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Thursday, 10 December 2009

Things I want to reply on Facebook statuses

...But know I should keep to myself:

-No, because you're stupid.
-Because you're stupid.
-That's disgusting.
- I don't care about your sex life.
-You're acting like a male. You're a female. This is disturbing me.
- NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE!!!
- You're stupid.
- Because you're lazy.
- Get over it.
- Stop whining.
- Seriously, get over it now.
- Dude, I'm not gonna text someone annoying as you are. Ever.
- NO. ONE. CARES.

And I keep these things to myself because 1. They're rude. 2. Most of the time I'm on a hormonal rage. 3. I'd just feel bad later.

Though, it's possible I wouldn't.

And I just keep in mind it's their business what they put in their status. And it's my business to bite my tongue and move on.

I'm sure it'll be better off for me in the long run. Haha.

Wednesday, 09 December 2009

Apparently, my dog is a werewolf.

Having this husky is more fun then I could have ever imagined. And no, it's NOT because he wants to play every second of his life. It's way more entertaining than that could ever be.

Yesterday, my sister decided she wanted to take him for a walk. The neighbor kids were sitting on the steps. The dog came out of the door first and they all screamed. I laughed. A lot. But it only gets better.

I heard the kids and my sister talking outside since the door to the balcony was open. One little girl said "The dog is evil! His eyes glow red!" then the dog looked at her and she started yelling "Don't look at me! Don't look at me!" And then at some point in the conversation she decided he was a werewolf.

So, then when my sister came in, I decided that we should call the dog the most famous werewolf's name we could think of really loud..."Jacob Black! Get in here!" Except, I guess they didn't know who Jacob Black was..so we took the whole werewolf thing a bit further.

They were looking at the dog up on the balcony. So at some point, my sister hid behind the wall and called the dog to her. Then stuck her hand in his mouth. He turned around to face the balcony and I hear a little girl scream "He's eating somebody's fingers!!" And then that's when I decided to call him to me and put ketchup on his face.

Totally. Worth. The. Reaction.

My mom says it was mean. I told her it's not my fault they gave me ammunition to work with.

I also have this plan to take the dog for a walk without Jacey. And when they ask "Where's the baby?" I'm gonna say he was hungry so he ate her.

But everyone says that's too mean. So, I guess I won't.

I GUESS I'll do the responsible thing and teach them not to be scared of him....in a little while. What? It's just too much fun.

Monday, 07 December 2009

The things I do for my husband...(pictures)

My husband has been looking online for a husky for a long time now. He's wanted one his whole life.

I love animals, but I really didn't want any right now. Heck we don't even have Caleb anymore because my mom wanted him so bad I went ahead and let her have him. I got tired of the whole potty training and shots thing. Shots get expensive! And it's really hard to take a pup out every hour when you have a toddler running around.

But, alas, my husband wanted a husky with a black top, white bottom and blue eyes for as long as he can remember. I agreed he could find one. Because well, if you knew how bad he wanted one you'd agree too. I thought for sure we were gonna have to spend 800 dollars on a puppy..because they're hard to find full grown.

First he went online to a place that adopts out only huskies. It even has a full profile on each dog. He filled out the application but never got a call back. So, after that I told him to go ahead and find a puppy.

Yesterday, he found his dog. And to my surprise, it wasn't a puppy..at least not a little bitty puppy that needs to be trained. The dog is one year old and is already leash broke, potty trained, good with kids and all that other good stuff. He's super playful and all the things Quincey likes in his dream dog.. shedding and all.(I personally would rather not have a dog that's as hyper as this one is...and the shedding! Ugh..)

So,Quincey called, and no more than 5 minutes later he had a call back. And that day we drove over an hour to go pick up his dog. The dog has papers and everything AND we didn't have to pay 800 dollars for him.

And now here I am sitting in the house with a (very gorgeous, I must admit) dog. He's well mannered which I can appreciate. He doesn't take food out of Jacey's hand...he at least waits til she holds her hand out and starts yelling eat eat a him. (She gets very upset when the doggy doesn't take her eat eat when she tells him to!).

Jacey loves him. They get along well. Even though he's hyper he doesn't jump all over her or anything like that. They share food and he licks her face about a million and one times and makes her laugh.

But to tell you the truth, I think my husband loves the dog even more than she does. Yesterday when I came to bed, he had the dog snuggled up next to him on my side of the bed! And laughed when he took my pillow. *AND* wasn't gonna make him move.

Sigh, I think I'm in the midst of a love triangle. And worst of all, it's one I agreed to.

Here is the little (hahaha) guy:

Poor dog. Apparently, I couldn't take a picture of him without cutting something off.

P.S. The title of this blog is hilarious to me now..HAHAHA.

Friday, 04 December 2009

"The problem was we had a house, and it had a thermostat"

I actually wasn't going to blog about this until my husband said "So how many blogs have you written about this?" And I said "None. But thanks for the idea!"
You see, it's winter time here in good ol' Texas. It's been getting down to about the 40s and 50s. Yes, I know that doesn't seem all that cold to northerners. I'm from Kansas, I know all about cold weather. BUT the cold here is different. I guess because of how close we are to the ocean. 40s and 50s feels a lot colder than it does up north.
Anyway, it's enough to make me grab a coat and some boots before I walk out the door, and STILL shiver. (Maybe, thats because, according to that last sentence, I only grab them and don't actually put them on. I do put them on though, really.)

