Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Disneyland, Please

I just want to go to Disneyland where everything is joyous and grand 24/7 and nobody every stops smiling ear to ear and you do whatever the H you want and you can get whatever you want when you want it, cause you're in Disneyland. I want to be there where there are no jobs, no stomach aches, no headaches, no bad weather (okay there might be bad weather, but who cares? I'm in Disneyland!) There's no transcription in Disneyland cause no one needs anything transcribed because nothing in Disneyland is important enough to transcribe because it's just a big care-free fest of pure joy. When I'm in Disneyland, I don't have to type and I can dance around and jump and sing and ride and eat and not go to work and wear sweats all day if I want, cause I'm in Disneyland.

Point of the matter is, this has been a horrific week. If these friggin clouds don't depart from my presence soon, I am going to drown in a sea of gloom. Ya, check THAT sentence out! You know once ya start writing poetry, something is wrong.

I have been doing the late shift this week. That combined with the fact that I have been sick but not ballsy enough to call in sick combined with the clouds that never let the sun shine through has been throwing me into my extreme alter-ego, which you would not like if you saw, I can assure you.

I came home the other day and to prove to Alan just how extremely terrible I felt, I slumped my shoulders as low as I could and stuck my bottom lip out at least 3 inches and hung my head as low as I could just barely high enough so I could look at him out of the corner of my eye as I drug my feet walking through the kitchen. He got the point...and took me to the pet store and to get some orange chocolate (I'm 5).

It worked though, I love him.

But then I started getting pretty sick that night, and it un-worked.

Anyways, enough about the weather and the week from the utter pits of despair, how about everything else eh!? Let's see, what have me and my champion of a husband been up to...there's so much to shuffle through here....my goodness...what to tell...what to tell!

We've watched three seasons of Big Bang Theory, a season of Modern Family, and are half way through 30 Rock. We lay in bed a lot for lack of any comfortable furniture in the house. Ergo, we sleep a lot. Or at least, I do. I have never been so well rested in all my years! It's faaaaantastic. On Fridays, we go out to a movie. We saw Dinner for Schmucks last week. Don't see it. Seriously, don't. We weighed ourselves the other day and both were up about 10 lbs, so that's nice. On an unrelated topic, we love to cook enough food for at least 9 people and eat all of it in one sitting. I also love to bake and that only brings positive results, of course.

So ya, we're an exciting couple to say the least. And that's quite the way I prefer it.

We went out to dinner with Al's family the other day, courtesy of grandma Beazer (awesome). I had the pleasure of sitting next to grandma and so was chatting her up about what movies they'd been watching lately when I overhead talk of stroganoff on the other end of the table. I listenned in a bit and heard Al going on kind of like this..."Ooooooh, Tina makes the BEST stroganoff!!!" I just cocked my head a bit and gave him the utmost outrageous look but he didn't back down. So I looked at Bonnie and said, quite firmly, "I have never made stroganoff." Al was right baffled. He just gave me this confusing look "yaaa....(hand gesture)...like, out of that box?".

That's right, Hamburger Helper. I get praise at the dinner table (with the in-laws no less) for being able to make Hamburger Helper. Don't even try and tell me your husband is better than mine.

So yes, things are all well and dandy. I was planning on using this little space of time to nap, but I blogged instead....while multitasking and making my infamous stroganoff dish. Off I go to stuff my face!


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Nooohooooo

I was happily going about my daily after-work activities today just jaunting up the stairs.... when I turned the corner..and that is when I saw it. A big fat pile of books and binders and stacks of papers. The nausea hit me like a sledge hammer to the face. We are officially back in school mode.

BAAAAAAAARF FEST.

Yup, Al is back at the grind stone, or however that saying goes. Here goes all the endless hours of us doing virtually nothing together and loving every freaking blinking second of it.

If anyone feels so inclined to help release me from my impending boredom, I am feeling quite open to new ideas.