staycation

Somehow in my brain, I thought the day off for Presidents day was next week. So imagine my delight this last week when I discovered that this was the long weekend! Suddenly I was having dreams of getting away for the weekend.

It was my turn to plan the Love day festivities, so I immediately began brainstorming. And though I really wanted an excuse to splurge on some fancy place to stay, my frugal side (& my house) we calling for me to be creative. So I dreamt up a stay-cation for the two of us. I led Bobby to believe that we were getting away, and I put him in the car, drove him around blindfolded, and arrived at the esteemed Porter Cottage.

the hanging hearts thanks to martha, came highly recommended by karla last year

Inside Bobby was provided a personalized brochure outlining a vacation worth of relaxation, yummy food and entertainment.

Room Service

Art Appreciation

thanksgiving point lets you watch glass blowing and stained glass. You can even make your own flowers...


and more with movies, dinner and dancing.. but the best part was pretending like real life didn't exist around us and just being on vacation together.

sprig of hope

These little guys got the wrong idea by our little warm streak (and I use the word warm very lightly). They have received a fresh white blanket. But hold on little guys, I can't wait to see your fresh yellow beauty line the front of our house!

Reconciliation

Dear Husband,

Remember in the middle of the night when you reached over to my side of the bed and tried to touch me and I freaked out? Remember how I slapped your hand away and whined for you to move your hand? (which, if I recall in my half asleep stupor, was preventing me from rolling over)

Remember how this morning you actually remembered?

(Side note- remember how usually when you do anything in the middle of the night, the next morning you have no recollection of it- like that time you rolled over and punched me in the face? so how am I supposed to know that this time you were sweetly just reaching out for me and not subconsciously sprawled?)

I'm sorry! I love you! and I'll try not to freak out the next time your randomly or sweetly touch me in the middle of the night

Love,
Me

Super Commercials

While most Americans take advantage of TiVo & DVR to skip commercials, Bobby and I have DVR'd the superbowl so that we can watch the commercials, without having to sit through the whole game.

Yep. I said it, and I'm serious. I realize that many may think we are ridiculous and un-american, but I didn't marry a sports lover (a few college games per year meet our quota!)

So here we have our hamburgers and guacamole, and we are watching the game on fast forward trying to get to the commercials, and Bobby is laughing out loud.

Good Grief #2

Now I realize that I am neither a contractor nor engineer, yet sometimes I wonder if they could consult me before going and doing really silly things.

After doing many projects on the house, I've learned to brace myself wondering what crazy, illogical things we will find in the process.

Yet I still wasn't prepared for this one. Bobby installed the perfect ceiling fan while I was out. We looked long and hard to find one that we liked, and that we thought would go well with the house. I walked into the semi-dark the house and attempted to turn on the light only to realize that IT WAS ALREADY ON.

A nightlight would have been brighter than the lighting kit that came with the ceiling fan. And because it was a specialized lighting kit (composed of possible 7 LED lights...) There was nothing that we could do to brighten the problem.

REALLY? Who wants a ceiling fan with a light that doesn't light the room? We (and when I say we, I really always mean bobby) had to disassemble the fan, and take it down to be returned.

We are still on the search for clean modern ceiling fan with a functioning light. Good Grief!

I'm Bored ( a peek into bobby's random thoughts)

i'm bored at school. yes this is me being bored at school. i just spent the last 30 mins. roaming around the usual places - the e-mail - facebook - people's blogs i haven't seen in a while - blah blah blah. it's not like i'm slackin' or anything. i've done all the homework i can bare before my head explodes. i have 30 MORE minuets till my next class, which is a lab that last 2 HOURS! uhg... i'm ready for the weekend. although i dont know why. it's not like i have anything to do on the weekend. be bored with megan? i'll probably start driving her crazy 5 minuets after we eat and clean up breakfast. i think megan deals with being bored by telling me over and over in a progressively louder voice 'I"M BORED!' but not me, i just try to aggravate her in the most annoying ways possible. what is annoying is different for different people. but after almost 2 years i know what annoys megan. i don't know why i do it sometimes. and sometimes i know exactly why i do it. don't be fooled, megan gets really annoyed at me sometimes mad, and sometimes when i give it just that cherry of annoyance on top, she bursts in tears. that's when i feel like a horrible person and do everything in my power to fix it. i turn into the nicest person imaginable. i think it's a complex. jack does this on LOST - always needs to fix things. hummm... interesting. i do love my wife and i would never intentionally hurt her, i actually feel like poop when i unintentionally do. but.. ya..

