Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Nate, Kait, and Ella. I Want To Rhyme Too!

He was totally into chick flick day. Or sleeping. Whatev.

Sexy glasses Natey-baby!

These are the pictures after a drunk wine night. With Will Ferrell movies. It was going to be a girl's night with me and the bestie. But Nathan called. He missed me. He missed Kait. I missed him. Kait missed him. And then next thing we knew girls night was crashed. That was ok though. He was the only way we got our wine bottles open after we were trashed. That's the video Miss Kait is supposed to be sending! All of your lives will be complete once you see it. Plus he bribed us with pizza and breadsticks and candy. Dammit, he knows us too well.


Check back often! I'm waiting for a bunch of photo booth pictures of the three of us and our drunk videos! They are pretty entertaining. Like SNL only real life people.

Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
You get to spend time all together with your family.
Without the stress of presents.
I think too many people focus on presents, and not enough on the joys of the others presence.
Did you see what I did there?
Yeah, I'm crafty like that.

I had a nice long vacation away from work for this holiday. It started around 2:30 PM Wednesday and didn't end until Monday around 6:30 AM. Technically.

After work on Wednesday, I had a killer long "to-do" list. It consisted of VERY important tasks such as tanning, painting my nails, deep moisturizing my hair, facebooking, working out, plucking my eyebrows, avoiding packing at all costs, etc. Then I had to move onto the less important taks. Such as: actually pack (You know, 8 outfits for 4 days, plus "loungewear", plus pajamas, plus five pairs of shoes, plus pretty much my entire wardrobe...I'm obviously not a light packer). I had to run buy the food so I could cook. Then I had to do the actual cooking. Tough cooking too! Cranberry salad and pumpkin pie flavored chex mix. I mean, jeez, could I have picked a bigger challenge?

Nathan's mom sent me the recipe for the cranberry salad. It's his favorite Thanksgiving day food. She emailed it, and I kid you not she wrote: "Serving Size: 1/8 cup, unless you are Nathan. Nathan's serving is 1/2 cup." I almost died laughing. He has his own serving size? What a weirdo. Then Nathan emailed me back "Joella, if you mess this up, you will ruin my  Thanksgiving. Good luck!". Jerk! Let the records show though that I did a pretty good job! Minus the "slicing" of the dried apricots part. I can't even describe to you what I did. It was pretty bad.

I like how I can pretty much make cranberry salad, but I somehow manage to burn chex mix. Literally burn. We are talking crispy black and smoky pieces. I didn't even do it the fancy way in the oven. Nope. Microwaved it. I used my Cornell degree and picked out all the burnt pieces. Clever, eh? Yeah I thought so. Nobody will ever know. Until now.

Since Nathan worked overnight that night, we left super early Thursday morning. Most people would probably still consider it night time really.  I didn't mind. I was just oh so excited to go home! I was expecting Nate to sleep the entire way to the boondocks, which  I sometimes refer to as my hometown, but  nope he stayed awake pretty  and kept me company singing our favorite Eric Church songs the whole way home! All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand!!  I was impressed, too much energy for how many hours he had been awake. Which was going on 26 hours by that point in time.

When we finally got to my hometown we did my favorite Thanksgiving day tradition! SEX!  Haha, just kidding. PG blog here, folks. We watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.  Correction: I watched it. He slept. Around noon my aunt called and asked where I was! They wanted to eat! Psh...We needed to hurry up and get there so we could eat!

Waking Nathan up is never a fun task. It takes like 15 minutes. It's probably the most frustrating thing about him. I get so annoyed because my alarm goes off and I'm that freak everybody hates who just pops out of bed and is instantly energized. Now imagine the exact opposite of that. The guy who lays in bed for an hour before being coherent enough to roll out of bed and slump into the shower. That's Nathan. On a good day.

Anyway, finally after what felt like 100 years, we headed over to my grandmothers house. We ate too much. Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Sweet potato casserole! Green bean casserole! Apple Nachos! (google them, delicious!) Stuffing. Cranberries. And after spending the day talking with my family and playing with my little cousin Mason, who is about a year and a half now; such a fun age, Nathan and I went to my Dad's house. We were loaded down with booze. Fancy expensive beer and cheap Hawkeye Vodka. Good combo, I know. But Dad and Nathan had big plans to drink together. Again. Nothing good came out of this the first time. But that was the agenda. Luckily for me they both agreed sleep was better. Although I was disappointed I missed out on my Blood Marys. I even brought pickles over.


