Sweet Surprise

Clint is such a sweetheart! He brought me home some hand-picked flowers that were just gorgeous! I'll just let the pictures do the talking. :)

He just came home with those one day and gave them to me. He gets me flowers every month, but I must admit that these are my favorites so far! He said he was working on a vacant house and there was a whole bush full of these flowers, and he said they reminded him of me. Isn't that sweet? I have the greatest husband ever!

Dreams

Okay, so I've been having some pretty darn strange dreams lately. I had one dream about some gigantic worms and another dream where Beyonce was a man!

Yeah. Strange, right?

So the first dream was about some girl's that i've never even seen before. They were twins, and they were trapped in some building (i think it was like an abandoned hotel or something) with Clint, Britney and David, and Tyler and Nina. All 5 of them were walking down a hallway together, but then one of the twins stopped and looked over her shoulder at a door they had just passed. Without saying a word, she walked over to the door and opened it, and inside was just this huge void full of giant worms! Not only were they huge and fugly, but these thing could self-reproduce by vomiting. Yeah. VOMITING. They just choked out full-sized worms from their mouths. Nasty. Absolutely nasty.
So, anyway, one of the worms like, ate her, I guess, but then it spit her back up and she went all nutso and possessed. She walked back out into the hallway and followed my group of friends/family, and she grabbed Ty by his shoulder and they all warped to some outdoor BBQ party. Ty and David started doing some karaoke, and then the possessed twin started killing people. Her weapon of choice: half of a broken glass plate. No joke.
And I even made a picture, haha.

'Kay, so the next dream involved just about the same group of people, minus the twins. So it was Me, Clint, Britney, David, Ty, and Nina. We're all in Britney and David's apartment, just chilling, and then Beyonce busts in the front door and tells us about some rave party. She's also wearing a full body, sequin, spandex-type suit. She mentions Disco balls and Britney is bound and determined to go to this thing. Britney convinces David to go, and then she asks me and Clint. Clint wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea, "I'm kind of tired, I kind of just want to stay in tonight." Then Britney gets her sad puppy face on, and Clint feels bad, "Fine. I'm in." I kind of didn't want to go, but since Clint said he'd go, I decided to go to. Then Ty and Nina were more than willing to go. So off we all went with Beyonce.
So we're in some crazy rave party place and Beyonce starts dancing all crazy and powerful-black-woman-like, and she does some sort of head roll move, and then her hair/weave flies off and all of a sudded she kind of looks a bit like Gary Coleman. And then there's some obvious manly-parts starting to show in her sequins and spandex. So in a deep manly voice she pleads with us, "You can't tell anyone about my secret! If everyone found out I was a man, my career would be ruined!"

Then I woke up.
Sorry, guys, I don't want to paint what I saw in that dream.






WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND!?!?

So the "J" makes an "H" sound...

Okay, so for those of you who don't know me as well as some others, I am seriously the whitest chick ever. I can't roll my R's very well (hardly at all, really), Mexican food hates my guts (I'm allergic to it or something), I can't tan anymore for some unknown reason, and I'm pretty sure all my friends are white. Yeah, now that I think about it, all my close friends are, indeed, just as white as I am.

Okay, so I was lurking around on the internet one day, and I forget what site I was on... But someone had posted a comment that was pretty laughable, and I was reading the responding comments. Some were "oh that's funny", or "LOL," but there was ONE... ONE COMMENT... that I just didn't get.


"Jajajajaja"


Me, being the white girl that I am, read it as it looked. I read it as the J making a J sound. "JAJA!? WHAT IS THIS JAJAJA!? I DON'T GET IT."

So later that night I was talking to my friend, Kiersten, about it. And describing to her my confusion. She was laughing, because I was being pretty animated about how stupid it was and how it made absolutely no sense at all. Then I had an epiphany. I stopped in mid-sentence, and told Kiersten, "Holy crap! I GET IT! it's not 'JAJA', it's 'HHHHAHHHA', like the name Jose!" (thought I said the name "Jose," more like this, "HHHHHHHHOSAY")


so there you go, my dear readers: my Spanish epiphany.

Guestbook

So my mother-in-law is getting remarried this weekend, and her theme for her reception is "Spring," so my mom and I are trying to make that happen for her :)

My mom is having so much fun planning this little reception (less than 50 guests) and I had SO MUCH FUN making the guestbook for Susan and Sean (my mother-in-law and her fiance)!

What I did to make this was very simple.

FIRST: I got out a 16"x20" canvas, and sketched where I wanted things to go

SECOND: I busted out my oil paint and my brushes, then went to town on that canvas. I seriously only used like, four colors; red, two shades of brown, and lots of white.

THIRD: I had to wait two days for the paint to get dry.

FOURTH: I cut out the paper oval "Cherry Blossom Petals" for the guests to sign, and hot glued them to the canvas

Fifth: I cut off the fabric cherry blossoms from some fake flower stems, and hot glued the blossoms to the canvas.


TA-DAH! Now I just hope no one messes it up at the reception.

Smell is Important to Me

Okay, so you know when you walk into someone's house, you can instantly smell whatever/whoever lives there? Well, I've walked into some pleasant-smelling houses, and some not-so-pleasant smelling houses. So I'm an absolute nut about how my house smells. I'm really stingy with my money, but I will (and have) splurge on things like those little Glade plug-in oils, air fresheners, fabric sprays, and cleaning products that smell absolutely delicious. Like, for example, I have citrus scented swiffer pads, my trash bags have a lemon-fresh scent, and I have at least 2 glades in each room. Not to mention three scentsy warmers; 2 in the kitchen/dining room area and one in the bedroom. I don't want my house to be all stanky. I will not be "that woman with the horrid smelling house." I won't.

And I'm not! WOO! Every time someone knocks on my door, they comment on how good my apartment smells. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

I've explained to Clint (my husband) how much I enjoy pleasant smells. He laughed about it a little at first, but after I explained how nice it is to not walk into a bad smelling house, and how nice it is to walk into a really good smelling house, he agreed with me. He knows I'm incredibly cheap when it comes to shopping, but I think he finds it somewhat amusing that I have almost no standards when it comes to spending money on something that smells good. I mean, I've been pretty good about waiting for things to go on sale. But if I need/want some more plug ins or new room spray, I will usually just get it if I'm already at the store.

Like, last week, Target had a sale on all their room freshener products. I bought four or five packages of Glade oils. The sale wasn't really significant. But it was a sale nonetheless. I spent like $20 on just that stuff alone.

I only burn the scentsy after I cook food. Cause it's really strong and it works really fast. The rest of the time I just have my plug ins and I use room spray whenever I clean (usually every other day). And I feel so pleased with myself when someone tells me that our apartment smells good.

Good Lord, the other night at the pizza parlor, Clint came to eat dinner with me on my break and when he sat down next to me, I got a big whiff of him, and I said, "Oh man! You smell so good!" then I smelled him. It wasn't cologne, it wasn't body wash... IT WAS THE SMELL OF HOME! Clint and I had a good laugh. We are both so glad that our home doesn't smell like Rusty's Pizza. No offense... but no greasy smells. PLEASE.

Speaking of Clint...
He uses that old spice swagger body spray... and it is so cracktastically delicious smelling. Screw that crappy axe brand! OLD SPICE ROCKS! The first time he used that, I kept following him around the apartment because he smelled so good. He laughed at me and asked what the heck I was doing. My response was, "Don't ask questions, just accept me for who I am." We have a very funny relationship. I love my husband so much. (and his old spice.)

So yeah, moral of the story, a good smelling home (and husband) makes for a happy fulfilling lifestyle. Life is good when it smells good. Hahahaha!