Couple Tag

How long have you been together? Noah and I met in August '05 and got married in August '06 so we've been together almost 3 years, but married for almost 2.

Who kissed who first? Funny story, Noah kissed me first while watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and I thought he was burping on my cheek! His ego was bruised for a second, but then we made out for a good long time!

Who eats more? This is a close call because I definitely eat a ton, but I think people can guess by looking at the two of us who eats more: Noah weighs in at nearly 300 lbs and I weigh 120. I give him a pretty good run for his money though.

Who is taller? It's hard to tell, but Noah is taller than me. I'm about 5'9" and he's 6'. If he's shoeless and I'm wearing shoes we look the same height. Good thing he weighs a ton more than me.

Who is more sensitive? Definitely Noah. He is a bawl baby and we can't get into a fight without him crying because he feels bad about hurting my feelings or something. I'm pretty sensitive too when it comes to movies and such though.

Who does the laundry? I figure it's the least I can do since Noah works so hard everyday. He's a cop and I'm a mom, my job is to do the laundry and I'm totally ok with that. In fact, I'm doing some right now. :)

Who cooks? Well, I would have to say that I cook 60% of the time and Noah cooks 40% of the time. He's really particular on what he eats so on those days I let him cook. Plus it's hard to cook when you're living with someone so once we move into our house I'm sure I'll cook more.

Who drives when you two are together? Definitely Noah. I have a complex about driving. I absolutely hate it. I would be happy if for the rest of my life I had a chauffeur.

Who is more stubborn? That's a tough one. I think I am because I'm pretty good at getting Noah to do whatever I want to do. He doesn't want to piss me off so he's pretty good at caving in.

Who has more siblings? Noah. He has 3 brothers and 3 sisters, I have 2 brothers.

Who is more daring? NOAH! I am the biggest weenie. I don't like taking risks at all. The fact that Noah is a cop speaks for itself I think.

I tag Krystle, Amy, and Shayla.

The Leading Scientist in her field

My little niece Clarion has had a rough go on life ever since she was born in March. She got RSV when she was a week old from her brother and sister, who got it from my little girl. Just recently she got some type of virus in her lungs which make her cough until it seems like her little eyeballs are going to pop out. She's pretty much been sick her entire existence so far. Unfortunately because she has been sick, when anyone else gets sick they blame it on her. I admit I've done it myself. Dagny has had croup for the past week and a half and I was sure that Clarion gave it to her. And for the past few days I've had an ear infection and really yucky cold, which I assumed that I got from Dagny. However, when I went to the doctor he told me that there was no possible way that what I have I got from Dagny. I must have gotten it from the store or something. When I found that out I felt terrible for blaming my daughter for getting me sick and even second guessed my assumption of Clarion getting Dagny sick. My mother in law, the leading scientist in the field of hypochondria, was convinced that everything has been coming from Clarion. But what does she know? She's never been to medical school and the fact is that there are millions of viruses and bacterias in the world and they're everywhere. So basically no one really knows anything, only God and we have to rely on him for everything because he ultimately controls everything. We're just a very small part in the big scheme of things.

The Smell of Death

So I hate saying this, but right now we're living with my in laws and the downstairs bathroom is getting remodeled. The bottom of the shower had large cracks in it and the water was leaking into the laundry room. It was a big mess. So the Mr. Fix it man came exactly one week ago. The man is a retard. He spends maybe 2 total hours working on the bathroom and 3 hours taking unnecessary breaks. Then he leaves and says he won't be coming back until today, one week later. After he was finished last Monday he put all the old fiber glass out the window into the window well for some unknown reason instead of throwing it away. We wake up the next morning to discover the two dogs had torn all the fiber glass out of the window well and spread it all over the back lawn. Moron. So for a week all 10 of us have had to use one bathroom. He came back today and finished the shower, but tore up all the linoleum and found that the water had leaked underneath the linoleum and rotted on the cement. It smells like death in the house. Wait, not just death, but moldy death. I can't function. My whole existence lies in that basement and I can't spend 5.2 seconds down there without gagging, literally gagging. Dagny is down there taking a nap with her door shut and the window open, and luckily the smell hasn't leaked into her room. Mr. Fix it man said that the smell shouldn't harm us because it's not that kind of mold, but don't be surprised if you watch the news tomorrow morning and see that a family of 10 was found dead in their home, dying from mold inhalation. In the meantime, we're all slowly dying of mold inhalation...

Taking a Stroll in the Fabric Store

I really should know better by now, but for some reason I always get sucked into shopping at fabric stores with my mother in law. I hate shopping at fabric stores, but my mother in law told me about this really cute fleece that matches Dagny's crib set (which still isn't finished by the way, and Dagny is 9 months old) so I thought, you know, I really would like to tie a fleece blanket for Dagny.  So against my better judgement, I went.  Now, first off, my mother in law is crazy. She knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. But when she enters a fabric store it's crazy x ten. She insists on looking at every single fabric in the store and tries to convince anyone that's with her how that particular swatch would look incredible on their son/daughter.  She insists that she could spend an entire day at a fabric store if she had the time. Heaven help us!  Today I took Dagny with me and she was fine at first, but after the 3rd fabric store she was not a happy camper. In fact, she was a downright pissed off camper.  She was screaming and throwing her little tantrums because it was naptime.  We finally bought what we went for, but Dagny and I were so pissed off by the end of the journey that I could have cared less about that stupid fleece. We bought it and all is well in the world, but now I'm thinking to myself, does Dagny really need another blanket? I swear she has a gazillion of them already and that's only one baby down, many more to go. So the moral of the story is, if I ever mention that I'm considering going to a fabric store with my mother in law, please, please remind me to say NO!

Best Mother's Day Ever!

I know that pretty much everyone writes in their blog how amazing their husbands are, which is perfectly fine, I'm sure their husbands are great to them.  But I just have to write a blog about the amazing Mother's Day present that Noah got for me.  For ages I've been wanting a Kitchen Aid standing mixer, but never thought anything of it because first, I don't have my own house yet and second, they get pretty pricey.  Well, Noah just blew my socks off by getting me my very own Kitchen Aid mixer!  Recently I have been watching The Food Network and every chef on that network has their own mixer, so now, if I wanted to, I could start my own show too!  I probably won't open it up until we have our own house (we're looking, but not having very much luck!), but I'm still super excited anyways.  Mine is very pretty and classy, and I'm very excited to mix things in it! I'm hoping that I'll become a better cook with one of these puppies!