So i'm in school - junior - i'm taking a bunch of hard engineering classes - fun -. my stomach has not been so happy in the last week - more than usual -. I mean i don't even know why, the sunday before last we had pineapple curry with some friends which i had left overs for the next week (megan refused to help me finish it), i think pork chop was in there too. then last sunday we had that pineapple curry again for some other friends - it was THAT good -, and again i had/got to do the deed of finishing that off as well. megan made some awesome spaghetti with mushrooms in it - yumm - and now both the curry and the spaghetti are in the fridge waiting for me. PS anyone that does not know me, I like food, aaaand when i eat ...food. i don't it it in small portions - i can pack it people -. so know for the last week i think i may have devastated my stomach with delicious food to the point that it's starting to say 'bobby, bobby, bobby, You've had your fun, and now it's time to pay' or 'gargle gargle rumble gargle GLUNCK' it's usually when the GLUNCK arrive that some immediate action must be taken. have i said to much? have i crossed any lines? i don't know, i just don't know. but what i do know is that i have now used up enough time to slowly walk to my class and still have some time to spare. if you've read this blog all the way through. i hope you too needed to waste some time.... cause you just may have.

Sushi picnic and a bandit

Turns out that I had to go into the office on Friday. However, the state of Utah has switched to working 4- 10 hour days and is closed on Fridays...

So this wouldn't be a problem until I discover that I can't find my Work ID with my access card in it.. So I'm sitting outside the State office building, hoping to find some other sap who comes to work on a day off to try to follow into the building.

(Side note, the building I work in houses adult probation & parole, Child support collection, DMV car registration, and Child Protection Services- thus people are not always happy nor on their best behavior when they are coming here- so when people look like they are stalking me on my way into the building, it pretty much freaks me right out, and I squeeze in and make sure the door shuts right behind me so no one else can get in with me...)

After 20 minutes or so of lurking, I find a probation officer on his way in the office, plead my case, and find myself in the building. However, since I don't have my access card to get me up the elevator, I decide to take the stairs. Up at the 5th floor, I discover, that though no access card is needed, the door from the stairwell into the hallway is just straight up locked. On my way back down I checked every floor and the doors were also locked. So I find myself back down and the lower level- the only door unlocked (and grateful I'm not stuck in a stairwell!)

But now I'm stuck on the lower level of the building and I can't figure out how to get out. The helpful probation officer is safely behind his security doors, and I can't get the maintenance man i saw to answer the door (even after 20 minutes of knocking)

I pretty much felt like a sketchy person who had gotten them self into a locked government building.

I figured out a way to get to the main level and parked myself on a bench waiting for the next person working on their day off. Luckily this didn't take to long, and I asked another probation officer if he would scan his access card to get me to the 5th floor (hoping he doesn't think I'm going to blow up the building or steal government documents)

Summary: I felt like a schmuck and a bandit and 45+ minutes later, I got into my office.

That night, after several date ideas had busted, we decided to get take-out and have a picnic at home. I rarely eat or crave sushi, but I did on Friday. We didn't want to wait in lines or pay alot, and I remembered that we had seen a $6 plate at Costco (and we love costco.. normally) As was par for the crazy day- they didn't have the $6 plate and we went home with a mountain load of Sushi..

To make up for the whole day, I did enjoy the picnic with Bobby anyway! (and I fell asleep while he watched Gremlins...)