It's the Hap Happiest

MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL.

Pictured above: a Christmas tree molded out of a really nasty square given to me at work.

Now, like most people with a heart, I love Christmas. It is absolutely the best time of the year. But this year is delightfully special since it is my very first Christmas with my wonderful husband! Last weekend, Al finally let us go get a tree. I wanted one I think it was about November 1, but Al said the tree would have no needles by the time Christmas came, and we couldn't have that! No sir!

So we headed on over to Canadian Tire where they were asking for our souls in exchange for a tree. Sobeys, however, was cheap cheap cheap! After getting covered head to toe in mud from trying to pick up every tree and examine it, we found the best one this world has ever seen. Some guy wearing a fleece pullover, no gloves, and a hair net insisted on carrying it to the car for us...and I went inside to pay while Al strapped her onto the Corolla.

By the time I got to the car, woudn't ya know it, my door was strapped shut. I climbed through the window with ease, Al not so much, and I kept thinking "man, this is going to be a cold ride home with all the windows open". Turns out, you can still close the windows when there is only a tiny rope blocking the way. Who knew.

Here's me with our thrift store wreath (good find right?) while waiting for Al to bring Mr. Tree in.
We were veeerrry excited!

And here is the mess it made. I think I swept the floor more that day than I have my whole married life (stop judging).

Doin a happy dance since the tree looked AWESOME.

I never really got the opportunity to decorate the tree growing up. It was always Jen's duty since she's a bit of a perfectionist and got all the family talent in the form of "doing things well". I was always told I could "help" but once I figured out that every ornament I put on just got moved anyways, I ended up just observing and DJ'ing the Mary Kate and Ashley Cool Yule tunes. So this year it was my first time, give me a break.

Alan, going to school? I guess?

Attempts at a family Christmas photo:

We got a little red tinge goin on here.

Ooooh, and a white one now! (we switched up the book stack)

I was trying to get a kissy picture....

He just couldn't hold himself back!

There were about 37 more unfortunate-looking ones until this one happened. But don't worry, our smiles were still real cause we are VERY happy to be spending Christmas together.

So this was, like I said, last weekend we did that. I haven't been able to blog cause Al has been taking my computer to school every day and never coming home cause he loves studying so much. That same weekend, me, J, and Dix headed up to Calgary for some serious shopping. Now when I say serious, I mean serious. We left at 6 AM like we usually do and were pretty much waiting at the door when the mall opened. We figured we'd cover the mall by the morning/mid-afternoon, have a little lunch, maybe hit up Ikea or another mall..ya know...whatevs. But no sir, that is not exactly what happened. We went at it as hard core as shopping goes, and were in that mall for 12 hours. From 9 in the morning to 9 in the PM. I don't even remember having lunch or stopping for a pee break. It was all such a blur.

It was a really wonderful day though, and I bought like two people's Christmas presents. And maybe a few things for me....pretty successful!

There was no more room for a baby in that stroller. This was after we'd already made a couple trips to the car to unload packages. You'd think I had money to spend or something....abuuuuh...

Ash is the best person to shop with ever! And she's pretty freaking cute too!

I should probably go take pictures of the rest of our Christmas decorations and post them, but I'm so warm and cozy in bed and actually I think I'll just go back to sleep. A very merry Christmas to you, and you and you.

Mooooo-sik

In recent events, Al's PC broke down. Yup yup yup I know what you are all thinking and my family has been saying it ever since me and Al started our courtship...."you should have bought a Mac!!!" It's almost kind of become a catch phrase with us by now. Anyways, that's beside the point. Point is - we lost most of our info off of that dumb computer. Having the most fantastic computer-savvy bro-in-law, we might be able to save some pretty important stuff, but me thinks the music is probably a goner.

So I'm thinking I'd like to keep track of a few our "our songs". We had a playlist of them on Al's computer and here I go attempting to remember them....

