Thursday, April 11, 2013

Month Nine

Six Years Dating - Nine Months Wed

Two close friends of mine recently told me that most couples gain weight their first year of marriage. Well they weren't kidding. Similar to the freshman fifteen, I am coining the term, "The Wedded Ten."

Mr. and Mrs. B are eating too much. We are gaining weight. It may not look it in photos, but jeans are getting tight. I've gained 4lbs since my last doctors visit. We crave gelato after every meal.  We are traveling too much. We are eating unhealthy. We are addicted to our DVR. We barely walk our dog. Oh and full disclosure, the beach shorts Mr. B has on in that photo above, well they aren't buttoned. Just being honest.

However, when Mr. B is out of town, I usually lose a few pounds. He is the cook, I am not. So I live off of bagels, grilled cheese, tuna, bread and lately, hummus. However, the other night, I decided to make spaghetti. How do you know how many noodles to boil? I can never seem to get it right and end up making enough to feed everyone on my block. Instead of sharing, it worked in my favor because I had enough left overs to last me the rest of the week.

So as I sit here eating spaghetti for the third night in a row, I realized we are only three months away from celebrating one year. Seriously, where have the last nine months gone? This time last year I was making dessert signs, going to dress fittings, ordering cookies, sending invitations, and planning last minute details. I suppose all the free time we've had this year has been spent baking, cooking and eating. Explanation of why we need new pants.

Recap of Month Nine:
  • On St. Patrick's Day, it was six years, to the day that we started dating. We toasted with a green beer. 
  • We spent a weekend in Savannah with good friends. We are already discussing the plan for next year.
  • Mr. B went to the USA soccer game against Costa Rica. They tailgated in the snow.
  • Although Spring arrived this month, Old Man Winter was still around. It gave Mr. B an excuse to wear all of his Carhartt clothing (at once) to shovel, without me complaining.
  • We made home-made perogies this month. It took us over four hours. 
  • We turned our clocks ahead this month. Our microwave is still one hour behind. #lazy
  • The Finding Nemo sequel was announced featuring my favorite fish, Finding Dory. Too bad we have to wait until 2015 to see it.
  • Mr. B wore his wedding band to bed a few times this month. That was a first. 
  • We hosted Easter Dinner for the first time. The bunny brought him a basket, but forgot mine. 
  • Mr. B's baby truck was hit this month, while parked at the airport. The culprit didn't leave a note.
  • My bible study ended this month. I already miss the girl time.
  • A friend of ours from our hometown recently moved to Cheyenne. All he and Mr. B talk about are rivers, lakes, and mountains. I suppose we are going to be busy this summer. 
  • Mr. B shaved his beard this month. I barely recognized him, so it's growing back. #beardsarehot 
  • I am addicted to hummus. So much, that I have been found eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
  • My in-laws traveled all month long. We miss them. 
  • I lost my glasses on our return flight from Savannah and replaced them with a pair of Warby Parker's. Now I need to convince Mr. B he needs a pair too. 
  • We got stuck on a plane in Atlanta, during a hail storm. I was scared, Mr. B was not.
  • Remember that bread recipe book Mr. B left at the grocery story last month. Well, guess what, they threw it away. So much for those delicious recipes.
  • We added another concert to our Summer list. We will be singing Wagonwheel at the top of our lungs while Darius Rucker strums his guitar. 
  • Mr. B won't stop talking about camping. He reminds me every day that we had already camped this time last year.
  • We filed our taxes this month. First time as a married couple. I made more when I was single. 
  • My brother turned 23 this month. When did I get old?
  • Mr. B took me to Cracker Barrel for brunch one Sunday. It made me excited to grow old together and sit in those adorable rocking chairs out front. 
  • Mr. B traveled to Utah this month. He had a hard time adjusting to the "dry state" rules. Untappd wasn't getting much activity. 
  • We skyped while Mr. B was away. He really needs an iPhone so we can facetime.
  • I traveled to Dallas this month and spent the entire trip inside. It rains every time I am there. 
  • April Fools Day was this month. Mr. B didn't fool me. #weweretoobusyeating

To close this out, I ask Mr. B each month if he has something to say. His comment was, "We are getting fat." How appropriate, given the fact we'll be celebrating this month at a Cooking Class in Denver tomorrow night. With three months to go, we really are getting closer and closer to that "Wedded Ten."

Chubby or not, I love you just the same, Mr B. I hope you agree.

Rather than show photos of us in our tight jeans, I leave you with a few photos of Monty instead.

Lovin' Life
Snow Dive for Toys
How can you not smile?

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Have You Heard of Warby Parker

Glasses are expensive. End of story.

Okay, not end of story, but a very true statement. When returning from our trip to Savannah last month, I left my glasses on the plane. I filed a claim with Delta and of course, they were never found. Surprise, surprise. It just so happened that a friend of mine in Raleigh had gotten a new pair of specs recently and shared the website with me.

