Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Curious George.

I figured out why I wasn't sleeping well. Too much sleep. Yep, if I sleep more than 8 hours...I'm tired. Then I'm tired and I take a nap...which leads to sleeping more than 8 hours.  Which leads to being tired, so a cycle started. I broke that cycle. Now I'm good.

Snow. One of my least favorite things. Pretty much ever.

Remember those leather pants I told you about Nathan wearing to his friend's 80s themed party? Well, one of his friends captured that moment I was trying to tight roll them for him. Check out that beauty.

Yeah, he's pretty sexy.
Seriously, Florida Georgia Line is addicting. I've downloaded their whole album. Love it. It's been a long time since I've loved somebody's whole CD. Probably since Eric Church. Sounds like he has a run for his money.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

At Least I'm Still Getting ID'ed.

When people think of me they think of a neat-freak. A person who lives off of making lists. Somebody who once has her mind made up, there's no changing it. Type A. But lately, I've noticed some of my habits changing and it has me thinking "Who the hell am I?"

For example, I did laundry on Sunday. Usually, it's folded and hung up right away. You know, hung up in my perfectly straightened closet. But right now there is a laundry basket full of clean clothes chillin' in my closet. My not-so-perfectly straightened closet. I have a big pile of jewelry not put on my jewelry tree (which, by the way is also sorted by metal color within the necklace, bracelet, and earrings sections). I have a big pile of dirty clothes lying in the middle of my walk-in closet. Heaven forbid I put them in the dirty clothes basket, which is two feet to the left. I have three winter coats hanging off of the back of my chair. The rug on my floor is bunched up, and my trash needs emptied. Um, what?

I've always prided myself on being one of those people where as soon as I lay down in my bed at night I'm out cold until my alarm goes off. Nope. I mean I still fall asleep faster than a snowflake in the summer, but now I wake up a few times every night, no fail. Huh?

I have gift certficiates from my birthday and Christmas. SCORE! I mean, that's what I said back in November. Now even when I try, literally go to the store and try things on, I'm just not into shopping. I'm not even spending my own money. They are flippin' gift certificates! I'm so confused, why is this so difficult!?

Another thing! I get hangovers. Bad ones. By drinking less than I did a few years ago, and didn't get hungover. I blame that one on getting older.

All I can say is, I need to snap out of this. I don't like it. I feel like I look in the mirror and can't even recognize myself! What is going on?  Is this what getting old is like? Don't sign me up!

Monday, January 14, 2013

Typical Weekend.

Wedding dress shopping. I'm maid of honor in my sister's wedding, and therefore got to go wedding dress shopping with her, our mother, and her future mother-in-law last weekend. Nathan and I made the trip down there after work on Friday, and then Saturday afternoon the four of us girls went dress shopping while Nathan and my sister's fiance went and bought carpet for the house they just bought.

My sister had no idea what kind of wedding dress she wanted. Strapless. That's all she had us going by. White or off white? I don't know. Whatever. Sweetheart neckline or straight across? Huh? Ballgown? No, tight. Lace? Maybe? I don't know? Then I found a dress that I, personally, thought was absolutely gorgeous. I told her to please try it. She murmured something about us having completely opposite styles (true) and her trying it on just to get me to shut up. Three dresses in, she tries on the dress I love. She loves it. It helped her to answer the questions we were asking, as she could finally picture in her head exactly what she wanted. I'm not going to answer those questions because I don't want Seth to have any sort of access to that information. But believe me, the dress she is in love with is gorgeous and just as unique as you'd expect from my sister, yet somehow surprisingly classic at the same time.

Bently and her hat.

When we arrived back to my sister and her fiance's place she put a hat on her dog and started chasing her (barefoot) around on the unfinished wood floor. Remember, the guys had just gone to buy carpet that same day. Next thing we know, she's lying on the floor grabbing her foot and yelling in pain. Nathan and Seth just kinda look at her and laugh, making snide remarks about her being a dumbass. Mom goes over and asks her what is wrong. That's when we see a chunk of wood about the length of a toothpick and a 1/4 of an inch wide dug way down deep into the bottom of her foot. Oh, it's fine. Sounds just like a big splinter, pull that sucka' out! Errr, wrong. The woman had to go to the emergency room. And seth had to piggy back ride her to his truck bc she couldn't walk, obviously.

Yep, leave it to my sister to start a day wedding dress shopping and end it in the emergency room. I bet she's super excited for that carpet now.

Later that night Nathan and I went to a surprise birthday party for his best friend's fiance's 30th birthday. It wasn't a "surprise" party like Lyn's when she planned it herself. It was a real one, except it was planned on facebook, and somebody invited her to it. Sooo, it wasn't really a surprise. Anyway, it was 80s themed. Nathan and I didn't have time to get dressed up for it since we got into town so late. Once we got to the party though, one of his friends had brought an extra pair of leather pants. Why? I'm not sure, but he did. So Nathan wore them. Sexy.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

I Love Lists.

Things I Think:

Ice Cream Places Should Deliver, Especially Orange Leaf.

