Overshare

Coworker: "Hmm, that sucks."

Bre: "Your mom sucks."

Coworker: "Yeah- my dad!"

Um . . . . really?  Why would you think that? I don't have a whole more to say about the subject.

*Shudder*

It's the Grand Chahee's Birthday!

Saturday was my birthday.  To be quite honest I didn't really think much of it, and kept forgetting about it.  Let's see, what am I doing Saturday again?  Seems like it was something important . . .

My sis and I had decided that we were going to go to breakfast at IHOP that morning.  Saturday morning rolled around and I went to pick her up.  And to my surprise her husband was coming along as well.   I was excited 'cause he's a good guy and the more the merrier!

We got to IHOP and as we got to a door there was another lady there that looked a lot like my mom.  Oh wait, it is my mom!  What are the odds that we all happened to be going to IHOP at the same time?  Which is extra weird 'cause my mom isn't one to just go out to breakfast Saturday mornings.  Oh now I get it!  She's there to meet us!  How silly of me.  I was extra excited, what a delightful surprise!  We get inside and there stands my dad and my grandma!  Talk about a good birthday surprise (especially considering I hadn't really put much thought into it actually being my birthday).

Throughout the day I had a lot of birthday wishes thrown my way, but none that could beat the text I got from my friend, Maggie:

(If you're unfamiliar with this song, that's really unfortunate for you 'cause it's going to make considerably less sense)

"You had (or currently having) a birthday, shout hooray (HOORAY!)  We want to sing to you today (want to, but won't).  One year older and wiser too (I'd sure hope so.  Does mean you have 26 wise points, or like wise vouchers?  Could you trade in said vouchers for prizes?  Like at 5 you could cash in for a sparkly pencil, 20 an applebees gift card, 50 an ipod, and if you make it to 100, new hips?  So you could get a gift card AND a sparkly pencil if you cash in now!  Do it, I bet they have a blue sparkly one . . . anyway . . .) haaaaappy birthday to YOU!"

Aaaaaaand that's why she's my best friend.

My b-day was grand.  Thanks for all you lovely people out there who wished me a happy birthday.  Golly, I felt special!

Love,
Bre

P.S. I'm wearing a new bra, and the underwire is fashioned out of razor blades and dipped in the devil's spit.  thought you'd want to know.

Taggy McTaggert

I've been tagged!  The deal is to answers the questions below.  This will be fun  . . .


1. If you have pets, do you see them as merely animals, or are they members of your family?


I think it's pretty obvious from my blog that they're definitely members of our family.  We have two cats, Kea & Kloe, who are litter mates, though you never would know by looking at them 'cause they're opposites.  We also have two dogs, Bella & Brighton, and no- Bella was not named after Twilight.  They're our "fur babies".


2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

I'd love to publish a book.  It's been my dream ever since I can remember.  Of course thanks to procrastination and a lack of self-confidence who knows if that will ever happen.  But that would exceptionally awesome if it did.


3. What is the one thing most hated by you?

I'm not so much a fan of constantly negative people.  That, and putting laundry away.  Oh, and taking out the trash.


4. what would you do with a billion dollars?

I would travel everywhere and see everything.  Well, not everything, let's not get crazy.  I'd start an animal rescue shelter that doesn't euthanize simply 'cause the animals aren't adopted.  Then I would probably don spandex and create a super hero alter ego.

5. What helps to pull you out of a bad mood?

Golly, a bowl of ice cream goes a long way.  But I think just watching a comedy helps a lot.  Can't help but laugh, and it's difficult to be a curmudgeon when you're laughing.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

Really?  I have to choose one?  That doesn't work for me.  I choose both.  Yes, both.  We both know why so there's no need to really go into it..

7. What is your bedtime routine?

Wash my face, brush my teeth, take my contacts out.  In that order.  Plug in my phone, turn on the fan and then spend the next two hours trying to fall asleep.

8. If you are currently in a relationship, how did you meet your partner?

We met through a mutual friend.  We became good friends for about a year, then started dating and dated for three years, was engaged for 9 months and then got hitched.

9. If you could watch a creative person in the act of the creative process, who would it be?

Vincent Van Gogh, I think.  I've always wondered how he created Starry Night.  It would be interesting to watch that being painted.

10. What kinds of books do you read?

I read all sorts of books, I don't really have a "kind" that I stick to the most.


11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

I'm not one of those people with a "Plan". Though, hopefully with a home and a family.  I'd like to be a lot more free of debt, and have a little more freedom to do things that would make my family happy.

12. What’s your fear?

My biggest fear is finding someone in my house.  As in, someone that's not supposed to be there.  Particularly when I'm in the shower. I also can't stand spiders, and ants.  And pretty much any bug.

13. Would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to visit outer space?

Yes, I would.  That would be so amazing.  Sometimes when I'm swimming I pretend that I'm in space with no gravity. 

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married, but poor?

I've been pretty broke in my day and I always think at least I have Jordan, and as long as we're together we can get through anything.  So, does that answer your question? (Hint: the second option).