Insert: Warby Parker. A designer glasses company that was created to make boutique-quality eye wear at a revolutionary price point. So rather than spend $300, just to see the world more clearly, majority of the WP glasses are only $95! That includes, the frames, the lenses, the anti-reflective coating and the anti-scratch protection. Not only are they cost effective, they are stylish too - vintage with a modern twist. And the greatest part of all, they have a "Buy a Pair, Give a Pair" program [similar to TOMS]. Watch the video, it will make you want glasses, even if you don't need them.

As for how the process goes for purchasing the perfect pair of frames online, instead of having to making the decision in the middle of the gallery at your eye doctor's office: you go to their site, upload a photo of yourself and start dragging different styles to your photo. You can adjust them to fit, so it gives you a sense of how they are going to look in person. Once you're done playing dress up, you choose five pair that you think look good on you. It's even better if you choose a few that are a little out of the ordinary for your style.

From there, Warby Parker ships those five samples to your house, for...FREE.

You pick them up at your doorstep:

Warby Parker's Arrived

You try 'em on:

Warby Parker Trial
[Styles from Left to Right -- Reynold; Bensen; Langston; Reece]

Take pictures and text them to your friends and family. Ask them for their honest opinions, I did. But be prepared to receive a full range of feedback. Some will love them and some will hate them. At the end of the day, chose your favorite.

You Pick a Winner:

Marshall - Cherry Red

Make a quick stop at your eye doc's office, and request a copy of your prescription. Once you have that, place your order! Note: If you don't like any of the glasses you selected, you can send them back and choose five more.

If you can't decide the first day, you can sample them for a total of five days before you send them back. I actually kept mine a few days after I placed my order, just because I loved wearing them around. Is it weird wearing glasses with no prescription? I think not! Oh and get this, you don't even have to pay shipping costs, the return label is included. Awesome.

Seven days after I placed my order, I was wearing my very own pair of Warby Parker's.

You go out in style:

Stylin' and Lovin'

Last week, I spent three days with my colleagues in Dallas and if any were wearing glasses, I told them about this website. I'm so happy about my new specs and have fallen completely in love with this company. The experience was easy, choosing them was fun, receiving them was exciting, sampling them for five days was enjoyable, and purchasing my favorite pair was easy on the wallet. And beyond having a great shopping experience, at the end of the day, Warby Parker is helping people. Who wouldn't want to buy from a company who is sharing their wealth and heart with people in need.

If I can't convince you to buy yourself a pair, maybe Ryan Gosling can. He was spotted wearing a pair the same day I placed my order :)

Go sample a few pair, you won't regret it.

Monday, April 8, 2013

A Bores Easter

Where does the Easter Bunny eat breakfast?

You Got Dyed!


My girl Ellen, shared that joke on Classic Joke Monday, so I can't take credit for it. Mr. B didn't think it was very creative. In fact, he thinks the bunny should eat at the "Candy Bar" instead. Of course, he always has beer on the mind.

Anyway, I am sitting here listening to the wind whip through the trees in anticipation of this late winter storm moving through. With Spring comes Easter, but with Colorado comes snow. Our weathermen anticipate 6-12 inches tomorrow and it's April 8th. April, I said. Oh well, we need the moisture, so I won't complain.

I digress.

Easter was full of friendly love around the Bores House. My family, of course, was enjoying time well spent in Pennsylvania. My in-laws were strolling the River Walk in San Antonio. And my brother and sister-in-law were working overtime. So needless to say, Mr. B and I were on our own. Thankfully we had some friends in town. One who recently moved to Cheyenne [about an hour north of us] and one who is in town to complete a job in the Denver area, but both are from our home town. It is always nice to see familiar faces and it was the perfect excuse to host Easter Dinner.

Easter Guests
The Set-Up

Mr. B was up early to smoke the ham, while I slaved in the kitchen baking casseroles, scalloped potatoes, and angel food cake. If you know anything about my cooking skills, you probably wouldn't be excited to eat at my house. However, when boys are hungry, boys will eat. Plus, they had no idea I lack experience in the kitchen and I don't think they noticed (whew!). The boy in Cheyenne lives off of frozen chicken patties and the other had plans of eating Easter Dinner at the McDonald's drive-thru. I can assure you, I may not be the next Iron Chef, but a home-made meal beats a Big Mac any day!

Carving the Ham
A Mrs. B Creation
Hungover and Hungry

Easter dinner was a success...

Food Coma

As for the dyed eggs - I love coloring them and Mr. B likes eating them. To get a sneak peak of what our Easter tradition looks like around here, watch this short film created by the Mr.

Monty gets me every time. I just love that dog!

Bunny Chasing

from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Hope y'all had a Hoppy Easter. xo.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

St. Patrick's Day in Savannah, Georgia

It's hard making friends when you are 26 years old. Most people are getting married, focusing on their careers, moving to new places, or even making babies. Life is consuming at this age and it's challenging to find the time to meet new people. When you do though, you never let them go.

Scotty J and I met at Penn State Altoona. Without him I never would have passed my sophomore algebra or economics class - thank God for smart people. We both moved after college and one Fall day in 2011, I received a call from him. He and his girlfriend Steph, were planning a ski weekend to Colorado and wanted a place to crash. Of course, we love guests and welcomed them with open arms.

