Trailer Park Puppy.

I think most of you know, okay that’s a lie, like 5 of you know that Shia was born in a Trailer Park. I am actually pretty sure the people we bought her from stole her, and were trying to sell her just for some drug money. I have no proof of this at all. I just don’t know why she was sold to me so cheap. Anyway, one of the names we call shia is a trailer park puppy. Only because she burps LOUD after every meal, she pees in the tub, and she farts. Only saying that she wasn’t raised with the highest of manners, but one thing that is some how born into this puppy was her LOVE of water. She goes nuts for water, so Shia has a wonderful aunt, also known as my best friend, Ellen. Ellen brought over a trailer park pool yesterday. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen. Shia was so entertained, Ellen has a high class dog, Avery. Avery was not as amused with the pool as Shia. Ellen and I threw leaves in the pool and Shia would try and “dive”, which just means put her face under water looking for them. We also through her golf ball in the pool and she jump in trying to find it. After a while, even Avery started playing in the pool.

It’s summer. Puppies are playing in pools.

Have a great weekend!

I could have peed myself.

I only have a short story for you today, but it’s pretty intense so you might want to sit down. I had a LG Dr. Pepper for lunch, plus I have been working on my 10 oz NOS today as well, so needless to restate, but I will anyway, I have had a lot of liquids to contain today. I have probably had to pee at least once an hour with this contestant flow of liquid. Around 2pm I realized I was about to burst open, and got up to hit the bathrooms when the phone rings. I was on the phone for at least 15 minutes, as I was doing the dance under my desk. After the call ends I JUMP up and sprint to the bathroom. I was so excited when I was only one turn away. Then I make that turn and BAM! The bathrooms are closed. I even peak in and am shoo’d away. I am defeated, and slouch back to my office. About 10 minutes later I know this could possibly a million time worse than my first day incident.. so I decide to take and adventure and find a new bathroom. I’ve only been here 2 weeks, so thing are still new. I have to mention that the elevators are SO slow here. Seriously, and I don’t know where the stairs are.. I should find that out. Anyway, the middle elevator is the worst you could seriously drop a feather from the empire state building and it would hit the ground before you’ve made it down 1 floor on the elevator. I probably am not even exaggerating. I 

Of course, I am stuck on the middle elevator, making awkward small talk with a second thrid floor native, who made me stop for him. FINALLY I make it all the way down to the lobby, and am contemplating driving to a gas station to use their facilities. Then I notice a lady walking away with a “closed for cleaning” sign, and I do the potty hop across the hall and over to the bathroom and it’s OPEN! I have never been so excited to go into a stall in ALL my life!

After that, I used my magic badge, and made the trek back up stairs to my office.

Moral of the story… WHO CLOSES THE BATHROOM DURING OFFICE HOURS? That’s a disaster in the making.

Farrah grinds my gears.

I am sure some, OR most of you watch Teen Mom right? As you should know, it’s the final season of Teen Mom, the “cast” is Farrah, Maci, Catelyn and Amber. I really do like this series, mostly because it’s full of drama. However when I am watching it, I find myself being pretty judgmental. It’s a little hard not to be when they show Maci taking Bentley to swim lessons and trying to go to school and work, while they show Amber in rehab. It’s not hard to take sides. I side with the majority of Teen mom’s audience when I say:

I respect and admire Maci

I don’t think Amber will ever change, she’s awesome at blaming everyone else for her own problems.

Catelynn and Tyler are legit and made a good decision with adoption.

Now we will spend this post analyzing my utter hatred for Farrah.

Farrah… oh Farrah.

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For some reason I always think I have judges her to harshly when the season end. I always try and give her chances, that is what makes me so mad, she’s so good at proving me wrong time and time again. Mostly just when that one episode aired that her mom had hit her, I thought I needed to reevaluate how she was raised and why she acts like a spoiled brat, who will never have a friend. When you see how dysfunctional Farrah’s Parents Debra and Michael are with each other and her, you can see why Farrah is always going to be a disaster. She is stuck up, ungrateful, and has horrible communication issues. She can’t say thank you, expects everything to be handed to her, and when she TOLD her dad (she did not ask) that he was driving all her things to FL while she flew, I about lost it. Somehow I kept myself poised through that episode. Let me say this: I don’t think Farrah is a bad mom, from what I see. I do think that she will raise Sofia to act just like she does. Also Farrah throws tantrums as bad as Sofia does.