Friday we got up early and made the journey to his parents house. And repeated the cycle. I had a good time because I got to meet a bunch of his family I hadn't met before. At the end of the night Nathan, his sister, and I went into the basement and watched my favorite movie, Elf. I learned that his sister has an unnatural addiction to the Christmas movie How The Grinch Stole Christmas that is eerily similar to my Elf addiction. She said she also watches it all year round. Haha. See, I'm not the only one!

Saturday morning I woke up and Nathan's mom was telling me about this place in town that had just opened up. It's a place where new businesses can rent out slots until they get enough money to buy their own shop. She said it's like a market. That there were fresh meats and fresh cheese stands. Mexican breakfast burrito stands. Smoothie stands. Homemade ice cream stands. Floral shops. All kinds of cool stuff like that! I told her it sounded like a good idea, and she asked if we should go wake Nathan and his sister up and go there for breakfast. Of course I said yes. And it was so cool! I got a bacon egg and cheese burrito and banana smoothie. Delicious!

That evening we went to a hockey game! And by "we" I mean my sister and her fiance, my dad and his girlfriend, Nathan and I, Nathan's parents, and Nathan's aunt and uncle. I was having a great time! Even if I was a little, ok a lot, nervous since it was a giant outing with both sides of our extended families meeting. They all got along and talked to each other the whole time.

I may not understand the rules to ice hockey, but let me tell you what. It's by far my favorite sport to watch! So here I've been watching ice hockey games for years, and here is Nathan who doesn't really watch it. Ever. And yet he somehow knows the rules. I ask him how he knows more rules than I do when I actually, you know, watch it.
"Because I'm a dude. We know this stuff. It comes natural. Never trust a man who doesn't understand sports. Remember that"
I don't think Nathan's family enjoy hockey as much as my family and I do though. His parents and aunt and uncle left after the 2nd period. They didn't miss much really, because we lost. Sad day.

Afterwards Dad, his girlfriend, my sister and her fiance, Nate and I went out to my favorite restaurant. Texas Roadhouse! I looove their green beans. And loaded sweet potato! Then we said our goodbyes and headed back to Nathan's parent's house.

Sunday morning I tried to let Nathan sleep as long as I could, so we could leave at a reasonable time for him to get back to work overnight. I wake up early. It's a curse. So I laid on the couch with his mom, it's a sectional...so it's not like we were cuddling! and we watched episodes of NCIS. I like that show. Then she made Nathan wake up and fed  us cranberry french toast, scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage. She packed us up with Izze sodas for the ride home and new bedsheets for both of our beds, random. You had to be there. And we made the journey home. Without hitting a deer this time.

As Long As I'm Living, My Baby You'll Be.

I picked my first tattoo.
Now I just need to pick where.
And the font.
I was thinking right underneath where my bra ends.
Under my arm, on my side.
In a pretty, but not too frilly font.
Thoughts?
I love it. 
Click on her link.

Happy Birthday, Me!!

Haha, funny story. So a few months before my birthday I set an alarm on Nathan's iPad to go off at midnight and say "Happy Birthday Joella!" and so when it went off on my birthday, I was the first person to wish myself a happy birthday. What a lame-ass!

So on my birthday I walked into work and the guys from work had gotten me:
Cheesecake
Snickerdoodle cookies
Chocolate cupcakes
Dried Cranberries (I have a bad habit of snacking on them all day long)
They had them all stacked up on my desk. It was the sweetest thing. Along with a funny card they had all signed "from the lube centa' gang$tas". Haha. It was so funny!

Then all the lights in the building went out. I started looking around when all five of them, including my boss came in singing happy birthday with a little homemade brownie they had stuck a candle in. After singing it, and me blowing it out, one of them reminded me to "not get used to them serenading me".  They were delicious brownies!

I was doing my paperwork and had to go up to the main office, which is located on the other side of the campus I work on. I get up there and they had somehow gotten me bags of the best potato chips ever! Sterzings! This is awesome because down in my little hometown of Iowa everybody knows what they are. But here? Nobodys heard of them. Then one of the office guys asked me how old I was turning.
"How old are you guessing?"
"20?"
"...25"
"Seriously? Damn. I was thinking you were fresh out of high school"
My day was getting better and better!

