entire group. I remember at our wedding, we saw them taking this picture from a distance. Stephen and I were meeting and greeting and doing the normal bride and groom “thanks for coming, so great to see you” rounds. I heard someone yell “Yeah, a CG picture!” and saw them assembling. A few shots were taken before Stephen and I butted into their picture and scolding them for excluding us. These photos were taken on multiple digital cameras and a few of the table throw-aways. The other day I was going through some old pictures and I found this one:

 

Before Stephen and I cut into the picture.

Before Stephen and I cut into the picture.

Awww, what a nice looking group. They are all smiling and so happy to be there! That’s what I thought too. Then I looked a little closer at this “friend” I call Jim… Take a gander…

 

Top right... the tall fellow...

Top right... the tall fellow...

 

Horns down? At my wedding?

 

I guess I shouldn’t feel bad about forgetting to put pillowcases on their pillows.

May 27, 2009 at 2:19 pm 5 comments


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