1. The Luckiest - Ben Folds. This one is a given. I think it is on everyone's romantic list. But the history goes as follows: it was one of those typical nights with me dropping Al off in the Ranger with him in his neck brace. The song came on from one of my mix tapes (slash CD's) and I sang the whole thing to Alan in a real romantic/kind of sarcastic way. He totally bought it. And he officially loved me...at that moment....right there. Just kidding, he loved me the first time he laid eyes on me.

2. Goodnight Starlight - The Julianna Theory. This song doesn't really have a reason other than it steals all the romance in your heart with it's first line "close your eyes, you're beautiful when you're sleeping". After that, you're hooked. And the rest of the song is bliss to your ears.

3. The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson. It was on our wedding slide show and it always made me cry when Al was away at BYU cause it reminds me of him and how he loves me even though I'm, like, the worst.

4. Just To See You Smile - Tim Mcgraw. Oh Timmy, you swoon all us lovebirds! Alan LOVES to see me smile, just ask him. His is pretty nice too. Especially with that beard he has been sportin as of late!

I'm sorry. I have to go off track for a second here. To get visual for ya here, I am blogging at the table and Handsome is on the other end doing physics questions which look absolutely ridiculous if you wanted to know. His stuff has been on my computer since his broke down, and I want to cry looking at those equations. Aaaaaanyways (man I am really drifting away here) it is a pretty quiet setting..we're both pretty focused. Al just shot up his head with a big fat grin on his face and exclaimed "THIS IS FUN!". He's not joking. He went on to explain something about batteries and forces and equations that didnt' make sense to me, and then told me that it was fun again. Yes, I said he is doing physics. What a guy....what a guy....

5. Loved You Before - Jason Deere. The week before our wedding, I had the week-before-the-wedding nervous breakdown. Not really about the Alan part, mostly about the wedding part. I was crying. Al started singing this song to me and danced me until I was semi-calm. Yup, he is a hopeless romantic. But not really hopeless, cause I LOVE IT.

6. Steppin Thru - Swollen Members. SWOOOLLEEEEN!! We like to dance to this one. And Al knows most of the lyrics. And Swollen is the bizzzomb.

And then there is the obvious song he made up for me and sang to bongo drums at our wedding that NO ONE video's. I plan on being bitter about that forever. (The tune is Steal My Kisses - Ben Harper).

I met you working at Raymond Pro Hardware

The girl behind the desk, you looked so fair.

I had to make a plan so you'd be mine.

I broke my neck, how could you decline?

(chorus)

I always have to steal my kisses from you.

Always have to steal my kisses from you.

ditto.

ditto.

Now everything I saw, yeah, I was liking.

You swam, you ran, snowboard, and went hiking.

As time went by, together, we had fun.

I am so glad that you became the one.

chorus

I can't believe that to me you said "yes".

I'm so in love with you, I must confess.

Today is the first day of our whole lives.

With me as your husband, you as my wife.

chorus

He totally surprised me with that, I thought he was going to sing She's Everything - Brad Paisley. Which is kind of another one of our songs I guess since it makes me cry and Al probably sang it to me, har har. And yes, I cry a lot. Get over it!

And thus commences a part of the list that I'm sure will continue to grow with even more special moments!! Awwwwww! Oh, and Al has since claimed that "this is not fun anymore" (pertaining to the physics spiel).

One more thing: I have started to listen to the rusty old iPod at work lately. I put one ear bud in one ear and listen to the dictation in the other ear. It's a task that usually brings on a headache, but it drowns out some of the sounds I don't want to hear (coworkers). Whaaat? Did I just say that? Anyways, here are a few songs I've been relishing in.

The Greatest - Cat Power

Each Coming Night- Iron and Wine

Last Kiss - Taylor Swift

Scarlet Begonias - Sublime

Midnight Sun - The Sounds

Home - Xavier Rudd

Dearest - Buddy Holly

Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes

Listen up, you'll be relaxed and happy, promise.

Grade X

Aaaaaah, look at this gem of a photo. Grade 10. What a year.

