Friday, January 20, 2012


This is my first post on an iPad. My school is trying them out and man I'm annoyed at how slow I type. I'm sitting in the icu, not myself in here but a family member, not the happiest place, but I am with brad and I love him to death. Some things I have been reminded of this week.
Let's make a little list:
-I married a person that is beyond comprehension selfless.
-I married a calm, collective person.
-I married a freckled, dedicated person. (I know I always include the freckles part)
-I married a level headed person.
-I married a forgiving person.
-I married someone who I came to know this week in a traumatic experience and he was so positive and loving.
-I married someone who doesn't judge.
-I married an angel.

This has taken me 30 min to type, but in the icu that's like 1 sec.
Brad is a good guy. I knew that before but I don't think he has or any husband has received the recognition they deserve.

I love brad that's what this post is about.

Monday, January 16, 2012


I brought the tradition of the real tree. This year we took our decorating seriously. (Notice Brad's increasingly huge and growing biceps and triceps and adorable freckles that I hope every one of my children get a sprinkle of, actually why don't you just make this picture bigger than you can really see his sexiness)
Brad brings real candy canes, and I bring the wood candy canes that my mom gave me right off her tree when I mentioned I liked them, she does that all the time.

"Oh mom I love that serving bowl."
-She dumps out the salad, hands it to you and says, "Its yours."
"Uh, I didn't want it, I just said I liked it."

But I loved the candy cane gift. They are adorable.

Brad and I watched the old man we bought the tree from tie the tree to the back of our car with bunny ears and twine. I thought to myself, "That is going to fall right off."
And it did, driving down the road, we lost our tree, but we got it right back and put it in our back seat with the windows open sportin our flocked tree.

Some day we will have this wonderful living arrangement where we dont have to squeeze the tree between the tv and the table, but for now this will suite us just perfectly.

As long as the lights shine and the tree smells it makes our basement apartment feel a little more like home and Christmas.

Brad and I always say, "It doesn't matter where we are, we are just so glad we can be together, and we don't notice any other misfit things in our lives." Well actually I just say that, and Brad goes along with it. I'm the deep poetic one in our relationship, he is the calm and reasonable one.
I hope your Christmas was as merry as ours, and I hope you are happy with whatever your life brings you, whether you live in a basement apartment, a mansion overlooking the river, or a beach house in San Diego, I hope you are happy with what you have, and realize what you have. Someday when I don't have to work anymore, and my husband does all the providing, I bet I will look back and wish I cherished those days more. My New Year's Resolution is to enjoy the moment more. Sit down and do a puzzle with those five year old's instead of stressing about the next thing. Sit down and forget about the dishes and enjoy the people who unexpectedly came for a visit. Sit down and enjoy my basement apartment, sister living with us, husband going to school and working, enjoy life and don't worry about spending too much money at Costco, or eating that piece of 350 calorie truffle.

Sit down and just enjoy, that's my resolution.
Pretty sure Brad's is to serve more.
I guess that is a good one too.

There is my mom's famous candy canes my mom gave to me.
Brad got a bit carried away with the poses. So I just run with it, and let him do his thing. He loves any type of rapper pose, I think it is his new thing, crouch down, thrust his crotch forward (yikes) and sit and make this hard core face. (Which is not possible with is dorable frecks).
This is similar to some pose I have seen before...what is it???? Gosh what is it?? Oh ya, when I tell him to vacuum.
Then this is when I say, Oh honey I bought a few new things for myself totalling like 200 dollars, thats okay right??
Then he acts like its okay but is really getting ready to deck me, then I can't remember much until the next morning when I am trying to cover up my bruise with make up.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Monday, January 2, 2012


This break has gone by too fast. Everytime I went to write on my blog I felt like I needed to do something else, plus I have this weird strange thing where I can't write if someone is watching me (BRAD). So this is the time I feel I have come to open up to the blog readers...while Brad is playing basketball and I got back from Yoga before him.

Yoga is so relaxing, stretching, breathing and centering your chi, and then the new unexperienced guy rips a big fart. How can you not laugh? It is dead silent!! I tried so hard not to laugh so so so so so so so hard. He was right in front of me, we were going into child's pose, and boom a huge loud fart. Anyone who has any sense of humor will chuckle?? Or be grossed out. But its yoga! Its silent, no sounds allowed! (I just typed aloud instead of allowed)

Yoga fart. It loosened him right up.

Today Brad and I ventured over to my classroom to tidy things up and get ready for tomorrow. He kept moaning and groaning as I made him change the calendar, take down all the work in the room, sharpen pencils, and staple my newsletters to reading calendars. "When will we be done, this is so boring Brit, how do you do this job blah blah blah"

Then we wen to sensuous sandwich. I always order an 8" and then Brad says, NO she wants a 10.

Then I had to pick up some cute adorable things at Old Navy.
Then we had the idea to go to a 3:00 show. Oh man I can't wait until I am unemployed and just can hit up the matinee anytime. I would totally go by myself. Totally. Plus a guy gave us a free ticket to our movie.
Dollar movie just got cheaper.

Then we came home and played catch phrase with each other. Its funny that we do that, but we have done it forever and we end up laughing so hard in the end. Usually I end up punching Brad and him tickling me till I am screaming for all to hear...I always win. Always.

Then we played Rummy, and Brad won. Now tomorrow I have to go back to school and Brad will go to work and his school starts on Thursday. He is only taking 5 credits, its all he has left, his last semester, last hurrah.

And that is how I ended up behind loose butt in Yoga.
I forgot that I still haven't showed my sexual halloween costumes yet.
Brad was a plug.

 And I was an outlet.
And I am just ready to talk about why I dyed my hair.
I thought I had lice, and dying it is the fastest way to rid of it.
But I over reacted and it wasn't lice.
This is my cute AM class. Mind you I wore this Rangers costume after they lost the World Series. 
Brad still loves them.

PM class. Aren't they just adorable.

Plugged together forever.
That sounds like toilet talk.

Maybe in Feb I will talk about Christmas. I just hate talking about it right away because it reminds me that it is over. I don't like it when Christmas is over. But I do have Valentine's Day to look forward to now. Its the day that was made so you can make up for yourself if you sucked at giving gifts at Christmas.

Oh Happy New Year!
Brad and I have been married 2 1/2 years!!
Now I need to go make our lunches for tomorrow. :(