Weekend recap

Someone told me that Southern Indiana's current extended forecast includes snow and I promptly told them to shut their dirty mouth.

I'm ready for the holiday season, but I am not ready for high heating bills, dry skin, and shoveling the driveway.

Like I've ever shoveled our driveway ...

But have I mentioned that my car doesn't have heat? (I did.) I drove all of last winter without heat and it dropped below zero degrees several times. (I purchased my Ford Escape in the middle of a sweltering August, and making sure the heat works is the least of your concerns when you're suffering with cleavage sweat.)

So no, I am not ready for any of the unpleasantness that come with winter. Psyched for Christmas, yes, but not the cold.

I'm concerned that this past weekend was the last truly nice weekend before we enter the crummy season, and I pretty much wasted it. I can't do much running (more on that tomorrow) and aside from taking Joey on a few walks, I was a hermit. 

Over the course of Friday night through Sunday night, Clay and I watched all three of the original Star Wars movies. In case you're wondering, this was not my idea. I've never seen these movies and I know that's probably the most unAmerican thing you've ever heard, but sci-fi just does not interest me. I've never felt compelled to watch the movies, but I did it to appease my husband and so I won't be totally out of the loop when he drags me to the theater to see the newest one in December. 

After watching all three movies I can say this: Meh. 

I definitely appreciate them for what they are and can understand why people gravitate towards them, but I wasn't dazzled. They were fun and held my interest and I finally understand the context of the quotes I've been hearing all these years ("These aren't the droids you're looking for."), but I can't say I loved them. I wish I could, but I can't. 

And Yoda looks like a wrinkled lime forgotten in the refrigerator. I don't believe for a second that anyone ever took him seriously as a jedi. And why is everyone wearing "futuristic" linen robes, but Luke's aunt was wearing a jean jacket?

The best part of watching the trilogy is that Space Balls makes more sense to me now and I LOVE Space Balls.

Clayton worked the last home IU football game of the season, so I was mostly left to my own devices on Saturday. I cleaned the house, ran a few errands, and got my hair done. 

My stylist moved out of town and I've been desperately looking for another salon to fill the void she left in my life (when you get your hair cut by the same person for 3 years, you kinda get attached). I decided to try a salon that Blueline helped brand (we did some killer design for them), and I was not disappointed. 

My stylist's name was Jamie and the first thing she did was sit down and talk to me about my hair and my normal routine. She spent several minutes trying to understand how I felt about my hair and what I wanted to accomplish (and what was realistic). I told her that I felt like my current color was kind of blah and somewhat stark against my complexion. She agreed and suggested she weave in a few different caramel tones to warm my face and bring out the gold in my eyes. 

The process took forever (the entire appointment was 2.5 hours), but she made fantastic recommendations on how to style my hair and was just a joy to chat with. I usually leave the salon feeling frustrated with my flat, flat hair, but she used a round brush in a way I've never seen before and it created incredible volume that actually made me love my hair's God-given texture. It looked so good, I regretted not having any plans because I wanted to go somewhere and show it off. 

 Excuse my lack of make-up and my rouge eyebrow.

My highlights have a red tint under bathroom and other harsh lighting, but I can assure you that my hair is not red. I'll need to buy a special toning shampoo to keep my color from getting brassy, but it's a small price to pay for hair you're happy with.

I tried to feed my hubby well this weekend, but we definitely had one of those "oops" meals that I shan't be trying again.

I wanted to take a trip to the bayou and made cajun-spiced catfish with black eyed peas and steamed broccoli (I didn't have any collard greens). My darling husband had to race back into the kitchen for milk because I guess the cajun spices were a bit "too spicy" (though I suspect he's just a big baby). Even after drowning his fish in ketchup, he quit after a few bites and made a sandwich. I thought it was good!

But he woke up to a nice surprise on Sunday morning when I made up a recipe for coffee whipped icing, for no reason other than I had some left over heavy cream and my coffee went cold. I whipped them together in my mixer with some powdered sugar and vanilla (I didn't measure; I'm a decent guesser when it comes to frostings) and voilĂ ! It tastes like whipped KahlĂșa!

Since it was kind of early in the morning and I didn't have any baked goods on hand, we just ate it with a spoon. And I caught Clayton walking back to the fridge several times that day for more. :)

I think I might try making it with the addition of cream cheese and smear it on some chocolate cake.

And finally, Clayton got to experience something brand new and flew a helicopter today! My friend Brittany is on a spontaneous trip to Iceland (!!!!) and had a Groupon for a helicopter lesson that she couldn't use. She tossed it my way and I made arrangements for Clayton to get a flying lesson. He was totally surprised and loved every minute of it! He's mentioned numerous times that he wants to fly, so now he can check it off his bucket list.

I only called him three times on his way to the lesson to remind him not to crash. Me worried? Never.

Happy Monday!