Happy Triple 12 day!
How cool is that? Pretty stinkin’ cool, in my opinion.
It’s also a very special lady’s birthday today. Her name is Vera.
Happy birthday, Mom! I won’t tell the whole world how old you are… because I’m a lady. And so are you. I will say that you look pretty darn good for your age!
Enjoy your day and here’s to the best year yet!
In other news:
Happy belated birthday to my dear friend Melissa-and another huge congratulations to you and Jeff on your engagement. I am so excited and happy for you both!
Happy early birthday to my awesome brother-in-law, Elliot! Your card is going to be late. And so will your present.
Hubby is hitting a milestone on Monday. We’ll be celebrating his day in NYC for some foodie and beer awesomeness. We cannot wait. I’ll be taking lots of pictures…as long as my phone doesn’t decide to stop working like it has been.
I apologize for the brief interruption of your regularly scheduled blog posts… I’ve been really busy at work, gotten a horrible cold, caught a really bad stomach bug and had some technology issues (see above note about my phone). But I am working on some really good stuff and I have so much to fill you in on-more challenges, #elf4health, goals for next year, Christmas, food goodness, Farmer Ben’s birthday extravaganza and more!
Happy Hump Day!
WordPress just informed me that I have been blogging for a year… And to be honest, I can’t believe it!
Has it really been a year since I told you about my crazy wedding photo journey?
This got me thinking… what’s changed in the last year?
I’ve made peace with turning 25. Sort of.
I’ve learned a lot of new things. And discovered a lot about myself and those around me.
I’ve lost 28 lbs. After getting married, I gained some weight. A lot more weight than I wanted to. I started and stopped trying to lose weight a few times, and then…about 6 months ago, something clicked. I still have a few more pounds to lose, but I am feeling pretty darn good lately. I’m also in a size I haven’t worn since high school…and I am okay with that.
I am back to running. Last year, I did some running…on occassion. But this year, I am a runner.… I’m doing crazy overnight races… and huge races in other states… and now I am planning more races. Some say I’ve lost my mind, but I think I am just finding it.
I also joined in on some online fun. I never would have done this a year ago because I considered myself a rebel… And I still am of sorts… but now I am embracing this whole internet community thing. I dig it. I love hearing from new people and learning about them.
People I love have passed… but I’m keeping their memory alive and working to do great things in their honor.
Things that still haven’t changed?
I still love pickles.
I still don’t like flavored yogurt.
I hate styrofoam.
I still cook/bake with booze.
I still heart my hubby.
I heart local food. Obvoduh.
And I am still super excited, blessed and thrilled that you’re reading…especially those of you who have been there since the beginning. Thank you for taking the time to read, comment and support me.
Anyway, it’s been a pretty great year in the world of Noelle’s Notebook….and I hope for many more!
Much Love. Happy Almost Turkey Day.
This morning the following has happened:
- I hit the snooze button 437 times.
- I walked out the door without brushing my hair.
- Applied my deodorant in the car.
- Upon closing my car door, I quickly realized that my car still smells like burnt coffee.
- Got to work and realized that my desk is slowly disapearing underneath all of the little things I have to do.
- Had more little things added to the piles on my desk.
- Spilled coffee…mostly on myself and the floor. And some on my desk.
- Discovered a new food blog and updated my “current web obsessions” page, after attending to some of said piles.
- Used my excellent powers of investigation to uncover falsehoods. And truths.
- Started planning something pretty cool.
So far, it’s been a pretty good day. No complaints.
Have you ever had one of those
weeks months where you have absolutely no idea what will happen next? Or, for that matter, you’re not sure how you got to where you are? I am currently there.
I don’t know if it’s daylight savings time, being super busy or…something else, but I feel like I just got off the zipper and am waiting for my head to stop spinning.
The past few weeks have been a blur…consisting of getting up, rushing to work and then rushing to job number two…followed by driving home, cooking random foods and entertaining my husband with my ability to make a giant mess in less than 5 minutes…with a little life organizing, mini trips, connexion groups, date nights, church, sporadically exercising, pretending to get enough sleep and trying to keep in touch with family and friends mixed in….topped off with some total randomness.
Like I said, not sure how it is already March 14. There is so much going on.
