Ryanism

The other day Ryan and I were driving and talking about his facial hair -you know,..we talk about that stuff a lot. He was saying he kinda likes the way his face looks when it's scruffy, but he feels bad that it scratches my face when we kiss. And I agree with both statements. He then proceeded to say the following:
"I wish that I had retractable facial hair like a cat's claws" Following that statement up with the action and sound effects of a cat retracting it's claws. "rowr pht pht" ---you just can't type that kind of thing out,..sorry.
-Probably one of those "you had to be there" moments, but it was really really funny and I was laughing about it all night. He always makes me laugh so much. It's great to have free entertainment like that.

the five alls

So a bit about the restaurant that Ryan found to take me to for our anniversary. It's called The Five Alls and it was pretty rad. First of all, its giant wooden door is so tucked away amongst vines and it's a surprise anyone ever finds the place. When you walk inside all the blinds are drawn giving it this dark cozy atmosphere and oh ya,.. did I tell you it's a medieval atmosphere?
It's by no means like going to a jousting tournament where you have to eat Cornish game hens with your hands. It's an awesome eight course meal and everything was so delicious -notice the frappe thing next to Ryan's plate. So good.

Mainly it was just a way fun ambiance with really good food. Thanks for finding it Ryan. On a side note, remember when my hear was red red red?? I found this picture while I was looking for the five alls pics. Ugly picture, but it kinda makes me miss my red hair

last year's aniversiary

I saw my first moose. Unfortunately it was dead on the side of the road in Parley's canyon. Ryan was so good to me though, when we saw it he actually got off at the next exit, got back on heading the other direction, got off again and pulled over so i could get a better look. Do I have the best husband or what. I got a stick and poked it, and it was pretty nasty. It was giant too! Everything I ever thought a moose would be,...except, of course, that it was dead.
We were in the canyon because for our anniversary Ryan found a cool bed and breakfast in Huntsville (an extremely cute and quaint little town up Ogden canyon) that we stayed in. It was such an awesome little get away but not because of the bed and breakfast per say,.. Ryan secured a pair of beach cruisers and we spent the day riding around and exploring the cutest little town ever amongst the beautiful changing leaves.

I am obsessed with beach cruisers. LOVE them. (never mind that the one I'm riding here looks big enough to eat me) It was SOOOOOOOO much fun. The weather was perfect and everything was beautiful. Such an awesome time and great memories. Ryan did a really good job!

So this picture of Ryan doesn't give a very accurate picture of how cute the town was. I'll have to post again with other pictures and talk about our dinner adventures the night before.

Aren't these trees incredible? I love it.

Random stuff

Because my parents found out that they were moving to Utah in January, last Thanksgiving we went to Arizona for the last supper. I can't remember the last time that I was down there for Thanksgiving, and it was really nice to be home. It was special K, Raeody, Meanagan and Ryan and I (Rimy). Kind of a small group, but actually really nice. They just had Mac and Raegan and it was timed perfectly so that they were both down for naps at the time of the eating. It was so quiet and nice with just adults. Seriously, it doesn't sound like a lot of fun, and usually I'm one for family chaos, but it was probably one of the best Thanksgivings I've ever had.

My mom let me decorate the table which I super loved. I have no idea why I think it's so fun to arrange plates etc, but I do. Ryan even helped stick the apples.

While we were down there Ryan went to Bass pro shop with my dad. well, they had to get matching fleece jackets. And if you know my dad, you know that he never buys just one of something when he's buying it for someone else, and you know that he loves to match, so they got three each. Green, brown and black. Ryan actually wore his fleece jackets quite often last winter.
I'm not sure how often dad wore them -he may have needed something a bit heavier for his first Salt Lake winter, but here he is in AZ flashing some sort of gang symbol, no doubt.

