Saturday: BLACK, WHITE, & THRONES
Black & White Dress code birthday party was fun! The guest of honor did a great job of looking surprised, although she admitted that she had an inkling about it. She and her husband sat at thrones! I danced a bunch, but my Marine was too busy conversing to dance.
Awkward moment: They had a photo area with a professional photographer capturing a photo of each group of guests (you buy the pictures after the party). Being that it was almost all African Americans at the party (there was one Asian couple and us), the photogs must have had the lighting set in such a way that it ....didn't quite work out for us. It was AWKWARD when they, cringing of embarrassment, showed us our pic and we appeared...well appeared is a strong word. You could barely see us. I believe they call it 'over-exposed'. Heck, we looked like spirits. Now that I can laugh about it, I kind of wish we'd have bought it before the swiped it away and made us take a new pic with adjusted lighting (at this time many guests were leaving and I think they may have presumed we were being finicky and forcing a re-shoot.
**gluten free note- the dinner was a buffet where I wisely chose to eat baked chicken, salad (no croutons) (Kraft dressing bottles were there so I could read label!), and fruit. I googled Ciroc Red and found it was gluten free to drink.
|Our Cat, Dahlia, with her stitches, as a result of Mr.Mittens attacking her on our porch.|
|Our cats enjoying the backyard, healthy cats.|
|Stitches. They had to shave away her brilliant, shiny fur. (The cats are brother and sister, half Russian Blue, which are known for their beautiful silky fur. Hers is amazingly silky, a trait of RB fur, while his is the gorgeous blue coloring.|
KITTY DRAMA: Mr. Mittens (scroll to bottom for pic) is an orange tabby cat with white feet (hence the mittens moniker) belonging to the neighbors behind us. He is talented, as in the way he jogs behind his owners on their morning walks, but infamous in our neighborhood for terrorizing other cats and dogs. Our cats usually hiss him away, but Saturday, he ambushed Dahlia (we had just let her outside on our patio and seconds later heard screeching, only to look out and see Mr.Mittens fighting something, which turned out to be her, underneath him). We chased him away, but she had to get stitches. When the Marine found out his "baby girl" had to wear a kitty cone around her head, he was beside himself. It was quite sad to see her banging around the hallway with it, trying to bang it off. She did leverage it off once, but has since resigned herself to it. A pristinely groomed cat, she is having a tough time not being able to lick her fur into it's normally ebony sleekness. She is healing ok and we expect to take the cone off in 2 weeks.
|Looking for hidden eggs|
|Eggs dyed with blueberries|
Sunday: EASTER: We enjoyed the sunny day in our big Georgia yard with our cats helping us hide and search for Easter eggs we hide from each other. I dyed the eggs by placing frozen blueberries (I have on hand from making smoothies) and vinegar in the water while the eggs boil. They looked cute!
Monday: SPONTANEOUS BALLGAME: I saw Chipper Jones (legendary Atlanta Braves retired baseball player) post on twitter that he was going to the game. It was a gorgeous evening, partly sunny 70 degrees. The game was to start at 7PM. At 6:06 PM I texted my Marine (who usually works til 8PM or later) if we could go, figuring it would not happen. Well, he said yes! We arrived at the ballpark, got tickets at a deal ($17 for 2nd level), and were walking in at 6:50 PM. I ate at the GLUTEN FREE CONCESSION STAND, which is still in section 112. Each year the offerings are different and this year I had a Turkey Club sandwich (tasty and good texture, soft bread), a hot dog (yummy dog, poor dry bun), and a brownie (interesting texture, chalky outside, soft middle, good cocoa flavor, but not fudgy). The game was tied and The Braves won in the 10th inning with a homerun! I also learned Turner Field is nicknamed "The Ted".
|Gluten Free Turkey Club Sandwich at Turner Field|
TUESDAY: I didn't feel well from eating the gluten free food at the ballgame last night. But, I still did 50 minutes on the elliptical machine at the gym.
|gluten free seared,baked chicken with salad and spaghetti squash (with olive oil, spices, parmesan)|
WEDNESDAY: WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER I exhausted myself during a 3.6 mile run in my neighborhood. There is a big uphill at the end. My boyfriend happened to be driving home and saw me running, lol. So, he made dinner (we usually work together to make dinner, but he made it ALL and cleaned, of course). He seared gluten free chicken thighs in a pan and then baked them with spaghetti squash and salad. The chicken skin was SO crispy and delicious, he made it again on Thursday. Funny, because we don't eat fried chicken, mainly skinless chicken. Chicken is not my favorite. I'm a seafood girl. But this was FAB.
|The Assailant: Mr. Mittens|
THURSDAY: POOL DAY I exercised in the water (G.I. Jane crawls, ouch!) at the outdoor pool on this 82 degree sunny day, and who comes over to me? The neighbor (owner of Mr. Mittens who injured my cat). She said she owes me a check, and proceeded to needle me about when I'm moving (everyone ALWAYS asks us that, since we're a military family, the same people here in Georgia have been asking since we got here 3 years ago, they ask every time we see them) and how long I've belonged to this gym (well, she did say it as if it's HER gym and how did I get in).
I had emailed her when our kitty went to the vet and she offered to pay half of the $315 bill, which was fine, even though I told her at least 2 more vet appts were required (follow- up and stitches removal). However, she still hasn't paid. This is the same woman who loudly (so everyone at neighborhood gatherings can hear her hospitality) says she's going to invite us to dinner next week EVERY TIME we've seen her for the last 3 years, yet she never has ACTUALLY invited us. It's not our dream to go to her McMansion for a meal (anyone who is gluten free knows the fright incurred by a dinner invitation), but we feel awkward and annoyed like she's looking for appreciation for a fruitless, feckless even(?) offer.
FRIDAY: We plan on a simple dinner at home followed by planning our European vacation. This weekend I plan to attend the annual neighborhood ladies' brunch. Anything else will be spontaneous. It's supposed to be gorgeous, summery weather.
Enjoy your weekend!