I took this the night I put my bouquet together for my wedding. My favorite flower.
I walked into work today and a guy asked me if I was pregnant. It took me a second to answer because my confidence had the wind knocked out of her. My first thought was, "Hey!! It's the holidays man. Lay off!" I cautiously answered, "Um... no. I am not." He apologized and said I definitely don't look pregnant, but why am I wearing maternity pants... Oh! That!! I have this thing where I refuse to spend $70 on a new pair of jeans and wear them to this dirty, oily place. So I buy jeans and wear them until they are pretty much worn out, then they become my work jeans and I buy some more new jeans to keep nice. Well last time I bought jeans was in April. So my every day jeans are the right size, but my work jeans are two sizes too big. They fall off me any chance they get. And I can't wear belts because they bruise my hips. It doesn't hurt, but black and blue hips just look freaky. Also, it is VERY cold at my desk. Like 20 degrees. So I wear leggings under my jeans. Well they come half way up my torso, so I fold them over the top of my jeans so they aren't so annoying, and they hold my pants up. I am either a genius... or really, really cheap. Take your pick. I never realized they looked like maternity jeans until this morning. Thanks for pointing that out buddy. It saves me from looking like a fool for the rest of winter. It already looks like I am wearing my husbands jeans... Speaking of wearing mens things, once I had to wear my dad's shoes for a week. They are about six sizes too big. But it was the only way my wrapped feet would fit in shoes. And my feet were wrapped because I burned the crap out of the bottom of them. I hate shoes so I ran on the treadmill barefoot. I guess the friction heated it up and I didn't notice as I ran. When I stepped off I fell backwards just to get off my feet because it hurt so bad. I looked and the whole bottoms were one big, bloody blister. Like I said, I am a genius. And the doctor cleaned them and insisted I keep them wrapped. He wrapped them the size of softballs!!
Is it weird for me to get THIS with my wedding pictures all over it? Even if it is, I am still doing it.
I had two good nights in a row. I thought the insomnia was gone. The little jerk came back last night though.
I wish I could remember to turn my Kindle off. It's a good thing the battery lasts like a month.
I guess I don't know everything I am getting for Christmas. My lover put a few surprises under the tree because he knows surprises are my favorite. Have I mentioned how much I love that guy?
Today is nail day. Or back scratch day. It all just depends on which person in this marriage you ask.
I love when I type a blog this long and spell check it and the only thing that it highlights is "Um." Fabulous. I know I am going to find all kinds of mistakes when I read this later, just because I said that.
I may or may not pick all the sick nasty tan things out of my Lucky Charms. Let's face it, I only buy it for the marshmellows. I think something is wrong with me. I can eat a ridiculous amount of food. Like a whole pizza by myself. I rarely allow myself to eat that much, don't worry. If I ate all I could at every meal I would be 350 pounds within a year. Yes, that is 220 pounds. In one year. I am a fat kid at heart, what can I say. My husband always feels so bad when I diet... I eat half of what he does when he knows I could eat triple. But I like being skinny a little more than I like food. That's a lie. I don't like the sadness being overweight brings me more than I love food. And I am sick of hearing my doctor complain about handfuls of Hershey bars daily being bad for my diabetes. Whatever. They FEEL right. Ha! Before my brother-in-law had ever seen me eat like a freak (I try to keep it hidden around strangers... you think my lover woulda married a girl that could eat her weight in food? I kept it quiet until he was stuck with me muah ha ha ha ha!!) we made a bet. Josh told him I could eat a ridiculous amount of food. He didn't believe it so we are having an eating contest... two footlong subs from Subway. He wasn't worried until he watched me eat dinner. Two plates. And a bag of Cheetos. Not a little wimpy bag either. I am talking a BAG of Cheetos. So then he started training. He ate a footlong then made himself sick trying to eat nine tacos. He ate eight. Weak sauce. I coulda ate ten. I even talk crap on Adam. You know, Man VS. Food guy. He's got nothing on me. I am not even worried about this Subway dealy. I got this. I might feel a little bad for beating him so bad after he has trained so hard while all I did was run on treadmills to keep from ballooning up. I am sure I will get over it though when I get to finish the last half of his second delish sub cuz he wimps out. My husband already did. Yeah, he used to be in this bet. He got scared. How sad is that?? So who is your money on??
