Beard

I'm getting ready to head to bed, because I have to get up extra early in the morning, but I wanted to share my favorite quote of the day.

It came from my husband.

We were having the following conversation:

Tyler- I don't really like my beard.

Me- I love your beard!

Tyler- I think I may shave it off.

Me- Noooo.

Tyler- Are you trying to tell me I look ugly without my beard?

Me- No, I'm trying to tell you that when you shaved it off last time, your mouth looked JUST like your dad's mouth...and I couldn't kiss you without thinking about your dad.

(And here's the quote!)

Tyler- I mean, what do you expect? I did come from his loins.

Truth.

You got me with that one Tyler, you got me.

Here's a picture from the last time he shaved his beard off.
I think I may have to get used to it.
After all, he is his father's son.
(I was going to quote what Tyler said, again, but saying it earlier made me feel weird.)

:)

Hope everyone had a great Wednesday!

Toilet Paper

 

On August 6, 2011, I became a wife and the toilet paper fairy.

My poor hubs can't put a roll of toilet paper on the holder, to save his life.

Why?

I'm not sure.

Since putting the toilet paper on the holder is my official job, I have noticed that the holder is empty

A LOT.

I buy the HUGE rolls, too. You know, the ones that are equal to four regular rolls?

Um.

I usually don't go around asking people how many rolls of toilet paper their house uses per week, I feel like that might be inappropriate,  but I think my house my husband uses more than normal.

Here's the math:  if the rolls I buy are equal to four regular rolls, and we go through one roll every two days...that would be (roughly) three rolls per week.  

Three (mega rolls) x four (regular rolls) = twelve (regular rolls).

Twelve rolls per week.

I'm pretty sure that's not normal...

I told Tyler that I felt like I was constantly going to the store to get toilet paper.

He told me that I must be imagining things.

Yesterday, the truth was unveiled.

My dad's grocery store has a new coupon machine right by the entrance. 

 When you go in, you scan your "savings card," the machine looks at your shopping history, and then prints off ten coupons that are related to the items you purchase most frequently.

So I scanned our card, and out came our coupons.

Five of the ten coupons were for toilet paper!

hahahaha.

I have my proof and he has accepted his toilet paper problem:)

I may send him to rehab.

Living with a guy is too much fun!

"I think she beat ya man!"

Hey friends!

I hope everyone had an amazing Easter weekend!

Here is a quick summary of mine!

Friday
Tyler and I started a tradition.

We wanted to make little Easter baskets for each other.

We decided on a $25 limit (per basket) and away we went.

(to Walmart, of course!)

When we got there, we were going to separate, get the stuff, check out, then meet at the car.

But we ran into a problem.

I forgot my debit card.

Since we couldn't check out on separate sides of the store, we decided that when we were finished filling our baskets, we would call each other and meet up front.

Problem solved. No biggie.

About thirty minutes later, just as we had planned, we met up front. 

To keep from seeing what we got each other, we stood side by side in line and held the baskets behind our backs.

When it was time to check out, Tyler went first. 

I turned around while the lady rang him up.

Tyler paid, handed me his debit card, and turned around so the lady could ring me up.

I laid Tyler's basket and all of it's contents on the counter...

and to my horror

the random guy behind me said 

"BEEF JERKY,  NERDS, TWIX, HOT TAMALES, ARMORAL, AND FISHING LUERS?! I THINK SHE BEAT YA MAN!"

.....

what. the. heck.

REALLY!?

I spent half an hour sneaking around Walmart...

so I could surprise my huaband....

and the most random guy on the planet had the urge to tell him (pretty much) everything that was in his basket?

I was livid...but Tyler and I laughed about it all the way home:)

Saturday

Tyler worked on our deck!

Sunday

We had an AWESOME service at church!

After church, we came home and had a huge cookout at my grandparents :)

First Easter as Mr. & Mrs!

And here are our baskets! The HUGE bag of Sweettart Jelly Beans is covering up a bunch of things, oh well:)

Happy Tuesday-eve!

It's a bird, it's a plane..no, it's a half bus... half horse trailer?

Friends, first, I have a question for you. 

 

What is this?