So,....I happened upon an estate sale like none other last fall. The old man that had passed away was a nutcracker collector. It's true. There were THOUSANDS of nut crackers that his children were trying to get rid of. thousands. all shapes and sizes and nationalities. I was lucky enough to come away with these two big boys. Take a closer look at the picture. They really are pretty big. (although I have to say, his biggest was about six feet tall. Amazing. So I have a special place in my heart for nutcrackers at Christmas because my grandma had some big ones that she would always put out at Christmas and of course the care bear nutcracker movie that we would watch over and over again. I named mine (the one on the right) Dimitri -or Dimka for short, ( I was reading the Vampire Academy at the time of the purchase) and I told Ryan he could name the other one. He named it....Creepy. He apparently does not have a soft spot in his heart for nutcrackers. -I should probably make him watch the carebear nutcracker movie with me. So we now have Creepy and Dimitri. at Christmas time.

Per request, mrs piggy pin explanation

Ryan and I did the "give a day get a day" program which basically means that we spent a few hours pulling weeds with my good friend Jenny the volunteer coordinator (that's right, I know some people) for the Ogden nature center. For our service we received two free tickets to Disneyland. When we went to Disneyland to claim out tickets they gave us those awesome Ms Piggy pins.
Genius on Disney's part, really. I imagine they have to have about the same amount of workers there whether it's super busy or not, and just think of all the money the made in extra sales of food etc. having all those people there. -I know Ryan and I spent a ton. Most volunteer people upgraded their tickets to a two or three day pass or park hopper too. -which was not free. smart Rober Iger, smart.

My birthday .... last NOvember

Last November I turned 30. fun. To ease the pain I spent the day at the happiest place on earth!

IT WAS AWESOME. I love going to Disneyland with family because it's really fun to be all together and see the kids having fun, but Disneyland with just two adults is a whole different experience. Ryan let me be the queen and call all the shots ( sooooo different from real life....sarcasm) so I picked all the rides and I even finally broke down and got those ridiculous mickey ears.
Every time I go to Disneyland I want those ears but they're such a rip off. I figured it was go big or go home this time -being the birthday time and all, and I new that I could make Ry wear them too.
The following comment made all thirty bucks we spent on hats worth it. We were standing in line at the peter pan ride and Ryan of course was standing there in all his mouse ear glory. Some random person walking by looks at Ryan and mutters under his breath, "that's one big ass mouse." hahahaha. awesome.
We even went to the blue bayou for my first time ever. It was amazing! Seriously,...It's going to be hard not to go there every time now. Oh well. Definitely worth it on my birthday. Geeez writing this post makes me want to go do it all over again tomorrow. Sad. We had a blast!

Con-truck-dictions

Often times I find myself in quite a contradicting situation and think it's funny. My favorite being the title inspiring "con-truck-diction." I know, I know,.. the wit amazes even the owner.

I will be at Sunflower market (a natural organic produce store comparable to "sprouts" for you Mesa-ers) toting organic greens in my "save the planet" reusable grocery sacks. Then, purchase complete, head out to my gigantic environment stomping natural resource binging ridiculously over sized truck. As I'm loading the groceries, and consequently myself, into the truck I wonder how many sunflower attendees are shaking their head in confusion.

Tonight another such contradicting event occurred. I rode Scoot over to the Murray High track and jogged quite a bit. Now, when I jog, -even just a little, my whole face turns red and I look as if I've only just barely escaped a war zone. -panting, wild look in the eyes and all. As I've mentioned I did more than just a little jogging so all of these lovely conditions were heightened.

Well tomorrow morning we're having a salon meeting before our day begins and so I thought that I would be charitable and bring in some delicious made from scratch banana cupcakes. -my mother's recipe, thus delicious. I noticed before I left for the track that we were out of sugar, so on the way home I stopped by the grocery store for the goods.
Well, I happened to run into two different people from my ward and passed by many more unknown in the store. There I was looking like I had just finished a marathon and carting around the biggest bag of sugar that they sold. I wonder if I looked as odd as I felt.

the kids

My awesome brother and sister gave Ryan and I the gift of life for Christmas. it was a butterfly kit. You sent a card and in return received caterpillars in a jar. -these then cocooned themselves and you move them into a netted cage and then they hatch. I must say, moving them into the cage was one of the most disgusting things I've ever done. -and I've done a lot. Their green slimy "waste" was everywhere and it was kinda creepy the way they were dangling from what looked like a spider web. It was all worth it a week or so later when they hatched. These pictures suck, but it really was pretty cool. If I had kids I'd definitely do it again.