First, some good news! After being married for almost seven months, Ben and I FINALLY mailed out the very last of our long overdue thank you notes. Better late than never I suppose. I am embarrassed to admit this, but we wrote and mailed out the first half about two months ago… and then just never found a spare moment to finish the other half…until a few nights ago…so if you were included in this second batch, I’m really sorry for the hubs and I dropping the ball.
Second, Ben finally let me try the pickles he made this summer-both varieties! AMAZING. I ate so many that I gave myself a stomach-ache. Typical.
Third, we have a mini vacation planned for next week and it cannot come soon enough! Granted, we are only driving six hours south…but it will be a nice escape… and five days off. I love road trips..even if they are short. I also love days off…especially when they are consecutive. I am so excited to see my family and to get out of town…and to spend an entire five days with my hubby!
The hubs and I may have some changes on the horizon, so keep us in your prayers! Nothing serious, just some things to take care of/decide on.
It’s been beautiful in the North Country as of late, temperatures have been in the 50’s and the sun has been shining. Not too shabby for March. If I could change the fact that my driveway is a giant mud pit then all would be perfect. Some day it will dry… sigh…
The weather has really helped my running…meaning that I’ve actually been running. I’m still not too great at the whole getting out of bed early thing..but I’m trying! Mondays and Wednesday are the glorious days when I can run after work and thanks to daylight savings time, I can now finish before dark! I’m looking forward to hitting the pavement tonight. This is my latest motivation: Ragnar Relay … This race looks AMAZING!
We’ve been experimenting with some new recipes, including some homemade energy/granola bars. This means glorious bulk items from our co-op including nuts and coconut. I love it.
It’s almost garden season. Ben is already making big plans for our yard. I cannot wait. I also cannot wait to break in our solar food dehydrator. Hello sun-dried tomatoes!
If you can’t tell from the pictures, I am ready for garden fresh veggies!
In other news, I have a couple of restaurant reviews to post…along with a recipe or two. There is even talk of that Ben guy doing a guest post!
Stay tuned and have a great rest of the day!
I remember my first date. It was the summer of 2001…I was 13, super awkward and had told the older boy I was hanging out with that I was 16. No big deal. His name was Matt and I had met him ice skating with my friend Fauna (Side note: I miss those days!) back in January. I had been stalking him at the rink and via AIM and we had even instant messaged each other a few times (Holy cow, this makes me feel so old!)! I found him so dreamy…
Anyway, it was now August and we had decided to “hang out” in real life! We went to a block party in the town where he lived. Again, I was super nervous and worried that he wouldn’t like me-or worse! That he would discover my real age… We ended up going and walking along the river, where he gave me my first kiss. I could have fainted. It was magical…until he tried to put his hand up my shirt. Because I was still an awkward 13-year-old pretending to be a cool 16-year-old, I just brushed his hand away…In later years, I would have slapped him. Boys, take note, don’t get grabby on the first date! Not classy!
Sadly, things with Matt didn’t last (we remained AIM buddies)… A few months later I met Marc, who would become my mostly on-again boyfriend for the next 7 1/2 years. Our first date was in December of that same year. It was still awkward but had a better first kiss… After all, I was 14 and had so much more experience (I was a bit delusional as a teen).
Looking back, I realize that I was NOT ready to date. But no one could have told me this at the time.
First dates-and first kisses- in my later (and off-again) years were a bit better, but there was always that awkwardness…and more fighting off unwanted advances. I was not impressed and I was not that kind of girl. I’m sure everyone has similar stories…
Fast Forward to January 2010. I was living in Arlington, VA as a totally together single gal but was talking to a guy from home. Ben and I had known each other for a long time through mutual friends but it wasn’t until now that we were really getting to know each other. We had been talking daily for about a month, but hadn’t seen each other since Thanksgiving. I happened to be going home for a few days to visit my mom and he asked me for a date. A date? Here I was again, so nervous I could puke!
This date was different from the get-go. First off, I got ready at Vanessa’s house and he came to pick me up. I was expecting to just run out when he got there, but he actually came into the house, and opened every door for me. Not that I’m complaining, but this was something new. We went to the local pub for drinks. After sitting down in a quiet booth, we just sort of stared at each other. I was clutching my glass so hard I thought it would break…I couldn’t find a topic of conversation to stick with. We bounced back and forth from the weather, life in DC, the drive up, traffic, our friends and then just… unsure silence.
“Oh no,” I thought, “this is NOT going well…what should I do?!”