This Eighth Wonder of the World caught my eye as I was about to walk into my hub's office.  

My best guess is that a bus driver decided that he wanted to be a cowboy...he didn't need a bus anymore, but he did need something to haul his horses....so he improvised?

 Do you all have any guesses or stories to go with this picture?? 

Second,

I have news!

This awesome lady gave me an award today!

It's the Versatile Blogger Award.

Each Nominee Should:

1. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award

2. Add an image of the Versatile Blogger Award

3. Thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link to their site

4. Share seven completely random facts about yourself

5. Include this set of rules

6. Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination

I nominate:

Kimberly @ Diary of a Brown Eyed Girl 

Jes @ Two Smuppies 

Nikki @ The Pink Growl 

Tricia @ My Fabulous (and Slightly Awkward) Pursuit of Happiness

Lauren @ The Merry Mrs. Mobley 

Lyndsey @ Life as a Wife 

Shaylynn @ red lipstick and melodies 

Emily @ Dirt Bikes & Diamonds 

Morgan @ The Little Notebook 

Amanda @ For Love of a Cupcake 

Tiffany @ Little Tiffanista 

Jen @ Dexter Morgan's Mama

Annmarie @ momto8blog 

Alycia @ Crowley Party 

Rachael @ All Things Beautiful 

Now for some more random facts about myself.

1.  I still run and jump into bed (when it's dark)..you know,  just in case something under the bed tries to grab my leg.

2.  I used to be in loooove with Aaron Carter.  My room was filled with life sized posters of him..and I kissed them when no one was looking.  I told Tyler that's how I developed my insanely awesome kissing skills ;)

3.  I LOVE CEREAL.  Cocoa Pebbles and Fruity Pebbles are awesome.

4.   I hate online classes.

5.  I dry heaved, at work, when I watched another nurse irrigate a patient's ear.  I was fine until  I saw a foot long black and brown chunk of earwax plop into a bowl of water.  Ok, maybe it wasn't a foot long, but it was pretty large.  I just dry heaved again.

6.  My mom bought a pregnancy test and gave it to Tyler.  I think is trying to say she wants a grandchild?

7.  I almost punched a man in the throat today...I did some intense contemplating...

 (I'll tell you about that on Monday)

Am I really thinking about anklebiters?

Sooo one of the five lovely ladies that I gave the Liebster Award to, had received it once before. I feel like that gives me permission to give it to one more person! That girl is Whitney over at as luck would have it :)  

The answer, to the title of this post, is....yes.  I am thinking of babies. I may have baby fever.  Note that I said may have....even though I know I definitely have it.  I'm scaring myself.  My husband is also scaring me.  Why?  Because, today,  when I told him that I may be developing the fever, he just smiled.  His didn't stare at me in horror and he didn't tell me to "pump my brakes" (like usual.)  He didn't say ANYTHING.  He just smiled.  Weird.  Oh, and while we were watching television tonight, there was a commercial with a baby in it..and he talked about how cute the baby was.

What on earth is happening to us???? 

My brain is morphing into a brain that I'm not used to.

My thoughts have changed.

For instance, I started taking prenatal vitamins about 3 years ago.

No, not because I was pregnant/wanting to get pregnant.

I was taking them for my hair and nails.  If you want your hair and nails to grow super fast, prenatal vitamins are like GOLD.  Mine are GUMMIES, too!!! They are delicious! 

Anyway, when I started taking them 3 years ago, every time I would take one I would think hellooooooo sexy nails and hair! 

Now, when I take them, I think baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh yeah, baby.

This has got to stop! 

I want babies! BUT I also want it to be just the 2 of us for a few years.

This fever is starting to get pretty intense, though.   I mean, I have a board on Pinterest called "Ideas for my future baby Ingrams." Oh, and we also named them.  

Oh my word.

This is SCARY.

Who am I????

And what did the smiley guy do with my husband?!

Liebster and the GINORMOUS Bee

Liebster- favorite/dearest

I had every intention of doing this yesterday, but I was an old woman and went to bed at 7 last night.

So as I said on Monday, I was given this award and I am super excited about it!

Now, I have to follow the rules.

