I was going for pink pants, but had to reign it in a little. Check out my style board for a couple getting married in Waikiki on Boutonnieres and Bow Ties!
Wednesday
Wood-Paneling
When I was in high school, I had a thing for wood-paneling. Coincidentally, my best friend's parents had a seriously old-school station wagon (leather three-seater up front and sweet faux bois siding? Hell yes!) that I spent many a ride in. Unfortunately, they did not sell it to me for $1, as their daughter had shrewdly offered - most likely due to the fact that I was not yet 16 and would have probably borrowed the dollar from their own child.
This later turned into a quest for the Jeep Wagoneer, which is no longer in production and somewhat of a collector's item. After all these years, I spied it today in the perfect navy color in Tommy Hilfiger's fall 2010 ad campaign.
A tiny monogram on the door? Just rude.
Though I think those tires need replacing before this hits my driveway. Just saying, Tom Tom.
This later turned into a quest for the Jeep Wagoneer, which is no longer in production and somewhat of a collector's item. After all these years, I spied it today in the perfect navy color in Tommy Hilfiger's fall 2010 ad campaign.
Photo via Habitually Chic
A tiny monogram on the door? Just rude.
Though I think those tires need replacing before this hits my driveway. Just saying, Tom Tom.
Tuesday
Gooooooaaaaalllllllllll!
Jon: 2 - CFA: 0
Una passed Level 2 of the CFA!
Bring it on, Level 3! (Uh, that would be a year from now.)
Congratulations! I am so proud of you!
Monday
My Life in Cliff's Notes
Ahh! Boy, have we been busy. I still have photos from the U.P. with Anne and "Donuts" (real name, Jonas - perhaps I had one drink too many when someone said hello to the native Yuper, prompting me to mishear the pronunciation), pics from the national disaster storm and updates from Jon's mom's visit this past weekend. Here's the Cliff's Notes version:
View from Mackinac Island, a horse-and-carriage only town that is about as picturesque as it gets. Obviously we visited three bars.
The Upper Peninsula is a series of islands. Main mode of transportation? Boat.
Sunset over the water and one of the many islands near Anne's cabin. Perhaps the most relaxing place I've ever been to. Check it out: http://www.michigan.org/Partners/Great-Waters/Default.aspx?NRC=TM_GG&NRX=TM9687&gclid=CJK0k6S6iaMCFaQ65Qod7XYlhg
Back in Milwaukee for? Thursday's Tornado
Submerged Parking Lot
Normally a very busy street, sans floating telephone poles.
Bystander's photo of the sinkhole. Looks like a Jerry Bruckheimer movie.
This person should A) be seriously concerned and B) in a scuba suit.
Flower birthday cake, a la Wednesday's flower arranging class, for Lynne (Una's mom). Also had my first cake decorating class, though it was not interactive. And no, we didn't get to eat the cake. Clearly not the class I thought I was signing up for.
Per usz, our weekend was centered around food, food and more food. Such as: Mexican, sushi, brats, hot dogs, crepes (above), custard, buttered popcorn (yes!), Comet Cafe and more. Of course we're chubbier.
Brady Street Festival - you can't be asked to listen to music without somewhere to put your drink! What kind of people ask you to stand and hold your beer? Rude people, that's who.
Wing Zone mascot. Embarassment factor: 1 jillion (that's more than a million or billion people, I made it up). Loving it? 100%.
Lounging on the porch. Just before Lynne nearly lost a finger trying to move her bone.
Milwaukee skyline via a harbor/river boat tour. To be repeated with future guests - perfect weather and gorgeous views.
Anyone up for a visit?
Thursday
Simon Cowell & A Sinkhole
After American Idol blazed through Milwaukee yesterday for one of its open auditions, a tornado and massive, violent thunderstorms decided to reap their wrath on the city. As Una, Una's mom and I drove across the bridge from our new place to dinner, we quickly found ourselves stranded at the top of the bridge with visibility of . . . 5 feet. Literally. Fog and rain surrounded us in torrents. By the time we got off the closest exit (to discover a manhole burst open and overflowing in a major downtown street) we realized we were complete and utter idiots for attempting to drive in such weather.
5 hours later we are currently stuck in the house as snake lightening (touching the ground - and two people - across the entire city), flash flooding and overall mayhem continues. 25,000 people have lost power, an Escalade tumbled into a massive sinkhole just blocks from our old house and the rain continues to build.
8 inches and counting.
5 hours later we are currently stuck in the house as snake lightening (touching the ground - and two people - across the entire city), flash flooding and overall mayhem continues. 25,000 people have lost power, an Escalade tumbled into a massive sinkhole just blocks from our old house and the rain continues to build.
Photo vis JSonline.com
8 inches and counting.
Monday
Festa Lasagna
We made it to Festa Italiana Saturday night after packing everything we owned. I was so exhausted I referred to it as Festa Lasagna to the cashier. Most likely offensive, but not nearly as offensive as the food that was offered. Jon ate chicken parm, an Italian sausage and gelato. I had penne and meatballs and a bag of buttered popcorn. The butter gathered at the corner of the bag and leaked onto my right foot and flip flop. Still didn't stop me from eating all of it.
While there was a tremendous sand castle that took 350 hours to build and stood 20 feet tall with a giant Pinocchio presiding at the top, the rest of the festival is really about eating. Here is a sample menu:
Yes, that is a fried sirloin sandwich called the "Steak Bomb," as well as a genius invention called "Pizza Fries." And still no one believes me back home when I tell them about the food here.
While there was a tremendous sand castle that took 350 hours to build and stood 20 feet tall with a giant Pinocchio presiding at the top, the rest of the festival is really about eating. Here is a sample menu:
We'll Just Bathe in Beer
Jon saw the inside of our new rental house Saturday at 4:00 PM and loved it. Whew! Thank goodness.
Though any excitement about the new place quickly dissolved into temporary fury over the forty sealed boxes blanketing the floor. How do we have this much crap?! We donated/threw out five garbage bags full of stuff. And this after the yard sale we had a few weeks back. Seriously - we had to make two trips in a 17 foot U-Haul. Una, our hired movers and I were drenched in sweat (thank you, 90 degree Sunday), while Veloc rested coolly with her summer haircut, with no responsibilities other than eating bones and panting in the dirt under her favorite tree in the old backyard.
We have no internet access until Thursday, which I realized last night after we finished unloading boxes and Hagrid-sized furniture, finally calmed Panic Pants (the elderly just don't like change!) and then keeled over onto the unmade mattress in the air conditioned bedroom. Conclusion: I would give up running water to have internet access.
We'll just bathe in beer.
Though any excitement about the new place quickly dissolved into temporary fury over the forty sealed boxes blanketing the floor. How do we have this much crap?! We donated/threw out five garbage bags full of stuff. And this after the yard sale we had a few weeks back. Seriously - we had to make two trips in a 17 foot U-Haul. Una, our hired movers and I were drenched in sweat (thank you, 90 degree Sunday), while Veloc rested coolly with her summer haircut, with no responsibilities other than eating bones and panting in the dirt under her favorite tree in the old backyard.
We have no internet access until Thursday, which I realized last night after we finished unloading boxes and Hagrid-sized furniture, finally calmed Panic Pants (the elderly just don't like change!) and then keeled over onto the unmade mattress in the air conditioned bedroom. Conclusion: I would give up running water to have internet access.
We'll just bathe in beer.
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