Jimmy Johns Should Bring Back Alfalfa Sprouts.

Things Nobody Likes To Buy Should Be Free. Like Tampons.

Weekends Should Be 3 Days Long, But Paychecks Remain The Same. 

Pitch Perfect Should Be a TV Series.

Early Mornings Shouldn't Come So...Early. 

Good Friends Shouldn't Live So Far Away.

Smartphone Batteries Shouldn't Die So Fast.

Facebook Should NOT Be As Addicting As It Is.

Ditto, Pinterest.

Falling Asleep With Your Head On The Chest Of  The One You Love Is Perfection.

Guys Who Wear Camo And Cowboy Boots, Listen To Country Music, And Drive Pickup Trucks Are Hands Down The Sexiest.

Yellow Highlighters Should Not Exist. Still.

People Who Sit At Traffic Lights For FOREVER After They Turn Green Deserve A Severe Honking To.

I Need A Chocolate Lab. Like Now.

Good Books Shouldn't End.

Catching Fire Should Come To Theatres Sooner!

Eric Church Is My Future Ex-Husband.

I Want To Learn To Cook.

Packing Shouldn't Be Stressful.

The Ocean Should Be Closer To Where I live!

Reading Before Bed Is The Greatest End To A Day.

I Hate Jillian Michaels. Yet Love What She Does To Me. Especially Come Bikini Season. Bring It!    

Mustard Yellow Is Beautiful.

My Future Home Will Have A "Country" / "American" / "Rustic" Look. 

I Have The Best Family.

It Is My Bedtime. I'm Not Packed For Our Trip Tomorrow. Shit. 
 

Smoothie Proportion Drama.

Such fake smiles. I know. It's called both of us being annoyed. See those smoothies? Who knew making smoothies could be so complicated! I like drinkable smoothies. I dont like them so thick you need a damn spoon. Nate wants a damn spoon to eat his. But figuring out how much of a banana you need, the amount of liquid, the amount of fruit, the amount of yogurt to get your smoothie to your specifications is difficult! Four bags of frozen fruit and a large container of yogurt were our victims this night. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoyed eating all those smoothies. But I'm determined to figure out the perfect proportions for this! I'm pretty sure I've ate more fruit these past few weeks than I did all last year combined. I've also learned that apples and oranges are disgusting in smoothies. I'm not a fan. I've learned I like the little seeds of texture raspberries give to smoothies. I've learned bananas sure do thicken up smoothies with hardly no taste. Vanilla yogurt thickens up smoothies to a creamier consistency and a creamier flavor. Big fan. Next I want to make spinach smoothies. Or avacado!!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

With You, I Can Feel Again.

Wow, I totally suck at this blogging thing. I think I've started most of my posts with that lately. Not a good habit I'm forming.

Nathan told me he's in love with another girl. I guess I should have seen it coming. He kept leaving me to "go to the store". We are talking multiple times a day, and he'd come home with a gallon of milk one time, a mountain dew the next, etc. Never anything important. He has lots of pictures of her on his phone, talks about her in front of me all the time, and even had the nerve to ask me to go with him to pick her up. I won't lie though, she IS gorgeous. She's a tall ginger, and her name is Nancy. Now is when I should probably clarify that Nancy is Nate's new Chevy truck. Haha. Major sexy points awarded to Nathan.

I have been using that magic bullet blender my mom got me for Christmas like no other. In the few days I've had it, I've gone through 4 bags of frozen raspberries, two of those giant containers of vanilla yogurt, 2 containers of blueberries, a can of pineapples, around 10 bananans, a ton of ice, etc. I'm averaging 2 smoothies a day. Not including the margaritas/mixed drinks Sarah and I made for New Years Eve. Or all of the smoothies Nathan has made.

Speaking of New Years Eve, Nathan and I met up with the couple that set us up. We haven't went out with those two in far too long! We went out to a little karaoke bar in town and met up with 3 other couples. Sarah (the girl who introduced me to Nathan) and I wanted to get all (excuse me, Grandma) "whored" up. I'm not the type of girl to wear heals and a short sequin skirt out to the bars. But this time, I wanted to! SO BAD! So Sarah and I go shopping. Sarah finds the outfit I was looking for...and what do I find. An outfit that she describes as a "going to the library" outfit. Dammit! Fail.


I'm not big on new years resolutions, but I think if I were to do one this year it would be to write on here more. So maybe I'll try that. I'll think of it as a goal though. Nathan made a new years resolution for both of us. Eat less candy. That will be a lot easier for me than him. That man has a sweet tooth! He also made ours to save more money and get our credit scores high so we can get to house shopping. Which, by the way. That house we were in love with? Sold. He wasn't going to tell me because he knew I'd be upset. Then I asked if we could drive by it again, for fun. He says to me "Remember how bathrooms not having closets is a pet peeve of yours? Yeah, we shouldn't ignore that this house had a hallway closet, not a bathroom closet". I asked him why he was avoiding driving past the house. "It's sold. I'm sorry honey, I didn't want to tell you!". He's so cute. Aw.