Thursday, June 23, 2011

So it’s almost 3AM when I’m writing this, so I apologize if any of it doesn’t make sense. It’s one of those nights where you fall asleep at 9pm, and then at 2 AM you wake up with contacts in and bugging the heeeeck out of you, teeth unbrushed, and feeling very disoriented. So after properly getting ready for bed, I’m fully awake and ready to make up for time lost. Unfortunately this husband of mine isn’t much for words right now.

So I thought I’d try to crack a mystery. You see, there has been a malicious, sick-minded thief somewhere nearby and I’ve been racking my brain like mad to figure out who and why.

First off, let me explain our situation. We live above the café. Our little hallway consists of 3 other bedrooms, filled with 4 other girls. We all share the same bathroom. There’s another wing with a similar setup.

This is where all the complications begin.

A couple weeks ago I couldn’t find my toothbrush. I always put it back on the shelf (you know those ones where the mirror opens up?) next to Alex’s. But one day it was no where to be found! I looked all over- the shower, in our bedroom, even tentatively looked at the trash, but could not find my beloved green toothbrush. Only after I had Alex help me look did we find it…
…behind the toilet with all the cleaning supplies. After smelling for any strange scent and finding only mint, I soaked it in scalding hot water and tried to ignore it ever happened.

And there's my toothbrush, leaning up against the Comet as if its the most natural thing in the world.

Imagine my horror when this happened for the third time two days ago.


I am very particular about my teeth. I brush at least 3 times a day, and I come from a family that after any meal (home or restaurant) will pass out floss for everyone. (Does anyone else do that?) It’s also common for me to wake up in the night, and craving that minty freshness- will run to the bathroom for a usual quickie. (Of brushing my teeth that is.)

Do you now understand what I meant by malicious, sick-minded thief? Lets take a look at the suspects.

First off, this person must be doing it deliberately to me, unless they somehow think it is theirs and that putting it behind the toilet is a perfectly natural place to keep it. But why else would they open the mirror cabinet, reach over Alex’s toothbrush to mine and clean the bathroom with it? Ughhh, it gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it!!

It could be Jannae or Becky. But they are the ultimate germaphobes and I doubt they would even touch anyone else’s toothbrush. They’re perfect for each other:)

It could be the girl in the room closest to the bathroom. But she’s a little party animal and even though she’s technically lived here for almost two weeks, still hasn’t spent a night in her apartment.

It could be the other girl in our hall. But she’s from Bulgaria with a sweet accent and awesome clothes. Call me an ignorant and naive American, but something about an accent melts me.

It could be Alex. But I’d like to think he’s not a creep who would do such a thing and still kiss me.

Or it could be me. Which, as horrifying as it is to think about, is becoming a more possible explanation every time I think about it. You see, I’m a crazy sleeper. Alex wakes up practically every night to me jumping out of bed for the door, chatting about getting an order through or running from the “mormon holocaust.”

Poor guy. But this poor guy is a light sleeper, and immediately wakes up to carefully lead me back to bed- which supposedly has me back to snoring in 2 seconds. (Well that’s what he says- but of course I don’t actually snore.)

We thought of a few solutions. Alex thinks we should monitor whenever people go to the bathroom, and check right after to see if the toothbrush is still in its proper place. Might appear a little strange, but we’ll try it.


Or maybe if I set booby traps for myself, something that hopefully only a sleep-walking person would fall for. Hmm.

Am I cleaning the bathroom in my sleep with my toothbrush??
Has this happened to anyone else before?


Some random pics from this week:

Still making lots of lattes, in case you're wondering.

Alex and I in our T-shirts that we wear every. single. day. The new shipment is supposed to come next week- halelujahhhhhh! I'm hoping for the mint green or blue. Or black. Or anything but orange.

The flowers outside the cafe. Gorgeous!

Alex's great photography skills. xoxo Gossip girl.

Went to the lighthouse beach on our day off. Finallyy a break from the rain booooyaah

Going out to dinner for our mini anniversary! Delicious, but lessons learned:

-Don't let them fool you into believing that they only do bottled or sparkling water. Because you just might be paying $8 dollars a bottle.

-Lobster ravioli... I wish I had a picture. That is all I'm going to say about it.

6 Months...... say whaaat?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

One of these days, I'm going write a little bit about mine and Alex's story. Tomorrow marks our *BIG* 6 month anniversary. I’m not even sure if anyone else celebrates such a pitiful amount of time, but I’m planning on it. And its going to be sa-weeeet!