To state it as clearly as can possibly be put, I was a freak. I died my hair jet black at the beginning of the year and always had it, for the most part, completely covering my left eye. I was completely obsessed with being some type of "punk rocker". I wore the color black, only. I would only listen to what no one else did, and outside my little group of friends, everyone was a "poser" (what a ridiculous word). The most frequent "compliment" I got was that I looked like the grudge.


Ever since reading my dear friend (pictured above) KGibb4's blog this morning, I have been thinking about high school. Lots of people, like she says, dwell on the past and can't get out of high school. I'm kind of happy to say, I don't think I have that problem. While I miss having all my friends around me all the time and having the metabolism the size of Hong Kong, I do not, I repeat I do not miss high school.


High school is hard on you. It's where you are trying to learn to be who you are but while you are at it you're getting all kinds of crap chucked at your face. Fear of not standing out, self-esteem issues, dumb boys that think with the brain that isn't in their skull, favoritism, issues at home.....bla bla bla the list goes on and on.


It might be kind of sad to admit, but it's the truth when I say that everything I am trying to be in life and every goal I work towards is the opposite of who I was in grade 10.


First off, I want to be nice. I want to tuck my hair behind my ears and let everyone see my kind of big ears and big forehead and chubby cheeks. I want to listen to T-Swift and J-Biebs all day long and tell everyone that they are my "favorite band". I want to wear pink if I feel like it and ruffles and earings and necklaces all the way down to my toes if I feel so inclined. I want to tuck my Lulu pants into my Uggs and go up to the store. I want to look at people and genuinely smile at them and mean it from the bottom of my heart that I hope they "have a good day". I want to be loved by my hubs as much as humanly possible and listen to him ramble on about how pretty I am as long as he wants without stopping him. I want to love him back just as much....even if he does occasionally listen to Nickelback.

Yes sir, I once lived in a fear of conformity. I am happy to announce that I have decided to conform (really hope I'm using this word right) to whatever I darn well feel like whenever I darn well feel like it. My newest goal in life is to do whatever my heart desires even if it is what every other 21-year-old girl is doing. Being different is cool...if you're actually different.


Just beeeee yourself!

You Are Freaking Out, Man

I don't make dinner on Thursdays, deal with it.

So today when Handsome got home, we both alternated saying "I don't care" for about 45 minutes on the topic of what we wanted for supper....when it all came down to "let's go get burgers". So I put some stretchy pants on and shoved them in my boots, and we were off to Costco! (there is seriously a T in this word, after all this time)

CURVE BALL!

That's right, the legend of the biggest juiciest most fufilling burger is dead. Here is my shoulder, cry on it.

You know on Arrested Development when they did those few episodes in a row where everyone had their own little misfortune, and they all hung their heads after and slumped their shoulders and drug their feet while a little depressing tune played in the background?? Well, I'm pretty sure I heard them play that same tune over the intercoms today as Big Al slugged out of there.

It broke my heart to see him like that.

So in attempt to cheer the old chum, I exclaimed "well!! At least we still have Tony Ro......." And I had to stop myself because The Roma Burger is off our list as they jipped us out of like 40 bucks last time we were there. We've been back two whole times (time is very valuable when you do university like Al) and they still haven't fixed it. Queer bags!!

We ended up at Mcdeeee's and I'm still hungry from that skinny little patty. WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!!!

I'm freaking out, man.

A Time To Want

Attn: all giveaway'ers.

This holiday season, it's nice to see all these giveaways happening via blogs and such. It warms my heart to think that people are reaching out to others who (for the most part) wouldn't usually be able to afford these things or think about taking the time to do them. I really enjoy following them!

So I would like to share a new giveaway for all of you who are looking for ways to reach out to others less fortunate than you.

It's called....Tina's Terrific Giveaway. I named it myself.

The rules? I win.

The prizes:

Great, thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks.

Plentiful

What we been up to, ya ask?

PLENTY!


Just to keep the general theme of the blog going, we have officially finished watching all four seasons of 30 Rock. It took us a while since we had to reweatch over half of them (I fall asleep real lickedy split once I sit down). I am a woman obsessed. I'll relax eventually, I swear.