Then while at work, the guy who shares the front desk with me's mother came in and gave me a beautiful boquet of colorful daisys. She loves me because I told her "when people think of mothers, they think of people like you". She's just your classic mother. Loving, sweet, funny, smiling, cooking, everything.

When I got off work Nathan came over and sang to me. I love when he sings to me. Then he dedicated a song to me. Which he's done plenty of times, with this same song, plenty of times since then. But this was the first day he did it. 


Then he handed me a gift certificate and said he knew I loved shopping and had noticed everytime I went recently I never came home with much. Then he said "plus you always do this" and stood up stomped his feel on the floor and whined "I have nothing to wear! I hate everythiiing in my closet". He said he knew it was because I felt guilty buying stuff for myself when we were saving for that house we both love (did I tell y'all we found one!?) and now I wouldn't have to! Awww. He's the best. I asked him if he was going to shop with me and he said "um, yeahhh, I kinda assumed that would be like a girl-day thing you'd do with Nathalie". His parents also got me a gift certificate! So now I have some major shopping to do for myself.

What sucks about having a birthday in November is that I just want to use those gift certificates to buy other people's Christmas presents. Usually I do. But nope. Not this time. Me!

Anway, then my roommate got me bloody mary mix and a pink rose!

The whole day was filled with receiving cards (thank you mom, dad, and grandma and grandpa!), facebook messages, text messages, phone calls, everything! It was by far the best birthday I'd had in awhile. I even cried tears of happiness! Such a good day!

Raynauds.

Welp, had my first Raynauds attack of the season yesterday. Welcome back, winter. It's been awhile since I'd had one, you know, since I haven't had a real winter in awhile.

In case you don't know what Raynauds is I'll tell you. A  Raynauds attack happens when I get cold. Too cold, which isn't hard since my sensitivity to the cold is obnoxious, low? Or would it be high? I'm highly sensitive. when my blood vessels narrow themselves so much that blood can't get to my skins surface. My fingers turn white, literally white, get flat, and hurt. Hurt really really bad. I can't feel much once it gets to a certain point. No "touch" sensations I should say. I can't tell you if something I'm touching is rough or soft. But what I can tell you is that it hurts like a bitch. I can also tell you that running them under hot water at this point is a very bad idea. Learned that one the hard way. I can also tell you that having somebody try to warm up my hands by putting them in between their own and rubbing them feels like I'm being stabbed. Thanks for that lesson, Mom. Haha, no offense. But seriously, were your hands laced with razors that day? Eventually they warm back up, round back up, and turn normal colored again...all on their own. But until then I'm in pain, I'm freezing cold, and when it happens in my fingers I swear my fingernails are hanging on my nothing. It seriously feels like if I bump them they are just going to fall off.

Yep, looks about right.
I have a picture pretty much identical to this saved on my phone. Unfortuenly for all of you, my phone is lying beside me almost dead. And I refuse to use the battery up for anything besides a phone call that I'm expecting either from Kait or Nate. (I'm never getting over their rhyming names). Isn't that crazy and/or creepy how you can see exactly where the vessels are affected? Hurts my poor lil fingers just lookin' at the picture!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Rambling to Avoid Productivity/Bed

Have you seen Pitch Perfect yet? I told y'all to go see it! I went and saw it, again. Made that man-o-mine go too. He hated it. Said I owed him inappropriate-things-for-the-parents/grandparents-ears for "forcing" him to watch it. Funny because I specifically remember offering him two other choices of movie that night but nooooo, we went to Pitch Perfect. Not that I'm complaining, you twig bitches.

We finally got our Thanksgiving plans all made. Whew, just in time since it's only a week and a half away. Sounds like we will be doing a lot of driving! Got a lot of family to see in a short four days. Nathan has somehow convinced my grandmother we need beer at our Thanksgiving. You know that same grandmother that told me "only whores go to bars" when she asked if I was going to a bar on my 21st birthday. How did he convince her of this? I'm not sure. She must like him. But she better like me more. Or else.

