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Happy Halloween From Batgirl And a Dork

31st October 2014

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So here’s the story behind this Batgirl costume, which makes me feel both empowered and incredibly dorky. I’m actually an adult; I promise:

No part of this costume was purchased. None of it. Well, hold on. For all of you who are like Darrin and just mentally raised their arm to object to that last sentence {“You had to have purchased that shirt at some point in your life! I mean duuuuh!”…knew that was coming}, let me clarify: No part of this costume was purchased in the last year. Darrin and I are apparently people who have capes and Batman masks just lying around. Whatever that means. Could you imagine that little fact appearing in some women’s magazine quiz?

“Is Your Marriage Normal?”

Question 1: Do you and your spouse find yourself collecting random comic book paraphernalia that is neither used nor discarded but is simply stored in a closet of your home?

….

Answer: Yes

So we’re weird. We’ve come to terms with that. Wallowed in it. Ate a pint of ice cream lamenting over our not-so-normal personalities and then decided to embrace our weirdness. That’s what Halloween is all about, right Charlie Brown? Embracing the weird? Or embracing an excuse to be weird? Or wearing a Batman mask in downtown Minneapolis? How philosophical for a Friday.

Darrin and I spent last year’s Halloween sharing rib tips at the local Famous Dave’s. “The Zombies,” a band that consisted of five men well over the age of fifty-five, were playing a whole lot of 70s cover songs on the Famous Dave’s stage while a small crowd of older-aged {and costumed} adults ate their BBQ meat and cornbread muffins. One old man was dressed as a grimy looking Santa Claus, which was somewhat disturbing. Darebear and I sure know a “hip” party when we see one.

This year, we’ll be grilling at my parents’ house and handing out candy to all of the cute cowboys and princesses and pirates of the neighborhood. And yes, you bet I’ll be wearing that Batman mask. I suppose I’ll still give candy to those kids that like to dress in those horrifying and gory costumes that really serve no productive or positive purpose for society…but I’m only giving them one piece of candy. And it ain’t going to be a Milky Way or a Reese’s, that’s for sure.

{Come on, kids. I prefer not to encounter my worst nightmare at my front door…let alone reward him with candy. Keep your Texas chainsaws to yourself.}

I hope you have a happy time halloweening and eating a whole lot of chocolate, suckers, and caramel apples. Because we all know that’s what really matters about this weird holiday.

 Happy Halloween!

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A Chili Cook-Off Catastrophe

30th October 2014

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Sweater: J.Crew Factory; Jeans: GAP; Loafers: extremely similar; Handbag: Target

Darrin’s work hosted their fall “Chili Cook-off Contest” the other day, and I had mentioned earlier this week that Darrin had been slaving away at the stove and over the crockpot in preparation for the cook-off. He ran to the grocery himself to gather all of the ingredients, decided {after a bit of a debate} to go with the Triple Hot salsa rather than the Hot salsa for obvious reasons, and made sure to make the chili a day before the cook-off so the flavors had a day to “ruminate,” because a ruminating bowl of chili is a happy bowl of chili. Everybody knows that. Said the girl who had microwave popcorn for dinner. Darrin had his crockpot filled with his famous pork chili sitting in our kitchen fridge all day on Monday. All. Day.

I work from home, folks. Which means that for the entirety of Monday, I was sitting at the kitchen table, writing and editing and thinking about Darrin’s famous pork chili hiding away in our fridge. And I love his pork chili. I mean, I really love his chili recipe. It’s the kind of chili I’d serve to the good Lord if he waltzed through my apartment door. I’d say “You’ve gotta try this chili.” And He would because it’d be a cold autumn day and duh. Chili.

It’s that. good.

So I had a bowl for lunch. A pretty large bowl for lunch. I couldn’t help it! I was hearing voices! The spicy sauce was calling to me! I had visions of chili beans dancing in my head! What’s a pork chili lover to do?! Judge me all you want. Sentence me to some kind of jail for those who betray their loved ones over their intense desire to eat their homemade food. I plead guilty.