Anyway, this season Farrah has moved to Florida. I assume she is living off her parents money, because she only had a job for a minute and a half. Even when she was supposed to be separated from her parents she lived in their rental home, which was insanely nice. She didn’t have to pay rent, and still lived 100% off her parents. They watch Sofia more often then not. Now that she’s moved from their home, I still think that her parents must have bought all her furniture in Florida, because it’s not “college student”/“single, struggling mom” furniture right? Plus how is she affording tuition and housing and daycare? i am still betting on her parents money.

It wouldn’t drive me so batty that she lives off her parents if she didn’t do things like...

Farrah went into the pet store to buy a 10 CENT fish with (assumed) her mom’s credit card. She decided that instead she would walk out with a french bulldog. A FRENCH BULLDOG! French bulldogs are NOT cheap! Anywhere between $1500- $5000. They have tons of health problems like hip dysplasia, breathing disorders, cherry eye, and wrinkle infections. They require baths often and every night you must wash out their wrinkles with baby wipes. I know this because I have a bulldog. Mine is an english bulldog, but they’re very similar. I know this because more than anything I want a French Bulldog to join our family. I have been looking at them online and at rescues for the past year. I have insurance on my bulldog, because she gets hurt and needs extra care. I buy her special food, because bulldogs don’t digest well. Shia (my bulldog) is as much work as a child. Let me remind you of this FARRAH GAVE AWAY her last dog, because “it was hyper”. What makes her think she can take care of one of the most high maintenance breeds on the planet if she couldn’t put up with a hyper puppy? She never even got around to potty training the other dog, she just put diapers on it because she didn’t have time. Now her poor new dog has no idea the life it’s just been dealt. I highly doubt Farrah will keep this dog either, and it will probably end up with another “friend” or a family member. Can you tell I am worked up? I am getting steamy ears just thinking about that episode.

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I am a very passive person. I hate confrontation, but I think if I saw Farrah in real life, I’d have my first ever confrontation. Maybe even pull a little hair. We’re probably the same age, so it’s a fair fight. I just hate that she walked into that store for a FISH and came out with a FRENCH BULLDOG. She wanted a fish as she tells the worker, because she couldn’t handle her last dog. UGH! I seriously am about ready to head to FL and steal a frenchie.

Farrah grinds my gears.

What is 10 months?

IT IS TODAY! I tried to make that a jeopardy question. I guess I don’t watch jeopardy very much or I would know a little bit more about how to write a simple question. Anyway I just glanced over at my calendar and realized that today, not tomorrow, BUT TODAY! Jared and I have been married for 10 months. Even though it feels like 10 years. Not because it feels so long, but because I just don’t know what I was doing or who I was before I had Jared in my life. We met in 2008, and I don’t even know what happened before then… I guess high school, middle school, elementary and kindergarten.

Anyway I just wanted to take a quick moment and write down 10 unexpected things in the first 10 months of marriage.

1. -Jared and I will most likely never go to bed at the same time, and no matter how many blogs out there say this is bad. I don’t believe it.
2. - Just because you’re married, you do not really have to be domestic, and learn to cook.
3. - When you’re married, doing laundry for 2 is TWICE as much as before.
4. - It’s fine to stay at home on a Friday night.
5. - It’s not any less fun to hang out with your single friends.
6. - Not everyone smells good in the morning.
7. - It is INCREDIBLY awesome to have someone sit through the pain of doing taxes with you.
8. - When there are 2 of you, it’s way easier to have a messy room. EVEN more so with a big bulldog.
9. - Don’t read too much into what other people think makes up the perfect marriage, because every person is different SO every marriage will be different.
10. - When you have a husband, you have a partner in crime.

Just for kicks here is a number 11, your wedding won’t be the best day of your life. It may be one of them, but things just keep getting better.

Love you Jare Hound Pumpkin Brains!

I named my Kidney.

I have this weird thing I do. I create names for everything, most people name their dogs, and I also named my dog but on top of that I named my kidney. Usually when and organ or a thing become a pest is when they receive their names. On the other hand there are some objects like a car that I think everyone should name. I personally feel that if you name your car, you have a better bond and it is less likely to explode or implode while you’re casually driving along. Yes, I am also terrified of that really happening.

I named my kidney Ralph. Ralph got his name because one time in high school, I had a kidney infection, and I felt like when I was healing that I needed to let Ralph know that I really was taking all my antibiotics so he would heal. I needed to talk to him through the infection, or else he would have thought he was a goner.