Speaking of my Grandmother, and Grandpa, I have a really cute Christmas idea for them. Can't tell you what though because sometimes she gets a crazy hair and read this here blog. Don't worry though, it's cheap!

I've seriously been sitting in front of my computer looking at paint colors, and how to stain furniture, and cheap remodeling ideas all afternoon. I have house brain. I think it got rid of my baby brain. Although we were discussing our opinions on how to raise our future children.

Did I tell you we now have two guns, with a third on the way? Yeup. That dang concealed weapons permit takin' up all our moneys. He just got us another one, hence the two. A big one. A rifle. I'm not sure of the specifics. But it's big and scary looking. Because we are badasses.

That reminds me. His christmas present, also badass. A cannon. A mini one. From pocketartillery. I'm excited for Christmas to get here so we can shoot it. Between this cannon and all of our guns, this is why we can't have nice things. Dangit.

Ok, Ella, it's late. Well, not too late, but late for you because you act like a Grandmother. Get to bed. Niiiight!

House Hunters.

Nathan and I did such grown up things today. Well, if you ignore the sleeping in until 1 PM thing. That was him, not me, by the way. I got up at 8. Cleaned. Watched a movie (A Christmas one). Had breakfast. Showered. Etc etc. Hey now, don't judge him! The man works overnights and so he sleeps weird hours. Anyway, grown up things. Right. Ok.

House Shopping! That's what we did today! We went around town and looked at a few open houses. And we each fell in love with one. Weird because we only looked at a few houses. Not only that, but it was the same house! We don't have much in common when it comes to styles of houses, but this one...we both loved.

It had two living rooms upstairs, a formal one and then one where you would put a television. A cute eat in kitchen. Two huge bedrooms. A nice sized bathroom. Hardwood floors. Huge windows. A bar in the downstairs living room area. (Yep, for a total of three living rooms). The only bad part? A one car garage. Between the both of us we have three vehicles. One car, one truck, and a crossover. I think my car should get the garage, he says his truck should. Guess we will have to learn how to take turns.

I'm excited. Keep tuned to find out more!

Monday, November 5, 2012

Chocolate Labs. Again.

Seriously, I'm obsessed with chocolate labs. Bet you couldn't tell from all the posts I have about them, eh? I can't wait until we get our house so I can have one. That was the deal we made. I'll stay in this city if I can get my Chelsea.  Him and his best friend are already talking about how his puppy and Chelsea are going to be best-dog-friends and play together and go on walks and car rides together. It's pretty cute.

Feel free to have a few "Awww moments".


I WILL cry when this day comes to me. There is no doubt in my mind. I will be that girl.

And I can't wait to train her and teach her things and walk her and love her.

You can't NOT love them. It's just impossible. Look at that face. PLAY WITH ME!!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Football.

I won't even sugarcoat it. I'll just come right out and say it. I was pretty lazy this weekend. And by pretty lazy, I mean I did absolutely nothing. Ever. All weekend.  And I had such big plans! I was thinking this was going to be a jam packed, fun, exciting, weekend. That I would be exhausted and have so many good and fun stories to tell you all about on Monday. But here I am on Sunday, writing a post about everything that I DIDN'T do this weekend.

Let's start off by me telling you what was supposed to go down this weekend. Pretty much every minute of this weekend was planned out. I left work about 30 minutes early on Friday, just because the weekend was so jammed full, I needed that extra 30 minutes to fit everything in. I'm not even exaggerating here. I needed to run home after work and shower, get all dolled up, and pack for this busy weekend. I knew I wouldn't be back to my place again until Sunday night. I had to get all cute because I was going to be going to a concert on Friday night with Nathan and two of his best friends. But we also were going to be getting up balls early Saturday morning so we could tailgate before the morning game. So that meant before the concert, we had to get everything for the game prepared before the concert. Like making food, and more importantly, jello shots. So, obviously, Saturdays plans were getting up, tailgating, then going to a football game. That night we were going to go see a movie. Not all of us, just Nate and I. Have a little bit of "date time" in this weekend. Sunday we had planned on making chilli for my chilli contest at work and just hanging out with his friends in a more relaxed way as we were going to be exhausted from the day before.Whew! Eventful, right?

Errrr. Wrong.

Here's what I ended up doing.