So a few weekends ago (been a while since I blogged) we got the lovely priviledge of sitting this little guy:



He's pretty handsome, aint he? Right up there with Al! See how he's sittin on that couch like he owns it? Yaa that is pretty much how the weekend went.


He was obsessed with cuddling with us and licking our faces and trampling us with love. He also insisted on sleeping in our bed right smack dab in the middle curled up into the biggest heaviest ball he could possibly muster. I pretty much slept through it, but it sure kept Al up. Poor guy.

So I made him some bruschetta to lift his sleepless spirits. I'm such a little fancy chef.

NEXT! We had a STAT holiday for Remembrance Day. Man, I love free holidays. The day all started out with me having a mental breakdown (refer to the end of this blog). So I was reeeeheeeally wanting to get out of the house. Thought about heading to Waterton but it was kind of windy and I was feeling super sponataneous, so we headed a different direction and ended up in the lovely land of Taber. I knew two things about that place: corn. And a pool. So we opted for the pool. It was actually freaking fantastic. That slide is JUST how I remember it. We just went up and down and up and down and up and down, we couldn't get enough!! The only time we had for breaks was when the big mushroom turned on and was gushing with water for us to frolic in! That's how I remember it anyways. I don't have any recollection of spending like two hours in the steam room. (unrelated: so excited for that steam room in our doctor mansion)

Turns out Taber has live FIVE restaurants too. Outstanding! So we hit up BP's and ate dinner while our skin burned from that freaking salt water pool, what is THAT about?

Another thing I've been up to is growing out of my jeans. Seriously....depressing. What is it about being married that makes me so fat? I ate like a cow before! I have been lazy my whole life! I would say I'm even less lazy now, which is pretty much ridiculous. So now I'm officially on my eat a little less chocolate and run if I ever feel like it exercise and diet plan. I'm pretty convinced big things are in store for me, big things.

Gotta dream big, right?

Oh, and my polka-dot shirt finally came in the mail which made me happy for, liike, an entire week!

Aaaaaactually, I am still pretty stinking happy about it. Al ordered it for me. I just love that man.

Wachu Wanna Orda Fo Lunch To-Day

What's this? Talking about 30 Rock on my blog again? Whaaaaaaat!!?!

But this has been making me laugh for days. Probably won't make sense if you haven't seen the episode....soooo DUH go watch it!

It's in season 4, called Anna Howard Shaw Day. HEE-LAAA-RIII-OOOOUS.

Pro Schmos

Ok so I kind of lost my mind last Friday. I apologize about being a grade A psycho, but it is definately harder than I thought to hear nasty things about someone who is truly wonderful and 100% undeserving of crap talk. And someone I love very much. I know such chatter is inevitable, but I hate it.

Anyhow, you know those adorable cooking blogs, Bakerella type ones? Where all the girls get together and make cake pops or cookies and they are the most adorable perfected things and you think "how easy! I could totz do this!" Well I've done it myself now. Me and Dix and J got together with all the kids before Halloween and decided to make a cute little treat and deliver them to some much deserving people. I figured I'd take some pictures and put them on my blog, just like all the pro's do! I figured my iPhone would do just as good a job as their thousand dollar cameras. Boy, was I not wrong.........:S oooor maybe I was.

So the idea we had was to make our favorite thing ever, caramel apples! But mini ones! So J found the idea on one of the many blogs she reads. We were to use a melon baller to make little apple balls. This worked out quite nicely actually....better than I thought it would. Then we stuck little sucker sticks in them and dipped away. We made caramel and chocolate and butterscotch dips and put sprinkles on them.

The results were beautiful. As you can see here!

Just like the professionals do, I'm sure!

Look at those beaut's eh??

Here's a close up of the best one. JUST RIDICULOUS!!

Oh well, at least the kids liked them.

In the end we eventually just cut up the apples and dipped them right in the caramel and put them right in our mouths. Yum. Successful enough for me!

