Awkward and Awesome.

Well we have had quite the week here at the Simpson household. It all began last Monday when we treated our sweet kitty Sydney for fleas. And then she proceeded to have a severe reaction that prompted some seriously panicked Simpson’s. And at one point it involved me turning around to see Clint holding her and her face was covered in fleas. Getting that image out of my head has not been easy. I basically spent the day taking deep breaths and holding in the tears. Thankfully, our little Sydney is fine now but she definitely left me feeling a bit on edge for the next few days. So much so in fact that the next day this happened…

I’m sitting at our kitchen table working on my laptop when all of a sudden a big poof of ashes come flying out of our fireplace. I had the door to our porch open so I kind of just assumed it was a gust of wind that came in through the door and caused it. So I go over and close the door then grab the dust buster to clean up the ashes. I’m cleaning away when I look inside the fireplace and see a dead bird! A dead bird. A bird, that is dead, in my home.  I ran over to our kitchen table, perched myself onto of a chair and had a good old case of the grossed out chills. In between panicked phone calls to my mom and Clint (who was out in Cherrypoint for the day and therefore several hours away from being able to assist me in my latest conundrum) I went up to the front office where I told the woman working “Um, a dead bird just fell in my fireplace and I can’t deal with this stuff.” She sent a maintenance man to come help me out and gave me a “Oh, you poor thing!”  So I head back to my apartment, still unable to even go close to the fireplace. Then I realize that Sex and the City is what’s playing on the television and immediately imagine a horrible situation where the man comes to remove our dead bird all the while something completely inappropriate is occurring on the tv, I have to change the channel. But the remote is on the couch, near the fireplace, and therefore completely out of the question. I decided to let the potential Sex and the City awkwardness go and just focus on making our lil’ home dead bird free. So the man finally gets to my apartment, empty-handed mind you, and asks if I have a trash bag or something. So I go over grab a trash bag and walk back over to see the man reaching right on into the fireplace. OH MY GOSH HE’S GOING TO PICK UP THE DEAD BIRD WITH THIS BAREHANDS!! AND THEN HE’S GOING TO PUT  IT IN MY OPEN TRASHBAG!! I CAN’T FEEL THE WEIGHT OF THE BIRD!! 5 seconds of absolute panic. And then I’m told “I don’t see anything in here” Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. What’s going on?!! “There’s just this log in here” Oh my gosh, make me disappear. I hesitantly walked over to the fireplace, kind of still expecting for that maybe not-so-dead bird to come shooting out of my fireplace, and I see the log. The log that if you look at it just the right way, looks just like a dead bird. I apologized to the maintenance man and explained that “I’ve just been having one of those weeks, ya know, and now apparently I’m seeing dead birds.” I’m fairly certain he walked back up to the office and had a chuckle with the woman who had previously felt a bit of pity on me. So there I sat in my apartment, a little bit embarrassed, a whole lot relieved, and along side my dead bird log.

Here’s the rest of what’s been going on…

-I actually managed to mess up making ramen noodles. I’m not sure what happened but they were seriously bad. I’m not quite sure how one is capable of cooking dinner every single night yet can’t properly prepare ramen noodles.
-I am not a good window shopper. Over the weekend Clint and I made our way to the mall because I had to return something and then we just walked around and “window shopped” but I’ll just say this. I hate window shopping. I’m no good at it and it just makes me sad. I actually want new boots, I don’t want to just look at them
-Part of us ridding our home of fleas was Borax-ing our home. This involved pouring a powder all over everything. Our floor, our furniture, it was everywhere. And it left me seriously overwhelmed. And when I was woken up at 7:30 the following morning to “wake up and vacuum” I was less than thrilled. So I vacuumed the entire apartment and the furniture and then was left to clean up the dust that had made its way onto every last surface, and I’m fairly certain, into my body. Apparently one is supposed to wear a mask when cleaning up Borax because the dust can be dangerous. I learned that tidbit after spending an entire day in bed with what I’m assuming was a Borax-induced migraine. Just fabulous. 

-I learned through sleep. It was accidental but it happened. After the hours I spent vacuuming the apartment I took myself a little nap on the couch while watching The View. In my dream I was on Who Want’s to Be a Millionaire and I was doing some serious work. When I woke up I thought to myself, a Yall is a boat. And I have no idea how I know that! Then when the commercial break was over on tv I realized that Who Want’s to Be a Millionaire was currently on. So I pondered, and then I put that DVR to good use and rewound through the program to discover that in fact one of the questions was about what a yall is! I learned, while I slept! And now I know what a yall is.
-My husband got in bed the other night with a container of Oreo’s. I’ve taught him my ways. :]
-After weeks of Baseball and Debates and Election coverage my tv shows are finally getting back to normal. Parenthood is back tonight and I am excited!

What’s been awkward and awesome with you all lately?


A day off.

Yesterday I took the day off from all things job-searching related to visit an old-friend in her new city. Here are a few shots from my day exploring Pinehurst, NC. 

We went to the Historic Pinehurst hotel where there was a festival of Christmas trees going on. This involved dozens and dozens of Christmas trees decorated to a certain theme that were up for auction and included some really creative prizes. Considering I love all things Christmas, I just basked in the glory of the Christmas tunes and the sparkle of the fake snow. It was Christmas bliss. 

This guy was there. He didn’t even have glasses… apparently Santa wears contacts now?

All in all it was a super fun day with a super friend. And it ended snuggling up with this sweet face..

Happy Halloween.