15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Hit snooze and then go back to sleep.  Then do that a couple more times.  I have a really hard time getting out of bed.  It's especially difficult when the animals are cuddling with me 'cause it's so comfy and I hate to disrupt them.

16. If you could change one thing about your spouse/partner what would it be?

He's got this fixation with Brighton's fur.  He tries to untangle his mats, but instead of brushing it out he'll pull it apart or stick his finger in it and pull up.  Of course it just hurts Brighton and pulls out his fur.  It makes me so angry, but Jordan just can't help himself.  I would gladly change that.

17. If you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?

I wouldn't.  I can't imagine myself anyone other than BreAnn.  I like it, and it seems to fit me.  I'm just Bre.

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

That's so general, it really depends on what the thing is.  I'm really good at forgiving and moving on, I'm less good at forgetting.  I think no- there are some things I definitely would not be forgiving anytime soon.  And there's a difference between forgiving and staying with him, and forgiving and leaving, for sure.

19. If you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be?

Wow, I'm not sure.  I think Cafe Rio.  I could eat that for every meal without getting sick of it for some time I think.

Ok, now I will tag my favorite sister Britney, and my sister-in-laws.  If you're a sis-in-law- consider yourself tagged.

Snack Time

Last night Jordan and I were having an Alias marathon.  I'd been trying to get him to watch it with me for a substantial amount of time, and finally I just stuck it in the DVD player and drowned out his protests with pleasant thoughts and a louder TV volume.

Anyway, Jordan got up to get a snack and I asked him to bring me back an orange.  He came back sans orange and sat down.

Bre: You didn't bring me a snack?

Jordan: Oh, what did you want?

Bre: Orangeya glad I didn't say root beer float?  'Cause that's what I really wanted.  But I'll settle for an orange.

I got up to get it myself . . .

Jordan: Can you get me an orange too?

Bre: Do you want me to cut it in half?

Jordan: No, I want it in pieces.

Bre: Well, I'm not going to peel it for you, but I can cut it in half, or bring you a whole orange and let you peel it.

Jordan: Cut it in half?  How would I eat it if it's cut in half?

Bre: I squeeze out the juice and eat the meat.

Jordan: Squeeze out the juice and eat the meat?!  Ha!  I'm going to put that on my blog.  I'm going to create a blog, just to put that on there!

Touché, Jordan, touché.

Honestly though, I'm not entirely sure what it was he thought was so preposterous about that statement.  Whether he thought the method or orange-eating was dumb, the use of the word "meat" to describe the orange, or that he thought it was just an innuendo.

My Bro-in-Law is a Doll

Yesterday my brother-in-law texted me asked if Jordan and I wanted to go to New York City.  Which is a silly question 'cause of course I do.  I told him I'd talk to Jordan and see what he thought.   This is our conversation that followed.  (I'm on the right)

I giggle whenever I see this.  He had no idea what I needed help with, but jumped willy nilly into agreeing to help me with whatever I needed help with.

Bee tee dubs- We're officially going to NYC in May- the flight is booked so there's no backing out now!

I can hardly contain my excitement.

Rude Awakening

Christmas was amazing as well as New Years, though I can't imagine why you would have thought otherwise.  Well, amazing to a degree.

Jordan's mom had given us a bag of gifts for Christmas and had included treats for the cats and dogs as well.  We put it under and behind the tree Christmas Eve.  Christmas morning we went to my parents house and when we got home the bag had been torn open from the middle and Brighton had eaten every single last treat in the bag.  We knew it was Brighton 'cause it was his style, that and he had done this before.  The last time he got quite sick off it, but was running around and looked like he hadn't a care in the world.

We watched him closely all day, but he looked to be fine and so we put it out of our minds.

Fast forward to 3 AM the next morning.  Brighton likes to sleep on my back and I woke up to him crawling onto my back and then hurling all down my right arm.  I was groggy with sleep, but just awake enough to watch it roll from my shoulder all the way down my wrist.

Which is exactly what I wanted to wake up to.  So . . . what luck.

I got up and tried to wash the pukey puke from my arm in the bathroom, but couldn't get my arm all the way under the sink and moved on to the kitchen sink.  I'm not sure what woke Jordan up, whether it was the puke, the bathroom light or my mumbled curses, but he came in and flicked on the kitchen light.

All I had to say was "Brighton threw up." And really, what else was there?

I went back into the bedroom and the job was nothing if not thorough.  All over the comforter, sheets and pillow.  He really did a good job.  And there was Brighton in the middle of it all.  I coulndn't be mad at him, he looked up at me with his beard covered in vomit and his eyes said "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, my tummy hurts."

I told Jordan I'd clean up the sheets/blankets/pillows and put them in the washer if he would clean the Boy up.  By the time I was finished I came into the kitchen to find Jordan mopping up the floor.  I asked if he had thrown up again and he said that Brighton had thrown up a couple more times, and there were a couple piles in the office, most likely before he dropped a load over my shoulder.

We gave him a bath and dried him off as best we could.  The poor guy didn't even struggle, and we layed a towel down for him and he was so sick he stayed there for the rest of the night.

All I could think was that's what you get for eating too many sweets.

But . . .kids will be kids. . .