We Have a Name
After months of deliberation, Matt and I have finally decided on a name for the puppy. Her name will be Bella. According to Pet Names World, Bella means beautiful. How fitting!
This site is dedicated to a dark skinned white boy, also known as my brother, who has more style than I ever will.
After months of deliberation, Matt and I have finally decided on a name for the puppy. Her name will be Bella. According to Pet Names World, Bella means beautiful. How fitting!
During my lunch break, a man approached me in the parking lot. He said, “I’m an inventor. If I give you my name and number, will you call me? I’m inventing braces that will make the disabled walk.” I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry sir. Your invention sounds great and all, but I can really walk.” Then, I got into my car and quickly drove away.
Matt, Brad, and I drove all the way to Corley, Iowa to check out some Golden Retriever puppies that are only 1 week old, and we ended up buying one.
I can not believe that it has almost been a year (May 21) since Matt and I got married! I've finally decided to post pictures from the event.
Sometimes Bradley likes to write lyrics to his favorite songs. I found his version of the song 1985 by Bowing for Soup. It might be better than the real version. Brad's version is in bold.
Over the weekend, we celebrated Jess (Matt's sister) and Jonny's wedding. It was luau themed with Hawaiian music, leis, alcohol, and a drunken girl in a wheelchair dancing in circles. Thankfully I didn’t have any pictures of this on my camera, but I am sure one will pop up on one of the disposables. The pictures below were taken before the madness began.
If there were anything that I could change about myself, I would get different eyebrows. While watching an episode of Tiara Girls (yes, Tiara Girls), I thought to myself, this girl isn’t going to win this pageant, but she sure has perfect eyebrows! Maybe hers are fakes and she really draws them in.
Remember when I posted the other day that we cleaned under the washer and dryer? Well I forgot to say that Matt moved the dryer, and I, with my super human strength, moved the washer on my own when he wasn’t looking. My legs might not work, but my arms sure do! The other day, I did my first load of laundry, and my laundry room and hall got flooded with water. The hose on the washing machine got disconnected while I was moving it around. Whoops! Now we have a big mess, and my carpet looks like someone had a good night of drinking and didn’t make it to the bathroom! So the moral of the story is.... I need to stop being so impatient and listen to Matt when he says that he will get to it in 5 minutes.
I think that I am nesting. Nesting is "an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world." I am not pregnant. I’m just getting the house prepared for my new dog.
Over the weekend, one of the most shocking things happened to our friends Michael and Jenni. On Friday morning, Michael brought Jenni to the hospital because she was complaining about really bad stomach cramps. At first the doctor thought that she had kidney stones, so she went and got some x-rays done. After the doctor examined the x-rays, he told Jenni that she was pregnant. A few hours later, she delivered a baby girl.