Hope everyone had a good Halloween. We didn't even dress up cause we're super duper lame but we did stay home and watch Addams Family with popcorn and the halloween candy that we didn't end up handing out.

Rant

Today, I am going to use my blog to yell at a few people that deserve it. I apologize if I scare the children.....

I just wanted to let let some people know that....guess what, you DON'T know what's going on in other people's live and your input DOESN'T matter and more likely than not, it has NOTHING to do with you.

Enough with the criticism and the snide remarks like you know what everyone is going through cause you have "been through it". Sure, maybe sometimes people can relate to other people's problems, but everyone is different and you can't open your big fat mouth until you've walked a day in another person's shoes, which I'll have you know is impossible.

I'm not perfect, I judge people and I think things of others that I probably shouldn't. But lets opt for some courtesy every once in a while how about?

And lets keep those loud mouths shut if you "heard this from this person who knows this person who heard if from this person". Really? Ever played the game 'telephone'? I think we learned when we were 5 how that one works.

I'm just so tired of watching people I love go through hard times and then having it made worse by people who think they are the fricken SHIZ. You aren't. Grow up. Spread some love, not hate!

IMA PUNCH YOU OUT!

The Fountain of Loooooove

Since becoming a poor "student" and paying for tuition and rent and food and my own clothes and everything, I've developed into quite the day dreamer. Me and Al very frequently discuss what we will put in our big ol' doctor mansion when he finally finishes school and we have all the money our hearts could ever desire.

His top requests are reasonable:

a) A double headed steam shower in a steam room that also contains a jacuzzi.

b) A grandfather clock (not part of the steam room).

Mine are reasonable too, shut up!

a) A pool with a swinging ball just like at Nicholas Sheron and a hot tub and a sauna.

b) Some sort of contraption that allows my pots and pans to hang from the roof above my island.

c) A maid.

d) A closet that spins just like Hannah Montanas.

e) A horse pen and another maid to pick up their tards.

f) A masseuse.

And above all of the good and wonderful things this world has to offer, one of THEEEESE.

A posifruitly ginungous chocolate fountain and another maid who is constantly filling up trays of pineapple and strawberries and cream puffs for me and my guests to dip in the chocolate waterfall! (mine will just be a straight waterfall like Willy Wonka's, none of this mumbo jumbo nonsense ^)

Alan thinks it will get "gross" and is "unsanitary". What is he, a DOCTOR?

I'M GETTING ONE!

And you guys are all invited.

Another Completely Random Post

I'm sorry ok? I can't concentrate on one thing for long enough to make an adequate post about it.

I was on my way to bed the other night, doing my usual ritual of not brushing my teeth and not washing my face when the other usual ritual happened where I find melted chocolate somewhere on me. Now before you get ahead of yourself here, I'll just show you the picture so your mind doesn't wander too far.

This picture looks pretty minimal actually, the chocolate spot looks smaller than it was in real life. But I mean, come on, HOW DID IT GET THERE?

So this last Saturday me and Al decided to put the books down (ok that was just him I guess) and go on our little weekly date. We had Costco burgers (go have one if you haven't) and then were going to hit up the early show when I decided we should spice things up and wait for the LATE one. What can I say? Sometimes I get a little crazy.


Turns out, everything closes at 5 on Saturdays when you live in the big city. It's a rough life. So after hanging out in Costco for a pretty long and decently entertaining while and getting kicked out at 7, we were pretty much SOL.



Good thing we discovered that Petland didn't close til 7:30. Yes! We had 15 minutes to play with the really weird looking animals that we eventually fell in love with and almost left with.





Rodents seriously love Al.... Melts. My. Heart.

Actually, I don't know if this was a rodent? More of a bearded bunny with weird eyes. Suuuper cute though (sort of not kidding).

Oh look, a picture that has nothing to do with Costco or chocolate or rabbits. Well, you can understand why I had to put this on here. I was having a hard time not sharing. I honestly have the cutest nieces/nephews known to mankind. To top it off, all Ash does is giggle and coo at me. How could I not absolutely adore her? Exactly, I couldn't. And I do!


