Yes, try it again... only, without the "oops"

Sum up of the last week in 7 words:

Monday: Talking, talking, talking with Dew and friends.
Tuesday: Celebrating memories with balloons, music and food.
Wednesday: Realizing I'm not ready to be mommy.
Thursday: Independence Day rocks and coughing up lungs.
Friday: Really, Aunt Linda? You suck really bad.

Some insights from this week:

The hangover from NyQuil is worth it if it means I got a few hours of sleep.

I love using music to soothe people's souls.

Aliens are bad and scary, but we'll be okay if we have Will Smith on our side.

No matter how tired I am I can argue politics like it's nobody's business. And I always love it.

Life is short. Really short for some people. And really long for others, but really it's all about the people who surround you. I'm so glad to be surrounded by people I love and who love me.

Spitter scags are the worst.

I make a killer stroganoff.

I'm excited for the weekend!

The end.

Disney Advocates Dysfunctional Families

First of all, let me say that pillow talk is one of my favorite parts about being married.
This is how our pillow talk went last night.
Me: "Don't they kill the mom in Dumbo?"
Al: "Yeah."
Me: "Ugh. That's why I don't like it. Bambi, too."
.....moments of silence.
Me: "Dude, there are tons of Disney movies that have single parents, dysfunction, adoption, etc." (I didn't really say etc... does anyone ever really say that? But it makes my point.)
We then proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes spouting off all the Disney movies we could think of. Check this out.

Pinnochio - single dad
Dumbo - single mom, killed
Bambi - mom killed, dad was not in his life for childhood
Cinderella - lives with stepmom and crazy stepsisters
Peter Pan - orphan
Jungle Book - orphan
The Aristocats - abandoned, orphans
The Rescuers and Rescuers Down Under - boy is an orphan
Fox and the Hound - orphan
The Brave Little Toaster - abandoned by "master"
Oliver & Company - orphan
The Little Mermaid - single dad
Beauty and the Beast - single dad (plus, he's crazy)
Alladin - orphan boy and single dad for Jasmine
Jungle Book - orphan
Pocahontas - single dad (at least I think there is no mention of mom)
Toy Story - single mom
James and the Giant Peach - orphan, parents eaten by rhinoceri!
Tarzan - orphan
Lilo & Stitch - orphan
The Santa clause - divorced
Finding Nemo - single dad
Chicken Little - single dad
Meet the Robinsons - orphan
Ice Age - little boy is orphan
Up - single mom

I do not consider myself to be a Disney expert, and may not know some of these stories entirely, so correct any misconceptions that I have. And this is by no means a full list of Disney movies, but mostly what I've seen. There were a small handful that I had seen that had traditional families - Hercules (although he gets adopted), Mary Poppins (though there is dysfunction in the home in the beginning), The Incredibles. Those are really some of the only ones I could find.
Just some food for thought.
Maybe Disney is the reason the divorce rate is so high. Subliminal messages, my friends. They are powerful.




P.S. I hope no one takes me seriously on this, I don't want fiery comments about being a Disney-hater! I just thought it was really funny to find SO many movies with the non-traditional family! Even a lot of the older ones, too, when it was so much more the norm. Maybe Walt was an orphan...

Anniversary Weekend in Brianhead

Alex and I really wanted to do something fun/really cheap for our anniversary this year and we ended up getting hooked up with a free room at the Cedar Breaks Lodge in Brianhead for the weekend! Woot!

So Thursday night we hung out with our besties, the Telfords, and I started feeling really weird/nauseated/sicky/headachey, so I went to bed early, especially after Alex told me I had a fever. BOO. I was trying SO hard to fight it off because I didn't want our weekend to be ruined. So the next morning I was totally raunchy because I felt awful, but knew I had to go to work because I already told them I was leaving early and I KNEW that if I called in sick they would just think I wanted to leave early for vacation. Nobody wants that. So I went in and sickied all over them. I had a fever and sinus congestion all day. I left around lunch time and Alex and I started to get stuff ready for our trip. He was really tired and I was so sick and we both wondered if we should go but we knew we'd regret it if we didn't.

So... I passed out for the whole trip up, mentally punching Alex's throat whenever the car lurched enough to wake me. He was so sweet to drive the whole way and let me sleep. But he still deserved some throat punches.


Then we got to the lodge (no, we didn't take ANY pictures. FAIL.) and I passed out again and started feeling SO much worse. On top of the sinus pressure/headache/intense body aches, stiffness and pains/sore throat/stuffy nose I started to feel really sick to my stomach. Ugh. When I woke up after tossing and miserably groaning for an hour or two Alex gave me a blessing and I was able to fall back asleep and felt so much better after waking. Yay for the priesthood! I was even hungry, so we went to the on-site cafe, which we loved! It was so yummy and not even over-priced at all. I have much love for people who don't over-price things just because they can.

So I got a salad.

Bad. Choice.

I felt totally fine going to bed and then the middle of the night the "oh my gosh, I might die or maybe just throw up my intestines" feeling came back again. Kept me awake and whimpering for an hour, then I went and threw up. Salad. SICK. But then I was able to sleep - yay!

