Bean's visit. Part 1

Breanna left this week and we had such a good time! The trip started off in true Breanna fashion. The day before her arrival I got a text letting me know she might be pregnant. JUST KIDDING... I'm pregnant, not her. JUST KIDDING again. But seriously she was really ill and wasn't sure how she was going to make it. She toughed it out though and got here on time, looking fabulous as usual. Since she still wasn't feeling that great we spent the first night at home. We watched movies, cooked dinner, drank hot tea and just caught up on life with one another. Am I showing my age if I tell you I loved every moment of this? You would totally understand if you have ever spent five minutes with this little nugget. She is hilarious.

Oh Heyyyyy Delish bloody mary!

The first thing we discovered the next morning is that our sleep schedules are slightly different. I could sleep til 1:00 pm in the afternoon, and she's up at 6:00 am. Breanna kindly let me sleep in until 9:30 before we got up to start our day. After showering and heading out for the day, she was ready for lunch, and I wasn't sure if breakfast even sounded all that great yet..

After coffee and bagels we headed downtown to hit up a few shops. We stumbled across a herbal shop and thought it couldn't hurt to go in since Bean was still a little queasy. It was full of dried fruits, jars full of tea, and a baby in a crib (yup in the middle of the shop, not even in the back where the employee was working...). After speaking with the shop owner we let her make us some freshly squeezed juice, that was suppose to help with upset stomachs and to build your immune system ( I didn't think it would hurt to get the same thing in hopes I wouldn't catch whatever geedus she was carrying..).  For added effect Bean bought some kind of eye dropper full of extra natural healings. We finished our transactions and headed on our way. We headed down the street sipping on our freshly squeezed juice. I'm exaggerating a bit. I took one sip. and contemplated projectile vomiting. I didn't see the size of the ginger root that lady used, but I imagine it was close to a tree trunk that has aged 400 years. Disgusting. Breanna has much more will power than I, and sucked that baby down.

mmm juicy..

Later that night we thought we should test the healing affects of that herbal crap and go out for sushi, wine, and FROYO. We spent the rest of our night drinking a few beers and watching twilight. Yep I said it. We were watching that damn vampire movie. Go ahead and judge us. We don't carrrrre. We were taking it easy preparing our livers for what was to come on Saturday.... More on that tomorrow.

ummm Can I keep her?

Googling card games. because were old and don't remember how to play them...

Sneaky Stella

I was checking my email today and came across something a little strange. It turns out, while I was at work my dog Stella has been emailing Taylor. Weird huh? After talking to her about it she decided that maybe I should share her email to Taylor on the blog, so here ya go...

Hi Dad,
How's it going over there? We miss you around here. I miss playing peekaboo with you and the pillows.  Mom said you told her you were getting fat because of all the free candy and junk food. Must be nice. Mom's been eating a lot of carrots, bananas,and Greek yogurt. Yuck. It's not as good as pizza rolls, but thank God she can't give up her cheese! She even worked out this week, I think she's just bored. We have been going on longer walks too because she says we could both use it. Don't worry, I'll send you some pictures of myself when I get my sexy bod back and get my paws painted. I hope that's not too weird since you're my dad, but I love you so I think you will love them! Mom also said you passed some kind of board to get qualified? I have no clue what this means but it made my tail wag, so it must be good! Guess what Dad? It was so nice here last week, mom took me to the dog park, just the two of us! It was fun for a while, but then too many dogs showed up who wanted to play a little rough. Mom got nervous, so I just rolled in the sand next to her and enjoyed sunbathing with out my leash on! Sometimes we have slumber parties over at Amanda and Elizabeth's house. I like it because mom and I have our own bed to sleep on there. They even have a big back yard I get to roam around in while the girls play cards on the back deck. Sometimes I get in trouble in that back yard though. I just can't help myself when I find a random pile of cat poo. I know it sounds ridiculous but once I spot it, I can't help but roll all in it! I know it must be gross because mom starts gagging and immediately bathes me in the hose. It's too bad I do it after mom has had too much grape juice, because we both usually end up soaking wet. Well I gotta go Dad! I need to lick my self because I'm a dog and that's what we do.
Love,
Stella
P.S. Mom said you bought a camel? I do not remember asking for a sibling. Take it back or I'm running away forever.

I sleep on Dad's pillow.

***************

That crazy dog. Oh your dog can sit on command? Cool. Mine sends out emails. I win. Have a nice day now.

1 month down!

Only 11 more to go :-(. I told myself December was my pity party month.  That doesn't mean I'm not going to have pity party days. Today was one of them. I just woke up in a funk. It's a little frustrating not being able to talk to my husband every day. When we do get to talk its through email, while I'm still thankful for this, it's just not the same. Is it December yet?

oooo how I miss this guy!