So ya, my impending boredome as afore-mentioned in another post has hit. Al is once again a busy man and I'm a not-very-good-at-keeping-myself-occupied woman. I have been fixing up some curtains for the last few days though, and I must say, I've done it again! Impressed myself, that is. Jen, the mastermind sewer, has nothing on me! I mean, I only ripped, like, three holes in them!!




Sorry about Mr. Fuzz in the form of pictures, my iPhone is afraid of the dark. The curtains look cuter in real life.


VOW: I solemnly vow to only blog about one single thing the next time I blog. Tina OUT!

Shpanks

I'm thankful for chocolate.

I'm thankful for my sexy husband.

I'm thankful for Jesus.

I'm thankful that I don't live in a basement suite.

I'm thankful for the two turkey dinners that we're having today.

I'm thankful for friends that still sometimes talk to me even though I do a pretty poor job of keeping in touch.

I'm thankful for good movies and good actors.

I'm thankful for funny sit-coms.

I'm thankful for Bernese mountain dogs and black labs.

I'm thankful for Sublime and for Superstore for playing them yesterday while we were wandering around waiting for our movie to start.

I'm thankful for SoAB and Raymond and that I got to grow up here and still get to live here and got to marry someone from here.

I'm thankful for my two families. This should be closer to the top, but this list isn't in order.

I'm thankful for my nieces and nephews when they're not screaming and whining at the top of their lungs. Just kidding, I'm thankful for them all the time!

I'm thankful for my motherly instincts and my baby fever and thankful that Al isn't giving into it just yet.

I'm thankful for the colors grey, peach, and mint green.

I'm thankful for clip on earings.

I'm thankful for garage sales.

I'm thankful for good health.

I'm thankful for wonderful people.

I'm thankful for a patient husband who forgives me immediately after a tantrum, which are not far and few between.

I'm thankful for how easy it is to make cookies.

I'm thankful for a dishwasher.

I'm thankful for birds, especially that blue one at the pet store last night. I am not thankful that she costs 500 bucks.

I'm thankful for the Rocky Mountains.

Really, I'm just greatful that this could happen to me.

I have such a wonderful husband and such a wonderful life, really I really really really do, really.

Quack quack, happy Thanksgiving!!

We're Tina and Tina, Aaaaaah.

I used to be quite the little quoter back in the day. I was really into watching movies over and over and over again, but only the reallygood ones. I guess I'm losing my touch though, cause I'm just not so quick on the money anymore. It seems I used to have a comeback to anything in the form of a movie quote....once again...only the good ones. When I worked at the good ol' hardware store with Pierson, he would take his pointer finger and hold it up to his imaginary foggy window and go "eeeeeeee" every time I snuck a Mean Girls quote into a convo. If the window hadn't been imaginary, well I'd imagine there would have been a fair few streaks on there!

Mean Girls has always been top of my list for movies. Seriously, like, THE top. I almost don't like to share this bit of information about myself with people because of the reaction I get. It's never what I'm looking for. In most cases it's "man....I guess it's been a while since I've seen that" or "I've never seen that". Fags! Get a grip on yourself! (hopefully you're not out there reading this). The reaction should be more like: "............." cause they got too excited and the uproar of laughter was brought on so hard once they remembered the movie that they passed out.

It's just so clever. So witty! So...so....FUNNY!

I always knew the reason behind it all. I always knew who brought me this wonderful gift and let me enjoy it hundreds (literally) of times.

But I never really understood how much I would love this woman until I realized she'd brought me this, this most precious valuable gem...a new reason to wake up every morning....a reason to live a better life...a reason to do everything faster and more efficient to give me more spare time at the end of the day for it's viewing pleasure...

Nothing has ever been funnier.

I can literally sit at work and giggle at my desk all day long thinking of the episodes I watched the night before.

Thank you Tina,

Thank you for bringing this into the world. And thank you for having the best sense of humor in all the land. I. Love. You.

Love,

Tina.

