Saturday, February 26, 2011

white meets its enemy

A couple of years ago spring had sprung. I was tan....for a red head. I had what I thought at the time was a beautiful white top and a new white bag with gorgeous peach lining with a matching white wallet......No need for judgment people. I just got nauseated thinking about that outfit. God what was I thinking? We all have past fashion faux pas, don't we?

Anyway, I thought I was looking mighty fine, ready for a night out with the gals at the Red Door. For those of you who don't live in Salt Lake, The Red Door is a martini bar that just so happens to make the most delicious dirty martini around. Its one of those places that everyone kinda thinks that they are too cool for school. We arrived and the door man, Chet (yes I know his name) asked for our ID's. I pulled out my wallet and a huge goop of chocolate comes out of my bag and right onto my crisp white blouse. Then to make matters worse I tried to move my hair out of my face...chocolate was smeared across my forehead. Everyone was looking at me. I immediately walkout. I was devastated and MORTIFIED. I walked out of the posh bar and almost started to cry....then I just busted out laughing. I was covered in chocolate from top to bottom. My girlfriends helped me clean my face off...with a random newspaper that was sitting on the side walk. The resourceful geniuses didn't think ahead about the ink smearing all over my top and face. I was a mess. But somehow I pulled myself together. We walked to a different bar, one where you can eat peanuts and throw them on the floor and where they wouldn't judge me if I had chocolate all over my self. I didn't get my martini that night, but I learned how to laugh at my self.

I have come to terms that I am that girl that can never wear white and not spill on it. My socks never match, my nails are typically chipped, and my hair probably looks like I just came out of a wind tunnel. But you know what, I'm just fine with that. I'm happy that I am who I am. It keeps things interesting. Even if I cant wear white. Who's up for a martini?

Friday, February 25, 2011

confessions of a foodie

I have had something on my mind for a while now. I feel like I should just spit it out already and own up to it....I despise tomatoes. There I said it. I think this is so hard for me to say because I love food. You put it in front of me and I will most likely eat, even if I'm not hungry.

Note to self: Call over eaters anonymous Monday morning.

But really I love food. I love eating, I love trying new things, new restaurants, I love sitting down with loved ones with a glass of wine and a great meal. Most of my day revolves around where I'm going to lunch with my co-workers and what I'm cooking for dinner for my oh so lovely husband when I get home. I feel I need to clarify something. I cook for my husband because I love to cook, not because I'm a stepford wife. Cooking is my quiet time. My zen moment.

Back to the god awful tomatoes...I love escargot, I have eaten zebra...not so proud of that one...but I have done it. I lived on Ethiopian food for 4 months and lived to say I survived. I will try anything once, and I typically love it. But for some reason I cant make my self like tomatoes. I want to like them so bad, but nope its just pure hatred. I love making beautiful Caprese salads in the summer...But I never touch it. Ben and I even grow our own tomatoes...still loath them. I want to like tomatoes so bad....but seriously I gag at the thought of even eating one. So there you have it. My one flaw. I hate tomatoes.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

my body is rejecting winter

So apparently the storm of the century is about to hit....again. Instead of putting on my woollies and snuggling up with a good movie, I am making a margarita (umbrella included) and having a bowl of pesto pasta. Nothing says summer like basil and lemons...especially when its imported from Puerto Rico because its too damn cold here.My body is rejecting winter. It refuses to acknowledge that we most likely have another 4 more months of back and fourth sun and snow.

*I don't need to remind you all that it snowed 2 days before our wedding... and then the day of the wedding 2 bridesmaids passed out AT THE ALTER due to the heat. OUR WEDDING WAS IN JUNE. This is all for another post, but the look on my fathers face when we woke up to snow was priceless....he was freaking out more than me....but like I said that's for a different day.

I have been shopping for swim suits and big floppy hats for months now. I am going to be really disappointed when I wake up with a foot of snow. So for now I will be sitting under my lamp with my sound machine set on ocean thinking of this....

Monday, February 21, 2011

my favorites

These are easily 2 of my favorite people alive. I mean, just look at them. The 3 of us go together like spaghetti and meat balls. I feel terrible for Ben because he has to listen to the gossip and the shoe talk and the "Oh my god did you see what she was wearing...?!?" talk. I'm convinced that he secretly loves it....just like he secretly loves Sex and the City. Honest to god I almost pee my pants every time we hang out from laughing so hard....soooo what I'm trying to tell you is that I pee my pants...a lot.

mind games

This last week the weather was amazing. I sat out on the patio with Jen for hours and got a sunburn...that's not saying much I get a sun burn walk to my car in the morning. But you get what I mean. Ben thought it was a great day for a bike ride so he met some friends at a local pub. Little did he know it had started snowing, and by the time he was ready to leave there was a good 3 or 4 inches...needless to say I had to go pick him up.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


I was going though some of my old photos and the ones of Ethiopia stood out.

BACK STORY: I lived in Ethiopia in 2006 for 4 months taking care of the kiddos at the Village of Hope.
I always get the same feeling when I think about Ethiopia. Its hard to explain. I loved living there. I loved not having a phone...for the most part, and having to travel 30 minutes by local bus to check my email. I loved the feeling that I was making a difference in the little lives I was caring for. I loved that every time I left the village be it 10 minutes or 5 days the kids would all come running out of the house to greet me with a hug. I loved that everything thing was so simple and pure.

I miss Ethiopia and will be going back sometime. I would love to show Ben where I spent 4 very important months of my life. I am so thankful I was lucky enough to have the experience of a lifetime.

Unholy mess

It was a bad bad day in the Diamond-Hansen household yesterday....

I was leaving work and heading to the gym...and that's when the bomb dropped. I got a call from Ben that went a little like this...

Ben "Ummmm hey babe...I have something to tell you. I'm warning you, you aren't going to be happy. But I thought I had better tell you."

Now for all of you who know Ben, know that he is the most undramatic person in the polar opposite. So I knew that whatever he was about to tell me was big.

Me: "It cant be that bad. Whats up?"

Ben: "Well somehow Chloe got into our bed room and found your shoes....."

I went into a total panic hoping that it was the dumb paten leather purple pumps I bought on a whim...

Me: "Spit it out already!"

Ben: "Your brown suede heels."

Me: "Oh sweet mother...." The rest of what I said is not very lady like of me, so go ahead and use your imagination.

Now before you all go and think I'm over reacting let me fill you in on something. These shoes fit me like a glove. They are a size 5...which never seems to happen. They are my go to shoes. Michael Kors pumps circa 2007.

The shoes are unfixable. I couldnt even make my self even look at them last I looked this mornig...bad bad bad idea. I almost lost my latte.
As for Chloe she is still alive and well and chewing on her 12 bones I bought her to keep her away from my shoes.