Here are the rules:)

1. Choose five up and coming blogs to give the Liebster award to. Blogs must have less than 200 followers.
2. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
3. Post the award on your blog.

4. List the bloggers you gave the award to with links to their sites. Leave a comment on their blogs to let them know they've recevied the award.
5. Share five random facts about yourself!

Maybe another reason I didn't do this yesterday is because ALL of your blogs are awesome, I love them all.  I have trouble picking out shampoo....so this is tough! I know that a lot of you will receive the award from the 5 ladies I picked, so that makes it a little easier.

Here are my final 5:

Lauren @ TIPPEE CANOE 

Mrs. Robinson @ My New Wife Life 

Crystal @ Skittle Bug 

Cassie @ Ben & Cassie

Michelle @ On The Adventure

Ok. 5 Random facts about myself?

1. I am terrified of hot air balloons. Why? I have no clue.  All I know is that if I see one, I want to vomit. Seriously, just thinking about it now, makes me want to barf. gross. Balloons shouldn't be allowed to be that big.

2.  I am 5'9.  I didn't wear heels until after I met Tyler.  I was always afraid that if I wore heels, I would randomly meet my future husband and would be towering over him.  Now that I have my hubby, I wear them ALL the time. Everyday (almost). 

3.  I'm not a violent person.  I'm not mean.  However, I do get annoyed by a few certain people...and sometimes I daydream about casually tripping them. I know, I KNOW...how terrible.

4.  I am addicted to caramel frapes from McDonalds (I don't have a Starbucks close by, and these are amazing!)

5.  It bothers me when people use "your" and "you're" incorrectly. It's not that difficult!

Quick story.

I came home from work today and was pleasantly surprised when I saw that my husband had started building our deck.  I stood on the porch and admired him while he put his tools away for the day.  When he had finished, he walked up on the porch to talk to me.  I told him about my day and asked about his.  He told me (in a very in depth manor) about his day, but I didn't hear a word he said.  All I could think about was the HUGE bee that was quickly approaching the side of his face. I stood there in amazement as I watched my crazy husband act like the monster bee was no big deal. The bee bumped against his beard.  And still, no reaction.  Then the bee flew around his cheek and went straight for his nose.  He immediately jumped back and swatted the bee repeatedly.  HOLY CRAP! That's the biggest bee I've ever seen!!!  I was confused.  Why was he acting so surprised?  Why hadn't he swatted at it when it was beside his face? So I asked him.  Babe, why didn't you swat at that bee 5 minutes ago?  What do you mean? That sucker came out of nowhere!  Um. No. That bee was right beside your face for like 5 minutes before it decided to dive at your nose.  Autumn! And you didn't you tell me?? You know that, when I wear my glasses, I can only see things right in front of my face. 

You know when I said, "I stood there in amazement as I watched my crazy husband act like the monster bee was no big deal."? 

DUH! OF COURSE he was acting like the biggest bee on earth was "NO BIG DEAL"!... He had no idea the GINORMOUS bee was even there! He couldn't SEE IT!

(He can't see at all without his contacts/glasses.  And, of course he can't see peripherally when he wears his glasses...glasses only go in front of your face.)

So in reality, I just stood there, watched, and did absolutely nothing as the biggest bee in the universe, planned to attack my poor, blind husband's face.

 I'm such a good wife.

 

Sweet Home Alabama

Hey everyone! Before I tell you about my weekend, I want to thank Tricia, over at My Fabulous (and Slightly Awkward) Pursuit of Happiness, for giving me the Leibster Blog Award! If you glance over to the right, you will see that I proudly posted it for all to see!  This award comes with rules, and I will share those in a blog post tomorrow:) Thanks again Tricia!

If you read my blog last Tuesday, you know that we were leaving for Alabama to visit Tyler's family (last) Wednesday evening.  We came home yesterday.  We had a blast spending time with our family! We were so sad to see it end.

 Here are some of my favorite highlights of our long weekend.

I learned is that, for over 10 years, I have been singing the song "All Star" (by Smashmouth) completely wrong.  I have been singing, "in the shape of an L on her forehead," but I was informed by my 9 year old niece that it is, "in the shape of an ELF on her forehead."  I feel so silly, I mean, elf makes so much sense.  I can't believe I have been singing it wrong for so long.

