Friday, December 29, 2006



Where's my stapler?

It's cute. I think that they called each other this morning all jr high-like and made sure that they were in sync with their plaid shirts, khaki pants and brown shoes. Precious. This is also day 2 of the "accidential" dress alike.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

I cannot believe that I have been so dilligent with my blog writing. It's like I can't stop. : ) 3 in 2 days!
I had to take these pictures last night. Yes I know my cat is big, but Rocco has a lot of hair too. Friday night when we ordered pizza, the pizza guy even noticed Rocco's fluff by stating, 'dude, that's a big cat'. He's just so dang cute.


Now that I'm addicted to adding pictures to the blog, here is Jonathan's latest addition to our apartment. He found these light thingies at Walgreens in our Christmas day adventure and placed them in needed areas. So now when I need to pee in the middle of the night, I don't have to turn on the big light. So smart he is.


Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Top ten things I heart about Jonathan:

10. He calls me 'baby' or 'honey' even when he's very upset at me
9. He loves the fact that I whine like a 4 year old when I want him to cuddle with me
8. When he holds my hand, he makes sure my ring is straight and then kisses it
7. He calls me on the stupid stuff that girls do and it makes me laugh
6. He kisses my shoulder in the middle of the night even if I will never remember it
5. He will sit through a play and be perfectly content even when the only other straight male there is about 50, and won't gripe and says that he enjoys it and means it because he knows that I'M enjoying it
4. He loves my family and friends like he's known them forever
3. He loves technology and at heart, is a geek
2. When I am sick, he stays home and takes care of me by making me soup and making sure I take my medicine on time…even when I'm mean and grippy because I'm in pain
1. He looks up all of the ingredients of Glucosamine Chondroitin because he knows that I could give 2 shits about what is in it but that my stomach may think otherwise.

This is the beach on James River in VA. Yes the sun looks purple and ghostly because this was taken with my neato Razor phone.

Here is my nugget, Brianna. My sister was worried that she would run to the water like it was a giant bathtub or something. I had more faith in her than that. It was freaking freezing and I knew she was a smart kid and knew that wet+cold air=not fun.

This is my favorite picture ever. Sara took this and it could not be more perfect.

Here's another pic of the beach. This is Jonathan but you wouldn't know that without me telling you. I was facing the sun so he appears as an unknown figure.

It only took me a few minutes....well, let's be honest, a few HOURS to figure out how to upload photos in the correct blog worthy format. It's okay to laugh because I am not a technological genius. I know what I need to know to get by and the rest is trial and error.
Anywho. Here are some pics from the VA vacation. It was fun, I want to move there.
Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.

Friday, December 15, 2006

I finally got pictures developed from September. I know I'm such a slacker but I just hate going to the store and being confined for a whole hour so I wind up dropping them off at the one hour with all of good and holy intentions to pick up the film in an hour but it winds up being a week later. Anywho.
The pictures were from our family trip to mini golf and the zoo before my sister Sara moved to Virginia with her hubby and my nugget Brianna. Even though it was just a few months ago, I remember how I felt that month. I was falling in love with Jonathan, I was saying goodbye to my sister and my best friend, I was swamped at work, the weather was very warm and my tan was gone.
This weekend Jonathan and I are leaving on a jet plane (literally, I checked the itinerary) and going to see my sister, her hubby and my nugget and I couldn't be more excited if I had just won a million dollars…okay maybe I could cause then I could definitely stay longer than 4 days and I could buy my own jet plane…….

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Tuesday I had issues. I swear I am the only person in American who can avoid the flu, sinus infections and the common cold, but if there is anyone within a 100 mile radius with the stomach flu, my body gets all excited like jo-jo the idiot circus boy and snags it.

I woke up at 4:30 am with a very unhappy rumbly in the tumbly. I began yacking...hardcore yacking. It was so disgusting that when the upchuck hit my tastebuds, I puked even harder from the taste. Lovely I know. This continued throughout the morning and at 8 am I woke Jonathan from his slumber and begged him to go to Kroger (or Krogers as Kimberly would say) with my last 5 bucks and get me some saltines and Sprite like super quick like a bunny. The day did not get much better. I ceased vomiting about 10 am. Robin came to check on me at lunch, exclaimed that it was hella hot in my house and that I looked like death. I love her honesty, what are friends for?? The thing is, I did feel like death and I'm sure I was rockin hot in my glasses, frizzy hair in a bun and Houston Nutt t-shirt. Jonathan called on his way home and asked what I needed. I cried out loud as hard as I could, "A peach baby, a ripe, peach...2 or 3". Of course I am not coherent and fail to realize that while it is in fact the middle of December and while in fact today's high in AR was 72, peaches are not in season. He asks how you tell if a peach is ripe and says that he will do his best. (Later I find out that he drug the produce guy at Wal-Mart all around trying to find me a peach-I heart that kid). He tried to call me and tell me this but my phone was dead.

He came home to me curled up in a ball crying in pain, explaining that there were no peaches but that he would leave and get me some icecream if I wanted that. I decline and ate some lucky charms instead.

Today I felt much better. I still feel like I've been beat with a crowbar but as I lay with my head in my honey's lap, enjoying our new TV, I ask him if he remembers what I wanted last night. He immediately says, "Icecream? Let's go". And he took me to Coldstone and won about a trillion extra brownie points.

Monday, December 11, 2006

This weekend was fun. And by fun I mean I got a lot done and I didn’t feel super exhausted today. Friday night, after dinner and some other fun stuff, his parents call to say that our tv had arrived. Woopie.
I need to backtrack a little. His parents wanted to get us something we 'needed' for the apartment and Jonathan being the cutest nerd ever, suggested that we needed an HD flat screen. Yes I have seen these at Walmart and they are pretty, but seriously folks, I'd rather have the $1600 cash and just watch the 1980 tv that I own that requires special RC hookup and running the cable through the VCR.
I wasn't excited when Jonathan talked about how rockin the picture would be, or how much sweeter the sound quality would be or even when he said that he could hook up our laptop to the tv and THAT could be our screen. I simply was unimpressed by this modern wonder.
That is until he opened the box.
The hallelujah chorus played softly in the background and my face lit up like our non-existant Christmas tree. It was beautiful. It was black, hella shiny and more importantly, added 6 inches of walking space in the living room.
We flipped channels all night and oooeeed and aaaahhhed over all of them. We played part of a movie just so we could test out all the settings and sound modes.
I will never mock a man and his love for electronics again. Jonathan, I will forever trust that you will always be honest in telling your parents what we 'need' for our apartment.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Sometimes things happen and they are out of our control. I know that is cliché, but it is more true than not.
Friday was jeans day. Not only was it jeans day, but also wear-a-jersey/shirt-and-support-your-favorite-team day. I was sporting my 2nd favorite pair of jeans, a Razorback shirt and some tennis shoes. I was very comfortable in my chosen attire until mid morning.
My co-worker Ryan and I were sitting in my cubical discussing a very important topic of something or another just like we always do on Fridays *cough. I turned in my chair towards my computer to look up something we were discussing. A pop occurred and immediately I knew what had happened. Ryan looked very perplexed with his crinkled face, politely asked me what the noise was in hopes I was not going to respond, 'I farted'. It was worse. I felt my chest and my suspicion was confirmed: the underwire in my bra had snapped in two. I share this news with Ryan, quite loudly in fact because I was pissed, and he turns bright red as Ryan tends to do when the situation becomes a little uncomfortable, laughs hysterically, and exits my cubical.
I spent the rest of my day thinking I was a little lopsided but with many reassuring comments of 'you can't even tell', I made it through. It also served as a fun story for the weekend.