The majority of the weekend isn't anything to report about.
Friday night we went over to Jimmy and Brittany's and had pizza and Louis time. Louis is 2 and a half now, and he is starting to talk a lot more. He ate like they'd been starving...I mean, this kid ate more pizza and breadsticks than I did. And he's like half my height. So then we played Apples to Apples, which Jimmy won, but I was the closest to winning I'd ever been, so yay.
Saturday was pretty casual. I went to see No Strings Attached with my best friend KJ. It was really cute! I liked it a lot. While I went to the movies, I left M at home peeling two layers of wallpaper in his bathroom. Y'all, this wall paper was stinking ugly. The first layer was a light yellow/beigish color with flowers and swirly's. Very masculine for M's bathroom. Under it was even uglier wallpaper that was similar in background color with small clover-like flowers. Yuck. The homeowners who hung the bottom layer stuck it right to the drywall so it was pretty clingy. M found a place under the baseboard which mice had chewed through to the insulation. Also yuck. I would've been content without him telling me, but no. So Sunday he spent the day fixing the dry wall and I helped him peel the rest of the wallpaper.
Saturday night we went to dinner with M's dad for his (Paul's) birthday. We had a nice time at the BBQ place near our house. I hadn't eaten in the actual restaurant in about 10-15 years, so that was kinda fun.
Sunday while M was patching drywall, I made a Valentine's day tiramisu (I'm so damn precious, it was heart-shaped). I got really frustrated because the recipe said to cut the cake part into three layers and I could barely do two layers without it crumbling to bits. Then on top of that, the coffee/sugar syrup was really hard to spread evenly and then the cream cheese mixture was even harder to spread. By the time I'd assembled both layers I was sad because it was so darn ugly. But the recipe called for a kaluha based whipped cream and by the time I'd slathered that all over, it looked quite pretty (I'm a dummy and forgot to take a picture.)
Sunday was so pretty. The sun was shining and it was a balmy 65 degrees which could've been 85 for all I cared. It was nice to have "warm," sunny weather. M and I ran to Publix and bought filet mignon, baked potatoes and salad and grilled out. The steaks were divine and our wine complimented it so well. I would've been quite content to make that our Valentine's dinner.
Monday was Monday, but I had all day to look forward to our Valentine's date at Sunset Grille, which was delicious and laid back. They had a special menu, which came with desserts so we postponed the tiramisu eating until last night (and it was freakin' delicious). The funniest thing about Valentine's day was when I gave M his gift and he opened his card. He pulled it out of the envelope and said, "I can't believe it, we got each other the same card." I guess this means we either 1) spend too much time together, 2) are perfect for each other, or 3) Target had a crappy card selection :) He said it was the first card he picked up. It was a funny card, we don't do that mushy stuff.
The highlight of the weekend, though, was that on Friday about an hour before I left work, I got a call from a company I interviewed with a couple weeks ago and did an assessment and drug test for, and they offered me a position to join their team . I requested the weekend to think about it to make sure I was making the right decision.
Sunday night I e-mailed my future manager back and accepted. I start February 28, the Monday after I return from my friend Leah's wedding in Baton Rouge. I'm so excited. I'm really going to miss all my coworkers because we're like a little family, but I'm eager to be in a challenging position with the potential for advancement. Plus, the Purple Putter won't last much longer, so I'm going to save as much as possible so that I can afford a down payment on a Civic Hybrid. So excited!
1 comments:
I so wanted to see the Tiramisu...:(
Good luck with the new position...
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