The Meeting of the Parents

The meeting of the parents is always a unique experience... especially when you come from two different worlds. Let me start by saying I assumed our dinner was going to go down like Meet the Fockers.

My Mom and Step Dad are New Yorkers. My mother hails from Brooklyn - she may have lived in Raleigh for close to 20 years, but she sounds like she never left. And Lord knows anything that comes into her mind comes out of her mouth. No filter, but one of the things I love about her (probably because I am the same way).

Wes's Mom and Step Dad are Southerns. Wes's Mom grew up in Burlington. When people ask me what she is like - I have one answer ... if Paula Deen had a daughter, she would be it. She is sweet, southern, and feisty.

Sooo needless to say if anything the language barrier would be an issue. I'm joking - I'm joking. (sort of...haha) Everything went fabulous.

Honestly, the dinner went really well! Everyone had a wonderful time, there was laughing, talking and hardly any awkward movements that lasted longer then twenty seconds. It was very reassuring to know that after all my fear and hesitation of the anticipated event was completely unnecessary!

What's currently in the hopper and what's come out

Wes's current project:

Pottery Barn Bedside Table

Wes loves it when I take pictures of him when he is working. He was in the process of cutting down a giant piece of oak for the legs ... more pictures to come. (when I can sneak downstairs and take some!)

I have been working on some projects of my own around the house. A couple of weeks ago we went to Burlington for Wes's High School Reunion, and while we were there, we purchased this fabulous dresser. However, the color, it was some kind of gross yellow, and didn't go with our room. So, I redid it!

I forgot to take a picture with the drawers in - oops.

Gross yellow cream paint color.

All beautiful and redone! Doesn't it look pretty? The fun part really came when we started divided up the drawers. It is amazing how ten drawers does not equal five and five. haha. Oh stubborn boys ... its okay because I won. Five drawers each.

"I'm kind of like Costco, I'm big not fancy, but I dare you not to like me"

Wes and I feel like true Americans now - we have a Costco Membership. Wes surprised me with a membership, after I went on and on about how amazing Costco. Let's be honest, where else can you can you purchase 30 pork chops, 18 rolls of toilet paper, tires, and pimento cheese, all while trying delicious samples of food? Exactly. And yes - in my book - romantic points are by far won with a Costco membership. I was ecstatic. So ecstatic that when we went on Saturday (to be true Americans and use our American right to buy lots of nonsense items in bulk) we decided to buy some steaks for dinner. Curious what a Costco steak looks like - please see below:

Everything is bigger and better at Costco! The steak makes my zucchini boats look tiny. Don't worry we didn't each eat one of those puppies - we shared. =)

Sunday morning, Wes was still feeling inspired by Costco, because he made Costco size pancakes, along with bacon and grits. Delicious! I swear, he makes the BEST bacon I have ever eaten - it is perfect every time.

Bad Dog

I have a funny story to share with y'all. Last week, I worked the night shift, so I was sleeping during the day. When I work nights, I typically allow for Jack and Lucy to roam the house to their pleasing, while I am sleeping. I mean they typically sleep, what 89% of the day anyway? Right. Okay, so, as you noticed in the previous post, I have show pumpkins on our dining room table. Well, Monday morning I come home and notice the pumpkins are displaced along the table. I think, well this weird, Wes must have messed with them. (Of course I blame him first.) I fix my pumpkins, and go to sleep. I wake up, go to work, come home, pumpkins messed up again. Hmm.... Wesley what in the world is he doing?! I fix the pumpkins yet again and go to bed. I wake that afternoon, stroll on out to the dining room and what do I see? Jack laying on top of our dining room table, amongst the pumpkins. I couldn't get over what I seeing - he is just laying there like "oh you are up? well no worries, I've just been laying here watching the cars go by." At this point I am laughing so hard I can't speak - let alone yell at him to get off the table. I have NEVER seen a dog laying on top of a dining room table - let alone a 65 lb black lab.

The following evening, I made Wes one of his favorite meals and bought some really nice beer to butter him up when I shared the news. Didn't work so well. He did not laugh when I told him the story. And Jack spent the rest of the evening / night in the office.

But seriously, how can you stay made at this one? Look at his face. Precious.