3/30/12

{this moment}

Inspired by SouleMama
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

3/28/12

When you meet your idol

Written by: Keri Fabin & Laura Kelly

Last Monday evening, in the cutest little bookshop, in the sweetest little town outside of Pittsburgh, two great friends met their idol, Ree Drummond- A witty pioneering gal from Oklahoma, with long, flowing red locks, one picturesque cowboy hubby and four adorable, freckle-faced children.
When they first learned that The Pioneer Woman herself was making a pit stop in the Golden Triangle on her latest book tour, they immediately agreed: It was a date. Their love, looovvvee, LOVE for good ol' P-Dub was (and is, now more than ever) undeniable, but for different reasons:

While Keri and her slightly taller, auburn-haired counterpart both fell in love with and married two great country guys, Laura's last date ended with her suitor confessing that he was engaged. Yup, engaged.

So Keri can relate to and admires this successful ranching, cooking, writing, blogging, show hosting, country loving, photo taking goddess of the domestic world. And Laura, well, she finds Ree's unbridled love for doughnuts appealing. In fact, after reading that one single post, she knew the she had found a woman to admire because there are, in fact, many things she would do for a Klondike Bar.

So with hearts full of adoration and excitement, Keri and Laura waited for over an hour and a half to meet their superstar and her family, and learned many things (some the hard way) in the process.
Here's a helpful list of tips if and when you, lucky you, are ever presented with the chance to meet your idol:
DO tweet her a welcome message. She just might tweet you back!

DON'T drink hot coffee beforehand. Your breath will stink. You will get hot. You will begin to perspire in an already nerve-racking situation. And you will develop embarrassing, damp underarm circles. Nobody likes a sweaty Betty.

DO wash your hair. 'Nough said.

DON'T fill up your gas tank before your trip there. Driving with the needle scandalously hovering over 'empty' really adds to the suspense of the experience.

DO be suspicious of your GPS. It won't always point you in the right direction. The 20 miles will turn into 30 and that little extra anticipation and excitement will turn into heartburn.

DON'T lie to your teacher about skipping class if it falls at the same time. Tell him that your overactive Catholic guilt won’t let you sleep at night if you don’t go. He’ll probably say, "The Pioneer Woman? My wife made me her maple cinnamon rolls! Tell her they were fabulous!"

DO touch up your make up in the car. You never know when Ree will decide that you’re the PERFECT match for Cowboy Josh, and snap of picture of you to show him later. This didn’t happen- maybe next time.
DON'T stalk her children. When you see three of her darling, well-mannered kids happily run into Starbucks across the street, don't follow them in. Don't even think about it. No matter how excited you are to see them, and no matter how irresistible you find their freckles, and no matter how much you want to buy them all a Mocha Frappuccino, and gush over how much you love their boots and flannel shirts. Do. Not. Do. It.
DON'T conspicuously gawk at their significant others. Marborlo Man is quite the stud muffin, but all drooling and ogling of this (or any) taken, masculine, chiseled, blue-eyed silver fox should be done from afar.
DON'T be a klutz. This means NEVER knocking off MM’s cowboy hat when taking a picture with him; it’s better to just look less-than desirable in the picture. It would be much like tugging on Super Man’s cape, spitting into the wind, pulling the mask off that old Lone Ranger. Or foolishly dipping a juicy, delicate piece of fillet mignon in ketchup- You just don't do those things.

DO make excuses. Use the tip above to rationalize why you look so 'eh' in all the pictures taken with her husband.
DON'T be socially awkward. SPEAK! Full sentences are your best bet. "Hi. I have two books. Um, for you to sign. Uh. Hi. Please. Will you sign them? Please. OK. Thank you" is not an acceptable conversation. And if you can't find the words, take advantage of the friend you brought along with a love for indulging in chatter with strangers as if they were long-lost bunk mates from summer camp. She'll tell them your life story for you in under five seconds, and you can continue being awkward.

DON'T wear heels. Wear flats. Standing in line for long periods of time is hard.
DON'T complain. When there are no cookies and/or water (as advertised) left by the time you get upstairs to meet your hero, you have no one to blame but yourself. You should have gotten there sooner. And do you even need a cookie? No, not really.
DO laugh at her jokes. When she makes a monkey face at the fare-haired child in line ahead of you, and his eyes begin to well up with tears as he hysterically screams in her face, laugh when she says, "Ree Drummond: Terrifying small children one city at a time". She'll appreciate it.