(Honorable mention goes to Tracy Morgan)

Angry Bird: It's All About Tactic.

Boy oh boy, do I ever suck at keeping this blog up to date. Yup, sure do. My deepest apologies to all the people out there that have been anxiously typing in my URL minute after minute and hour after hour and day after day. I hope you haven't given up on me. Or I at least hope you got a blog reader. I hear they are all the rage. I started pretending to start my own little BR up a while ago but then thought of how I don't even know my husband's phone number off the top of my head. You're thinking "what the shaaz does that have to do with a blog reader?". Well, since I have all the numbers in my cellular tellular, I don't have to memorize the numbers anymore. Therefore, I would forget everyone's URL's. And what if my blog reader broke one day, huh? Then what? Then I would be sitting at work and in bed late at night with nothing to do and no one to stalk.

Please excuse that weird tangent. It was unintended!

I am now about to blog about something that happened today. I guess it is probably high on the charts of the funniest of the day, but I didn't have much excitement today so that's why it makes the cut. And also, because it is close to my heart....cough cough.

A year or so ago, I adopted a little Kitty. In all essence of the saying, he was a little walking ball of fluff. Goodness gracious great balls of fire he was cute. I fell right easily into love with him. I rushed home at the end of the day to cuddle him, slept with him on my pillow curled into my hair every night, and let him watch me and Al make out pretty much every day (it was honestly his favorite passtime, and I'm not kidding). So anyways, he grew up and got weird like most cats do but I still loved him for all it was worth and gave him a good scratch on the back whenever I visited my old non-married house where my mom and dad live.

As I'm sure you can tell from the form of tense being used, "it" happened. I got a text from Dix today saying...and I quote "I just found Finn dead on the lawn." I gasped real big and told my mom I was absolutely devastated. Her words...."Me too. He was a good fluff."

My family isn't really pet clingy. I think I got the most of it. And I already am basically over these happenings that I just shared. What can I say, I'm a horrible person.

I really want a puppy. Alan won't let me get one. I'm devastated. Everday it's the same old..."Al, we should get a puppy!!!!". ...."naaah." ...."but I really want one." (super whiney)......"maybe someday when the kids are old".

I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this. I am truly sorry about this post. Let's get down to bussiness here. Here are some randoms from the iPhone.

I realized the other day that the last, like, five statuses on Facebook of mine were about the weather. Am I really this queer? That I can't find anything to rant about except the weather?Just such an old hag. Whatever though, I guess something about the weather effects me in some way or the other so here is a picture of Fall and the thousands of crusty leaves coming at me at 100 miles per hour on my walk the other day. It would have been scary if it wasn't so lovely.

Oh and lookie here! A brand new baby boy nephew. Isn't he the darndest sweetest thing in the whole entire world? If you answerred yes, then you're absolutely right because he is just an absolute peach. And he goes by the name of Baker!

Which brings me to my next picture from my iPhone, me being a baker. Tinabakeface. Yes, that is me and look what I made.

HOMEMADE FREAKING BREAD.

And the mess was something special.

An apron can only protect so much of my clothes I guess. Making bread is not easy or fun. The recipe said "knead like crazy" and you can bet your bottom dollar that I did!

I really should stop bragging about myself though because it seems that ever since I gloated my wife skills, things have been really going downhill. I have made two whole attempts at making brownies, and both of them tasted like sheer barf. The house is a mess all the time, my lasagna was a soup fest yesterday, and I can barely stand to put jeans on. I guess I'm just becoming a true house wife...?

If you turn it sideways, a message will appear. And it's for Alan...and maybe you depending on who you are.

Ok fine, it's for EVERYONE!! YAAAAY!!!!

And here is me with a heart shaped waffle. I suppose I'm good at expressing myself through food. I think we all already knew that.

I hope you watched conference this weekend and I hope you had a good day and I hope you danced like me and Poop and Mango danced this weekend when we finally got together after so much not getting together. Poop, come back to Canada. It needs you.

Al named this post for me, if you're wondering.