Thursday, June 30, 2011

In Other Words...

This is my dad. I sure like him a lot. Today was his birthday, so happy birthday to one of the best dad's in the world! For serious, my dad should get an award for being so crazy awesome. Photobucket
In other words, once upon a time I worked at a bridal store. It was quite fun (except for that one time that I burned myself on the iron). I worked with a bunch of funny ladies and it was the first job that I actually liked everyone who I worked with. Well, many of these ladies have gone on and gotten married and the other half went and had some beautiful babies (two this past month!). Per request, meet Cristine.
My friends, Cristine should also win an award for being awesomely funny. It saddens my heart that she moved to Florida because 1) She's funny, 2) She was supposed to help me pick out my wedding dress when that day ever came, and 3) Last but not least, she just gave birth to this little fellow: Photobucket
Isn't he just squishy, and sweet, and wonderful? Too bad there's a couple thousand miles between Idaho and Florida. Or else I'd totally be kickin' back with little Jacob and Cristine. By the way, another girl we worked with Melissa, just had a new baby girl named Hallie! I'm thinking that Jacob should become a potential suitor for Hallie. Just sayin'...
Anyways, congrats to the Margene's Bridal girls for their beautiful offspring!

Pictures of Cristine and Jacob via Cristine's blog and her Facebook. I'm not a super creeper.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I Had a Date...

I had a date, I had a date, I had a date, hey, hey, hey, hey! (Not to be confused with "I've got a pickle, I've got a pickle, I've got a pickle, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Please say you understand my references here.)
But indeed, I had a date. Remember this letter? Well, this friend is home now. And we went on a date. And it was fun. And we basically talked for about five hours. And my face hurt from smiling all night, but I thought it was a good date. Enough of that.
Random story time. So the other night, I set my water bottle on my bed and went to go brush my teeth. I came back to a big
puddle on my bed. It had soaked through my bedspread, my top blanket, my sheet, and my bottom sheet.
Oh, poop.
I wrung out as much water as I could and then I just settled with the fact that I would only be able to sleep on one half of my bed that night. Until it came apparent that I would often make the mistake of rolling over onto the Pacific Ocean that existed in my full size bed.
So I stuffed another blanket in there sleeping bag style and the problem was taken care of.
Never, never, never, leave a full water bottle of cold water on your bed