Thursday, April 30, 2009

more pics...

I got the entire gallery now, and I liked a couple of them more than any of the others, so I thought I would share...!

This one's for my Nannie. This ring is hers. And the day I took the pictures is the last time I saw her. She passed away earlier this week.




Monday, April 27, 2009

Bridal Pics

Last weekend, I took my bridal pictures at my dear friend Penny Cupp's house. I used Angel Porch again (she did our engagement pictures), and I'm kicking myself for not finding her sooner, as I've already put a deposit down for someone else for the wedding. I highly highly highly recommend her.

I was really worried about doing this because about two months ago, I had my dress altered (just length) and I realized that it was fitting a little snug. There was no way I could gain even a pound or this thing wasn't going to fit. So I kicked my work out routine into high gear. I even worked with my friend Wes, a personal trainer, to help me.

I noticed that I wasn't losing any weight really after my initial 7 pounds lost in the first two weeks. So I still worried about it fitting...

And then I put it on. And it's too friggin' big now...

I kept having to pull it up to keep it from sliding down around my waist...

Oh, the power of a treadmill!

So with that, here is a sneak peek of a few of the pictures...and David knows better than to go looking for these, so I'm not worried about him seeing me in my dress.

Hope you like!






Monday, April 20, 2009

Six Month Check Up

It has now been six months of living with this boy.

And I still have some questions...

Why, when something needs to be thrown away, is it not placed directly in the trash can, but rather, on the counter next to the trash can...? David has a bad habit of just leaving diet coke or beer cans piled up next to the trash can. And no, we haven't started recycling yet, so I know this can't be the reason...

Dust and dirt don't bother him at all...why not??

He tries to "discipline" the cats when they do something wrong (Tatumbell has a nasty habit of marking his territory in one spot in the den...ick) and David says to him, "No, no, buddy..." and then throws his arms up in defeat and looks at me like "well, I tried." Guess we know now which parent the kids are going to like more...

He records shows on the dvr called "River Monsters." He loves the history and travel channels.

He puts this nasty Vietnamese hot sauce on everything. And I mean, everything. I don't think he has any taste buds left.

On Sundays, I usually make 3-4 dinners for the week, so I can just pop them in the oven without much effort for dinner. After doing all of this, he came in the kitchen to do the dishes. He loaded the dishwasher, started it, but left a coffee cup on the counter--it had been in the dishwasher before, so I wondered why it was now out. When I asked him about it, he said, "There weren't any coffee cups for you for in the morning, so I went ahead and left it out so you can use it in the morning." Ummmm, okay, that's nice and thoughtful and all, but wouldn't the dishwasher be done with its cycle by the morning, and then ALL the coffee cups would suddenly be clean? When I mentioned this him, he just shook his head in disbelief at his own stupidity...

Guess I still have lots to learn about this boy...

Monday, April 13, 2009

Bridal Shower #1 Pics

Just some pics from my first bridal shower this last weekend...
Me and mom



Me and Lily...she helped me open pretty much every single present...


With the bridesmaids...

Friday, April 10, 2009

A friggin' freight train

What is it with men and snoring???

I don't think I've had a full night's sleep in three years. David has tried numerous things to stop snoring: the breathe right strips, numbing spray, my elbow in his side...

But it's now to the point where I wear ear plugs to bed.

I don't mind so much, it's really okay.

Except when he's snoring so loud I can hear him despite the ear plugs.

And when I tell him to roll over, he doesn't cause he's so asleep, he doesn't hear me.

So I hit him. Repeatedly.

Nothing.

I even yelled. Tatumbell woke up at this point (he sleeps just as hard and snores almost as loud...) so I know I was at least effective in waking someone else up.

It was 1:35 am. I had had enough and decided to leave the pillowtop, barely a year old mattress to go and sleep in the spare bedroom with the mattress I had in college.

With the ear plugs in still cause pretty sure I could hear that freight train down the hall.

This morning, this conversation occurred:
David: "Was I snoring last night or something?"
Me: "No, I just decided to sleep on the more uncomfortable bed. Why do you ask?"
David, while gingerly rubbing his shoulder: "Cause I have this unexplainable bruise right here..."

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Trunked...

So last night, I met up with Joey and friends just to sit outside and enjoy the nice spring weather that has finally arrived. David went to the library to study for a chemistry test he has this evening.

We each got home around 10:30-ish. Watched a little tv and then went to bed.

I woke up this morning, got ready for work, and as I was about to leave, noticed his car.

And the trunk was open.

Ummmm, what?

I yelled at him to get up and look at it to see if anything was missing, if the car had actually been broken in to, anything like that.

Nope. He had just hit the trunk button by accident when getting out of the car...

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Being Right.

We've divided up chores in the house.

I'm responsible for the basic house cleaning, cooking, and car maintenance (I care more about clean cars than David does...my dad's a retired auto detailer, so guess where I got that...). David is responsible for the taking out of the trash, laundry and yard work. He prefers to do the laundry because I have a habit of leaving clothes in the dryer all week and just taking out later what I need. I sometimes would leave stuff in the washer for days and then have to re-wash them due to a moldy smell...he actually told me that I "can't do" laundry, so he does it.

The trash is picked up on Tuesdays and Fridays. Sometimes, I have to remind (yell at) him that trash needs to be put out, but then once I do that, the garbage guys come and it's too late.

I reminded him this morning that it needs to be put out.

But it's Wednesday.

He was quick to point out that I was wrong.

"I'm going to savor this feeling..." he said.

This conversation was occurring while I was standing in front of my closet looking for my white hoodie to wear to work.

"Where's my white hoodie?" I asked him.

Still in bed, savoring the moment of being right just a few minutes earlier, rolls over and tells me "in the laundry."

"Dry and ready to go in the dryer? Or still wet in the washing machine?"

Whites were still in the washer.

"Still savoring that feeling of being right there buddy?" I asked.

"Yeah that was short lived, huh?" he replied.