So that's the really long account of the sucky first, very non-romantic, night of our weekend. I was weak for the rest of the time and still had a sore throat and stuffy nose but felt much better. I would like to tell you of fun adventures and awesome things we did, but we seriously did nothing all day Saturday. Nothing. We watched TV (it was Nazi day on the History Channel!), played games, read books, slept on and off, took baths and showers (the bathtub had jets!) and looked out the window at the icicles, waiting for them to fall and seriously injure someone below. Not as a sick, sadistic wish, but that maybe we might have a millisecond to yell "SIR! Look out, a 3 foot icicle is about to strike your head from above!" But really it would just come out "Bleahhhahhhaaaaaaaa!" If you can name which comedian I am referencing your "I'm a rockstar" meter will rise by 10 points. Post a comment and I will notify the winner of their current standing on said meter.


(Side note: I got this from a news story titled "Falling Icicles Kill And Injure Record Numbers In St. Petersburg". See, this shiz is real.

Then we came home today and played video games and forgot what time was.

All in all, a pretty rockin weekend.

I Like Breathing

I got a massage last night. Dee-licious.

I feel really pretty good about life right now. Alex and I are getting away this weekend for our anniversary, work is great, we have some amazing friends, my back isn't killing me and I'm guzzling a Mountain Dew.
All these equal happiness.

Plus these things is the assurance that Alex and I can indeed afford to live in our house. The bills are in place to pay for our first normal month of living there and it looks like we will even have some money leftover for food. Yay! I have been so, so stressed about this and I'm just glad that I know what to expect now.

Wanna know some secrets?
- Taylor Swift songs make me cry.
- I hardly ever stay interested in something for too long. I'll play video games with Alex every day for a month and then not play once in 6 months. I'll do a craft 3 times a week and then go for 3 months without doing one.
- I have a reall small bladder.
- I want to make time to meditate every day but I can never wake up until I absolutely have to.
- I hate showering. Hate it.

And now, I have to go to the bathroom. See? Small bladder.

2 WHOLE YEARS!

Happy Anniversary to me and my hubby!!
I could do a whole post about how amazing he is and how I fall more and more in love with him every day, but you would all toss your cookies because of the mush. And cookies are good and meant to stay in the tummy, so just suffice it to say that I LOVE being married to my man that is perfect for me.

So.... trying to get back into blogging is hard because I feel like I don't know what to write about. How about I complain a little bit? I'm sure my hubby is sick of hearing about it, so I'll vent about it to the blogging world where no one has to listen if they don't want to :)
K, I am tired ALL the time. Seriously, all the time. No matter how much sleep I get, no matter what time of day it is. It is really rare for me to feel like I have any real energy whatsoever. I am really, really sick of it. I went to get my hormones tested and they said everything was normal, except for some pancreas stuff, but that doesn't affect energy. I can't figure out what is wrong with me. Even when I was on the raw diet, still nothing. I take vitamins and Juice Plus (basically two capsules of a gazillion grams of vegetables and fruits broken down into powder form) every day. No difference. What gives, body?!
On top of this I feel like I have been falling apart in the last few weeks. First, I think I got black mold exposure so I had crazy allergies for a good week and a half. Right during the move. Then my back started hurting so bad that it just goes numb sometimes. And sometimes I just go into the bathroom at work and cry for a minute cuz it hurts so bad. Seriously, I feel like I'm 30 years older than I am! Ugh. I hate, hate not being in control of my body.
Any suggestions, 10 people that occasionally read my blog??

Hey, did you know that we have a roommate? We do. His name is Khol. Not Kohl. Sometimes we call him K-hole. But not to his face. He is a super nice guy and we feel like there is a reason that everything fell into place exactly for him to come live with us for a little while.

That's all I can ramble about for now. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things soon and find things to blog about...

Getting Back on the Grid

Hello, again!
I think I'm ready to start blogging again, as life is once again approaching a semi-normal pace.
Since my last post we have bought a house, celebrated Christmas and New Years, sanded, stained, painted, cleaned, worked, bought, shot guns, vegged and just been all around happy with life.
Some pictures to prove it:

Alex working so hard and being so manly. I love him.


Alex showing off the fruits of the stellar Rainbow Sign & Banner Christmas party. I have the best workplace ever. I look forward to the Christmas party all year long :)


Building a gingerbread train with our adorable nephew, Gabe. He did most of the decorating on his own. This is him eyeing his handiwork critically.


Shooting! We are both wearing our Jimmy shirts :D Joy.


Part of vegging. Alex makes amazing Molletes. It is a bolillo (just basically a roll) hollowed out, filled with refried beans and topped with Mexican cheese. Stick them in the oven to broil til the cheese melts and top with Alex's famous pico de gallo. YUM!


The sexy shotgun Alex bought me for Christmas!!!


I bought Al and his dad matching Glenn Beck t-shirts. They are so handsome ;)


Christmas Eve karaoke party with the Theo's!


Christmas Eve with my whole fam.




Our sexy new bed. I'm pretty much in love with it. But I'm more so in love with the fact that my amazing husband makes the bed and even puts all the pretty pillows up every single day. Every day. Amazing.


So there is the last month summed up in pictures. I will post the before and after pictures of projects once we get them done - HA! We still don't have doors on our cabinets... But we did get the drawers done! Woot! No more silverware on the counter.

We just feel super lucky to have been blessed so much as of late, and we are super excited to celebrate our 2nd anniversary on Monday!
And now I will sign off because our freaking awesome friends, the Telfords, have dinner made for us and just got here! Our life rocks. ROCKS!!!!