I’m writing about this now because if I don’t, we will probably forget and, well...I need an excuse to celebrate something!

However, I like to think this is a valid celebration. Warning: this post may get a little sappy. Your choice to keep reading. But really, what did you expect?

I'm guessing the first 6 months takes the most adjusting. Doing someone else’s laundry. Cooking for two. Avoiding pet peeves. Compromising. Budgeting. Realizing it’s time to make “married friends”. Learning to pick your battles. Future planning. Overall- it’s not all about you any more, because your decisions now affect someone else too.

These are all things I expected, to some extent at least.

Some things I didnt expect was the amazing feeling when kneeling together in prayer each night. Learning to give emergency haircuts. How much holding hands means to me. Laughing more than ever. How much I’ve come to rely on him, but a nice and balanced reliance. Dirty socks. Everywhere. In order for pillow talk to happen, must be bribed with cookies or a massage. Little notes on the bathroom mirror that make my day, most likely never to be removed. Already growing to like the same things. How important a sincere sorry is. Having inside jokes about everything. How fun it is to joke about our future- kids names and what we’re going to be like when we’re old.

Easily, best 6 months of my life so far. Well, let me clarify. Not the easiest, but the best for sure.

I just looove you smalls! ("Now kiss me!")


Monday, June 13, 2011

So we took a walk the other day. We take a lot of walks here. I love it! As much as I miss those majestic mountains back in Utah, I’m welcoming all the greenery- something I always miss about the east. It’s been practically a dream for someone who is a wanna-be photographer like me.

Can you believe that pink??

I love photography- how sometimes you can catch those perfect moments, or just be reminded at how beautiful this world is. Simply a flower shows me that there is a God. To me, there is no way something that beautiful was the result of a freak accident. Nope, I believe even those little flowers were carefully created by someone who loves us much more than we realize.

This picture reminds me of a quote in The Color Purple, that I read in high school. I looked it up.

"I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.... People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it is always trying to please us back."

By the way, I'm planning on living here one day.

With this guy.

We Made It!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

We made it to Martha’s Vineyard! After a red eye flight to JFK, catching a plane to Boston (but not before deplaning from technical difficulties), and taking a teensy plane via Cape Air to Martha’s Vineyard, we finally arrived- exhausted but still bushy tailed for our new little adventure.

Behold, our darling cubicle for the summer. As long as it has AC, we are more than happy. Our managers are too great, they even hung up pictures and we have a TV!

Training day was terrifying. Being introduced to espresso shots, lattes, cappuccinos, red eyes, café au lait, chai tea, absolutely threw me for a loop. Since I’ve never drank coffee in my life, you’re better off speaking a Japanese or something.

We were able to practice for a day or two before our manager left for a wedding Memorial weekend. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this area like I was, memorial weekend here is… crazy. But, somehow we got through it, and well- I must add.

Now I am pleased to tell you I can make your drink to perfection for your specific taste ...I’ve had a lot of practice. Want it extra dry, extra wet, light, dark, scalding hot, extra strong, all foam, no foam, skinny, or extra creamy? Because I know how to do ALL of that. Yes, I’m showing off- and I hope you’re all impressed. (No, I still haven't tasted it. But it looks great). Below is one of Becky's creations.

But, you’ll be even in more awe over my dear husband.

He is currently manning the kitchen- he can make you all sorts of panini’s, wraps, salads, muffins, bacon egg &cheese, lobster roll, and even to-die-for clam chowder. Oh, and he even makes cookies from scratch everyday. How sexy is that!

As scary as it is to think of two men running the kitchen, it is all DELICIOUS.

Come to MacPhail’s Corner Café and test it out! Here's our wonderful crew so far. Alex, me, Parker, Becky, and Will. We have a good time.

Lessons learned so far:

  • It’s ESPRESSO, not expresso. Yep, embarrassing.

  • Shorts with whales on it are cool? Don’t worry, EVERY store here sells them. I should have known that growing up in New Canaan, but this place takes it to a whole new level.

  • Keeping your long hair tamed here isn’t possible.

  • Eating muffins and scones for dinner the past 4 nights isn’t a good idea. Even if they look this good.

  • I need better shoes for work that don’t look ridiculous. My $5 ones from Forever 21 just aren't doing it for me.

  • Eastcoasters, (or anyone outside of Utah) are the most generous tippers. And everyone should be that way;)

  • There is a gay mafia here?

  • Wearing heels to work, “I’m tough” = dumb. No better word for it.

  • Being called an American after mixing up someone’s order is probably the worst insult you can get. But it will always be my favorite.
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