The official cook-off was on Tuesday, and Darrin came home and told me that he tied for first place. I responded with, “A tie is good right?! That means they liked your recipe!”

“Yeah. It’s good! Except…I guess I didn’t make enough chili for all the judges to have a bowl…so that’s why we tied.”

……

And that, my friends, is how you single-handedly destroy your husband’s chance at a chili victory without even entering the competition. Looks like somebody needs a little work in the “self-control” department…

My bad, Darebear….totally my bad.

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Meet: A Night With the Minnesota United FC

29th October 2014

Here at the Beekman household, the majority of our Saturday and Sunday afternoons are spent doing research while watching some kind of football game. And when I say “doing research,” I actually mean sitting on the couch with our unopened textbooks and computers in our laps, begging to be read but never actually utilized. It’s a tradition, you might say. A football watching tradition that I inherited after I married a major Minnesota sports fan. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about neglecting copious amounts of reading in order to watch some good ol’ “futbol Americano.” The game heavily relies on strategy and precision and strength and the ability to come up with some kind of memorable celebration dance. I’m all about those memorable celebrations dances. Got a few of my own that I’d like to incorporate into my daily routine:

Successfully tossed my dirty sock into the laundry bin! Celebration dance.

Didn’t burn my tongue on a piece of frozen pizza! Celebration dance.

Autumn candles! Celebration dance.

But I digress. Heavily.

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American football is sweet. But I love the sport the rest of the world a bit more logically calls “football.” Or futbol. Or fútbol. Or fußball {took me forever to find that funky letter…thanks Germany}. Darrin has been sharing my love for soccer for quite some time, so we decided to spend last Saturday night at the National Sports Center watching the Minnesota United FC with my baby sister and her soon-to-be husband. Soccer on television in the States can be somewhat tough to find, unless you’ve got the right cable channels {FYI: poor graduate students living on love do not have the right cable channels}, so it was awesome to sit in the stands, armed with some local food truck food and a cup of hot chocolate with Baileys. As the good Lord would have it, the match we attended was on “Zubaz Night,” which opened my eyes to the Zubaz culture that is still very much alive over here in Minnesota. I guess society just refuses to pull a Taylor Swift and completely “shake off” the Zubaz trend…kind of like Linus and his blanket…or something.

Anyways.

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Thanks to Darrin and his Ticketmaster talents  {alliteration. boom.}, we had great seats for the match, and my sister’s fiancé came pretty close to catching a free t-shirt that was launched into the stands. We tried resenting the little boy who actually caught the flying shirt…but he was just too darn cute and having the time of his life under the stadium lights, so we figured we’d save our hard feelings for someone a bit more deserving. icon wink Meet: A Night With the Minnesota United FC Darrin and I sat in front of some local college’s Gossip Girls, so we’re all caught up on the drama taking place between Mike and Becky {OMG} and the glares Kristy gave Sarah last week during class. The nerve. We took bites from our chicken quesadillas and gyros in between drama stories as the game played in front of us.  Who needs reality television, am I right?!

It was so much fun cheering on the team, chanting the fight songs {the Minnesota United has a ragtag band that shows up to every game, you guys….where can I find one for my own personal use?!}, yelling at the referee, sipping spiked hot chocolate, and keeping cozy on a chilly autumn night. Playoffs for the top seeded Minnesota United {hashtag brag moment} start next weekend, so I’m hoping Darrin and I make it to more of their games this year. Maybe before we know it, we’ll be in England watching an official English Premiere League match…{!!!}…until then, we’ll be showing a whole lot of love to our Minnesota team!

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The Dance Party Text

28th October 2014

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Polo: similar; Sweater: Nordstrom Rack; Jeans: American Eagle; Heels: Target; Bag: c/o Mellow World

All of these graduate school deadlines that I initially ignored at the beginning of the academic year have now arrived with a vengeance because, well, who cares about planning for major Midterm papers when you’re breaking in a new mechanical pencil on a clean sheet of paper from your sleek new notebook {nerd alert}?! The beginning of the academic semester is exciting! The middle of the academic year can be a drag. An incredibly busy and stressful drag. Unless your sweet husband sends you a text message in the middle of your three hour long night class that reads: “Dance party when you get back.”