I have a recurring stress cold sore. It’s really gross, I know, but when I get really stressed out OR when the weather drastically changes I get a cold sore. Same spot each time. I named him Lupert. When you have a hideous cold sore on your face there is nothing worse, because you can’t put make up on it, and you need to constantly put abreva on it, so not only are you NOT hiding it, you’re totally drawing attention to it. I decided to name Lupert and introduce him to my friends and family, that way when he hung out with us for 2 weeks. They’d be less disgusted to see he was still there. Now he is kind of like a relative from out of town.

Linus is my car. I named Linus, because as I stated before I am terrified he will magically explode, and so when I am driving home (no joke) I talk to him. We chat about traffic, sometime I am asking if he has a flat tire or if it’s just the road. It took a while for me to trust Linus, since my last vehicle Vern let his tire fly off on the freeway, Vern and I had a really shaky relationship after that. So much so, that I had to sell him.

I named my stomach Otis. I have tons of stomach issues including horrible cramping, so now I can sit there while I’m up at night with stomach pains, and just let Otis know I’m awake too, he’s not the only one affected. Sometimes I just smother Otis with a heating pad, and punch him. I really do actually reprimand my stomach, by squeezing him. Not punching, but he needs to know it’s not cool.

I have several other object/ organs that I have named. I once had a friend tell me that he thought we could have a whole conversation with things I have named, and it would sound like code. It kind of is code I guess? What about you guys? Do you name your kidneys?

Dear eyeballs..

Can I just say I am glad this week is over.. well okay I still have like 5 1/2 hours left at work, but basically it’s over. This week I started my new job here, and it’s been challenging. I went to the same place and had a very set routine for the past 4 years. So to jump into a new job and have new responsibilities, and lots to learn it’s very overwhelming. I am catching on fast, and REALLY enjoy everyone that I work with.

Loud Alarm,

Why must you really go off an hour earlier than you used to? I know that I set you, and made you do this. It still isn’t fair though. Stop singing at me.

Sleepy Jared,

Now you get to sleep an hour later than me. This really make me resent you a little bit. You know how much I enjoy sleeping don’t you?! You lay there all cuddled up with Shia and it kills me. It’s really hard to crawl out of bed all alone.

Saggy eyelids,

I am sick of you being so heavy. You need to go and work out, so that I don’t feel like you’re covering my entire eye ball all day long.

Training Tonya,

Thanks for training me, also thank you for having a baby so I could take over. I was just wondering if you’d want to come back after having the baby, because I really like working with you and I think most people like to work right after they have their first baby. :)

Tasty Doctor,

I love when I open my fridge and see a nice cold Dr. Pepper hanging out in there. My most favorite drink of them all. You make my mornings far less dreary.

Hot Hot Heating Pad,

I think I am addicted to you. Sometimes I fall asleep with you on my belly or back, and then when you automatically turn off, I instantly wake up. Now even when my Otis (tummy’s name) doesn’t hurt I still like to sleep with you. It’s probably one of those episodes of “strange addiction” all over again.

Sweet weekend,

I cannot wait to jump inside of you. I need you.

Sad twitter,

I am going to be better at tweeting next week, I really promise.

Commentaries on yesterdays post,

I am not an Ogre. Well only sometimes. I did really clip my toe nails today, because I was embarrassed of the photos that are now publicly displayed all over the world wide web. I didn’t get a chance to repaint the devils toe nails yet though. no more judgments please.

Sincerely,

Messy Miki

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Devil Toe Nails.

I realized today that I may not be taking care of myself very well. I wash my face and brush my teeth, but apparently I am behind on clipping my toe nails. I came to this epiphany when today I was itching my foot and my toe nail grazed my finger and sliced me wide open. That may be a slight exaggeration, but what fun is life if you don’t live it exaggerate? Usually when I get to work or anywhere the FIRST thing I do is take off my shoes. I love shoes, and love buying them but I hate wearing them. I like to be all natural for the ankle down.

So I took off my shoes, like any right minded person would, then I proceed to itch my feet. BAM! OUCH! Toe nail cut.

That’s it! I am going to sue someone. I didn’t deserve this.

Maybe I’ll sue the toe nail maker, because I painted my toe nails like a month ago and I feel like that’s enough upkeep. I actually am a little embarrassed to post this below photo, because now looking at my toe nails all enlarges on the screen… I kind of look like I’ve been traveling shoeless in the 100 acre woods.

Now what am I going to do?? Wear shoes and NOT itch my feet?!?! PREPOSTEROUS!

Guess I’ll clip my toe nails. Blasphemy.

Bestie in a Vestie.

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES!

