A Under Cover Homebody and Adult Things

 Hope you all had a great fourth of July, can't believe it's here and gone already.

And can't believe it was my third fourth with this guy.

The fourth, sorry if you've already seen this on instagram.

 Currently wishing I was at home, in bed reading or watching TV, like I did yesterday (for five straight hours). And I didn't even feel bad about it.  I caught up on all of my shows, Real Housewives, Bachelorette, and HGTV without any interruptions (my boyfriend had to work). 

The past three weeks have been exceptionally busy, between visiting our niece, the wedding in heat, fourth of July at the lake, we haven't been home.  And now I'm prepping for four consecutive weekends of bachelorette parties, bridal showers, and weddings...

 #ithinkican

As much as I like to think I am not a homebody, I am.

Something about routine, sleeping in my bed, showering in my shower, doing laundry, and cleaning up the house is actually so calming to me.  Which makes me realize that I am slowly but surly becoming a grown up.

We've also done a couple grown up things in the past two weeks. Our kitchen back splash went up (the kitchen was remodeled a year ago and now it's done), and we bought our sectional (we picked our own fabric, and orientation), gotta love those no sales tax Holiday sales.  So in six to eight weeks, we will officially be living on our couch!!! Pictures of both to come soon.

Get Out of Here Fruit, You Weren't Invited

This is how it usually goes down when I am in the ice cream aisle.

I stand there (in the Aisle) staring at the 'options'.

Any flavor with any fruit (at all) is out. 

  I don't like fruit in my ice cream, why add something healthy to a heart attack? 

And then just like I do every time, I leave with a pint of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked Fro Yo.

Those that follow me on instagram may have seen this picture a few weeks ago.

Those of you don't follow me should probably start now.

So when I got home from the longest Monday of the year, and my boyfriend said he had something waiting for me in the freezer, this is how I felt.  

You get my drift.

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That is until I found myself digging for cookie dough nuggets gold in bed, while watching Real Housewives, and I actually looked something exactly like this.

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So I called it a day, there was nothing more I could do.

I agree with Raven, if Monday were a person, he'd be a Ginger.

Top 5 Annoying Things I Do

Things I do that MUST drive my boyfriend crazy.
So I decided to make a list of the top 5 things I do that drive him nuts.

Sometimes I seriously wonder how he deals with me.
 He's such a good roommate :)

1.

Play a single song on repeat while putting on my makeup and getting ready.

I kid you not it's the 'flavor of the week' and I play it over and over and over again while getting ready.  I have a problem though, I don't get sick of songs for a long time and when I love a song, I LOVE a song.  Right now this is my jam
...like whoa

2.

I am always checking my phone. You might know us bloggers are a little obsessive compulsive.  I'm always wondering who has posted what on instagram??? Have I read her current blog post?? What's New at Forever21? So when I am eating breakfast, doing my make up, watching TV, writing a blog post, sitting at red light, waiting in line at the store, laying in bed, I am touching my screen seeking more from all the social media sources #instagram, pinterest, facebook, blogging world, etc.  I need to make a rule no phone during dinner, TV time, or Sundays, and after 10pm.
I think we'd both benefit from this.

3.

I set three alarms to get up in the morning, always.  Majority of the time, I get up my butt out of bed at the first alarm and put on my running gear and take off.  On the days that my first alarm goes off, and I am no quite feeling like a run, I click the top button to silence it, and forget to turn the rest of the alarms off. I hit the top button, and then 9-13 minutes later it goes off again and then another 9-13 minutes it goes off again.  But when I don't...it's three loud blaring alarms going off.
Whoopsies...

4.

Leave things on my nightstand. So I'm a clean person overall (I vacuum twice a week, don't go calling me dirty) but sometimes I let things pile up on my side of the bed. My kindle, a water bottle, my camera, a magazine, and hair ties, some bobby pins, etc. sometimes always manage to pile up on my night stand. Always. On weekends when I am gone doing things (read this weekend skiing with my brother) I come home to all my things gently gathered together and put in my the top drawer of a nightstand.

5.
I'm not sure what it is about keeping a car clean that I find so difficult, I spose my car and nightstand are my 'achilles heels' if you will.  I keep a few things in my car, and the few things that are in there seem to repoduce or something.  My yoga mat and windshield cover turned into snow booths, two umbrellas, my bootcamp journal, a box of things from my parents house, and two nalgenes.  Not quite sure how that happened, but yes it did.  I always thought that once I got a car I loved, which happened about a year ago, I would keep it cleaner.
What can I say, I guess I am a creature of habit.

I am sure there are a zillion more things that I do that drive him nuts.
But he loves me.
I love him too, unconditionally.

