Bamff

I spell Banff like I do up there ^ because that is exactly what everyone says it like, so why in heaven's name is it spelt with an "n"?

I do not lie when I say this bothered me our whole trip there. Every time we said Banff...or rather BaMff, I would take extra precaution and try and pronounce the "n". Hard.

And dumb.

Anyways, this brings me to the beginning of a wonderful story in which me and my handsome prince took a weekend trip to Banff (I'll keep spelling it like this to avoid grammatical errors, cause you know how I hate those). We made the mistake of choosing a long weekend to go, but....like we had any other choice. Lets just say I was one among many, many Asians.

It was our little celebratory Alan-has-a-week-off-of-studying trip! I'd never been to Banff before, and we were already in Calgary, so voila! We paid next near a billion dollars to get in and another few million for a camp site that was right by the road with deee-sgusting bathrroms, and we had ourselves a grand old time! Really, we did!!!

Our only source of income right now would be yours truly, so we tried to avoid spending any more money than we already had to just go GO INTO THE CITY. I don't know why this bothered me so much, but it did. Anyways...we just kind of walked around looking at the places we'd never seen. We did splurge and went to the hot springs and ate out once...at Tony Roma's. Laugh it up!

We toured the big castle thinger-madoo there, whatever it may be called. The Prince of Whales of Banff, if you will. (I compared Banff with Waterton the entire time I was there, sue me).

I really really really liked walking around this hotel. I don't know why. We just kept acting like the snooty rich folk we truly are at heart and pretended like we were riding the elevator to get to our suite on the top floor.

We fooled no one.

Here is us at Lake Louise. That lake's color melts my heart, it really does. We happened upon a nice German friend on the trail and she took some pictures for us. I don't know what's going on over there in Germany, but she took some reeeeally crooked pictures. I loved her anyway. Up to heaven I go!

A dead stuffed wolf and I. This was at an information centre or something. They also had in their possession and on display a stuffed goat and a stuffed BABY GOAT. Yes, a teeny tiny baby goat. Sick, sick people.

Lake Minnewanka or something of the sort. The best thing about this lake was that it was filled with Powerade!

LIES! The best part was this little guy.

He was a begger and a half.

Another lie would NOT be that we spent over two hours playing with and feeding him. So in other words, we suuuure did!

Alan...caught in the act.

Alan makin us a fire. It actually rained a lot so we only had a fire once, but boy did I make s'mores! I actually like to call them "shmores" with a taaad bit of a German accent. It's more authentic since shmores orriginated from Germany.

(quite possibly another lie).

We found this lake on a map, got everything ready for a picnic, drove all the way up here, walked around for a good 10 minutes trying to find a place to spread out our blanket, found a place, spread out our blanket, got out our books and our lunch, and then it rained. Thank heavens we found time to squeeze a picture in there before it was too late!

Two pictures!

I was truly shocked by the mass of people and stores in this little city in the mountains. It was fun to go shopping downtown though. Alan got new sunglasses and was overly excited. He hasn't had new sunglasses since...ever. This is in no way a lie.

All in all, great relaxing fun trip. It was great to escape all of the madness....which includes my dumb job and the dumb laundry.

I HATE LAUNDRY.

But I love Bamff. No worries though, I still love Waterton much more.

MCAT Day

Hello fellow bored's. Thank heavens for blogging to keep us occupied and our spirits high as we read about what everyone else has been ambitious enough to do, eh?

Today is weird. I am sitting in a hotel waiting for my darling cutest while he takes a test for five hours. Yup, MCAT day is finally here. I wasn't really expecting ME to be the one with the butterflies and the sweaty hands, but here I am....freaking out. It's been a while since I've had to deal with the pressures of testing. What am I saying...I don't have to deal with them now! But Alan does, and we are just so intuned that I feel it for him...(cute).

Yeeeee, hope he survives!

So anyway...I've been thinking about my blog. I actually think about my blog a lot so technically it should be a whole lot better than it is but nothing in my brain really ever gets put into action, so I'm not surprised. You shouldn't be either. I was reading a newborn blogger's blog and she was explaining the reason for her title. Then I remembered the first time Al looked at my blog and the expression on his face when he said "why Tina Butter?". So, I'm assuming everyone thinks this is just a stupid name I made up in a failed attempt to be clever.

Nope. I don't even make attempts, sorry.

The history is lame, but as per the afore-mentioned, I'm bored. And I'm too chicken to brave the city roads by myself and take me to a mall. I have this inkling I will get lost. It's actually less of an inkling and more of an...I know I will.

When I was in high school and Jen lived at home, we were bossom buddies. We were a tad bit out of control. What I mostly remember is singing into our thumb microphones and running along the tops of the couches and jumping all over the cuddle sacks singing as loud as humanly possible to the Wicked and Enchanted soundtracks....and Hillary Duff and Mary Kate and Ashley....only the good stuff. I miss those days.

When Jen met and married Reg, he used to say that when she was grumpy he would need to bring her to me for a "dose of Tina" and then it would be aaaall better. He called us Tina, Tina Butter....and JENNIE - like the commercial...peanut, peanut butter...and JELLY! You know the one?