I am really sick of hearing about Miley. There is FINALLY snow on the ground!! Christmas is in nine days (because I don't count Christmas day, you don't actually have to wait that day for it because it's already here. Duh.) I made it to the gym at 5:00 this morning. I need to get back into that habit. I really miss it. I REALLY need to wash my hair. It's been six days. We have another Christmas party on Friday... suh-weet!! I made a bet that Oakland will beat Indi... please don't let me down boys. I like bets. I am a little obsessed with coffee mugs. Women bug me. The ladies I work with have been complaining all morning that their husbands don't get them a diamond ring every year for Christmas like a guy here does. All he got her was something that cost like $600 that she had been wanting all year. That's ALL. Seriously, be more snotty.
Remember how I said my family is... well not stupid, but we have our moments? Everybody does, but we have a few too many. Like how I lock myself out of my car at least once a month. And get lost when I go places I have been ten times. And how my (giant) little sister stands up too fast in a five foot room and knocks herself out. Not a big deal. We find a way to deal with our handicaps. We are used to being hurt from falling down. Last year on Christmas we were at my mom's pretty late. My sister pulled in around 10:00 and left her car running because she was only coming in for a second to say goodnight. We said our goodbyes and took off. Well Ashton got talking with my mom and her kids fell asleep so she decided to stay and made a bed on the couch. About 3:00 am there was a loud knock at the door. It was a cop asking my mom if that was her car running with the door wide open. She said no. He explained that the neighbors said it was and they were concerned about a possible abduction. Because there is no other reason a car was left running with the door open and a purse on the front seat. Unless you are part of my family. When we do stupid things we try to laugh at ourselves. It's easier than feeling stupid or getting upset. We'd be pretty depressed people if we got too upset over our idiotic moments. So my sister came out and turned her car off, grabbed her purse and locked up. And laughed a little. The cop didn't think she was very funny... Oops!! Maybe this year we can have a cop free Christmas. Remember how we wear weird outfits for Christmas? My sisters voted and decided they want to wear footie jammies... this is not ok. Nobody looks good in footie jammies after the age of five.
Last night was a good night. My MIL came over and we sat and talked and she told all kinds of stories about Josh growing up. He maybe got a little embarrassed. We stayed up way too late, and I was a little late for work. We went to bed at 11 though, and I just couldn't fall asleep until 2. Wanna know why? You know those touch lamps that turn on when you touch the metal? The last week mine turns itself on. When we are not even close to touching it. It wouldn't be so weird if I came home from work and it was on. But it ONLY does it when we are in bed. Something is turning it on. And it scares the crap outta me. This will probably not help with my insomnia. I did get an appointment with a specialist though. In February. Two more months of this crap.
Today my lover and I have been married for six months. I can't believe Hawaii was six months ago. I can't believe six months has gone by since we were walking down the beach hand in hand at six in the morning. I miss that place a lot. It will always have a special place in my heart. And at the same time, I can't believe we have only been married for six months. I feel like I have known that guy my whole life. I think he has always been a part of me. Even when he was going on his first date and I was only eight years old :-) I really love that guy. I miss him a lot today.
Christmas is in two weeks. TWO!! Where is all the snow?? Why is it raining in December?
I am doing all my shopping this weekend and I am so excited!
Yesterday my GPS drove me around and around in circles. With my gas light on. I maybe want to choke that lady on occasion.
I spanked Littles yesterday for being mean to Zypper. Zypper is annoying and deserved it. But she is too big to be mean. And then I cried because I felt so bad for hitting her. Why does she have to be so cute??
I like the OB/GYN. Is that weird? I don't actually like the exam, I just like my doctor. She is awesome! And she even referred me to a sleep disorder specialist. I asked my endocrinologist too and she was no help... I generally don't like doctors.