I felt kinda bad keeping them alive on orange slices in that tiny little cage, so we decided to let the kids spread their wings -of course litterally, and I stuck them outside. They probably all ended up getting eated by birds, but hey, they had their time in the sun. Thanks Ken and Monica! -You didn't think I'd really send away for them did you,...well I did and it was cool.

home made pesto

So this summer I decided to get a little crazy and plant some herbs on my balcony -I consider this is crazy because I kill everything green aside from a bamboo plant that my sister in law Becca got me. (I'm going on three years with that bad boy now ...I know)

Well, One of the herbs is a basil plant. I thought that I would use it a lot, but I just didn't make anything requiring fresh basil this summer. Well, I knew I had to use it soon because winter's a com'n, so I decided on my first batch of pesto. -the pine nuts sitting on my shelf helped inspire this decision.

I was AMAZED at how much basil it took to make just a small amount of pesto. Geeeez, it nearly took the whole plant to make like a cup. A client recently informed me that you can use parsley as well to help cut back on basil usage.

We threw it on some sandwiches with a bit of rotisserie chicken and arugula and it was so good! Sadly my basil plant is practically gone now, but one can hardly be sad about that fact whilst eating delicious pesto

Portland!!!

I went to visit my best Allison in Portland a couple of weeks ago. She's the best host you could ever ask for. She took work off to hang out with me and did a lot of random things that she new I'd love! Sadly I never remember to take pictures but I did manage a few. The above is of us attending Mozart's Grand Mass. Yes I am in jeans -that's what they do here. Yes I picked the naked lady to be in our background. Along the concert line, we also went to see Pagliacci and Carmina Burana neither of which I had seen live. I really liked them both -Pagliacci the best. Way fun.

She also took me to this way cool hotel up on hood mountain where we got the most insanely delicious hot chocolates of my life. This hotel was way cool on the inside but is mostly known for the outside. This hotel is the one they used in the Shining -one of the creepiest movies ever. AWESOME eh? I was so excited to be there. On the movie whenever they show the outside of the Overlook hotel they're showing this hotel that we were at.

A close up because I know you wanted one. She also took me to all of the markets which was awesome. I even bought a print from a painting there and it's hanging on my wall right now (it's very halloweenie and I love it -I'll show it in another post) I did manage to get a picture of this awesomeness though. Allison has become quite the amazing parallel parker. In this particular spot neither of us realized that there were tiny columns along the sidewalk, and she ended up getting this close to one of them without knowing it. Lucky? Uh ya. I couldn't get out of my door and we ended up having to wait for a Chinese class to get out before we could move -long story.

We went on a super awesome ghost tour around downtown Portland at night and we had some EXTREMELY interesting people on the tour with us. It was quite comical actually. We went to a ton of cool farms and saw some beautiful produce and stuff, we ate at some great places, and we saw the coolest old pub/haunted hotel ever. It was really fun. Thanks so much Allison for letting me come and hang and spending so much time with me -and for the delicious sandwiches that you made me!

Derby

Ryan's been most anxious for me to post about the derby. So here it is sweetheart in all its white trash glory.


So, this may quite well be my favorite thing to buy a ticket for. I first became acquainted with the demolition derby my first semester at USU. (every year at the beginning of fall semester Preston ID throws a big) I could not BELIEVE that I'd never even heard of such a thing before. I instantly fell in love and have enjoyed the smashing of cars since. It had been a few years since I'd been though and Ryan and I had never been together so we found one way out west this summer and went with our awesome friends the Ferres.

I'm really lame and didn't get a lot of pictures but it was a really good derby. They even had a figure 8 race where cars got flipped over! It's funny because you want to cheer but at the same time you're like,... uhm, are they ok? -and they were. In fact, both times the driver shimmied out the window, grabbed a few other guys to help and they flipped the car back over climbed in again and started back in at the race. Awesome.

My Golden Retriever

I've decided that were Ryan to wake up next to me tomorrow as an animal he would be a Golden retriever. I've come to that conclusion because of a few traits that he shares with our canine friends.