Tonight is my bestie in a vestie’s birthday. I wish that term meant something much cooler, but it basically is just derived from both of us wearing vests. Ellen has been my friend since 5th grade. I don’t really keep friends for a long time (I’ve had 2 lifelong), so it’s a miracle Ellen still puts up with me. Ellen and I were kind of attached at the hip for 4 years straight. We dated best friends, we pretended we were lesbian’s to get males off our back, we’ve always been there for each other. She and my husband are pretty much besties now, definitely not besties in vesties, but they are pals. Thank heavens, I don’t know how I’d survive without either of them.

Ellen Openshaw

Ellen

Eope

Elliki

I LOVE YOU! I can’t wait to get off work and come celebrate. Even though you think cake is gross… love you!

{This is a photo montage of Ellen and I, so just sing your best 80's tune while scrolling through the photos.}

Mechanics are shady.

Okay. Not all mechanics are shady, but most of them. I have one shop that I always go to. It’s the shop that my dad went to, and all my brothers go to. It’s just our place. That is the only place I feel safe. Anywhere I go, I have a sneaking suspicion that I am getting ripped off. I think this started when I went to get an oil change a few years ago, and it said $30 on the sign. I confirmed the cost (I probably was making minimum wage, working part time and in high school). So they took my car into the shady shop, and do shady things to it. They come out 20 minutes later and ring me up for almost $100!

I was so angry. They “changed” a few filters, replaces all my fluids, and whatever else they always try and sell you on. I told them I didn’t ask for any of it and I wasn’t paying for it. I seriously sat in the shop for about 30 minutes arguing with this shady dude. Arguing is huge for me, usually I will pay extra just to not deal with confrontation. I am so meek and shy when it comes to strangers. ESPECIALLY when they are in an industry I know nothing about.

The end of the story is that I ended up calling my dad to come down, they heard the call and immediately told me they would only charge for the oil change. Luckily my dad didn’t have to come down and bust some balls. However, this experience had made me very weary of going to get anything done for my car. I am pretty sure everywhere that I go I am going to get ripped off.

I am telling you all of this, because I desperately need an oil change.

First Day Horror Story

Today I started my new job.

Here’s my only horror story from my first day at the office: I had to be there at 8am, and I am HORRIBLE at waking up. So I made sure to go to bed early last night, so I could be alert at 8am when I am supposed to be at work. So this morning I am quietly getting ready, as Jared and Shia snooze their brains out. They didn’t even want to wake up and celebrate my first day with cake or something equally sugary.

Anyway, I leave right on time and get to the office with 3 minutes to spare. I work on the 4th floor, and there is an elevator to get up there. However, to get to any floor you need a specific badge. I thought you just needed a badge to get on the elevator, not choose a floor. So I get on the elevator, and I had like 3 bags in my hand, my phone, my purse and my keys. I ask the guy, if he will push “4” for me. He is like you need a badge. I thought he was just being an unneeded jerk. I explain to him it’s my first day, and they’re supposed to have my badge ready at the office. He just repeats “you need a badge”. I was like okay jerk. So we are on the 2nd floor and I realize I can’t push 4, so I go ask the 2nd floor secretary if she has a magical badge that can get me up to the 4th floor. She seriously looked at me like I was going to destroy her life by asking this. She kind of whispered, and was like no, you need to go back down. I was already in the middle of my “it's my first day” story, and she just keeps saying louder and louder. You need to go back down the elevator. Apparently you don’t need a magic badge to go down. So I go back down the elevator and go to the main lobby. No one is there. The office building is just starting to fill up. I call the only phone number I have for my new company and it goes to voicemail. Its like 20 after at this point, and I am starting to freak out thinking my new employer will think I am just this late on my first day. I tote all my luggage (laptop, iPad, purse, and other new office crap) out to my car and call Jared. I am kind of in panic mode at this point, and really just want to drive home and crawl back into bed. Wake up again and start all over. A random number calls me after I sit and vent to Jared, and I answer. It’s my new boss. He tells me, he’s sorry and he will meet me at the lobby. I decide to play it cool and not bring in all my luggage this time. I get inside, and don’t see him. I sit in the way too big lobby chairs, and just sit. I was thinking, “Isn’t he supposed to be in here?” So after about 5 minutes, I call the random number back and hear his voice somewhere in the ginormous lobby, “Hello?” I replied, “I hear you, but don’t see you”. He had been sitting on the other side of the lobby (separated by elevators). I was relieved to see him. I was ready to go UP to the 4th floor. Finally, he hands me my magic badge, and I’m official. I can go UP the elevator now, not just down!