DO make friends with the people in line in front of and behind you. They’ll kindly capture a few Kodak moments for you.
DO give advice, but not overly helpful and precise advice. Impress Marlboro Man with your knowledge of the best hot sauce application technique to a Primanti’s Bros. sandwich. However, resist when you feel the urge to give overly specific directions from their hotel to sites around the city. She does not know that you used to work for the visitor's bureau right across the street. She'll thank you for the guidance because she's polite, but you risk creeping her out.
DO flatter her. "You're here, and you're real, and you're just adorable!!!" will suffice. She'll return the compliment by declaring to the world (er, the people in your vicinity) that you're 'just precious', and it will make your day.
DO indulge a delicious meal with your partner in crime. Particularly sushi. But not while waiting in the signing line... you should wait until afterward. But keep in mind that hunger can make you extra girly and giddy and delirious. So maybe eat before, too.
DON'T rush yourself. If you hurry to get there, you might accidentally leave your headlights on, killing your car battery. But if you do, call AAA and be sure to get a tow truck driver who calls you Darlin'.

DO wait with your forgetful buddy if her car battery dies. You will laugh. A lot.
Finally and most importantly:
DON'T forget to have an amazing time! And gush and relive and obsess over your once-in-a-lifetime experience for days and days. OK, who are we kidding- for weeks and weeks... or until you meet again.

3/26/12

Baby vogue

As you can clearly see, Emily, at the ripe age of six months, is already the epitome of cool in her Auntie Keri's chic, new shades. And the camera just loves her...
I'm a model. You know what I mean.
And I do my little turn on the catwalk.
Yeah, on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah.
I do my little turn on the catwalk.

3/23/12

{this moment}

Inspired by SouleMama
A Friday ritual. A single two photos - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

3/20/12

Hello, Spring.

Ahhh, Spring. You're here, and you're good. Oh, so good.

I can feel you. Hear you. Smell you. See you- finally.

You might be unusually premature this year, but you won't find any complaints from me. You are welcomed. Warmly welcomed, in fact, with open arms... widely reaching, unbarred arms.

You have nourished my soul, and provided me with an urgent push to put on my new sneaks, and get outside...
My new kicks- Like 'em?!
I do.
Outside to explore. To wander. To discover. To take in and enjoy all of nature's artistry. To hush the inner chatter, if only for a moment. To look outward, and appreciate my surroundings. To soak in all of the glory and goodness.

And I thank you for it.
Here are a few shots from a lovely excursion with Callie last week. She's the best little walking/hiking companion- the heartbeat at my feet.

I love her. She loves me. And we love our outdoor time together. l.o.v.e.

Anyway, I went a little camera crazy, but I couldn't resist. It was just so colorful and budding and beautiful and wonderful...

3/16/12

{this moment}

Inspired by SouleMama
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

3/14/12

New & good

Here's what's new, good and up with me recently: 

Back in the burbs
I made the hour-and-a-half trip back to suburbia to visit my family this past weekend. My visit was pretty fun and eventful. Here's what I did.

>I boogied hard at Jergel's Rhythm Grille with my sister, my friend, Heather, and my mom and a few of her friends on Friday night. Our favorite, local disco funk band, Dancing Queen was playing. I say that like I know a ton of 70's cover bands- I don't. I just know Dancing Queen, and they rock. It was a blast.

>I got a hair cut- a free one from my sister. And I love it. Not because it was free, but because I feel like a new woman. Thank you, Tracy, for ridding me of terribly long, uneven, dingy, end-splitting locks.

>I enjoyed a sushi lunch at Jimmy Wan's. MY favvvvvvorite!

>I watched the best scary movie I've seen in a long time with my mom on Saturday night- Fright Night. Then I watched Twilight: New Moon (for the fifthish time) to restore my faith in the vampire species- I felt much better afterward.

>I took my family's Yorkie for a neighborhood stroll. Walking Fergie is much different than walking my giant hounds. When she pulls on the leash it doesn't violently jolt your entire body forward, she doesn't romp through mud puddles and/or cow poop, and she even poses for pictures.
Sometimes I don't even think she's a dog...

Durdy is dandy
So remember I told you about my pet rabbit being under the weather? (here is the post if you don't recall) Well, I'm happy to report that Durdy's head is un-tilted, back on straight, right-side up and looking fuzzier and cuter than ever. I'm so glad he's better!

Terrible two
Our niece, Julianna, just turned turned two- and she's not terrible at all. She's quite delightful, in fact. Her wit, bouncy blonde curls and charm continue to tickle my funny bone and tug on my heart strings. But don't take my word for it...
See? I told you. What a doll. I love her.

Happy birthday, Julia!