So I did what any normal girl would do…I started to tell embarrassing childhood stories. Ben, by nature is a pretty quiet guy. This made me more nervous, causing me to tell more embarrassing stories. Most of these stories involved vomit, more specifically, me throwing up at inopportune times; projectile vomit down a long table full of my fellow classmates in the library during a story time, puking while sitting in a circle during show and tell, driving down the road in the family (two door) Ford Festiva and being trapped in the back, singing in church on Easter Sunday, singing in church on Christmas Eve, during a presentation…
Yup, I went through my entire childhood collection of barf stories…I couldn’t help myself. When I find myself in an uncomfortable situation, I let out all of my verbal vomit. I just keep talking until I talk myself into a comfortable subject…on this night, that subject was barf. So romantic. But overall we had a great time and a lot of laughs.
I was feeling pretty tired (running on about 3 hours of sleep), so we decided to go to his house and watch a movie that we had been talking about. I made it through the first half hour and started falling asleep. Ben, being Ben, let me sleep.
At about 3:30 am I decided that it was time to go..unfortunately I didn’t have my car. Taking it in stride, Ben bundled up and went out in the bitter January night to drive me back to Vanessa’s. He then got out of his car and walked me to the door. Again, this was new.
The door. It was absolutely freezing outside, but it didn’t distract me from how nervous I felt. We stood there, kicking at the snow and glancing around nervously. Finally we locked eyes and just looked at each other for a moment.
Then he smiled at me and said, “Goodnight, Noelle.” And walked away.
I stood there for a moment, completely dumbfounded. This had not happened before and I wasn’t sure what to think.
I hurried into Vanessa’s house, trying to be quiet as it was past 4 am. This was pointless as Vanessa and Tina were both still awake. We finally got to bed about an hour later.
I woke up at about 8:30 that morning, a message from Ben waiting for me. It said, “would it be selfish of me to ask to see you again?” He came over that morning before he headed to work. We saw each other that night-I guess you could call it a second date…and when he finally kissed me, it was perfect.
I remember driving home with a big smile on my face, thinking how crazy this was. But it was crazy enough that it just may work.
I am hoping that everyone’s week is going well… it’s been kind of rough for me. This weekend, I literally shopped til I dropped, almost fainting in TJ Maxx-and to think, I didn’t even get up early for Black Friday deals-I was more embarrassed than anything else… Then I spent all of Saturday cleaning and organizing our little home…only to find a leak in our ceiling.
The work week has been a long one and I am starting to think that Wednesday will get the best of me. At the moment I am trying not to drool/lisp, as I just left the dentist and I am having a heck of a hair day…but I refuse to let the little stuff get the best of me.
I realize that I am extremely blessed. This weekend, I am looking forward to a long overdue family visit-my aunt is coming up from Georgia and she is finally meeting Ben!-and decorating for Christmas. I am also lucky to have my wonderful hubs.
Now, I really hate it when people get excessively cutesy and gushy about their significant others. I find it irritating… nauseating, you get the idea.. That being said, I do it. A lot. So be warned, I am about to tell a story that may cause you to throw up in your mouth…just a little.
Ben is pretty fantastic. I don’t think anyone has ever made me laugh as hard as he does on an almost daily basis. But he’s also serious when necessary and takes extra care to let me know that he supports me in…whatever. He can drive me crazy, but for the most part he is a great husband and we don’t take ourselves too seriously, thank God.
Last Sunday we were getting ready for church, and per usual I had a horrible time getting out of bed. As a result, I was running late…which caused me to be extremely grumpy. I was in the shower and, as usual, had to fight with the faucet for a comfortable temperature, perpetuating the cycle of grumpiness. Ben was brushing his teeth and shaving, and then he slipped out to finish getting ready.
As I was drying off, wondering how late we would be, I happened to look up and saw something that drove the grumpy completely out of me. There, on the bathroom mirror, written in the fog and steam was a note. It was so simple, but it was perfect. All it said was “I love you, Noelle.”
Needless to say, it brought an immediate smile to my face. I know, it’s corny. In my 24 years, I have never had someone write me a message on the bathroom mirror, especially not something as poetic as this. Granted, within an hour after writing this mini-love note, Ben was laughing hysterically at me for tripping over something, but it’s the thought that counts. Those four words brightened my day and have kept me going through the week.