He's always happy and loving, food has the noticeable ability to heighten said happiness to extreme proportions, he's really quick to forgive, he's always excited to see me, and he loves naps. So maybe a lot of guys have all these things going for them, but there's one thing my Ryno has that I doubt many other guys exhibit.

Search and retrieve.

Not with just anything though -as dogs typically bring their "masters" items such as dead birds and rats, bones etc, Ryan brings me the remotes. Anytime we sit down to watch TV he hunts down all of the remotes, tv/dvd/cable, and lays them out in a neat row before me then stands back to gauge my approval. He seems to take pleasure in this too

Maybe you have to see it in action to appreciate the humor, but it's funny.

I should note as well, that this does not only apply to the TV in the family room. We usually fall asleep to the TV in our bedroom (I know I know,...terrible habit) and if there's a time when I get home after he has already fallen asleep (usually after a late night of hanging with my Logan gals) I find him tucked into bed with the remotes to the bedroom TV laid out in a neat row on my pillow. hehehehe. He's so wonderful. How in the world did I end up in a marriage with total control of the TV? -and I don't even have to look for it or find it first, it's handed to me!

Maybe he figures if I have total reign over the TV at my fingers I'll feel my control need met and won't try to interfere in other areas of his life. If so, smart Ryan,...very smart. I do try to be a fair ruler though and not abuse the power of the remote. -I keep it on mutually enjoyed shows and save Iron chef for when he's not home.

UFO

My mom came up in Aug JUST for me!!!! She flew in Wed night and then Thursday we headed up to Logan for the Utah festival operas! We've done this before (a few years ago) and believe me, it is not for the faint of heart. On the first day you hit a matinee and then you have a few hours after that before you have to be back for an evening performance. Then you crash at a hotel and do it all over again the next day. -another matinee and evening performance. It's super awesome if you like musicals and operas (which we do) but I think that Ryan would rather be whipped than try to sit through four performances in a row.

This year the performances were as follows

The sound of music -which I thought would be my favorite and turned out to be my LEAST favorite

Guys and Dolls -which I didn't realize "luck be a lady" and "I love you a bushel and a peck" were both from (all of the old people in the audience did though ...and believe me, there were a LOT of white heads bobbing to bushel and a peck)

La Triaviata which I'd never seen performed before and totally fell in love with but had to laugh because it was the stereotypical opera with a fat lady dying at the end

and the barber of seville which I have seen before, but I've never seen it done this well. It was hilarious. I think even Ryan would have enjoyed it. I have to say though, I feel like an idiot because during the overture my mom leaned over and asked who wrote it and I said Mozart. DUH Rossini wrote it. a few days later I realized what I had said and have been meaning to call her and set the record straight, but forget to mention it. I hope you're reading this mom.

So here's the thing about the sound of music. (and guys and dolls too) The lead female roll they gave to (big surprise) Vanessa Ballam -Michael Ballam's daughter. (he runs the whole thing) I wouldn't really care except that she sucks. She sucks SO bad. It was really quite ridiculous and I don't even know what to say about it other than just thinking about it right now is making me pissed all over again. There are so many talented girls out there that it kind of breaks my heart that they would give BOTH leads to her when she's so bad (both at singing AND acting) that it ruined the show. I'm seriously considering writing a letter of protest to UFO cuz really, I can't sit through another performance with her in it and I REALLY hope that my mom and I can do this again.

Other than the Vanessa business, it was so much fun. I love my mom and I'm so glad we share this love of the fine arts. It was such a blast bunking with her and walking to our shows and having dinner together. OH, and kind of cool, the prophet showed up for sound of music too! (that kind of thing happens in Utah) I wonder if he was as offended by Vanessa Ballam as I was. Even if he was, he probably wouldn't say anything mean like I do. He definitely wouldn't blog about how much he hated her. I really hate her.

Thanks for an AWESOME time mom !!!!!!

"I was saving sugar for my wedding night"

There's a boy in my ward that I have to post about. He's a really sweet well mannered nice boy, and every time Ryan and I see him we crack up laughing. He has the coolest hair EVER but we just can't help thinking it reminds us of,...well,...














