mail

I am terrible at checking the mail.
I am not really sure why.
It just never really interests me, I guess.
When I lived alone at my house I used to check my mail MAYBE every two weeks.
And that was only if I was expecting something.
It was usually once a month.
My lover checks the mail at least every other day.
It stresses him out if we go two whole days without checking it.
So even now that it's handed to me, I only open it when it's piled high.
I am either too busy, or to lazy...
I've been wondering why our Qwest bill hasn't come.
I wrote the check out a week ago...
Now I just need the bill.
I have a two week stack on the table.
I just realized that's probably where it is.
Me slacking at checking the mail has never been a big deal.
Until about a month ago.
I FINALLY changed my name at the driver's license and social security office.
My husband wanted to see my new license so he opened it up.
I never even knew it came.
Since it was open, sitting on the table for over a week he assumed it was garbage.
And threw both of them away!!
In case you are wondering...
The people at the social security office still smell weird.
And the employees at the drivers license division are still super slow.
I guess some things never change.
Like my love for chocolate.
Or my mail still sitting on the table for weeks.

hunting

We have waited all year for the hunt.
We have spent a ton of time and money getting ready for it.
And it kind of sucked...
We got there and got all set up and everything was going great.
I started making breakfast while the dogs played and the guys unloaded the truck.
Problem number one was our heater wouldn't work...
And it was about 30 degrees outside.
We ended up using the oven to heat our trailer which worked great.
It was just so frustrating because the heater had worked a few days before at home.
Then I got a terrible pain in my side.
I have had it for about six years now and it's nothing new.
It comes and goes and makes me want to die as it pleases.
The doctors have no clue what causes it.
So I laid down in our freezing trailer to wait it out.
I guess I fell asleep.
I woke up and our whole camp had disappeared.
I was all alone with no heater and trying to build up a fire in the rain.
My husband finally returned about an hour later to check on me.
He jumped out of the truck with a beer in his hand...
I HATE drinking and driving.
So I was grumpy.
We went to pick up everyone else and I had to go so I could drive.
Our friend was trying to get his wife's attention and decided to throw a stick at her.
Drilled me. Right in the face.
We got back to camp and I had a welt across my cheek.
It didn't hurt.  I was just mad.
We pulled out the brand new grill I got for my husband.
And it didn't work.
We ended up having to throw all the chicken away.
Steak was our other option.
My husband dropped one on the ground as he was pulling it out.
Which wasn't a big deal.
Even sharing we had plenty.
But he was mad so then I felt bad for him.
He worked so hard for this trip.
Throughout the day my dog ate the rotten eggs a previous camper had left.
Awesome.
So he was sick all weekend.
Ever cleaned the sickest kennel ever with water bottles?
Yeah.  Me neither.  Cuz my husband is the best.
Poor guy.
Oh, and I froze, all night long.
It was too cold to get out of bed to turn the oven on.
And we didn't see anything but does all weekend.
The last hunt of the weekend we pulled into our spot bright an early.
Sitting in the mud hole, covered in snow was my brand new camera.
I wanted to cry.
I hope it didn't ruin the memory card at least...

I hate to be negative.
And this one is real negative.
But there were some good things about hunting too.
Our spot was beautiful!
I actually like seeing does and fawns--they are so pretty.
Camp fires are the best.
Roasted marshmellows!!
Three days of uninterupted time with my lover rarely happens.
That was my favorite.
I like camping.  A lot.
Our friends are pretty cool.
And Oakland killed Denver!!

We will just shoot for a better time next year!

when you wish upon a star

Every time I see the first star of the night I think of the little poem you're supposed to say before you make a wish.  It runs through my head, and by the time I get to the wishing part I can't think of anything to wish for.  There are things that I want... but wishing on a star for a new purse seems like a waste of a wish.  And I am so happy with my life, it's hard to come up with anything significant to wish for.  Plus, it's like when somebody asks you what you want for Christmas.  Or dinner.  You have all these ideas of things you want that sound great, but when you are put on the spot they have somehow fallen out of your brain.  Everyone has these weird things too that they claim grants you a wish.  Like an eyelash on your cheek.  Or when the hands of the clock are both straight up at 12:00.  Birthday candles.  Or when the hour and minutes of the time are the same.  Like 10:10 pm.  We had just laid down in bed.  My husband wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, then told me he loves me.  As he said it I noticed the clock said 10:10.  Without even thinking about it, before it had a chance to fall from my brain, I made a wish.  And it was just one word.  "This."  Because who could ever ask for more?  The love of my life's arms around me, his lips on my skin...  That's all I want.  Forver.

just ramblin'

I get more ready for softball than I do for work.

Lately I have been liking kids and babies.  Freaky.

I eat a jar of peanut butter every two weeks.  The big jars too.

Torn or crumpled paper makes me cringe.  I don't really even like when it's folded.

