Hoarder?

So am I hoarder? You tell me... my purse always is full to the brim, (I still have a receipt from two years ago.. I purchased a $150 purse for $26 and kept this momento so I could beam from time to time) as is my refrigerator. When I need sour cream, I buy another one without checking to see if there is one in the fridge. Laziness? Being cautious while shopping to solidify this important ingredient? When I'm on the computer I always have at least 5 + tabs open. Then the computer asks me if I want to close all tabs. Well, no I don't or else I would make that decision. All my email accounts are full, I've received emails about my emails. (Okay tech person, I think you are just making my problem worse, and my box fuller). I think in a sense I am, but do I have sour cream containers from four years ago, no. I think by starting a blog I'm helping my hoarding habits because I can't receive an email through blog, just comments. :)

The Do's and Don't of Summer

As summer draws to a close, there is such a conglomeration of ideas in my mind about what to do, and what NOT to do. Here is a fun mix of things that happened to me or around me this summer:

1. DO tell me that your dog is a mix between a poodle and a shiatsu as I immaturely ask for all combinations of how to pronounce that breed correctly. Either way is hysterical.

2. Do NOT sneeze while taking various types of tests in the bathroom; I'll leave it at that.

3. DO begin yoga at a local studio or use an 80's DVD to make it not as intimidating. Hey even if your poses don't look as good, you know your spandex outfit is hipper.

4. Do NOT take your dog to the vet and claim their only ailment is "feeling sad." For some reason, the vet I went to did not consider this a valid concern. Needless to say, I switched vets until I found someone who could psychoanalyze my pooch. (Kidding about the last part, unfortunately serious about the first).

5. DO set goals for yourself and check them as you complete them. Take risks, you only live once!

Ecclesiastes 4:9

So, as you can see from the picture of my husband and I via this page, we are super tan, in shape, and love the beach look. Besides the physicalities of our relationship, I'm finding out more and more about him each day. His quarks and my randomness make for one crazy household (can't wait to see the offspring in the future, and no, that doesn't mean I'm preggers). These are a few things about the man who said yes to this crazy blonde and who I am madly in love with......
1. Instead of using the timer on the oven, he prefers his Nike watch. He likes to have the time accessible as he moves around the house, rather than bother to go in the kitchen. Now, if we had a mansion, understandable, but you can sprint from one side of our house to the other in 1.2 seconds, but I love it regardless.
2. Each morning I find change and 2 screws on the table (I think you could insert a "That's what she said" here, but it may be a stretch). He buys people water at work, and has to move license plates around on cars, even though I wish it was something more exciting. I didn't realize this when we first got married and had a ball trying to figure out what he was buying and taking apart.
3. He has started to refer to our dog Bella, as Bella bambino baby, my nickname for her. Sometimes I'll catch him using a high-pitched voice which makes me proud.
4. My definition of filling up the Brita is enough water to cover the bottom. I messily splash water on the top, not bothering to wipe it off. He makes sure it is always full and neatly wiped before putting it in the fridge.
5. I pack him the same thing everyday for lunch, and I mean EVERYDAY. 2 PBJ's, 2 granola bars. BORING to the max. I'll try to spice it up by using crunchy pb or putting one granola bar and a few twizzlers. Sometimes, I'll put tons of jelly so it's oozing off the sides. He kindly reminds me he wants his sandwiches and granola bars, that's it. To make it fun to some extent, I now time myself when making lunches, I mean how else can you make that borefest lunch more exciting? One more note, he uses separate knives as not to mix the pb&j,if he packs his own, I use one. So far, he doesn't notice that one, or is too nice to say. :)

It's A Dinglehopper

So many moons ago my friend and I were living it up at Mad Mex not only enjoying the burritos and bottomless chips y salsa, but also the delish margaritas ( 3 22 ouncers to be exact) I tell you the quantity as this will play a major factor in this post. Soo what better way to end the night than to go to the pet store to look around? Well being the PITA advocate I am...I had to rescue a small cocker spaniel pup from the glass case cell in which she resided, poor pooch. It only made sense to buy her that night after margarita mehem. As $450 was swiped on each of our debits (What a steal right)? I had the honor to name our precious purchase. Dinglehopper was funny bc I heart The Little Mermaid, but Ariel was much better bc this pup was a girl. So $900 later we had full bellies, and full hearts. The next morning we realized what we had done and decided all purchases are returnable. We went to the petstore with our merdog and tried to return her sadly enough. We were each charged a $150 convenience fee (what convenience was provided I still don't know) and I got into a screaming match with the manager about how the dogs are from puppy mills, aren't taken care of, the whole gamete. My friend and I had our pictures taken by the surveillance camera and it is now posted in the store not allowing us to enter. I wrote a few letters and made some calls about this establishment but nothing happened. I think about Ariel from time to time and feel so bad for her. The owner of the store should wag more, bark less ( I love that bumper sticker) :)

Dancing Queen

One night in college I attended the annual Christmas dinner dance. I was just starting to date my soon to be hubby so what else could be better than a free meal and an all out grindfest? This event was held in one of the many ballrooms at the Holiday Inn. We were all having such a fun night and we decided to check out the other rooms in the hotel since there were other groups cupid shuffling burning their cals from dinner too. So we walked into a party of 50/60 yearolds. Either a work function or class reunion. All of a sudden my college girls and I were finding eligible men while the guys were wowed by cougars. I guess my tootsie roll was a little too risque for one woman's liking as she gave me a nasty look while pulling her man away saying "It's time to go Jerry." Hey girl...sometimes ya just gotta dance! So overall the crowd was loving our presence...One man decided to show off his dancing skills as we made a circle around him on the floor. (Think Office episode with Andy dancing and pulling his "down there" region). That was the unfortunate series of events that unfolded for this Bernard wannabe. He attempted to do a split and well...split not only his legs but what was between his legs. After a colleague yelled "Call 911" (Who knew this could've been used in a previous post) my college pals and I congalined out the door and reentered our party.