Other than that my first day was really awesome. I was just training, and learning from the girl that I am replacing. I wish she was staying, because she and I really vibed well. But if she were staying, I wouldn’t have this job, so I guess I don’t wish that.

I can already tell this week is going to be crazy. I am learning so much, and trying to soak it all in. I am sure I will be asking all my new coworkers a million questions, but they don’t mind. I already made sure of that today! I think that after this week, my life will calm down. I am hoping I will be able to nail down a new schedule with my new job, where I can get back into a routine of blogging. I feel like I have been a mess lately and my brain is all over the place! Maybe I will have to start scheduling posts (ha! me plan ahead?)... We will see.

Anyway, please don’t hate that I have been so absent from everywhere EXCEPT twitter :)

I haven’t opened my bloglovin’ in a week, and I want to so badly. I just seriously need some time to figure out my new schedule, and get settled in my new life.

Wish me luck and NO horror stories for my second day!

Dun Dun Daddy!

I wanted to write and ode to my faja (that means father, in Austin Powers language).

I have one photo that describes my dad.

Now let me describe this photo to you, so you understand my dad a bit more. In this photo, it was my little brother, Christiaan's, birthday (pictured in the gestures hat). We were out at braza grill. A pretty nice restaurant to celebrate, they had just brought my little brother his birthday cupcake, and sang to him. It's one of those places that give you the ridiculous hat just to further embarrassment. The waiters left the table (and the hat) after singing a beautiful birthday song. My dad has this knack for doing crazy, unexpected things. Christiaan hasn't even had a chance to huff and puff and blow the candle out, because it's only been on the table for 30 seconds. My dad gracefully grabs the candle, holds it up to my brothers face and the little poof ball on the gestures hat went up in flames.

I recognized the look in my dad's eye, andI knew something awesome was about to happen, so I had my camera ready. My dad look likes a demon, because the whole thing happened SO fast! The hat was only in flames for a few seconds, before Jared (my smart husband) slammed the fuzzy ball which was now an open flamed fire against Christiaan’s head to put it out, before his entire head was a roasted marshmallow.

If it’s not clear by now. My dad is awesome, unpredictable, exciting and he is ALWAYS the life of the party. He is a maniac, who I don't think will ever grow out of his "wild child" phase. He's always trying to out due anyone at ANYTHING. He continues to master backflips on the wakeboard, somehow he talks my mom into letting him jump over her on the board, he will take an army of men on at paintballing, cliff diving, dirt biking, engine building. Seriously, you name it and my dad will do it. 

My dad is a manly social butterfly and I don’t think he’s ever had one enemy his entire life. Everyone who meets him loves him. My friends usually are more excited to talk to my dad, and hang out with him then me. I understand why though, I've never lit my brother's head on fire. My dad is always positive, and happy. Especially when he is hanging out with his weiner dogs, or his ginormous salt water tank. He even names all his fish. Okay, maybe I help name the. I don’t think my dad will ever grow up, and I hope he doesn’t. What’s the fun in being a grown up?? I look up to my dad a lot! I always have hoped that I turn out like him, and I try to take note of everything he does, so I can do it too. Except the chronic back problems.. ;) Now that I won’t be working with him, I really am going to miss seeing him every day, hanging out with him on our lunch breaks, driving him to get his truck fixed every other day, bonding over breaking bad and hearing his stories which are probably as embellished as mine.

I love my dad. The only time that we don’t get along is in the morning. He is a morning person, and is WAY too happy in the mornings. I am a night person, and prefer no one talks to me before 10am at least.

I love you dad! Happy Father’s day!

Blog life VS Real Life

I have actually been really excited to do this link-up. I am glad that I was reminded about it, because I read the post last week but may have also completely forgot about it, until 3 minutes ago, when Punky told me to check out Emily’s blog. So here I am, not sleeping at 3 am, but instead writing a post about my blog friends. Can I tell a story real fast? Thanks. My IRL friend (sometimes I feel sad that I have to state when my friends are real or cyber), anyway my IRL friend Ellen and I were talking about how we never have been they type that has many girl friends. She and I have been friends since we were like in 5th grade, right? But we’ve never had a big group of girl friends, like many girls do. It was usually just us 2, and then every now and again some others would join and fall away. So she was telling me she made some new girl friends and she wanted us all to hang out. I was immediately jealous that she has started to find more girl friends. She replied with, well you have all your blog friends! In my head I probably cried a little bit, because it’s true. Blogging definitely opens up really wonderful lines of communications and blossoming friendships.

Do you have any real life blog friends?