I'm not a fan of automatic windshield wipers.  I'd rather flip them on each time they are needed.

The smell of certain cleaners bring back a lot of memories.  Pinesol always reminds me of my step mom because that's what she always uses to clean.  409 always reminds me of my first house.  It was always spotless and I always used 409.  I think I scrubbed that place twice a week.  I wish I'd get in that habit again!!

My blood sugar has gotten worse so I have to go on a diet given to me by my endocrinologist.  No more candy :-(

I'd rather listen to my engine hum than the radio.  It's more peaceful.

My dog went into heat just in time for the deer hunt.  Camping with that is going to be fabulous.  I hope she doesn't attract the bears :-)

looking at my planner scares me

I have hundreds of things written in my planner from now until the end of the year.
Looking at it stresses me out a little bit.
Which is kind of the opposite effect my planner is supposed to have.
It should make me feel organized.
All the things should be pretty fun though.
I just hope I can squeeze them all in.
Remember how much I love surprises?
They are the best!!
I like to surprise my lover when I can.
But for some reason, I always plan out the surprises pretty far in advance.
Maybe because I always have a million things to do.
I have a new surprise planned for him on November 24th, and I can't wait!!
I am so excited, I get butterflies just thinking about it.
I need to stop doing this to myself.
Patience is not a virtue that I posses.
Not even a little bit.

it's almost time

I loooove surprises.
They are basically my favorite thing ever.
Surprising people is the best.
I have always wanted to go to a surprise party.
And it's finally gonna happen!!
We decided to do my nephews birthday party as a surprise.
You know, the nephew that gets real excited.
He's gonna freak!
When I think about it, I get so excited I make myself sick.
It's ridiculous.
Plus, I have only been waiting a year to make him the most perfect cake.
I go shopping tomorrow.
And get started saturday.
Less than two weeks now until the party.
I can wait that long.
Right..... ?

I wish my husband liked sugar.
I think I will feel like a bum not making him a cake for his birthday.
Maybe I'll make him a cake to look at and everyone else can eat it.
And I'll put birthday candles on a beer for him.

the secret to weight loss

I discovered the secret to weight loss.
Or at least the secret for not hating the gym.
Drum roll please....
It's a good book!
I finished The Hunger Games in two days.
Part of it was at the gym.
I only planned to run three miles.
I looked down expecting to see about two miles, and it said 3.25.
It flew by.
I even thought about running longer to keep reading.
But my husband was making dinner.
I have been a total slacker since our honeymoon.
Before the wedding I lost 24 pounds.
I want to lose about 10-20 more and I haven't been working very hard.
My goal is to be happy with my weight by December 31.
I am convinced with good books that I can do it.
I can't afford to download a new book every two days though.
So I left my Kindle at home and I am only letting myself read at the gym.
Motivation to workout and save money.
It's genius!
I worked out before work today.
And I have yoga tonight.
My favorite part about yoga is my mat.
It's green!
Oh, and because it's relaxing and all that stuff...

The Hunger Games

I just downloaded this on my Kindle.
I have been wanting to for so long, and I am so excited!!
It is really nice reading from my Kindle again.
I was given a few books as wedding gifts, so I have been reading old school lately.
Which was a nice break.
I love the way new books smell.
My husband is addicted to audio books on his iPod.
We can't even share books.
If we really like a book, we go get the hard copy of it too.
So sometimes we have three copies of the same book.
All in different formats.
Awesome.
I wish we could just share :-)
What did you think of The Hunger Games?
(Remember I haven't read it yet, so don't kill it for me okay?)

I get told I smell like cake a lot lately.
I tell people it's my perfume.
Because that is less embarrassing than, "Yeah, I need to wash my hair."

one day I will get punched in the face

I love to scare people.
Scared expressions are just so funny!
I am sure one day somebody is going to start swinging.
But I think it'll be worth it.
It'll be a fun story to tell.
When my lover and I moved in together he didn't know this.
One night as he got out of bed he woke me up.
I heard him walk to the kitchen and open the fridge for a bottle of water.
So I slipped out of bed on his side and hid between the bed and the wall.
When he came back in I jumped out and screamed.
He jumped so high he poured his water all over me.
It was FREEZING!!
And the he ran to the closet.
I died laughing.
Funniest thing ever.
I think I laughed for 20 minutes.
He still swears he was ran to the closet to get the gun.
But guess what...
The loaded gun was behind me in the dresser next to the bed.
Where it always is.
So he was just runnin' to get away.
I told him he probably should have protected me.
He said he just figured I was already murdered.
Thanks lover :-)
I don't think we even went back to bed after that.
Probably because I couldn't stop laughing.
And he couldn't stop telling me what a jerk I am.
He was kissing me as he said it though.
So I am pretty sure he didn't really mean it.