Mrs. B introduced them to Moscow Mules (an alcoholic beverage), Mr. B introduced them to A-Basin (a local ski resort), and together we celebrated St. Patrick's Day. It was a weekend to remember and the start of a really great friendship.

Unfortunately, we live 1,433 miles away from each other, so in honor of our first weekend together, we made a pact to celebrate each and every St. Patrick's Day as a group and in a new location. Similar to us, they like to travel, they like to explore, they like trying new things, they like to eat, and they like good beer. Traditions mean a lot to us. Establishing one can be easy, but it's even sweeter when you have people to enjoy it with.

This year, the place was Savannah, Georgia.

We flew to Atlanta and were welcomed with a banner and a "Savannah Survival Kit!" Leave it to good friends to make you feel famous at the airport. We slept at their incredibly furnished house and by morning, Steph was making a homemade quiche and giving her best attempt at "popping" a bottle of champagne. Rather than help with the cooking,  Mr B spent hours forming phrases on their scrabble magnet board - the kid can barely spell. As the morning passed, we toasted with mimosas, packed our bags and hit the road for a five hour drive to the deep south. The drive was nothing short of exciting. Scotty J finger danced to Janet Jackson's Escapade, Mr. B recorded our entire drive on his Go-Pro, we learned a little more about each other by playing Table Topics, and we wore Leprechaun hats with hopes of entertaining truck drivers and getting a free honk. We only got one!

Everyone Needs One of These

Savannah welcomed us with it's charming style. It's a city full of historic architecture, blooming with bright flowers, and lined with large Southern Live Oak trees covered in Spanish Moss. It's exactly the vision you have in mind when you think, deep south, and I was in love.

Forsyth Park - Skills by Mr. B
Couple Photos

Savannah Smiles [a dueling piano bar] hosted our first night. We had the time of our life!! Steph and I spent as much time on the stage as the piano players themselves. She won free drinks for her Thriller dance skills and when Journey started playing I made my way to center stage. We sang along to good jams, paid $40 to have a Steeler Slogan written on the wall, stole letters from the piano, and had an eventful walk back to the hotel that may or may not have included losing the boys and watching Steph literally fall across the street in her best slide-to-first-base-move. It was incredible that she walked away unharmed and with only a few scuffs on her shoes. Savannah got the best of us on night one.

Savannah Smiles
[front row seats]

Saturday was the big celebration! People fly in from all over the country to celebrate St. Patrick's Day in Savannah and watch the famous parade - marchers from all over the world and ladies swarming the ranks of firemen with fresh lipstick kisses. It's a longtime tradition and we stayed in bed. #fail

But if you are going to be a bear, be a grizzly, right? So we forced ourselves out of bed to dress in green and walk to the cobblestone path called River Street! We joined the crowd, bought a few beers, watched women get bucked on mechanical bulls, received kisses from strangers, danced the cupid shuffle in the tunnel, got boat-boners from cargo ships sailing by, met military pilots in training and a "bear" from Germany, watched people stumble on the cobblestone, took naps on the lawn, and forgot sunscreen, so we got burnt!

Happy St. Patrick's Day 2013
Pilots and Aviators

The evening  took us to Georgia's Oldest House - The Pirate House. We met a pirate, played with his sword, looked around for hidden treasure and called the waitress babe. We were in a food coma and feeling tired from the day, so we decided to pay a peddler $20 to pedicab us back to the hotel. It was worth every penny to weave in and out of traffic and people watch along the way.


To recover from our celebration, we put on our swimsuits and drove to Tybee Island on Sunday. The original plan involved renting kayaks and paddling the afternoon away, but the wind ruined our plans. Not only did it ruin our plans, it ruined Stephy's new hat - blew it right into the swamp! It took three people to fish it out. Then, we hit the beach. The girl (me!) who is stuck in the middle of the country for most of the year couldn't wait to put her toes in the Atlantic. Unfortunately, the frigid water temperatures crushed my visions of swimming with the fish, so I walked the beach instead.

Fishin for hats, not fish.
Just be The Johnson's, already - would ya?
Mr B wasn't into my kisses

When the wind and the sea were too much to handle, we headed to the Tybee Island Light House for a quick race to the top. It was unsteady and cold, but had a good view. We snapped a few pictures and walked ran around once, just to say we did it.

Light Station, Tybee Island, GA

After a quick nap and the comfort of warm clothes, we ended our weekend with a seafood overload at the the Crab Shack. Nestled in the center of Tybee Island and surrounded by baby alligators, we watched the bartender beat a bucket like a drum and ate plate-loads from the sea.

The Crab Shack

Traditions are fun, endings never are. So rather than end this post with more words from me, I leave you with an ending from Mr. B. That rhymed.

Capturing memories in a style like this, let's you relive them over and over.

Luck of the Irish

from Scott Bores on Vimeo.

Oh and we can't forget, it was Scotty J and Steph that challenged us to take our Terrible Towels to every new city we visit. That meant, we couldn't leave Savannah without adding a few to the album:

River Street
Forsyth Park
Tybee Beach

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