My husband on the other hand, will walk outside with just a jacket. And refuses to let me put on the heater in the car. Or the house. Everyone is cold, except him. I have to put Jacey in feetie pajamas and pretty much leave her in them for the whole day or she might freeze to death.

If I turn on the heater, no more than 10 minutes later he turns it off. It doesn't even have the chance to get just a few degrees warmer. He thinks we're all crazy for being cold. He thinks this is perfect weather. I admit, I'd rather be in this weather than the scorching summer heat. I actually rather enjoy this cold weather. But it is by no means perfect weather.
So, everyday for the past x amount of weeks we've been going back and forth about having the heater on. Finally one night when we were laying in bed and I was shivering under the covers I said "OK that's IT! We are putting on the heater, and I don't care how "hot" you get. If you start complaining about being nauseated you can go outside! You're not freezing us out anymore! The only reason you're always so hot is because of your high blood pressure, so eat some vegetables and let's turn on the heat!"

And that day we made a compromise..one that'll actually stick. We get to put the heat on 68 (I want it on 74) and he gets to change his diet from eating just meat, cheese and bread to other things..that are ya know..actually good for him.
Well hey, it was better than the alternative. The conversation went something like this (it was all playful FYI)
Me: You can sleep at your parents during the winter months if you don't want the heater on.
Him: I'm the only one that makes enough money to pay the bills and you're kicking me out?
Me: It's ok. You can still pay the bills.

Thursday, 03 December 2009

Memories...(private journal entries)

I was looking through a journal I've had for like..5 years. (What can I say, I was bored in Oklahoma...) It's all on private or friends lock. I'm not even accepting new friends and haven't been for a long time now. There are some public entries, because at one point that journal was all public. But then I didn't want it to be anymore and there was NO way I was going back and setting all those to private. They were all mostly pointless teenager rambling anyway, so oh well.

Anyway, I'm posting some entries here that I found about Quincey. They're sweet! But I'm only posting 3 because well..I don't want to overload ya'll.
11/30/06
Its been so long since i've felt like....extremely happy about everything in my life.
Usually, i'm just like..ok..ya know?
Nothing spectacular.
But i'm like..idk..really happy.
Like its been way too long since someone else could make me happy.
I forgot how it feels.
A little part of me is like "shut up, you're so dumb. this is gonna end. you're gonna be alone again. you know that, right? you should know that. stop this."
But a major part of me wont give in at all. Because even if this is gonna end, even if i am gonna have to let this go, i dont care. Because i love it so much right now. And i know this is right.
I used to pray that god would only let me keep him if its right. And so far all we've done is get closer and closer and closer. I know this is right. And now i just thank god for him. And i pray not that i get to keep him if its right because i know it is. But that i'll get to keep him forever, no matter what. Because no matter what happens in my life, no matter what other guys i meet. I only want him. He's always there for me too. Its been sooooo long since i've had someone who genuinely cares. I know people like...care. But this is different. I havent let someone in my life like this since...and it was so hard for me to trust anyone again. But this time its natural and i cant help it. I dont even wanna help it. I'm glad for this, no matter what happens in the end.
2/05/07 (9 days before he purposed to me!!)
I'm way too attached but i dont hate myself for it anymore.
I'm just like "oh well". If this fails then..it fails.
But i just dont think it will anymore.
I'm pretty proud of my self accomplishments.
Those accomplishments i make without anyone knowing.
Those are my favorite.
Theres so much about me that no one knows, they think i'm perfectly ok.
And i am, but i have those little issues.
Just the commitment issues really.
But i'm over it now. I just dont care.
I'm ok risking it all.
I still have a little issue with opening up.
Talking about when something's wrong and what not.
I really have no problem saying when someone has made me mad.
But when i'm sad? I dont tell anyone whats wrong.
I guess cause to me being sad is a weakness.
No one knows how to handle it anyway.
But i know how to handle me when i'm sad.
I talk myself out of it.
It may take an hour or so, but i'll be ok eventually.
When i'm mad that takes like..5 mins to get over.
Sadness just runs deeper for me i guess.
Its a good thing i dont really ever get sad.
Idk i gotta figure out how to tell someone when i'm upset.
Its just not easy for me. And i do perfectly ok handling it myself anyway.
But someone else deserves that part of me. Someone else deserves to know everything.
Because he's apart of me too.
3/25/07
I could scream and it wouldnt make any difference.
Sometimes all i want to do is scream and rip things apart.
Ya know..throw a fit.
But instead i'm gonna go lay down and look at his sleeping face.
Maybe give him a little kiss and remember how very lucky i am.
Because i am, really.
And somehow, that calms me.
Even if he is the one that made me irritated in the first place.
I couldnt ask for anyone better.
And i know i could never find love from anyone else as strong as his.
I was totally right. I could never find a love like his. And I'm glad that I didn't pack up and run away like I did so many other times with other people. With him, I faced my fear of love. There was (and is) just something about him that made it so easy to let myself fall into it. I'm so happy I let myself go with the flow of it all, because if I didn't I doubt I'd have all the things that I have now: Love, the sweetest husband in the world, Jacey, and of course little Gideon who'll be joining us in the outside world soon enough.
Quincey is the best decision I've ever made.