Everytime

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.
EVERY TIME

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. :(

I Participated

I had something to do with Halloween.

We went to this little party Brad's friends put on.

I guess thats bad to say, Brad's friends......

Our friends?

Regardless.

Thing One and Thing Two were there. They were nice. And Thing 1 is Brad's best friend.

Brad loved Dr. Seuss. Lie. Aj, the real life person dressed up as Thing 1, is Brad's best friend.
Scott could also make the qualification for Brad's best friend. Rebbie, his date, was white trash, and obviously Pregnant. Very pregnant. They tried to make an announcement for me that I was pregnant. I could have proved them wrong real fast with details of terrible cramps causing me to miss class, but thats grossy girl stuff and I decided to just smile and laugh and say..ya...
Brad made his own costume. I was way impressed. I didn't think it was going to be that awesome. His tight spandex made me want to keep touching his legs, but thats just my mom making me do that. She always rubs fabric that soft and silky. My grandma said she did it when she was little too. So....hereditary, or acquired from example. Either one. In this picture we have John Smith, Peter Pan, White Trash Mullet creep, I cant remember what Eli is, Thing 1 and Brad the bee. Why was Brad a bee you ask?

Cuz I was a flower. Don't even think that we were cutesy and clean, its deeper. Only if you get it will you get it. Did that make sense?

I made my costume too. Some people thought I was a lioness. Then they saw Brad and they got it. They put things together.

So I did participate in Halloween.

I promise.

Even though this day was not Halloween but yet the day before...

Halloween... which was the next day was more of a horror than I ever imagined.

Real Soccer Game, Car wreck on the way there.

Just found out today the people who's fault it was gave a faulty insurance card. Yay. Sarcastic.