Only recently! I have a lot of friends who try and start blogs, and then they post like once a year or they post 3 times and forget about the blog. So I was really excited when Kjerstin made a blog and then started to get passionate about it. She and I have been friends since we were in 5th grade. She moved in down the street from me, and we clicked. We stayed friends all growing up, and then she moved away for college. It was a hard adjustment to no longer have her a 2 minute walk away. We never lost touch, but it was harder to stay in touch. It took a lot more effort. It’s fun to have her in blogging land, because now we are talking daily indirectly through our blogs. Plus we text each other about fun giveaways or when we need help with a blog question. It’s really awesome to share a passion with an IRL friend. Love you Kjerst!

Which bloggers are you just dying to meet?

There is a list. I feel like if I go in too much depth in this question it may ruin some other questions. Every single blogger that I am about to list below are bloggers that I am dying to meet. I sometimes with there was like a fun bus, where I could just hop on and over the next few weeks hit up all my favorite bloggers home towns. We could go out on the town and make fools of ourselves. Why can’t our entire lives revolve around blogging?!

Which bloggers closet are you dying to raid?

Anica. Seriously. She has this perfect style, she can match vintage with modern and everything in between. She does these fashion posts, where she makes her own outfits using some program I assume. I am so impressed every time. It’s not just like hey this is what’s on my pinterest board, it’s like HEY this is me, and I’m freaking awesome, and I should be a luxury brand consultant (he he bachelorette joke). I’ve told Anica this before, but she definitely needs to move to New York and make millions of dollars with her own clothing line. Now that I say that, I don’t think that I’ve told her that before. Also she linked up with me yesterday with the “what’s in your closet?” and it testifies to what I’ve been preaching. Feel free to check out her video, and see what I mean.

You are stuck on an island, which bloggers are there to help you survive?

I imagine that Emily, Kayla and I would have been on a cruise together. Our boat hits a ginormous piece of coral and smashes the boat to pieces. Luckily the 3 of us made it to this gorgeous island that has no civilization. Everyone else on the ship didn’t make it. Horrible tragedy. So anyway, Kayla is there because she said she can fish and we are definitely going to need food to survive. Plus she’s really positive, so when Emily and I are deciding which one of us is going to have the be eaten first, then Kayla would be the problem solver. I just get that vibe from her. Plus she’s got the will to live, because she has a puppy waiting of her at home. Emily also has the will to live, because she has a cat at home. Emily is going to be a resource because she has travelled lots. Lived in quite a few places, and I think that means she will know how to live outside her comfort zone. I will contribute, by gathering wood. I am so good at that. Then we could have fires. I am also a superb cuddler. Which means at night I will keep you both warm. I call middle! (This is also why Dusty is not coming on my island to help me survive)

The first blogger you remember meeting and connection with?

This is kind of a hard one for me. I usually only really follow closely with the blogs, that I feel a connection to the writer. I assume everyone does that, so I could put every blog in my reader in this category. But to narrow it down let me say that TJ is the first “known” blogger that took an interest in my little blog when I only had about 30 followers, she was the first blogger that introduced me to the blogging community. After using her as my guide, I started to understand blogging and get more of a grasp on things. So when she kept reading along, then I felt like I had blog worth reading!

Any bloggers you admire and look up to?

I really admire Lindsey. I think that she has a great blog balance. It seems like her sots are very versatile and I enjoy reading them. I also think the more I learn about her the more I would really like to pick her brain apart. She’s a very intriguing writer.

Who is the craziest or funniest blogger?

Dusty. No matter what Dusty posts, I promise it will make me laugh uncontrollably. She has such a way with words like “hot snot” “rooster bitch” and i think the first time I knew I was going to love her, was her post about hemorrhoids. I was at work, and was kind of off task reading some blogs. I started to read that post, and was making the most awkward noises trying to hold in the laughs that wanted to belt out of my body from her writing. She is one of those writers, who could write about nothing. Like seriously she could write about something as boring as being stuck in traffic, and you’d be glued to your screen wanting her to write more and more.

There is a reality TV show for bloggers, who do you want to be casted with?

PUNKY! I was saving this one for you my sweet love. Instead of ‘JWOWW and SNOOKI best friends forever’ it would be “PUNKY and MIKI long lost devil embryo’s that are now best friends forever’. We can work on the title, but I am pretty sure the show would be a hit. It would consist of us wearing outrageous clothing, because we both have things like your bumble bee shirt and my bulldog shirt. Then we’d get all hopped up on Capri-Suns and Gushers, go out to bars dance like hooligans. I really think that we should look into this idea. Just to be clear though, Punky and I are seriously matching embryos that got separated in heaven (or hell). I am still working on a theory where babies come from hell. We will talk about this later. I almost died of Vertigo, and Punky was dizzy that week. I mean hello, and if that’s not enough for you. We have the SAME bedding set! Bought at two Bed, Bath and Beyond’s miles and miles and MILES apart. Anyway, it would be a really great reality TV show. Also I love Punky because this texting convo is at 3:51 AM.. girl after my own heart.