P.S. I'm sure spaying inordinate amount of hair spray while he's still in the bathroom, stealing his hangers, wearing his sweat pants, always want a bite of whatever he's eating, and needing to hear him say I love you a zillion times a day, are all annoying things as well.

Man Time

Man time is important.

I've come to realize and accept this.
I didn't take me a long to accept, but at times I get selfish, and have to remind myself that guy time is just as important as my girls night out, mani/pedis, and long phone conversations.

They need time to talk about how many wings they ate the other night, the new Pawn Stars episode, their online games, schwacking their beef (even if they don't do it (yup I just said that deal with it)), and the beer they just tried.
Hey, they are guys.

I know what I just wrote above doesn't make me seem like a romantic, but I am.
If you read this, this, or this post you would know that's true.
But I'm also realistic.

Beer Fest Circa June 2012

We can't expect guys to hang out with us crazy ladies all the time.
They have to do stuff for them, like we have to do stuff for us.
This doesn't make us selfish, it makes us human.

Between my after work fitness classes, girls nights, getting my hair did, blogging, reading my books, shopping, and other things I spend much of my time doing away from my boyfriend, it's ludicrous to think that he wouldn't need to some the same.

I don't spend time away from him because I don't love him, because I don't like spending time with him, or because we don't have a healthy relationship.
I spend time 'away' from him doing things for me, because it helps make our relationship better.
 It keeps the balance.

And this is why they need to do the same.

I expect him to go out without me and grab a drinks with a buddy, and enjoy that man time,
because he's so understanding when I do MY things.
I love him.

Hope you all have a great weekend.
Is your man gettin' some guy time this weekend?

You Will Forever by my Always

When I saw this on pinterest, I immediatley loved what it was saying.

I'm totally a sucker for those tacky quotes, lovey dovey things, and 'live, laugh, love' sayings.

Luckily I have more tact than to have those hung up all over the house (which is more than I could say when I was in college, searching for love).

These words however, just called to me, when I saw them.

They were different.

When I find myself telling my boyfriend I love him, just to hear him say it back.

(Yes, I am guilty of this...as most girls are...)

I realize this is one of the many things I hear when he says, "I love you."

Because this is one of the meanings, "I love you" has to me.

There are about a million other things that those three words convey when I hear them,
and a million more things those words mean to me when I say the, but 
these were just the ones I wanted to share with you today.

Happy Valentines Day!

P.S. I love you babe.

The Notebook & A Story of My Own

The Notebook was on TV last night, and despite the fact that I have seen it 193,230,401 times, I sat through the commercials to enjoy the love story.

Such a great movie.

And a reminder of how hot Ryan Gosling is.

But this post is supposed to be about my story. 

Where we met.

My love story. 

It's not a glamorous story, cough, we met at a bar, but it always makes me chuckle.

Let me set the scene for you.

Me: sober driver for a friends birthday

Him: out with friends, and lets just leave it at NOT the DD

Anyways there are five blondes sitting at a table, chit chatting, and what not: My girl friends are all prowling the bar searching for cuties to talk to when a blonde boy with scruff walked up to us and just sat down, making it clear he wasn't just 'dropping by'.  

He actually bought the birthday girl a drink.

As he and his group of friends stay and chat for a while, me, the sober driver, am less than impressed.  Who are these drunk fools?

Go away, I am too sober for this.

He's mumbling about something or another when he mentions he went to college in Colorado and skied, which naturally sparked my interest. 

 So I told him if he ever needed a ski buddy to let me know, and returned to my abrasive #iamtoosoberforthis cross armed position.

When we got up to leave he came over and told me, "I didn't want your friends number, I wanted yours," which I found hard to believe based on my stand off-ish vibe, but I obliged to  his drunk theory, and gave him my digits.  

Secretly I think it was just my self esteem boost of the day year.  

He was the first one to ask for number at a bar, EVER, in my entire life. 

Which is JUST totally embarrassing and sad to admit.

This is the part that we will forever disagree. I know that I am right, because I was the sober one.  He argues he is right, because he 'would never do something like give someone a fake last name and the right phone number'.

He had given me his real number, and what I am convinced was a false last name. 

Lets just say on our first date I was shocked to hear what his last name actually was, because it didn't match what I had soberly entered ten days before...I'm just sayin'.

 

But because both parties (he&I) think we know the real story, we will call in a truce.

Agree to disagree.

Fast Forward two days and ballsy me, texted him.

My text went something like,"Hey it's the crazy skier girl from the bar. Not sure if you remember, but I'd be happy to grab drinks like you suggested. Let me know if your interested."

He texted me back.

And he took me on a 'date' with his friends to the diveiest bar in town.

I guess I passed the 'test', because the next year and a half are history.

 Mexico. April 2012

But really he's the best thing that's happened to me.