I’m actually not much of a Halloween fan.
But I am a fan of picnic-style dinners by the fireplace and pumpkin carving with my husband. So here are some photos of us getting festive.

^ Squishing it all up is kind of my favorite part. (Disclaimer: this photo almost certainly just made my sister feel the need to wash her hands)

When our kitty wasn’t busy being my assistant pumpkin carver (aka trying to lick the pumpkin top) she was sleeping by the fire.

I went with an S this year because we didn’t have a nifty pumpkin carving kit and I’m most likely going to try to convince Clint to take a “family picture” with the pumpkin to commemorate our first Halloween as Husband & Wife. We also bought that little pumpkin with intentions of carving it. Clint was going to do the Panther’s logo, but it turns out that little freak of a pumpkin is some sort of crazy breed that is actually more like wood. So we got the top off and on the other side are a few carved whiskers but it wasn’t worth the hassle so it’s just there to be cute.
We finished the night with some delicious hot chocolate, and I even made heart-shaped cool whip to top it off- and then ended up covering it up with more of that whipped goodness.

Seeing as we live on the top floor of our apartment complex and there are no children in our building or the one next to us I’m counting on not having any trick-or-treaters. And since Halloween candy is remarkably expensive I didn’t buy any. So tonight we’ll be locking the door and keeping all signs of Halloween to a minimum. And even though I didn’t buy the kiddos any treats, I did buy some Halloween cookies on sale at HT today so I’ll be baking those up and snuggling with my main man. (In reality, he’ll probably be working and I’ll probably be eating more cookies than one should eat in one sitting.) But at least we’ll be together :]

Happy Halloween!

Awkward & Awesome.

This week’s A&A is coming to you from a very comfortable spot on my couch. A homemade chocolate milkshake to my right, a peaceful sleeping husband to my left, and one of my guilty pleasures on the t.v. I’m watching Julie&Julia for the umpteenth time this month. While I kind of think the movie is horrible and I sort of can’t stand Meryl Streep in it, I also just love it. And since it is partially about a woman and her blog, I thought it no better time than now to pay a bit of attention to my own blog.

On a side note- my brother, sister and I tried making Julia Child’s beef bourguignon a few years back.. it was horrendous.


-At some point last week Clint had asked me to make him a milkshake. I scurry into the kitchen and start whipping it up. I actually use the handy-dandy little milkshake attachment for our hand mixer. I pull the concoction together in what is actually a cocktail shaker but hey, it’s metal, it’s large, and it kind of makes me feel like I’m at an old Soda Shoppe. But oh, I’m not. Because at those old soda shoppes no one ever takes just a second to grab their beeping cell phone and manages to spin their milkshake all over the kitchen. On the stove, on the floor, on the carpet outside of the kitchen, on the napkins, on the wall, on myself and even on the kitty. No worries, she was the first thing I cleaned. To say I made a mess is a serious understatement. Lesson learned, milkshake making is not to be interrupted by technology.
-I realize we are getting close to election time and the past two weeks have been jam-packed full of what I’ll just refer to as political pep-rallies, but I need to get up on my soap box for just one moment here. I have never and will never discuss my political views on this blog, or on any other form of social media ::cough cough, Facebook:: and it would make my day if other people didn’t either. The first reason is this, the political Facebook fights that take place make everyone involved look idiotic and juvenile and quite frankly, from half the things I’ve seen, most of you political Facebook fighters shouldn’t be allowed to vote, it’s startling. Second of all, more often than not, you are not helping create a more informed public- and this is what we desperately need. If you’re going to get vocal, or rather social, on politics, do a little fact checking, please, and thank you. Oh, and let’s try to be a tad less judgmental of people who fall on the other side of the political spectrum, we’re all hoping for the same thing here folks, a greater America.


-On that political note I’ll say I was pretty glued to the DNC, and not for what you think. I was  picking through every screenshot looking for a sight of my beloved city, Charlotte.
-I got my new license (and new SS card for that matter) which means I am now 100% legally, officially, all the way Mrs. Kelly Simpson. I’m working on the autograph :] (Small tidbit of info… my picture is slightly ridiculous, my head is seriously cocked at a 45 degree angle, thanks for the heads up on that one DMV lady.)
-My sister, Kim, came to visit two weekends ago which made her our very first guest. For someone who doesn’t really know their way around Raleigh, I did my best to play hostess and introduce her to my new home.

Signing off, back to my milkshake, my movie, and my mister. What a combo.

What’s been awkward & awesome lately?


Aside from endless job searching, lots of cooking, and some successful ventures of navigating my new city- here is what’s been going on lately.. at least according to my phone.

And here is my best attempt to recap all that.

  • A new city, a new Harris Teeter to conquer. It’s been several slow trips where me and my shopping cart have gone up and down the aisles over and over again, but gradually I’m figuring it out.
  • Our adorable little salt and pepper shakers my mom bought us. They are the official salt&pepper of breakfast.
  • My number at the DMV, 194. When I got there they were servicing 162. It was a slow and painful wait, literally, the chairs at the DMV, no bueno.
  • My brother is getting married soon which has meant bridal showers for his bride. This has also meant reasons to have little day trips to see my family. 🙂
  • I have been seriously spoiled at the mailbox. Between my mom and my friends, I get the sweetest surprise every time I check the mail. And I LOVE a handwritten letter.
  • Clint and I take nightly walks to the mailbox. It’s sweet. He’s sweet.
  • Our little kitty loves popcorn, the packing kind and the popping kind.

What did everyone do this weekend?