Gaining with Lose It!
Have you heard of this weight loss website? Well, let me tell you, it is amazing. Chris and I are addicted. You have to check it out!

After forcing myself to weigh in this weekend, I decided that I need to lose a few quite a few LBS. I'm calling these LBS 'love pounds'. Because I'm a loved and happily content newly wed who steadily cooks and bakes and very heavily snacks- that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Anyway, I'm desperately feeling the need to shed these extra, pesky pounds before my love handles require their zip code or something. And Chris has decided the same, so we've been using the Lose It! app on our Droids... we can scan bar codes on food and everything. Very cool.
Pic taken on my phone while on a long hike with Callie last night.
{Gettin' my ducks cows in a row}
We've both been really into it, and exercising- I hope it stays that way. It's always easier to get healthy and stay on track with an encouraging buddy by your side. I already feel better!

K-FAB hearts P-DUB
My one and only pioneering, red-headed idol, Ree Drummond, AKA The Pioneer Woman is coming to Pittsburgh for a book signing on Monday, and my gal pal, Laura, and I are going! I'm so anxious/excited (borderline crazy) to meet her.

I bought her new cook book yesterday, but I was also thinking about having her sign a cooking utensil for fun- you know, because I want to be cute and stand out and receive an invite to dinner with her on the ranch in Oklahoma. A girl can dream, right? So my mom suggested a wooden spoon. Any other ideas?

I also just started reading her book, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels-A Love Story. I'm already on chapter five, and so far it's laugh-out-loud hilarious, adorable and heart warming. Not that I would expect anything less... I just adore her.

Well, that about covers it. What new and good things are happening for you?

3/9/12

{this moment}

Inspired by SouleMama
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

3/7/12

To smash, or not to smash?

That is the question.

Has anyone else been watching "Smash"? If so, what do you say- yay or nay? I would really appreciate your input because I can't decide how I feel about the show yet.

Unfortunately, after just three episodes, I lost Christopher. He has confidently determined that it's painfully lame. So now, I have to figure out if I like it enough to go it alone, and commit to watching. Hmmm, decisions, decisions.

I mean, it does include a few of my guilty pleasures: musical numbers at random; Debra Messing; and a healthy helping of raunch (wah, I miss my "American Horror Story"). But I'm not sure if those three items can override some of the show's terrible acting and cheesiness. It's pretty ugly at times- like laughably ridiculous and annoying.

Oh, how fine the line between love & hate.

Regardless, I must say that the show has given me a new appreciation for the late, lovely Ms. M. Monroe- so that's a plus. In fact, she (and one of my favorite sayings) inspired the following hump-day silliness:

I seriously think Marilyn had it all wrong...
image via
Well, not all wrong. I think that gentlemen do prefer blondes. I won't argue with that.
Naturally.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Thanks for stopping by, and have a very wonderful Wednesday!

3/6/12

A wittle weather

Lately, we Fabins have been under the weather...

The Mother Nature Kind
It rained a lot last week. Hard. And we even heard some thunder. Yeah, pretty strange for February, but it did make for a great post-storm sky, with some pretty peaceful blue, grey and gold hues.
And now that we are in to March, we're seeing more white and feeling more cold, providing scenes resembling the innards of a Christmas snowglobe.

I. Am. Over. It.

AND more importantly...

The not-feelin'-good kind
While Chris and I have both finally gotten over our recent, painfully prolonged colds, the Fabin I was/am most concerned for is Durdy. 

He is my Holland lop rabbit adowable, wittle, fuzzy wuzzy, white and gwey bunny wabbit.
Awwwwwwwe. I wuv him.
My poowah, wittle sweet hawt. He's not feewin' vewy well. : (

Last Monday morning I noticed that his head was curiously tilted to the left. And unfortunately, I had a lot of time to think about all of the possible causes as I called almost veterinarian in the area because our regular one (and most) will not treat small animals- So dumb.

But luckily I found an animal hospital located 30 minutes from our house that sees bunnies, so I took him in later that afternoon.

The vet informed me that there are many causes for a head tilt/wry neck in rabbits, and that it can be fatal but most do recover with regular doses of antibiotic and physical therapy.

So like a good pet parent, I've been doing just that. He gets 2.5 mL of medicine through an oral syringe once a day and PT on his head and neck. It's been over a week now, and his head is still a bit off, but he is eating, drinking and playing like his normal, lovable, fuzz-ball self, so I'm hopeful.

In time the exercises should retrain his brain, and correct the position of his head, but we'll just have to wait and see- Cross your fingers!
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