On a positive note, my best friend is flying out in 8 days!!!! EEEEEEEEKKKK! I'm so excited, I may have peed my pants... just a little. Breanna was the matron of honor in my wedding and is probably one of the funniest people I know. While I couldn't imagine my life with out her, it was not always a love/love relationship. I hated her when I first met her. For no other reason than I was being a caddy biatch. I feel like I could elaborate on this story, but I'd rather not be nominated for an episode of Jerry Springer (is that show still on?). The first night Breanna and I hung out she just happened to be celebrating her engagement to that wonderful husband of hers (who happens to be keeping their two kids so she can have an all girls vacation!).  That night I had no idea how great of friend that little nugget would become to me! I also had no idea that cute guy I took as a date to her wedding, would one day be my husband!!

Awkward dating stage. At Breanna's wedding

On our wedding days! 3 years apart!

Who waits to dance with the groom when the bride is this hot?

Old School, when I thought spray tan was a good look on me.

 I can not tell a lie though, I secretly am still waiting on a phone call from Ms. Breanna telling me she's with child. Our first vacation together just happened to be to Las Vegas for Breanna's bachelorette party. The day before we left I got a phone call telling me the bride to be was with child. What??? That didn't stop us from having a good time though. Fast forward a few years, we are both married, Taylor and I have moved 15 hours away, and Jared and Breanna have a healthy baby boy! We were all excited for their first visit out to NC to see us! I think I got a phone call a week in advance this time, that little nugget was knocked up again! Something about vacationing with me gets this ladies eggs all sorts of excited. Two beautiful babies later, that mama deserves some girl time, and I can't wait. All though we are both two young adults, planning her visit isn't much different from back in the day. It's like being 10 again and planning a slumber party. WITH BOOZE! For the most part I'm just looking forward to some girl time with this chicka. Lots of movies, pigging out, wine, and bloody marys, lots of bloody marys.

I love this girl!!!

Our last flings before the rings. Vegas 2007/ 2010

Back To School

Or not, Ahhh! Why is going back to school such a pain in my ass! I feel like I get so close and then something else stands in my way! It's OK though, I'm going to get past each one of these damn road blocks and go back to school! Even if I have to divorce my husband to do so! I'M KIDDING. I just was so unaware that Taylor and I were rolling in dough, therefor disqualifying me for pell grants! I can assure you FAFSA we are not as wealthy as you claim! Just to recap for you, I tried going to a local school here, I got everything in order went to register for classes, only for them to review my transcripts from my previous college. Guess what Ivy tech? I certainly didn't attend school in Lafayette, nor did I graduate high school in 1990! I graduated kindergarten that year, but I hardly think that's important to my college career. Once I finally got my correct transcripts, it was the last day of registration and after some really great people pulled some strings to get me in. Only to find out that my financial aid never came in. Awesome. So next up was plan B, online school. My husband just received his bachelors degree from the same school in May so I already knew they were helpful to military families. So after speaking with some really nice  people at this school, I learned I qualified for much more at this school! I was so excited I went out and purchased a new planner and some notebooks! I even pondered which sorority I would be joining (Siiiiike, I don't think they offer this to online students, nor would I ever really ponder this idea). So I'm finally one step closer to going back to school, just to take 3 steps back. It turns out I have to fill out 7 online forms to be accepted into classes. I finished 6 out of 7 of these steps. I went to finish up the last step, and yep, wouldn't you know something goes wrong. I apparently can't e-sign something because I am two different people or something like that. I'm not talking about identity theft, I mean someone, somewhere has screwed up something. Confused? Me too! It's involved me calling a lot of people, who in turn, told me to call someone else! I guess they have figured me out, I am sometimes like two different people.

I do see the dilemma.

I am certain that one day I will get past these obstacles and actually get back into the swing of school. The next question in this chapter is what on earth will I be going back to school for? I wish I had an answer for this. The gap between myself and that ugly number 30 are closing in quicker than I'd like, shouldn't I know what I want to be when I grow up? There are a lot of things I would like to go to school for and learn about, but only for my own personal education, not for a career. Is this weird? Maybe I can take all my talent (sarcasm!) and bad luck and make something horrendously awesome. Like cakes that taste good but look ridiculously awful.

I'm off to a good start wouldn't you say?

I have a whole list of things to accomplish or start working on before 30 so if school doesn't work out this week, I'll just work on something else; because the good thing about online school is the next semester starts in just a few weeks. So until then, expect some pictures of extremely ugly home-made cinnamon rolls that taste super delicious.

Things that happen when you're married.

I'm not talking about that extra level of comfort that comes with being married to your best friend (you know..peeing with the door open and stuff, not that I do...). I'm talking about the assumptions and questions that follow once you put a ring on it. For the most part, the questions are normal, typical questions that I ask married couples too. The assumptions however are sometimes a bit obnoxious. Taylor and I have been married for a little over 2 years. We were 25 when we got married. I had no idea this was considered "too young".  But since I was nearly 12 when I got married people assume I have children, usually more than one. This is normally where I respond with "So, you did see my episode of 16 and pregnant? Don't worry I didn't marry my baby daddy!" and walk away. I'm kidding! That's what I would like to do. But I politely explain to them that we have no children and just got married out of good ol' fashion fun (and it helped we love each other!)!

