The Real World

The real world is hard. I'm not talking about the MTV show cause that's not hard. Living in a fancy house rent free for several months with no responsibilities to speak of - besides making sure you roommate doesn't vomit on your stuff while stumbling to the community bathroom after a long night-is not hard. But I don't like to talk about that show cause I use to watch all the old people who didn't have to answer to their parents (at least they weren't acting like it on the show) and were so mature and good looking and had great style including but not limited to overalls, doc martins, denim vests and bangs. But now all I see are hopelessly insecure really unstable kids put in a very unsafe and unhealthy environment dressing quite scandalously. They must have changed the casting strategy (OR I AM JUST FREAKIN OLD NOW).
So back to the real real world....
Sunday night at 8:00pm Jay and I returned from a PERFECT 9 day vacation and getting up for work on Monday morning was brutal. Then stepping on the scale to asses the damage was more brutal then showing up to work with a weeks worth of work piled up and a full week ahead was most brutal. Once I get back on central time so that waking up at 5:30am doesn't feel like 3:30am, I will be sure to have posts full of trip pics cause everyone loves to look at how much fun someone else got to have, right? Besides this is the first actual newsworthy event I have had to blog about since I started this thing!

My Husband is Coming Home, Crappy Graphics and 1 Irrelevant but Pretty One!

One of my favorite things to do is make my writing more interesting with graphics. What I want to know is how all these people find these beautifully unique photographs that tie perfectly with their writings! For example, this post was going to be a quick ode to my husbands return after a 5 day business trip. So, I go to google images these are the following graphics that my searches produced:
1. ‘Husband comes home’
I have to admit he does kinda look like Jay but as I look more I am really confused…Did she shave her own head and if so why, and why is she mad at him for not liking it? So clearly he does not have a thing for Mr. Clean-and that’s a good think by the way. Does he have growths all over his face and arms? Is that a tucked in t-shirt?!

2. So I figure I should clarify and google, ‘Yay Husband Comes Home’
I don’t even know what to say here.

3. It is now clear I need to be more specific with my search. What about ‘Husband Home from work trip’

OK YEAH that would NOT send the right message. And it's really creepy looking. Could you imagine if that was the first think you saw when getting to my blog!? I would loose all four readers!! (Shout out Ashley, Danielle, Diana and Jessica)

Then I give up and realize this post started out as a quick 'yay hubby comes home tonight/sweet couple pic', and has totally spiraled out of control into a long drawn out post about how I can't make my original post happen. It is now painfully clear I will never be able to make a living blogging about random crap like I have hoped and dreamed.

In closing I am really excited to see my husband and I have missed him. Oh and check out this awesome professional blog caliber picture I found someone else find that has nothing to do with my original topic!!!

RANDOM Ramblings...

• I am hungry. A lot. The hubby and I have been trying to get down to pre marriage weight and it's no fun. Little did I know when I was a 5'10" 4th grader being called the jolly green giant by the school bully Bubba Owens that I would appreciate that height when I gained a few lbs in my 20ies and you really couldn't tell. However, those "few lbs" have turned in to more than a few and now I wish I was about 6'4".


• I still have not picked the pictures for my wedding album. It's been 14 months.


• Jay and I went to Costco last weekend to get him some new jeans. Don't laugh because no starched Levis here, last time we were there they had sevens for guys! Wait is it even funnier that we were excited about that? Bad news, they were out but they had them for girls! $62.50 later I had me some fall jeans. You know cause its like 98 degrees out. (where is the degrees sign on the computer so I don't have to keep typing it out?)


• I HATE when people bad mouth Houston and it happens often. Usually they have never been here or spend about 1 day in August here for a trip to Astroworld (now closed). Well let me tell you something, we didn't get 2.3 million residents in the city (6 mill counting surrounding cities) by being a crappy place to live. Yes 2-3 months out of the year the weather is rough no doubt but hey I work during the day. And guess what, Dallas has basically the same weather but hotter temps and a bit less humidity (8% difference on ave annually but when you are looking at 80% humidity whats another 8%) but I'm not going to stoop to the level of badmouthing other peoples towns because then I can't complain about people doing that to me. There is so much to do, see, eat (obviously I have discovered that), a great mix of native good ole boys and interesting, friendly foreigners, great jobs, great churches, great spring, great fall, great winter, AND its home. SO LOCK IT UP HATERS. :)


• I have no idea what to pack for our trip cause its like high in the low 60ies!! YAY!


• My work buddy quit. Now the closest woman my age is probably 10 yrs older and not a talker like my current work buddy :( Goodbye work Ashley, I hope you and Edgar have a wonderful life together as I will with Baxter, I mean Jay.

IT'S THE WEEKEND!!

(ps. I warned you of the randomness)

Livin' the Dream

If I had a home office like this, I think I would be a bit more productive.

But first I would need one of these to house the office:

But one of those comes with a lot of this....

And many expenses for things like this...

Then next thing you know you gotta have one of these....

And then you get to decorate one of these...

But then it makes it pretty hard get away and stay at places like this:

http://www.vintageinn.com/And eat at places like this...

http://www.scomassausalito.com/

.....like I get to in two weeks when I go on vacation to Carmel, Napa and San Francisco. All with my bff/husband who also happens to be hilarious, super thoughtful, really really really rediculously good looking, and after almost 10 years of being together still challenges me to be better than I was the day before.

Thats right people. No typo here. On August 10, 2000 Jay asked me to be his girlfriend outside of tinseltown movie theater.

So although I am full of hopes and dreams for our future including houses and babies and jobs we truly love, I want to be grateful and present for today's blessings and challenges. God has blessed us with a wonderful place to live and serve others, put wonderful people in our lives, provided steady jobs and the freedom to focus much of our time on us and building a marriage that will last. I pray all I truly desire for our future is God's plan and not the one I dream up because His will be so much greater!

HAPPY FRIDAY!

Not to be confused with Trichomoniasis...but it's still no treat

Trichotillomania (TTM, also known as trichotillosis,[1] or more commonly as trich) is defined as "hair loss from a patient's repetitive self-pulling of hair"[2] and is characterized by the repeated urge to pull out scalp hair, eyelashes, facial hair, nose hair, eyebrows or other body hair, sometimes resulting in noticeable bald patches.[3] Trichotillomania is classified in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV) as an impulse control disorder, or an obsessive–compulsive disorder.

So I don't have this and I know it's a real thing so I don't want to make fun because goodness knows I have had plenty of experience with people who lean toward other types of OCD (aheem, JAY) but I think my cat has Trichotillomania.

This is Baxter, can you see the shame?

Perhaps this is a misdiagnosis or even a totally new disorder I have discovered because Baxter pulled out my eyelashes, not his own. This morning I was doing my normal put make up on in front of the TV. Just after clamping down my eyelash curler out of nowhere he jumped and attacked my ankles causing me to rip every last eyelash out. Did it hurt? Not even. I was so in shock. Then I looked down at my curler and literally became nauseous because ALL of my eyelashes were still in the curler in a nice straight little row. Jay was working out downstairs so all I could do was cry, and call my mom. She then assured me they would grow back but I knew I still had to discipline my cat.
An that's how I cured my cat of Trichotillomaniaing people.

Note-I did not really break his arm, wait leg? This pic was back in 2008 and although funny to look at I spent about $1,000 just to ensure he didn't have to walk with a limp. Now I wish he did have a limp cause I could probably have heard him coming.