Date Night

So I have a lot of blogging that I need to do, like a lot to catch up on. But for now I am going to skip it all and talk about last night. Because last night was a date night. And last night was lovely. And I can go out of order because it's my blog. And if I lose any followers because of it, well then I'm just confused becasue I have 4 followers and they all happen to be my closest friends soooo...

After a really stressful week and fear of drowning (see previous blog post) Tim suggested demanded that we have a date night. And I quote, "I just want to spend time with you. Just you. Because I'm tired of all our time being measured in standards of productivity." Can you tell what his love language is? And how am I to stand against his demands?

So we got all dressed up and went to a new-ish fancy Italian restaurant in DTSB because it's Restaurant Week! i.e. 2 meals for $33 look it up it's a national thing, find participating restaurants. Except not the one that Tim and I went to. We don't recommend that one. The food was subpar and the whole place confusing. They were aiming for trendy instead of Italian and landed at neither. Swing and a miss.

*No pictures because the lights were uncomfortably dim

So we left and headed out to Mishawaka's finest dollar theater. Well really its a $2 theater in the evening so false advertising there but you get the jist. They show the movies in the inbetween times, you know like after the non-sketch theaters and before RedBox or Family Video if you want to go old school. We saw the Lego Movie. And got a large popcorn, extra butter, so we could refill it on the way out the door and make my moms day (who will eat it even if it's days old she loves it so much, wanna know the key to Mamma Magee's heart?)

Tim planned the date and was so perfect all night. He held umbrellas and opened doors and I wanted to blog about my knight in Jcrew armor but when you pull out the camera, he abandons the door holding and runs for his life.It's as if he doesnt want the 22 page views to view his chivalry.

But then you take him for a Margarita, the man is no longer camera shy? (Key to Tim's heart= tequila?)

 I love this man. We had such a great night and so much to talk about. I am so lucky to have him in my life reminding me when to relax. You go on and find yourself a Tim Kenney ya hear?

This post is sponsored by Date Nights: essential for couples of varying levels of commitment. :)

Birthday Time

Late Spring and early summer present a heavy influx of birthday celebrations in the Magee Household. And that means the actual best thing ever. You pick the meal. Only people from big families have a true appreciation for this. Truly. And all other family members get to benefit from meals where everyone is present and dinner is homemade and on time and lasts for hours. With many people and many schedules, this is a huge blessing. 

You can tell I am one of my families when dinner choices include ribs and burgers and fries and mashed potatoes and watermelon. Hefty, hearty, Midwestern meals. I think two more years on the east coast with dairyfreeorganiclowfatvegan meals on the rise might kill me.

So we went to the beach for the boys birthday at the perfect time. 4pm. Everyone is leaving and the heat is falling. And the sun it setting. Perfect. 

HBD to all of these lovely people. Don't worry, each and every one of them got the Magee family rendition of the birthday song which includes replacing Alleluia with Happy Birthday to any and all of the Gospel Antiphons. Try it. Be impressed by it. And switch it up next time the candles come out. I betcha won't go back. We never did.

Unpictured: Dad's birthday. Sorry Daddy.

Hoarder Status?

My computer was running super duper slow. Has been for awhile now. It was starting to make me nervous that my beloved and extinct Macbook was on it's last leg. But fear not fellow friends! My computer is not dying. It is just full, full, FULL to the brim. So I am trying to rid myself of these things and bring my computer back to the pace of my life, speedy quick. But where to start?

The place that has the most use. Pictures. Because on my itty-bitty computer I somehow managed to store 25,000+ pictures. What? I mean I knew it was full of 2 cameras worth of pictures. And I knew I lacked the external hard-drive I needed. But who takes that many pictures in 4.5 years? Me I guess.

Now, you should know that in most areas of life I am the furthest from hoarder. I actually scoff at Tim who has a serious problem. I tend to remain emotionally unattached and throwing things away gives me such a thrill it makes people uncomfortable. So, what the heck am I doing hoarding pictures? So I knocked some sense into myself and am deleting. And deleting and deleting and deleting. But I wanted to remember some of the gems that I held on to for some reason or another, or no reason at all. And to some people who read this post, there will be great memories attached, and to most they will see this and question if I have a serious problem. Have fun looking at hoarder-girls blast from the past.

Note: These are in no particular order.

Also, some are included less for the image itself and more for the fact that I had about 30 similar images without cause.

Kudos to the usual camera theif suspects. Madeline, you should be glad that I didn't include any of your selfies.