The weekend started off as planned. After work I ran home and showered and packed for the weekend. I showered and got dolled up in record time. In what would usually take me 2 hours, I got done it 35 minutes. I was a woman on a mission! I didn't even know I was capable of getting that "hottie-fied" is such a short time frame! So anyway, Once I had done all of that jazz I went over to Nate's best friend's house and we started to make jello shots for the tailgate. Nathan makes a mean apple pie. And not the baking kind. The everclear kind. Can you see where I am going from here? That's right, we invented the apple pie jello shot. Maybe not invented it, because I'm sure somebody has done it before, but we had never heard of it. So we invented it. We even cut up real apples and put them in there to make it more interesting than just a plain ol' jello shot! We were pretty pumped to try them!

Then the four of us went to the concert. the weekend was still on track. It wasn't  any type of music I was at all interested in, so I wasn't expecting to really enjoy myself. I mean, hell, the only reason I went was because it was something to do, and I knew it was Nate's favorite band. And what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't go see his favorite band with him with his favorite friends? A bad one. So we went to the concert, and had a good time. I wasn't drinking at all, but let me tell ya. Most people were. And drunk people and dancing and concerts are HILARIOUS when you are 100% sober.  After the concert, I had planned on going back to Nathan's friend's house for the night since we were leaving at 5 AM in the morning to get to the game. This is where we started to get off track. I was outnumbered by the guys, who decided sleep was for the weak, and instead we needed to go to the bar "for one drink". Well, that turned into staying until close.

So we get to his best friends house shortly after 2 AM and I decide at that point, I was going to bed. won't lie, I was a little grumpy at this point. Here I was sober and extremely tired since I usually wake up around 5 AM for work. The guys were all drunk and loud and obnoxious and I was just irritated. So while the guys were all upstairs so I went down to the basement and went to sleep on the couch. Nathan, like a good boyfriend, came down as soon as he realized I was done for the night. I'm not sure how late the other two were up, but that isn't important.

The alarm goes off at 4:00 AM. Shit. I am beyond tired. I peel off the couch and go do my makeup and put on layer over layer over layer of clothes. Gotta keep warm! Then I attempt to get Nathan up. "Babe, let's just cuddle a little bit longer. I have an alarm set, it's fine".  Lie. He actually didn't have an alarm set. We wake up around...ohhhh 9 AM to his friend saying "shit, we slept in!" and then all of us falling back asleep. So, needless to say we didn't make it to the game.

People decided they would just come over to  Nathan's friend's house to watch the game and drink beer and eat all of our tailgate food. We literally watched football and drank beer on the couch all day. Am I forgetting those jello shots we made? Nope, we ignored those apple pie jello shots. I guess there is a reason they haven't been invented. They were disgusting. Not a "oh, these are gross but they are strong so I'll manage" disgusting. A legitimate "nobody can even choke these down, despite the good amount of booze in them" disgusting.

 Around 7 PM Nathalie asked what I was doing. I told her how "productive" I had been that day laying on the couch. She suggested going out. Yes. Please. I needed some female in my life. Afterall, I had been the only one at work  all week, and so far that weekend. So I convinced all the guys to get their butts off the couch and  we went out to eat. Then we went out for a couple of drinks. Nathan and his friends are a riot. I don't even have words to explain them. They danced. They sang. They attempted to pick up chicks. You name it, they did it. However, once again I was the sober one because we took my car. It holds the most people. I convinced them we needed to go back to the house so I could drink as well. That turned into me dropping them off and Nathan and I going back to my place for the night.

Nathan and I didn't wake up until noon. Which really is 1 PM since we fell back last night. I guess that whole day of doing nothing really wore us down! I had been craving some ice cream like no other, plus it was Sunday so we went and  got some orange leaf (which is delicious, by the way!). Nathan ate a half pound of froyo by himself. He was a hungry man! He's also a lactose intolerant man! So the car ride back over to his friend's house afterwards...oh my. I thought I was going to die. I love that man, I do. But whew-wee! Smelly.

Then we made some chilli. By we I mean Nathan and his friend. They said I can have full credit for making it for the chilli contest. Thank you, boys! Then we watched more football and napped on the couch.

And that was my weekend.

Cool story, bro.

Lazy, eh?