Good Ol' fun!

After the awkwardness of finding out we have no children, people wonder if they should ask "Are you going to start trying soon?". Almost everyone does. I tend to ask the same question of married couples. Some very brave people even have the nerve to ask "Can you not have kids?".  For the record, this is RUDE don't ever ask anyone this. It's not your business.Just to clear the answer out of the way, we have not tried for kids yet so we have no idea! Taylor and I can't wait to have our own little sex trophies,and maybe even adopt someone else's (I may be guilty of drinking too much wine and sending my husband links to children I would like to adopt now.I'm creepy, I know.)! But right now is not our time. I mean, HELLO, Kim and Kanye are having a baby right now, and I don't want to steal their thunder. Besides if I were to get pregnant right now, I wouldn't have a husband tomorrow (deployment problems)! <~ I thought about hash tagging right there and chose against it. You're welcome. Now that you have a better idea of the plans for my uterus, let me show you a picture of what one of our sex trophies would look like:

This baby is ugly. If this were a real chance of what our baby might look like, adoption would be the ONLY choice!

I spent entirely too much time morphing our faces together to make that. I love that baby already. Anyways.... Something else I think is funny is that people assume that since you are married, you no longer need a social life. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I did not see anywhere on my marriage certificate that stated once we were married we had to go bed every night at 8:00 pm, sharp! Taylor and I never fight (not to be confused with never have had a fight.. no one's perfect) and I attribute a lot of this to being social. He is my rock and I can go to him about anything, but we would probably kill each other if I had to go to him for everything. It's just my personal opinion, but I think socialization and space are essential to a good relationship.

I could go on and on about things that happen after tying the knot (and maybe I will... later), but for now I'm tired and don't feel like it. That's my right, because I'm married, and I'm always right! And that is one of the things that happens when you're married, you're always right!

FELIZ ANO NUEVO!

As NYE approached Monday, I had convinced myself it was OK to stay in and baby this ugly cold I've caught. I was perfectly fine with ringing in the new year, in my pj's, on the couch, with a shot of NyQuil! As I was getting ready for work that night, panic began to sit in with me. What was I thinking? Why on earth did I think it was a good idea to spend NYE alone after my husband just left 3 weeks ago. This was the worst idea I had ever had (OK maybe, not the worst, I did let my my mom perm my bangs when I was little. JUST THE BANGS, that was the worst idea I ever had.).

Look! My forehead grew a fro!

After work I rushed home and grabbed Stella and all our items and jetted over to my friends house. Once I got there we decided that since we had a DD (thanks brad!) we would head over to a house party at our friend Rosa's. One thing I should share with you is that Rosa and her family are from Mexico, and they ring in the new year just a little different than we were accustomed to. I've spent one other time outside of work with Rosa and her family, at her daughter's baptism. She invited myself and some of the other girls from work to the church ceremony, followed by a party at her house. It was a Catholic church and since I was raised Catholic I figured it would be fine, and it was. Until we noticed we were the only white girls in church. And then when mass started we didn't understand a lick of what they were saying. I'm not sure why we didn't think it would be an all Spanish spoken mass, but it was. Awkward... Getting back to new years and some of their traditions. Rosa made a ton of food, she told us it is something they make for big gathering in Mexico like for a wedding. It is amazing. I have dreams about the salsa this lady makes. So so good!

You know how at your NYE gathering you and everyone else counted down out loud the last 10 seconds of 2012? and then you kissed your loved one (I'm jealous of you for that one!), and toasted with champagne? Yeah, we didn't do that. Instead of the last 10 seconds, we counted down the last 12, while shoving a grape in our mouth for every second. Have you ever tried to eat 12 grapes in 12 seconds? I didn't think so. Well let me tell you, it's not easy. The thought behind this is that each grape represents a different wish for 2013. How cool is that? At midnight I still had 7 grapes in my cup and threw out the whole idea of eating like a lady and shoved those things in as if everyone from the movie Matilda was cheering me on, just as they did that fat kid eating the last bits of the chocolate cake! Yeah, you know what I'm talking about (and if you don't you need to watch Matilda ASAP)!

As we went around in a big circle hugging each other I tried to wish everyone a happy new year without spitting grapes all over them. . Lucky for me the new years toast was next and I could wash those grapes down with some champagne. Just kidding, these peeps are from Mexico. So you know what that means? Yup, tequila. Tequila and I have always had a hate/hate relationship, and even after several attempts to pass up on this toast, I lost.. twice. I still hate tequila and will not be adding that to my NYE traditions, however the grapes will definitely make an appearance next year. To end this in true cliche form, I hope you all have the best of luck in 2013.