Are we crazy? All it takes is for one of us to bust out a Tod quote and we're gone. Our personal favorite is actually a Ned quote "well I wish you didn't have the devil's curley red hair" We love this kid. He makes Sacrament meeting entertaining.

grassy knoll more

The other day Ryan and I were in the family room and all of a sudden Ryno's eyes lit up, his ears perked and he exclaimed, "THAT'S A BACK HOE!" ummmm,...excuse me? He ran to the window, threw open the blinds, and sure enough a back hoe was driving down our street. As funny as that is, Ryan's uncanny ability to identify construction equipment by sound is not the reason for this post. A back hoe was driving down our street because our little creek across the way was very close to overflowing and the city was bringing in sandbagging goods. We were headed out to our date a bit later and saw a bunch of people in the condos across the street (condos that back up to the creek) sandbagging.

Well we decided to join the sandbagging festivities. An hour or so into it, word got out (as it always does) and the Mormon battalion showed up and there were so many people there that we thought we could sneak away for dinner and a movie (Loco lizard in park city and Iron man 2) Around midnight we got a call that they still needed people so we came home changed clothes and were at it again until around 1 ish. yuck.

It flooded SOOOOO much. the river spilled out into the street and parking lot and the park that the river goes by had water up to six feet deep where there's usually no water. Sad Day. traffic's been a nightmare and there's tons of debris all over the place. It's since gone down a bit, but it's still really high. my arms are seriously sore from hauling all those 50 lb bags. lots of fun. And the poor geese lost the little grassy knoll that they so enjoy hanging out on.

So the picture above is of the bridge that the water goes under to cross the street. Usually there's a good 3/4 feet clearance and as you can see, that's not the case. That picture was taken in the evening when we started sandbagging and the river rose at least two more feet by the time it peaked. Some of the bridges in Murray park are submerged. Pretty crazy.

Scissor to the knuckle.

The other night I was over at someone's home cutting their hair when all of a sudden...woops, a big flap of skin had been chunked off the top of my knuckle. It was some kind of gnarly and my whole arm kind of went numb with a touch of shock. luckily I stopped my sheers in time and it didn't cut completely through so I gingerly placed the flap back down, put a few band-aids on and finished up the haircut. I am a soldier. When I was walking home (they're in my ward -right across the way) I looked down and blood had soaked through all three layers of band-aid. sick huh? The picture above doesn't do it justice -stupid 4 megapixel camera, but it's gross and I'll probably have a scar. =( Of course I've nipped myself here and there before, but this is my biggest wound yet. I'm hoping this is as bad as I'll ever get. I'm just glad i got had made the apt to have my sheers sharpened the next day instead of that morning. -they were extremely dull when the damage was done. Imagine if they had been at their peak.

two interesting tidbits

So there are a couple of interesting things relating to the picture above. First is that it is actually NOT a plate of potato salad that Ryan has brought home for me and Second is the manner in which he acquired this plate of interest.
So the stuff looks JUST like potato salad. It's so weird. You shove a fork full into your mouth preparing for savory mushy potato goodness and your buds are immediately hit with,....sweet and creamy??? This, my friend, is the trickery of the snickers salad. snickers candy bars chopped up into small pieces with diced granny smith apples all tied together in a vanilla pudding whipped cream concoction. Weird? absolutely. Delicious? absolutely. Ya, you're kind of sad that you're not getting to eat potato salad and you do feel a little misled, but you can't really be bummed for too long because, um, it's snickers salad. Who in the world would be sad to be eating snickers salad. Not me.
So now you're wondering how in the world Ryan came to bring this home or even know about it. (I had certainly never heard of it before) Well people, how do I even phrase this...ryan ryan ryan. He,...well he works it. I'm not even sure what he's doing, but it's working because he is CONSTANTLY bringing home treats from all the female students at his school. (If you can't remember or didn't know), Ryan works for everest college and although he doesn't teach anymore, he still has a lot of interaction with the students. I'm thinking that somehow, somewhere along the way he sent some sort of message that could have been any number of things; my wife doesn't feed me enough treats, you'll get a better grade if you bring me a delicious tasty, my wife doesn't know how to make very good treats...the list goes on. -NONE of the above are true, bye-the-way. Or maybe that's not even it. Maybe he pulls a high school girl maneuver and sneaks a backpack of skanky clothes out the door with him in the morning, changing before he gets to work. Would a little leg be enough to make those girls want to shower him with sugar? perhaps. and they do. FULL PIES! not even kidding. More than one student has given him a full pie of his very own and one student even made him TWO full pies. The last pie that he got came with a brand new can of whipping cream. I feel the need to point out that Ryan doesn't even like pie. In fact, he barely eats treats of any kind (a terrible thing that I've been working relentlessly on curing him of for the last three years). So,... who ends up eating all this crap? me. of course me. no wonder I'm turning out to be such a little butterball. This is my cross to bare. -and if you hadn't already guessed, the snickers salad did, in fact, come from a student. but he did eat most of that one -thank heavens.