A blogger you would like to swap careers with?

Yes. Kathryn gave up the whole corporate America life and her and her husband started a farm! Seriously, like the sell eggs. I think I might die from all the manual labor that comes along with being a farmer, but mostly I could put up with it because she gets to hang out with animals all day long. All DAY! She gets to kiss pigs. What a dream come true.

Favorite blog design?

Kristin at confessins of a GDS, when I started to re-design my own blog a few weeks ago , I had a whole pinboard full of blog designs that I liked to use for inspiration. When I opened photoshop and got down to it, I kept coming back to Kristin’s site. I really think her site is full of great fonts, color schemes, and all over very visually appealing. She is a graphic design student and I think she picked the degree :)

BAM! If I left you out, it was only because the exact right questions wasn't asked, and it's neither of our faults. A good link-up ladies, props to you! Join the fun!

What's in your closet??!

Today is the best day in all of June! I am not joking! Sorry to all of you that have birthdays, and maybe like babies that are due, but none of your days will compare to this incredibly awesome link-up that my co-hosts and I have been planning very meticulously for weeks! Okay mostly like one week. This idea was born when we were very secretively planning through the streams of twitter, that we all wanted to host a link up together. Then we decided we all wanted to embarrass one another, AND THEN we decided yes definitely let’s do a vlog and totally lets check out our closets.

So my friends. Picture me in my viking attire… then I growl out you:

“What’s in your closet?!”

Take a peek inside my closet!

Just so you are aware. I chose the thumbnail that made me look the most like a complete whack job. I am into that kind of thing. Ya know... whack jobs. Okay it's late as I'm typing this if you can't tell my sense of humor is triggered easily. I am aware that if you are still on the page at this point in time then you can't get enough of this closet tour link up can you? The good news is I have my co-hosts that you can check out {beautiful buttons below}
AND you can link up with us for the next 7 days! So get yo' butts home, get in your closets and start filming. That's an order.

{Emily}

{Kjerstin}

 

{Punky}

{Justyn}

{Jazmine}

If you do choose to make the commitment to me and my fellow co-hosts, I will buy you a diamond ring. Yeah buddy! Only if you put this button on your linking up to the post with your closet video in it! This is going to be great. I can feel it.

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Domesticated.

So as you all should know from my announcement yesterday, I am working on getting a new job. I interviewed for one today, and I felt very confident. The company was fun and it was exciting to be thinking about embarking on a new adventure in my life!

Anyway, since this is my last week at my job. We have been dwindling my work load, and so it’s going to be a slow, sad week full of goodbyes. On the positive side, today after my interview I came home and have been very domestic. I cleaned the kitchen, INCLUDING all the dishes, and then I started our master load of laundry. Jared and I accumulate so much laundry that it isn’t event funny. I can’t understand how between the two of us there is that much laundry. Seriously. I mean I usually wear my shirts a few times, and my pants a million times before I wash them. Unless I am sweaty and rolling in dirt then usually I will wash them. It’s a pretty good system. BUT Jared washes his shirts AND undershirts every freaking time he wears them. Plus the sock, ohhh the socks, there are like 2 thousand million gajillion socks. I roll my socks together, Jared just like lays them on top of one another, so we have like a huge ginormo stack of socks.

That is only HALF our laundry, that I am trying to tackle today.

To top off all my domestication, I also feel like I need to make some dinner. I usually don’t cook AT ALL, but it’s been that kind of week. We’ve made chicken and rice, steak and potatoes, corn and chicken, steak and pasta, ARTICHOKES! So anyway, I guess being home does that to you. Makes you a house cat, or a house dog. Just a domestic creature. What should I make for dinner?

P.S. If you haven’t tried that Famous Dave’s sauce, it’s a must. It’s so good!

P.S. DONT FORGET our Vlog link-up goes live tomorrow. Where we are all showing off what is inside our closets! Make your video tonight, and link-up. It's going to be tons of fun! I was already sharing with Justyn our videos are freaking hilarious. I can't wait to see what is inside your closet!

Big News!

Hello!

