If I Get One More Tag, I Might Kill My Bestest Friends With Dental Floss!

Oh I hate doing these things. However I feel completely obligated because count them......ALL of my bloody friends tagged me and since that makes me a complete lame a#& if I dont do it. Thus I have given in against all my fighting in my head and here are my weirds:

1. I have an insanely large fetish with large rings. It doesn't matter whether they are cheap, expensive, old, new, or tacky....I love them all. You will almost never ever catch me with out a honkin big ring on my middle finger of my right hand. It is like a bra for me. I feel all loose and uncomfotable without them. Currently I own over 17ish rings. I want more. I need more. Oh Baby Oh Baby!

2. I love to read those cheap paperback books you see in the checkout line at the supermarket. I love the mystery ones with a splash of trashy romance. Shh....Don't tell the Bishop!

3. I have a hard time spending more than $20 on any item of clothing except when it comes to jeans.....dropping 150 bones on a slick pair of denim is like breathing for me. I have a slight addiction to dark denim, with supple wear and tare and thick stitching! Kill Me Now!

4. My husband makes fun of me because anytime I go to a restaurant or make something ridiculously dilicious, I get so excited, and I bounce in my seat, I am fidgety and impatient waiting for the rich succulence to bounce off my tongue, and then as soon as it hits my mouth; FOODGASM! I am not even kidding you. Its like my toes curl in passion and my eyes roll back in my head as a slight moan of pleasure rumbles in my throat. I swear if it were sex or food, there would be no contest!

5. So I called my best friend in question of, What in the world are my quirks , becasue obviously to me, it would seem all normal. Well Apparently I talk with my hands like its going out of style. I said to her, everyone talks with their hands, and she says, no no no You really talk with your hands. I swear she could figure out what I am saying just by my hand movements.

6. The soap to faucet ratio, this is the end of time when a certain eternal ball and chain of mine, doesn't comply to the OCD ness that is my soap to faucet ratio. The soap has to be in the exact 45 degree angle to the handle of the faucet, and at least 4 inches away. The soap pump needs to be facing the sink diagonal to the faucet, and the label should be a flat plane following the arc of the sink bowl. The towl will be placed opposite side of the sink from the soap. There can be no soap on the bottle or rsidue of anykind. Just clean pure soap. Now have no fear if you ever come to my house, I will not be mad at you. It doesn't bother me when other people mess it up. Just husb.

There ya have it. My all too showing quirks. Ihope you are happy. If you speak of this to me, I will pretend I don't know what you are talking about....WINK!

Happily Ever After the Poo!

The weeks fly by in lil old LO! Lets catch up shall we? Ty and I are going crazy with school. We sit and think of all the things that would be fun to do (WINK!) if we were not so tired from being so busy. My Bestest Friend came into town and I LOVED IT! She is a babe, and mine, so I won't share and don't try to be her friend. Her name....Psych! Like I would actually tell you! Anyway it hit me the other day while I was emptying a garbage can with pubic hairs, and DIRTY adult diapers, that sometimes life is not what you imagine it to be. Now why you might ask would such a thing occur when I have a face full of SH!&* would such a thought arise? Because you see when ever in my life did I imagine myself cleaning rooms at a bed and breakfast to put my husb and I through school? Never, however just because I never thought of myself with a poopy face, doesn't mean I am disappointed. By no means. I am so lucky! I live in a place that is literally called Mansion! Who do you know that can say "Oh I live in a mansion!?" Thats right no one! Cept me. Also there are perks like receptions held at my mansion on the weekends with free food and no need to dress up or wait in line. I get all the perks of a wedding reception with none of the crap! Its pretty cool! I am not trying to tell everyone look at me I am awesome more like, even though sometimes it sucks, it is always worth it in the end. Sweet moments or pure joy with my hubby, discovering a new love, whether shoes or sketching, life is a constant rollercoaster of euphoric bliss and poop with pubes in it. However we imagine our happily ever after to be, not many imagine it the way it actually is. But are we less in love because its not? NO in fact I think it makes it that much better. So the ending of my fairy tale for this week consists of homework, cleaning, breakfast, movies on the Sofa, and tuna sandwhiches.....Can Life get better? I submit that it cannot!

Too Much and Too Little Time

So over the past three weeks Ty and I have been adjusting to life in the Great White North....well Logan anyway. You would think that starting school and having a low key job would give you the time you need to relax, finish projects, and center your chi.....NOT SO MUCH! Where is the time...Seriously! I see women with children and callings and jobs and home cooked meals every night and I think, Wow I am seriously out of control! Kudos to all the mommas of the world! How do you do it? I struggle to get my husband a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner most days! Its like come on make your self a dang quesadilla! Which....(tangent approaching warning warning!) Why on Earth my wonderful adoring, sweet, sensitive, sexy, Patient Husband can't make himself a dang quesadilla for dinner when I am not home is beyond me! Right, I will be busy and not get home until late like tenish and he still has not eaten dinner....why you ask? Is he just not hungry? NO! Is he just too busy with school and the Inn? NO! Is it that he is TOO patient and instead of making himself dinner, he will literally starve himself, patiently mind you, until I can come home and make him a proper meal! Does that make sense to anyone? Because that just blew my mind! Little does he know that proper meal for a growing man, amounts to bread with cheese melted...Ha Ha Sucker JOKES ON YOU! Anyway back to the original plan, why oh why can i not have one of those time turner things like(prepare for it, a nerd moment approaching) Hermione Granger? I wish it to be true and alas it is not..........
Well to be quite honest with you, I could have time if I wanted it, If I budgeted more carefully, I know this is true because somehow I find myself watching 90210 and priveledged every tuesday night. THis makes no sense in the first place because A. I never liked the original 90210 B. I don't really enjoy watching it, C. I am a whiner with nothing to back my case as to why my time is too little. Thus, I must admit I am null and void, however I still think Moms Rock, and someday I will be that organized lady with everything undercontrol and doing it in a pair of Manolos!

Hawaii.....Thats right!

Pier One Date Night...I know his HAIR!

Taking brosky to the MTC. Megans Fam

BLOG BLOG BLOG!

Ok so after like 3months of trying to find a previous blog that I thought I made and am still pretty sure I did...(I can just never remember what the address is!)I finally just gave in and made a new and hopefully improved one! I am not quite sure if it is actually improved due to the fact that I have no recollection of the previous one..obviously. Anyway here it is...our blog in all its glory! Lets get caught up to date shall we? Here is the craziness that is our life lately. Last weekend we up and moved our entire life to Logan. We have both started school and are loving the new adventure! We love our new little apartment which is on the third floor of a Bed and Breakfast called The Riter Mansion. It is completely adorable with lots of fun character! Tyler has started his transition into Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering, and I have begun my up hill trek into the Interior Design Program! We are excited and overwhelmed all at the same time! School for me is fun...not so much for Tyler but he is a good little trucker and is hangin in there. Although we have moved we seem to be migrating back to the UC every weekend. Whats the big idea...with gas and homework, we must be out of our freakin minds?! Although this move has been scary and hard we have been wonderfully blessed and the transition has been easy. Thanks to all our families and friends for the help and support. We are def looking forward to the future!