Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I know it seems like a long way away, but I really just want to get out of town for Thanksgiving.  Just my hubby and I.  This past year we have had so much family drama, (my side) that we really don't care to spend the holiday with anyone. 

Don't get me wrong, Hubby and I love our family but we want to get away. 

I want to go to the beach, and hubby wants the mountains. 

We get free rooms in the mountains, but we have been there 3 times this year.  I have only been to the beach twice this year, and neither of those times included my husband.  I have a great deal at a resort at the beach, also. 

I don't know which one to choose! 

The problem with the mountains is that you are a million miles away from anything other than the hotel.  So any Black Friday Shopping we will have to drive far away to enjoy. 

The problem with the beach is that my husband hates it.  He also hates shopping. 

Mountains: 5 and half hours from our house.

Beach: 1 and half hours from our house.

Which would you choose?

Monday, September 28, 2009

My Knight in Shining Armor

I have lived in my house with my husband for almost 2 years, and in those 2 years I have been Mrs.. Scaredy Cat when it comes my imaginations of someone trying to break into my home.  If I try to go to sleep without the TV on, I hear all kinds of noises that sound like murderers, robbers, and thugs.  I go to the bathroom window and check to see if anyone is in our driveway a couple times a night.  My husband, on the other hand, is not scared to go to sleep at night.  The noises never bother him unless I wake him up because I heard a noise.

~~Flashback time~~

A few months before I moved into the house, someone came by and kicked in the front door.  My husband had a security system but it was not linked to the police.  As soon as these punks heard the alarm they left.  So I figure they were school kids or stupid construction workers.  These people have never been caught to our knowledge. 

So my husband installed security cameras, and linked the alarm to the police.

~~Flashback over~~

So basically we live at Fort Knox, and since I have lived there we have not had any problems. until last week. 

Last Saturday night, my hubby and I were going to bed around 10:00.  We are both awake watching college football.  All our lights are out except for the TV. 

My hubby hears a noise(which I don't hear surprisingly), and goes to the bathroom to look out the window.   He says that there is a car in our driveway.  I start to freak out, because we don't get visitors especially at 10:00 at night.  My husband grabs the gun and I watch from the front window. 

All the sudden from the window I see this guy walking(YES, walking) back to his car.  I see my husband running out the front door yelling at the punk to get @#&!@ out of the yard.  My husband fires a warning shot.  The guy jumps in his car, while my husband is firing another warning shot.  The car reverses all the way out of our driveway and down the street so we don't see his license number.   I am pretty sure that punk peed his pants.

Now I am freaking out, and I can't go outside because I have my on my nightgown.  I don't know what to do whether I should call the cops.  My husband finally comes back in, and he is pretty shaken up.  He has never had to fire the gun in that circumstances.  We go down to look at the security tape, and see this punk going through my husbands truck looking for something to steal.  The punk tries my car but its locked.  Its too dark to see anything on the camera other than the punk going through the truck.  We don't think he found anything to steal in the truck.

But  we were pretty shaken up that night, so we went to sleep at his mothers, plus I was worried that guy would come back.

Since that day my husband is the one hearing the noises and getting freaked out. I am now sleeping like a baby, because I saw how my husband protected this house.  I know that no one is getting into our house without a fight.  He is my knight in shining armor.

What is this? House week?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Our little (I mean really little) dream house

My husband and I were driving along and randomly talking about different things. The subject came up about what our perfect house would be if we did not have kids. We live in a 2300 square foot house, and my husband bought it because he knew it would be perfect for us. Now we feel like if we decide not to have children the type of house we would like to have based on our lives.

The setup of our house now is we have a great room (living room, kitchen, and dining area all together), 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 laundry room.

We only live in one side of our house, so we can eliminate the 3 other bedrooms. We can also eliminate the dining area, because we might have used it 5 times in the past 2 and a half years. My hubby did not even have a dining room table until we had been married 4 months.

We can really eliminate the kitchen because I don’t cook that often, and neither does my husband.

We can also get rid of the other 2 bathrooms. I think it may have been a couple of times that we used the bathrooms at the same time. Everyone knows boys can go pee outside.

So hubby and I only need a living room, bedroom and bathroom. We don’t need a jacuzzi tub or double sinks. We might need a little bigger shower though.

I hate doing laundry, and we could save a ton of money from the above house. So I figure I can just buy clothes for the week, then give them away to charity and buy new ones.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I am no longer wise.


I had my wisdom teeth out today. 

Yes. Today.

I actually feel pretty good.  I came home from the surgery, and slept for a couple hours.  I have laid around today eating my fill of mashed potatoes and Wendy’s frosties.  My husband has been my male nurse(murse) all day!  I made him wear a white dress and everything! 


I had my surgery at 10:30, and this was actually taken about 4 hours after.  I know I look really cute with my ice pack holder. 

I hope this is the worse of the pain, because I read some many horror stories that I scared myself.  The nurse that gave me my sleepy drug was super sweet and calmed my nerves.  When I woke up in recovery I started crying and saying I want my husband, which actually sounded like: uhh wausnt muuyy hsuussbadddnd.  But the nurse told me I could not see him til I calmed down.  I was thinking I will calm down when I see my husband. 

He put me to bed, gave me medicine, fed me a frostie, and let me go to sleep!  I worried the whole time for nothing.

I hope its like this when I have babies!