Close friends lost their grandmother last night and they are hurting. Not that it makes it any easier, but she lived a long life and I know that she was so loved by her family. I want to use this post as a reminder to tell your family, you friends and your person that you love them. Even if it’s just saying it while sitting on the couch, an afternoon text message, a simple note or corny message on the bathroom mirror. Just tell them, “I love you!”
You never know how much it will brighten their day, or make them smile while struggling with a frustrating day at work…or life in general.
So…this is my first post… not that I am nervous or anything, I just haven’t blogged in quite some time…..not since Myspace…and I deleted my Myspace a long time ago.
I’ve decided to call this a lifestyle blog-which means that I can blog about whatever I want (I’ll admit, it will usually involve cooking, wine, exercise, my super handsome hubby, and random things that happen to me)-but I’ve struggled with what my first post should be about, I mean, as the first post, it really sets the tone for …everything. So, instead of introducing myself and going on about my interests, I am going to tell you a true story-that hopefully gives you an idea of who I am…
Picture it. August 20, 2011. A winery. An absolutely gorgeous day, after a summer of flooding, humidity and endless rain. It was sunny, warm and the vineyard was in full bloom. A happy couple exchanging vows and beginning their lives together, posing for the photographer. A relative who drank too much (sorry, Chris). That was my wedding day…but that’s not what this story is about.
Now… fast forward a month or two. Photos of this wonderful day have been posted on facebookdotcom. But the actual photo CD has not yet been received. If you are a bride, you know how frustrating this is. I emailed our awesome photographer (Shout-out to Jona!) and found out that she had mailed the disc weeks before. No big deal, she would resend. I mean, she only lives two hours away, so ideally I’d get the copy in a day or two.
A week later the photos were at the back of my mind, as I was still in recovery mode from a nasty cold and a bit of a rough trip to Philly (you’ll read about that, too). I got home from work-it was a Monday night- and headed to the mail box. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the envelope with Jona’s address on it! YES! The photos were finally here! I hurried inside, dropped everything I was carrying in a heap on my dining room floor and ripped the envelope open. I pulled out a note from Jona and…nothing else.
WHAT?! There was nothing in the envelope?! What sort of cruel joke was this? I looked down and noticed a small tear in the corner of the envelope.
“No…. that doesn’t actually happen,” I thought, but my mind was already racing, jumping to conclusions and envisioning some punk kid with a mohawk tearing into the envelope to get out the thumb drive. What a bum!
I went over to the heap on the floor and proceeded to examine it carefully-just in case I had dropped it in the rush-but there was nothing. I even went back outside and retraced my steps to the mailbox, just to double check. Still nothing.
“Ugh! Why does this stuff always happen to meeeeee?!” I thought, because clearly, nothing worse can happen than having to wait for a thumb drive or a CD. Feeling quite discouraged, I emailed Jona and felt a bit better knowing that she was as shocked and frustrated as I was. We planned to make an exchange that weekend (Ben and I would be in her neck of the woods)…unfortunately, Ben and I had a change of plans so Jona mailed us another copy of the photos, third time is the charm, right? And it would only take a day or two, right? I gave Jona my work address, just to be sure.
That was a week ago. Still no photos. I’ve been checking my mailbox and the work mailbox like a mad woman-hoping against hope that today will be the day!
And for once, it was…but not in the way that I expected.
I was sitting at my desk typing away when my phone went off (apparently “silent” means buzzing loudly and moving around on my desk). I scrambled to hit the ignore button, but not before noticing that Mary, from the Amazing Grace Winery was calling me (She’s the best!).
“That’s weird,” I thought, but I knew she’d leave a message so I waited. I then called myself, itching to find out what was up.
Basically, she had received a small package and a note from the post office. It was a thumb drive. The note said that the contents of the package had been separated from the original envelope and that they had looked at the contents of the thumb drive to try and determine where to send it. Luckily, there were lots of photos of the winery, their logo, and their front lawn sign. Mary remembered me telling her that I was waiting for photos and was rushing home to double check that they were indeed mine.
Yeah, I almost fell out of my chair. All I can say is that God has a great sense of humor. I will be calling Mary immediately (as soon as a I get out of work, shh!) and hopefully going to pick up that thumb drive! Keep your fingers crossed that she wasn’t playing a joke on me!
So, in closing, My name is Noelle, and this is my life. Hopefully, you’ll tag along.