Christmas is in two weeks.
I elbowed my lover at least five times last night. One time I woke up as my elbow made contact. I woke up because I was yelling something and my voice woke me up. How lame is that? Poor guy.
I am one for one on my football picks. Which isn't a big deal. But it's a good start. I am a little worried because I chose a few iffy upsets. My team better not let me down. I probably shouldn't have picked them...
The cake I finished on Wednesday made me madder than any cake ever has. It was awful and I kind of wanted to throw it in the garbage. The birthday boy loved it though. It was a football helmet. I'll post pictures this weekend.
Oh, and did I mention that I am excited that Christmas is just two weeks away??
Do you Tweet? I just barely got a Twitter account. Leave me your link and I will check it out!! Mine is choosetobhappy.
In happier news... I went home on lunch and my Christmas tree cheered me up. I wonder if my husband will let me keep it up all year...
I actually have three wedding rings currently. I have my normal one I got married with. An aluminum band my sister made me at school that I wear to my job in aerospace. And a small one with an opal and diamonds that will fit under my gloves for phlebotomy. I like rings :-)
So I guess what I am trying to say it, don't buy your jewelry from Kay's. They were difficult to work with and hassled us. When they told us we could pick a new design they told us we had to pick one double the purchase price of the first and pay the difference! What?? After just a few months of having it. Then my mother-in-law bought me a necklace from there and the chain broke within a month. Steer clear of Kay's!! Which is a bummer because they have some really pretty stuff!!
I don't get it when people say, "He's just not my type." Single people--the ones I know anyway--are always complaining that there is nobody to date. But when they do meet somebody, that is their response. What is this "type" they all speak of?? I never had a type. I'd give anyone a chance if they were nice. I'd go on a date with anyone who asked. Because I really like meeting new people. And maybe 99 percent of the time I knew after an hour they weren't the guy for me, but I still had a good time. Maybe you are country and a guy wearing skater shoes asks you out. Maybe you are and outdoors type person and a pretty boy asks you out. Why would you tell them no based on their clothes, hair, shoes, look.... I just don't get it. Maybe it's just me? Maybe it's just because I don't really fit into a "type." I do what I want, I wear what I am comfortable in, I will give anything a try and I usually like it. I am just up for pretty much anything. I have horses, but I wouldn't turn down somebody who wears baggy jeans. I love anything outdoors, but I wouldn't turn down somebody who'd never actually seen a gun. What if I had turned down Josh because he is so different than me? He's never worn cowboy boots, his hat is always backwards, and he hates bagels. (The bagel thing is weird, right??) I almost turned him down because he is eight years older than me. Look at us now. So before you turn someone down for something stupid, consider that maybe they are the man of your dreams. The man of your dreams hidden by a scruffy beard, tattoos, and holey jeans. They just might be the one :-)
I am not feeling the holiday spirit today. Which is weird because I have been feeling it for a least a month now. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. Because I never sleep anymore. These nightmares are killing me. So to cheer me up, my lover is taking me to get an advent calendar after work. I've told you before, but I really love that guy.
Christmas about two years ago. We dress weird for Christmas.
I have heels on and I am still shorter than them.
My family is a little... I don't want to say stupid. But we say some really stupid things. A lot. We are all spacey and clumsy. It's hereditary. My little sister had to clean up the dog poo one day. She went outside and for a while and came back in and said she was done. My mom looked out the window and said...
Mom: "There is still some over there."
Ashton: "That's the neighbor dog's. He always lets it go in your yard."
Mom: "Well then pick it up and throw it back in his yard. Just get it off of ours."
Ashton: "Mom, I don't think she can pick that dog up!"
Funniest thing ever. Now when one of us says something stupid, the response is always, "I don't think she can pick that dog up!" I love my family :-)
I start school a week from Friday. That is so scary!! I haven't been in school for almost four years. I have a strange obsession with pens and notebooks though. So school shopping is gonna be fun!! I am actually really excited. But needles FREAK ME OUT!