Yes sir.

I arrived home ready to blast the new T-Swift album {duh} and found Darrin at his office desk, surrounded by heavy textbooks and loose leaf sheets of notebook paper. He had the movie Les Miserables playing on his computer screen while he operated on some strange, scientific robot. Because nothing says “Let’s watch Les Mis!” like the presence of a robot.

We took a rain check on the dance party because, well, ROBOTS you guys, and Darrin tried to explain to me the programs he was creating while the little robot machine hummed at a register that did not jive with Anne Hathaway’s “I Dreamed A Dream.”

I fell asleep that night thinking about three main ideas:

*Dance party invites from Darrin are just the coolest. Even if they don’t necessarily occur. It’s the thought that counts, folks.

*I sure hope that robot in the other room doesn’t turn into a Decepticon. I’ve seen Transformers. I know allllll about evil robots trying to take over the world.

*Robots, musicals, academics, dorky dance parties…our kids are going to be huge nerds.

On that note, how about 10% off any handbag purchase over at Mellow World? The handbag I’m sporting above is so perfect for the fall, so be sure to browse their site and use the code SOMETIMESGRACEFULLY at checkout for a discount! As Matthew McConaughey would say, “Alllll right all right!”

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A Less-Than-Graceful Monday!

27th October 2014

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Mondays can be such Mooondays after an awesome weekend. We spent some time with my sweet sister and her fiancé, cheered on our favorite sports teams, went to our first Minnesota United soccer game, bought a massive “Mulled Cider” candle {burning as we speak write, folks}, vacuumed the living room {vacuuming is always worth bragging about…you’re welcome to come roll around on my living room floor}, and watched the movie Anastasia. So much awesome crammed into one weekend, right? No wonder I want to hang my head all day like a sad Charlie Brown and complain about Moooonday.

But fear not {is it cool to break out in a “Shakespearean drawl”?}, Darrin cooked a huge about of his famous chili last night and scrubbed clean our little kitchen. All the while wearing my frilly apron from Anthropologie and occasionally dancing to the tunes blasting through his headphones. So I’ve got that image to keep me company all day. And a clean kitchen. AND a husband who ain’t afraid to twist and shout in a cute apron. Life is good, people.

Here are a few less-than-graceful moments from yours truly! In case you needed some more dorkiness to brighten up your Monday.  icon wink A Less Than Graceful Monday!

  1. Completely FAILED trying to eat a tiny sample of sausage pizza at our local grocery store. I bit into my tiny slice, trying not to burn my tongue, and somehow managed to get piping hot pizza sauce all over my hands. Which burned. And then the piece of sausage I had in my mouth fell out of my mouth and rolled onto the floor…and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, some random shopper came up to my pizza-sauced self and asked “So! Did ya burn yer tongue?!” OHMYGOSHGETMEOUTOFHERERIGHTNOW.
  2. There is no graceful way to eat BBQ ribs. None. The whole “stick out your pinky finger” trick makes no difference whatsoever. And there is no graceful way to respond to your waitress when she asks if you’d like a Diet Coke refill when your hands are holding a BBQ rib and your face is smudged with sauce. All you can do sometimes is just grunt back at her like the caveman that you are. U.G.H.
  3. Currently, I share the same height as our pile of dirty laundry that’s stacked up against our dresser. We’ve decided that the first one to accidently knock over the pile has to do the first load. Because that’s how mature and responsible adults get things done!
  4. Frozen pizza has become one of our main food groups over here in the Beekman household. We’ve become what we like to call “Frozen Pizza Connoisseurs,” even bonding with our grocery store cashier about the best frozen pizza brands on the market. What’s that you ask? Is there such a thing as a Frozen Pizza Foodie?? Why yes. YES. THERE. IS. {Hashtag we need more time to cook real food}.

Have a great rest of your Monday!

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