You know you have a good husband when....

You know you have a good husband when....

I came home from work to supper all ready and waiting for me yesterday evening. Pigs in a blanket and macaroni...one of our favorite things (yes, we are in 3rd grade). Granted he lost a bet to me, which is why he cooked for me but I give him mega props since we made the bet several weeks ago and he still remembered, AND he even made a special wal-mart yesterday afternoon to get the stuff to make it. Wandering what the bet was? A clip from Pirates of the Caribbean came on where Jack and Elizabeth are stuck on the island and she burns all the rum and trees....Anyways, he tried to say that scene was from the 2nd movie and I knew it wasn't so we bet on it aaaand he lost. Poor guy, he was set up for failure!

You know you have a good husband when....

We went running that same night and before we started he said something smart-alecky (yeah, no clue how that's spelled) to me so I decided to leave him in the dust and run without him.

** Side note**
If you know Shelby and I, you know our relationship is based on sarcasm and a constant making fun of one another, which is where the smart-alec comment comes from and me jokingly deciding to leave him in the dust...just so there's no confusion on how our relationship is going.

Back to my story...
Of course he eventually caught up to me despite my head start. During that time while Shelby was behind me, I realized this was exactly the motivation I needed to keep going. I ran quite a bit further than normal, and when I say further I mean like 100yds, and when I say normal I mean over a week ago when I ran around the block. Whatever, that's beside the point, I ran further than usual and that's all that matters. So once Shelby caught up to me, which didn't take long, we ran a smidge further and then took a break and walked. Once we got to the end of the street we were on, we ran again but this time I told him my startling discovery of motivation, so the great husband that he is ran just a few feet behind me the whole way home.
Now don't tell me that's not great!?
He completely sacrificed his man-hood to let me think I'm winning!

It's 3am and.....

So it's around 3:20 in the morning and I've been laying in bed for close to an hour trying to sleep but apparently that's not going to happen. I even prayed that the Lord would calm me down and help me sleep but clearly His will says otherwise...whatever, I'm not bitter.


Anyways, here's a little re-cap of how my night has gone...
I went into work at 8pm (yes I said pm) and didn't get off until around 2:15am (really, I'm not kidding). The reason for all this madness is my jobs glorious set changes.

Let me explain a little more about it... basically I spent the last 6 hours moving furniture, pedestal's, dishes, setting shelves, etc. But let me tell you this is no easy task (the whole setting shelves part to be exact), in fact the man (I'm assuming it's a man because no woman would be this idiotic) who designed these shelves should do all of us a favor and put a bullet through his leg (notice I said leg instead of head to make it sound a tad bit nicer) because the pain he should feel would be somewhat equivalent to the stress and pain we went through tonight trying to get them in place.

Set changes are NO easy task, in fact they are pretty stressful and extremely tiring. (Ok, it wasn't all bad, I love my co-workers and I might have thrown in a few dance parties throughout the night, jammed out to some Ashley Simpson, Shania Twain, Eminem....whatever) Which brings me to my next thought (I know, your jumping with joy to read the next sarcastic comment I'm about to write).....

How is it that after 6 hours straight of ridiculous hard work do I not run into my apartment, jump into my comfy bed and immediately fall asleep with such relief??

Yeah, I don't know the answer to that question either. Apparently I'm supposed to be here at what is now 3:41am, blogging, so my whole 7 followers (and my mom) can read about my night. But my incredibly intelligent mind just can't shut off. Here's a little re-cap of my thoughts....because I know you want to know (you probably don't want to know):

"I wonder who such and such (insert name here) would have as bridesmaids whenever she gets married? I know she would have me as a bridesmaid....she better have me as a bridesmaid! I wonder where I would stand in line? I know her sister would be MOH, and then ______would definitely come next, and then I bet it would be me. Wait.....CRAP! I forgot she is really good friends with _______! I wonder if I would come before or after her.....surely before!" ...side note....we ALL know you stand in order of importance....and even if you don't, we all assume that's how you did it. Me, on the other hand, stood my girls up in order of how long I'd known each one (with the exception of Kendal and Christi because, in fact, they have both known me since birth, so it was kind of a tie). ....end of side note....  I know this all seems strange, but I want to be a bridesmaid SO bad! Yeah, I know, who Really wants to be a bridesmaid? I do. I've never been one and the whole planning of showers, bachelorette parties, etc seems Really fun to me! I know how awesome all of my girls were (holla) and all the amazing ladies who threw my shower and I want to be part of that for someone else (other than just my sister, I mean that's a given because I'm awesome and she loves me so much).

Now don't ask me why I was thinking about all this at 3am because I couldn't tell you. In fact, I'm feeling pretty brave just admitting it to you.

It's embarrassing.

Walking to the beat....

So as I walked through North Commuter to my car an awesome Celine Dion song came on my ipod and yes, I might have changed the pace of my walk to match the beat of the song. This might seem odd but I thought it a better option because 2 seconds before that I considered busting out into dance. Although I did refrain from this action simply because there were quite a few others walking to thier cars as well. They might think I was weird....

On a different note:

I finally finished our tree skirt and stockings, And we got our tree put up!

And yes, I do have an enourmously obnoxious star on the top of our tree!

It's also adorned with the cutest little fluffy owl from Pier 1, a snowball garland I made from silver thread and white pom poms, some super glittery pears and apples, and some clear glass balls I filled with strips cut out of an old book. Its not finished yet but our homemade 'vintage mod' tree is on its way to completion.

So I decided...

So I decided weddings and all that goes with, such as wedding pictures, engagement pics, and bridals, are awesome. How often do you have a justified reason to post TONS of pictures of yourself without being criticized?
On that note, here are a few favorites from our Awesome day...

Curious to know...

I'm curious to know if anyone else has ever looked at their shadow to see how they walk? I realize that a shadow probably isn't the best level of judgement when your trying to discern the way people see you, but have you ever looked at your shadow and thought "Wow! I walk like a moron!" Well, I do. Quite frequently actually. I just happened to think about it today as I walked all the way to my car from Human Sciences (all because the stupid bus drove off right when I walked up to it, and trust me, North Commuter is ALOT further away than you think. Especially when your wearing Uggs. They can be really heavy and cumbersome.) Kinda like all those girls who can't walk in stiltetos to save their lives. Well, yes, they can technically walk in them but they haven't yet figured out that your center of gravity tends to shift a bit when you throw a 3-4 inch spike underneath your heels. You know what I'm talking about, they tend to lean forward and walk as if someone has a rope around their neck pulling them. I'm pretty sure I don't do that when I wear heels, (mostly because Kendal and I did a heel walking test in front of each other one day to make sure) but maybe those girls should spend a little more time looking at their shadow!