Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Mr. and Mrs. Hilbert!
Hooray, we're married! We got married June 13 in Charleston, and it was, as predicted, the greatest day on Earth. Evan and I had the most fun ever, and it was so great to see all our family and friends. The ceremony was just what I wanted, and the reception was perfect. Well, I mean, I guess it was. We never ate any of the food...nor did we ever have to actually go to the bar for drinks. But I did eat the cake, and it was great. So, I'm sure the reception was perfect. Plus, I scored bonus points when I surprised Evan by having the DJ play our first "song," from way back when I still carried the freshman 15 (ok, maybe 20) and Evan's least favorite activity was going to class. I plan to use these bonus points in fights for at least the next 2-3 months. Score!
Unfortunately, we had to drive back to KY the next day so I could get right back to boring old bar review class. Lame. We're going on a honeymoon after I take the bar exam July 28-29. We're going to Disney to meet Mickey, Minnie, and maybe even Buzz Lightyear (Evan's personal hero). Until then, it's just the same old routine. I go to class every morning, Evan makes the bed really poorly, I come home and complain about that and then we fight over what TV to watch while I study. Ahhh, life is good.
Oh, and one final bit of news. Evan's first story since graduating was published the other day in The Leo, a Louisville alternative magazine. My little journalist! Here's a link.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
We Closed!
Well, we're officially homeowners! Hooray! I think that means we're adults, which, in turn, means Evan might have to stop making...how do I say it?..."junk" jokes. I don't see it happening.
Anyway, the good news is we own a house, it's in Audubon Park, and it has everything we want. The bad news is the people that sold it to us might be the dirtiest, laziest people on Earth. The countertops are covered in a layer of black scum. The floors are covered in literal dirt (like from their crappy potted plants). Everything is dusty (as in never-before-been-dusted-ever dusty). All the appliances are stained, and the fridge had a sticker in the shape of a trout on it when we came in. That sticker is now gone, but there's a nice little trout-shaped dirt outline on the fridge instead. The food pantry area of the cabinets were used by them to hold their recyclables (vomit), so there's all kinds of booger-esque food stuff stuck to them. Oh, and the upstairs carpet is soaked in cat urine!
In terms of laziness, there is much evidence of this as well. There are paint drippings on the hardwood floors (who needs dropcloths?!). There's paint on most of the door handles. The showerhead in the master bath appears to be secured with duct tape. They painted the guest bath red and clearly did not understand that a red wall requires more than 1 coat of paint. Nor did they take the time to paint around the towel bar, as there is red paint dripping all over it. Oh, and they painted over every face plate, switch, and outlet. That should be fun to try to remove!
Anyway, while this all really sucks a big one, it will be nice to look back on this house in a year (b/c that's how long I believe it will take to remove the scars of the old owners) and see how much better we've made it. Seriously, after we clean it and paint it we'll probably already have like $10k in equity in it. We're putting in new carpet to replace the cat-ruined stuff. We will utilize drop cloths when painting and also utilize two coats of paint where necessary. We also plan to clean, oh I don't know, ONCE A WEEK, instead of once a year, which is my best guess as to how often these people cleaned. It's been hard to temper my OCD and not worry about the cleaning issues, but with a lot of bleach and a little febreeze, I think I'll get there.
Here's some pics of us in the new house, right after closing. We were going to buy champagne, but we're pretty cheap, so we just split a Bud Light from the case we bought to bribe people to help us with the house. LJ loves his new yard! I took a pic of his first pee! Memories in the making, right here.
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Anyway, the good news is we own a house, it's in Audubon Park, and it has everything we want. The bad news is the people that sold it to us might be the dirtiest, laziest people on Earth. The countertops are covered in a layer of black scum. The floors are covered in literal dirt (like from their crappy potted plants). Everything is dusty (as in never-before-been-dusted-ever dusty). All the appliances are stained, and the fridge had a sticker in the shape of a trout on it when we came in. That sticker is now gone, but there's a nice little trout-shaped dirt outline on the fridge instead. The food pantry area of the cabinets were used by them to hold their recyclables (vomit), so there's all kinds of booger-esque food stuff stuck to them. Oh, and the upstairs carpet is soaked in cat urine!
In terms of laziness, there is much evidence of this as well. There are paint drippings on the hardwood floors (who needs dropcloths?!). There's paint on most of the door handles. The showerhead in the master bath appears to be secured with duct tape. They painted the guest bath red and clearly did not understand that a red wall requires more than 1 coat of paint. Nor did they take the time to paint around the towel bar, as there is red paint dripping all over it. Oh, and they painted over every face plate, switch, and outlet. That should be fun to try to remove!
Anyway, while this all really sucks a big one, it will be nice to look back on this house in a year (b/c that's how long I believe it will take to remove the scars of the old owners) and see how much better we've made it. Seriously, after we clean it and paint it we'll probably already have like $10k in equity in it. We're putting in new carpet to replace the cat-ruined stuff. We will utilize drop cloths when painting and also utilize two coats of paint where necessary. We also plan to clean, oh I don't know, ONCE A WEEK, instead of once a year, which is my best guess as to how often these people cleaned. It's been hard to temper my OCD and not worry about the cleaning issues, but with a lot of bleach and a little febreeze, I think I'll get there.
