2.11.2013

things

These are random thoughts running through my mind.

(Hey new iPhone, thanks for being awesome and making self portraits easier with the front facing camera!)

We have officially been TN residents for over a month now and I couldn't be happier. My only issue is having 2 measly days of snow. Now that I'm aware of what TN is capable of, I don't understand why we can't have that more often.

Speaking of curtains (just go with it.) Our living room is my favorite place. I'm so proud of how the decorations have come together. There's just one thing missing...curtains. It drives me crazy. Not only are most curtains expensive, there are so many choices! I want these curtains to make a statement in my living room. Oh, the troubles.

I have come to the realization that I am about as domestic as a toddler. Scratch that. I think the preschoolers can make yummier meals and play house on the playground better than me. I wish I had the skills to sew like crazy. Then I could make my own curtains and not have to buy many clothes. And then there's cooking. Don't even get me started. I have about 3 things I can successfully make. Chili, scrambled eggs, and brownies. That's it. Truly, for real, not joking...that's it. Poor Husband, I have completely failed as a wife in those areas. Going grocery shopping intimidates me. What are the main things every house needs? I don't know! How do you go grocery shopping when you don't know what you need? Are you supposed to have tons of recipes memorized so you automatically does on the list? Clearly I need help. I need a grocery fairy. And a cooking fairy. And throw in some money while you're at it.

I want to lose weight. I want to work out. I want to eat healthy. Yet, I'm so overwhelmed I do nothing and feel miserable. 

I think I want to dye my hair red.

Valentines day is coming up and I am kind of dreading it. I become this crazy hopeless romantic when it comes to gift giving and receiving. I imagine these wonderful, romantic, unattainable gifts that inevitably let me down when I receive or give to others. I need to realize every present, big or small, is special and thoughtful. I also need to calm my imagination down. Most people truly just want to know you thought of them. I feel as thought I have to prove my love for them in crazy big ways, therefore I expect the same. It's not a good habit. I'm working on that.

I hate doing laundry. No, more than hate. I loathe. Super loathe. I'd rather get rid of all my clothes and keep 7 outfits to rotate. Hmm, maybe.

Confession: I watch The Bachelor. There, said it. If you also watch this trainwreck of a show and don't know why, visit Alycia at (The Crowley Party) She has the funniest recaps of all the episodes. She gets it. She gets me.

I miss having my brother nearby. He is truly one of my best friends. Even though he is younger than me, he is a worthy role model in my life. No one can make me laugh like him, or get me angry like him. I was spoiled these last few years to have him live in the same city. Now, I miss him like crazy. We still talk almost every day via Facebook and texting (most of our conversations are about new YouTube videos and Downton Abbey.) It's just not the same. I love you, Brother!

Now I feel all sappy. Stupid.

Well, I guess I'll sign off here and scope Pinterest for an hour, searching for motivation to do something more with my life...

2.10.2013

"Sunday morning rain is falling..."

Few things are better than some Sunday rain.




And having Maroon5's voice stuck in your head all day isn't so bad either.

Happy Sunday to all!

2.04.2013

mini messages


Dear Husband, 
I hope you had a fantastic brithday. Minus the mishap with the chocolate chip pancakes (again, why are they so hard to make?) You were to sweet to smile and eat them anyway. And when we went bowling, the girls totally decided to let the boys win, since it was your birthday...love you!

Dear Tennessee, 
You have made this girl very, very happy. Waking up to snow two days in a row? Thank you! You'd think I never lived in snow before, but I have. I just really love snow.

Dear Downton Abbey,
I love/hate you. Don't you understand that we can't watch your show through endless tears?! Lay off a little, geeze.

Dear Me,
I'm so proud of you for being off of soda's for over 2 months and off of caffeine completely for a week. You deserve a special treat. (Yes, I did write a message to myself.)

Dear diybride.com,
I feel so honored that my wedding has graced your pages. To see the sweet post, click (here.)


Happy Monday!

2.01.2013

it snowed last night and we have a birthday boy!


I was falling asleep last night, 
doing my daily bedtime routine,
skimming through instagram one last time, 
when it happened.
I saw a friend's picture of snow in a nearby city.
I quickly checked my phone weather app
and once I saw the snowflake symbol,
I freaked.
The distance between my bed and the front door is about 20 big steps.
It took me 2.

Our front yard was covered and huge snowflakes kept coming down.
My first official snow as a Tennessee-en.
There something so peaceful about snow falling.
Especially at night.

I ran back inside, screaming for Brandon to hurry and come look.
He was in the shower and I couldn't wait for him.
I put on my rainboots and jacket 
(The first trip outside was a little uncomfortable being barefoot in my pajama shorts and shirts)
and ran back outside to instagram every moment.
(It's what you have to do, right?)
After an hour or so and after much coaxing from Husband, 
I finally came back inside and prayed it would last until morning.


I woke up and happily noticed that it stayed all night.
I'd like to think it's just for me, but since it's Husband's birthday,
I'll say it's all for him.
Oh yeah, it's Brandon's birthday!
Happy 28th, Handsome.
To celebrate, I got up extra early to make him a birthday breakfast.
(And to play in the snow...)
Chocolate chip pancakes (why are pancakes so hard to make?)
Cheesy eggs.
Bacon.
Tonight, we are eating out with some super awesome friends
and I cannot wait to spend the day being extra sweet and thankful 
for my hottie of a man.


That last picture cracks me up. 
Whenever Husband and I try to snuggle, Bailee has to squeeze in.
Every. Single. Time.