I also learned what Dunlap Disease is.  According to Tyler's dad, Dunlap Disease is when your belly's done lapped over your pants.  Genius.

I shopped all day Saturday with my momma in love.  She took me to an amazing new outlet mall.  I spent all of my money, but my closet sure is happy!

We had family pictures taken on Saturday evening. I can't wait to see them! When I get them, I will  share in one of my blog posts.  I will let you know in advance, Tyler's momma has been mistaken for Paula Dean more than once.

I was called "Aunt Autie" all weekend.  Hearing a precious 9 year old niece, 4 year old niece, and 22 month old niece say "I love you Aunt Autie" or "Hey Aunt Autie, come play with me," completely melted my heart.   I love being an aunt!  Here is a picture that my 4 year old niece Sayde drew of me.

 Can you see the incredible resemblance? She's amazing:)

We can't wait for our next visit! 

I said it before and I will say it again, I love road trips!  Even though 20 hours of car time (round trip) doesn't sound very appealing, it was SO much fun (because I was with my hunk of a hubs/BFF, of course)!

Here are some things I love about road trips:

I love buying snacks for the road

I love eating the snacks I bought for the road, on the road

I love singing to old (late 90s/early 2000s) music 

-this trip included Britney Spears, Nsync, Backstreet Boys, etc.  The hubs LOVED it.  Ok, so maybe I am being slightly sarcastic. Let me rephrase that. The hubs put up with it:)  As I sang the songs at the top of my lungs, he watched me/laughed at me/smiled at me.  In my mind I sound even better than Adele...haha...bless his heart. He, on the other hand, has a very attractive voice. Click here to listen! You can also look him up on itunes!)

I love looking at beautiful scenery

I love making memories

I love spending time with Tyler

I love exploring new places

There is only one thing that I do not enjoy about road trips. 

 I do not like using rest area/gas station bathrooms.  
I am a straight up germaphobe.

Yuck.  

Here's how it always goes.  I'm sure you all have had similar experiences.

Picture this.

You're on a road trip.

Your bladder has reached it's maximum capacity.  

You are on a mission.

You need to find a rest area/gas station STAT.

You find one.

You quickly park, get out of your car, and start speed walking.

As soon as you are in the building, you immediately scan the area for a "Restrooms" sign.

You see one.  Hallelujah. 

You make a B line for the "Women" sign.

Now you begin a new mission. 

You must find a stall.

-cue Jaws theme song. Seriously.  If you want to enjoy the extent of my anguish, click the link and play the music while you read the rest.

You open the first stall.

You're pretty sure that A. yellow toilet seats are the new fad OR B. the woman before you had TERRIBLE aim.

And what is that puddle of unidentified liquid on the floor?  Never mind.  You decide you would rather not have that information.

You move on to door number 2.

As you get closer, the overwhelming odor fills your nostrils.  

You immediately cover your nose and mouth.

Against your better judgment, you decide to open the door and have a look.

To your horror, you lock eyes with either A. a brown toilet monster OR B. last night's dinner/Taco Bell gone bad.

As you try to contain a scream (and your lunch) you let the door slam shut.

Hello door number 3.

Because of your previous experiences, you use extreme caution this time.

You slowly open the door and peek in.

You decide that A. You need to call 911 or get in contact with CSI because someone was murdered in this stall OR B.  the most disgusting woman on the face of the planet used this stall before you.

Next stall.

To your surprise, it appears to be CLEAN! Well, clean enough for the hover technique.

Hover technique- adj. when you don't feel comfortable enough to have your exposed cheeks touch a foreign toilet seat; high squat position.

FINALLY.

So you assume your position.

You look up just in time to see A. someone staring at you through the 10 foot gap around the stall door (I've never understood why the gaps are so large.) B. your door didn't latch properly, and you are greeted with an apology from the woman who just opened the door to your stall OR C. no toilet paper.
You pee as fast as you can, wash your hands, and book it out of there!
You survived.
:)




I hope everyone had a perfect weekend!