Here's some pics of us in the new house, right after closing. We were going to buy champagne, but we're pretty cheap, so we just split a Bud Light from the case we bought to bribe people to help us with the house. LJ loves his new yard! I took a pic of his first pee! Memories in the making, right here.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LJ!
April 6 was LJ's third birthday! Much has changed about our little guy since we first got him last September, but he's still the same old dog at heart. Let's go through some lists.
Things LJ no longer does
Spend half the night wandering in circles in the bedroom and/or pooping
Pee indoors
Chew through his leash
Wake us up before 6 am (well, usually)
Things LJ still does, despite being older and wiser
Poop in his crate (but only on bad days)
Scream as though being murdered in his crate
Destroy "indestructible" toys in 22 minutes or less
Eat tissues, paper towels, plastic, sticks and rocks
Growl at any person that is not Evan or I
Lick his own genitals
And that about wraps up the little man. He got a new bag of treats for his birthday. And we wore party hats. Unfortunately, LJ hates party hats...he mostly attempts to eat them, which makes sense, given the list above.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITTLE MAN!!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Final Countdown(s)
Today, there were snow showers and the high was like 38 or something. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I think I'll document some countdowns to better days ahead. Here goes.
Days until we close on our house, which means the current owners, their 7 cats, and the giant clay head in the master bedroom will be GONE: 5
Days until we graduate, which means I never have to hear a douchey law student conversation again...unfortunately, these conversations will likely be replaced by douchey actual lawyer conversations, but I think they'll be less frequent than what I endure here: 27
Days until we move, leaving Gloomington (Evan thought this one up the other day...he's my little comedian) and its never-ending wind behind forever: 28 (and if we could find time to graduate and move in the same day, we would do it)
Days until our WEDDING, on which I will become Mrs. Evan Hilbert, embracing marriage and its sexist undertones with open arms: 62 (unless I counted wrong which is highly likely because I have really embarassing math anxiety)
Now, if only either of us would find a job...things would be perfect!
Days until we close on our house, which means the current owners, their 7 cats, and the giant clay head in the master bedroom will be GONE: 5
Days until we graduate, which means I never have to hear a douchey law student conversation again...unfortunately, these conversations will likely be replaced by douchey actual lawyer conversations, but I think they'll be less frequent than what I endure here: 27
Days until we move, leaving Gloomington (Evan thought this one up the other day...he's my little comedian) and its never-ending wind behind forever: 28 (and if we could find time to graduate and move in the same day, we would do it)
Days until our WEDDING, on which I will become Mrs. Evan Hilbert, embracing marriage and its sexist undertones with open arms: 62 (unless I counted wrong which is highly likely because I have really embarassing math anxiety)
Now, if only either of us would find a job...things would be perfect!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Hey, Sorry for the Neglect
I blame Steph. You probably should too.
Since Kentucky has plummeted to a completely abysmal level of basketball achievement, I suppose I could start contributing to this blog. It can't be any worse than watching Ramon Harris try to shoot or dribble, am I right?!?
I fear that joke was lost on all the chicks that probably read this, looking for all of our housekeeping tips and stories outlining my oft-chivalrous behavior. Nevertheless, I take it upon myself to update you all(?) on our lives as we embark on dreary ol' March (which, to be fair, is no different than dreary ol' October-February).
Currently---this exact second, I mean---Steph is angrily thrashing about in a sea of papers. I mean, I wish I could take a picture of the couch right now. It's covered in papers, binders, and snot-addled tissues. It's like a kindergarten teacher's desk---without all the candy. And Steph's not wearing a sweater vest with a ruler's likeness on it.
As for the month ahead, probably a lot of bitching about the weather and TLC-watching. If I'm lucky, Steph will be busy throughout the NCAA Tourney, so I'll be able to gain like 150 pounds while watching teams with a competent coach and point guard, you know, run offense.
Sorry, I'm still a little emotional.
Well, that's it. Sorry it didn't make any sense. No one said I was smart.
Since Kentucky has plummeted to a completely abysmal level of basketball achievement, I suppose I could start contributing to this blog. It can't be any worse than watching Ramon Harris try to shoot or dribble, am I right?!?
I fear that joke was lost on all the chicks that probably read this, looking for all of our housekeeping tips and stories outlining my oft-chivalrous behavior. Nevertheless, I take it upon myself to update you all(?) on our lives as we embark on dreary ol' March (which, to be fair, is no different than dreary ol' October-February).
Currently---this exact second, I mean---Steph is angrily thrashing about in a sea of papers. I mean, I wish I could take a picture of the couch right now. It's covered in papers, binders, and snot-addled tissues. It's like a kindergarten teacher's desk---without all the candy. And Steph's not wearing a sweater vest with a ruler's likeness on it.
As for the month ahead, probably a lot of bitching about the weather and TLC-watching. If I'm lucky, Steph will be busy throughout the NCAA Tourney, so I'll be able to gain like 150 pounds while watching teams with a competent coach and point guard, you know, run offense.
Sorry, I'm still a little emotional.
Well, that's it. Sorry it didn't make any sense. No one said I was smart.
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