And then Tanner and Regan forever called me Tina Butter. That is honestly and truly the only thing I've ever had that is close to being designated as a nick name. And the only people that ever called me that were Regan and Tanner. It made me feel super rad, since my lack of a nickname all throughout my life gave me a complex. Miss T never even gave me a nickname, and trust me, that is pathetic. Denise did used to call me "Teener" but I have always opted to not count that....for reasons your gag reflex is explaining to you right now.

I've been feeling guilty and thinking I need to change it to something like...Tina Butter and ALAN or Da Wiiiiildz....but really....despite the fact that the entire blog is about Al, it's still my blog. I'm actually 65% sure that he doesn't even read it on a regular basis, so until he can shape up, it's mine baby, aaaaalll miiiine!!

Just don't go thinking that I don't love him or my new last name and that's why I haven't changed it, cause I doooo (and that phrase should be said like Nacho Libre please).

Nap time? Ok.

Love ya J, I've been reminiscing prior to this blog post, and it's been pleasant.

Al Capone

Al is just so cute.

I can't seem to stop taking pictures of him.

I just wuuuuv my hubbie bubbie!

Ra-haain

Boy, we've sure had a lot of rain this summer.

We really soaked it up the other day....pun intended! Haaardy har.

We had planned a cute little couples run after work but by the time we got home the sun was nowhere in site and it was raining. Well......we went ANWAY. I know, the spontaneity is ridiculous. It turned out to be quite a jolly good time. I am just so happy to be able to spend so much quality time with my hubby bubby this summer. I am really hoping September never shows up.

And running in the rain is always fun. I really do love the rain. Especially that so-fresh-and-so-clean smell.

I didn't appreciate it this weekend when it soaked me to the core whilst doing my bridals though. I have the worst luck with weather for photoshoots. I'm starting to think that god doesn't want to put anyone through the pain of having to look at pictures of me.

I'm only joking. Look how beautiful I look when I'm sopping wet!

Haha, I was a mess....but I really do love the pictures despite the rain. This picture was near the end when my hair was sticking to my face, my dress was sticking to my legs, and my mascara was beginning to run. Yum.

Hot Hot Heat

Now, I'm not saying that I don't love the heat. Cause believe me, I laaaaarve the heat. I love the sweltering hot sun in my face and the feeling of sweat dripping in between your cleavage while you sit on the beach eating and reading all day. I honestly can't get enough of tanning beds. And my heart sinks when they click off (I would go more if they were a little more in my price range). I always ALWAYS wrap up in my blankets at night and when I'm on the couch no matter how hot I am....and our room gets pretty up there in regards to the temperature. So hot.

However, the heat lately has been driving me mad. I don't even care if it is 30 above and gorgeous out....my day consists of sitting in the basement all day and then going home to the overheated house to clean it and cook in it while the sun shines in my face from the windows and I am covered in sweat with ALWAYS too many clothes on. If I have to blow dry my hair with swollen sticky hands against my swollen sticky face one more time, I might scream.

So, today with the hurling cold winds, I smile.

I smile and smile.

And then I walk to the back of my house and look out the window and frown.

The sun would never do this to our tree.

I'll never be thankful for the wind again.

I'm going to miss our cute little tree. :(

Second Non-Annual Anniversary

Congratulations to us. We still are happily married after two whole months. Happily being a tad bit of an understatement.

Al wanted to do something suuuper special for our 2 month'er, so he did this.

It's not scary....it's cute, right??

Haha. He just took a liiiitle trip to the eye doctor today. He scared the crap out of me when he came home, and I was even expecting it already!

Happy anniversary toots. Love your stinkin freaking guts. You are cute when you sleep.

But you got some tough competition.

Housey

I did a little decorating today and couldn't decide how I felt about it. So I took a picture and thought I would ask my blog fans for an opinion.

So Jen, what do you think? And while I'm at it, thanks for being my biggest and best and only blog fan ever.

So here is a picture of my little project. I just hung these frames today. I am going to change the pictures in them one day I'm sure....but we all know that it probably won't happen.

Isn't our coffee table cute? We got it for a whoppin $4 at Salvation Army and spray painted it white. Alan gets yelled at when there is anything on it because it is just too darn cute to be used.

And there's our bird cage and plates in there.

I was taking these pictures and thought, what the heck, I'll give a grand tour!

This is just by the front door.

And over here we have my beloved china cabinet. Yaaaaaaaay.

Kitchen. Thank you for giving me an excuse to clean it. (I don't know who I'm thanking with this, but nevertheless).

You even get to see our bedrom. Bow chicka bow wow.

And here is a picture of the best thing in the entire house. The AC.

Spooooooooooooooon collleeeeeeectioooon!!!

And this, my friends, as I'm sure you've already guessed, is where I get ready.

I'll clean it later, I swear.

It had been a while since I'd done an out-streched arm picture of myself, so I took the plunge...and did it.

Side note: Alan just walked in wearing a black shirt with navy blue shorts and a black hat. I was on early shift this morning and wasn't here to supervise.

Garsh, I love him.