Here it goes, the news you’ve all been dying to hear since you read that title: I am leaving my job of 4 years this Friday. I am excited and I am nervous. I love my current company, but I am ready for a new adventure. My company now is extremely small, which kind of means that I signed on for a job working long hour, lots of stress and not very much pay. I love every single person I work with, and it’s been a whirl wind of a ride. I just know that it’s a good time for me to look for something new. My current job has given me and taught me so many skills! It’s kind of funny to look at my last resume, and my new one. Woah, how time really does change a person.

I am one of those people who always welcomes change, and it was just a good time for some good change in my life! I know that most people will think I am crazy, because it’s “hard” to find a job right now. In Northern Utah there are an abundance of jobs. I already have 2 I am really excited about the potential, and if my top 2 don’t work out then I have a fall back plan as there are only 7,000 receptionist positions open, I can do that until I can grab that job I really want! I also really believe in Karma, and I feel like picking up other dogs poop while walking my dog is like ultimate karma, so I have lots of good vibes ready to hit me in the face. A good hit though. Nothing serious!

The only part I am nervous about is interviews. I am usually really good at interviewing, but I haven’t done it in 4 years! That is a long time, so if you have any tips, let me know. Also, do you guys like this design for my resume?

Just because it's Friday!

I think I have mastered this Friday link-up business. I have only done it twice before, but I’m pretty sure I am a self proclaimed expert. If any of you want to proclaim that for me, it would be really appreciated. I am party hopping’ today, I have found 2 of the best parties to go to and even though it’s only 11:30am, I am going to crash both parties. Today is a MASTER MIX of Ashley {Friday’s letters} and Aunie {Just Because}

With out further a due (is that even how it’s spelled?) Do you all at least know what I am trying to say?

Ellen,

IF YOU EVER even think about leaving me again for a month, where I cannot text you about every insanely important thing about my day, or call you to tell you there's traffic and I'm bored.. Just remember how awful that idea was - next time you get a crazy idea. I get it.. I’m sure Italy was gorgeous, and it was an experience of a lifetime, and I’m sure it was good for you. This is about me though, it was totally uncool and disrespectful! But absence does make the heart grow fonder, I peed a little yesterday when I finally saw you. 

Jared,

Yesterday, Ellen was a horrible influence on me. She practically dragged me into nordstroms rack and MADE me try on everything that she knew I loved. Of course, I had to buy it all. Which was a lot of shopping - but no stress they are all grade A items. But then BUT THEN when I get home and tell you that I have the perfect outfit for your company BBQ tonight, and try it on for you. You tell me ehhhh... which totally means no, and you hate it, obviously! The NERVE! I work really hard, kind of, on trying to be a hot wife, some eye candy even. I find the perfect mullet skirt and lace top, and you prefer tight jeans and a low cut shirt? Your male mind disgusts me. Can’t you appreciate my perfect pinterest matching shopping skills? Thanks to you. I will probably be wearing tight jeans and be giving out cleavage shots tonight, because I want you to be excited to make out with me after.

Shia,

Hi. It’s your mom (I let you out to pee at 3am last night - learn to hold your  bladder, you're almost TWO). Last night you were incredibly hyper. What’s up with you having more energy than a jack russell? You are a bull dog remember? The lazy lumps that sit around all day and fart? We specifically chose you to join our family, because we’re lazy and you are too.. NOT. I am more active now, then ever before. I have to take you on LONG walks to expense your energy. Uncool. I know all the pictures I have of you are while you’re sleeping, but that’s because that is literally the only time you’re not bouncing off the walls, floors, or any solid mass. OH and what’s up with you climbing on the chair  and putting your paws on the table to eat my left over pizza the other day? Who taught you that? Totally unacceptable! But I kind of felt like anchorman, I wasn't as much disappointed as totally impressed. Way to go! Don’t tell your dad.

I was trying to tame my beast, the choke hold.

Lake Powell,

I cannot wait to jump inside your wet body mass.

Babies,

I know that I already explained all of you are insanely creepy. Don’t get offended by this. I  mean it as a general statement. Not just one of you, ALL OF YOU. But hey... I was a baby one time. I also had creepy baby fingers as shown below. I didn’t have your bug eyes (just a lazy one), and your freaky cone heads. You’re on your own there.

Jared again,

Seriously though.. You don’t like that skirt? I look really cute in it.

Ellen again,

What’s up with Jared not like our matching skirts we bought?

P.S. Who buys matching outfits when you’re almost 22?

Vertigo,

Suck it HARD. I’m over you.

The lovely ladies that don't know I am here to crash their parties.