hair on hold

So unfortunately I'm not going to be able to do hair for about a month and a half. =( This morning as I was headed out to do the usual day off errands I may have hit the guy in front of me at a stop light. The Mazda wasn't harmed toooooooo much, but unfortunately my wrist can't claim the same. The air bag was deployed and my hand happened to be in the wrong place. Ryan and I spent all day in the ER only to discover that I now have a hairline fracture in my radius. oh fun. How crappy is this though? The last time I had a cast it was made of this awesome plaster of Paris stuff that was easily taggable. I was kind of expecting the same thing -despite the fact that the medical industry has had at least twenty years of advancement since then. The new stuff, albeit baby blue, is so rough and fibrous that you can barely get a set of initials on that cast without destroying your sharpie. It sucks! Everything about this cast is so extremely annoying ESPECIALLY typing. All I have to work with good old lefty is a couple of fingertips and a thumb that occasionally makes an appearance. On the up side, Ryan will be doing a lot more for me around the house; cleaning, cooking, massaging my feet, typical servant boy stuff. I'm already thinking of possible outfits for him to don. ...something slutty. Hey, whatever it takes to distract from the tight annoying cast right?

I guess it's a kind of a good thing that the cast has put me out of commission work-wise, because we're down to one car now while they decide if the Mazda is salvageable. I'm secretly hoping it's not, because obviously the only thing that's kept us from getting a Maserati is the fact that we already have a Mazda that's been in perfect working condition. So we'll see I guess. Maybe THAT's what I'll do all day long. shop online for Maseratis. (just in case).

oh, ps, my hair is dark now. Even though the red/orange was really pretty and I've never had so many people say to me, "is that your natural color?" or "oh! you guys are going to have red headed kids for sure" it was just fading way too quickly all the time. But the dark is good too! and, AND it has a really awesome green streak in it. I was trying to talk everyone I know into putting some green in their hair but no one would do it so I had to step up and handle it. You can't see it in this picture, but trust me, it is very cool looking. I get a lot of comments on it too, but happily no one has yet mistaken THAT for something my body produced naturally.

I need a fly swatter

I am coming down off a total adrenaline rush and now I have a bit of a situation. It's a nice spring day (I can say spring day right??? it's almost APRIL for crying out loud -I'm choosing to ignore the forecast for the weekend) So I got back from the Dr this morning and what did I find? a freaking WASP in my home -and were it ONLY a white Anglo-Saxon protestant. No no...it was the awful huge flying bug that can sting relentlessly and never dies. (I should have said "sting relentlessly without dying" but in my nightmares they never die so I'm letting it ride)

It was downstairs swooping through the air and checking out our light fixtures for potential nests, I'm sure, and I couldn't handle it so I went upstairs to hide. What else was I supposed to do? We don't currently own a fly swatter, it was flying all over the place, and I really really really hate them. I figured, Fine. If it wants to busy itself making a home in my light instead of trying to find a way out and then getting pissed because it can't and then getting in the stinging mood, I'm ok with that. I'll just have Ryan destroy our lights when he gets home. Problem solved.

So I ventured downstairs briefly to grab some water (avoiding the nest making zone) and on my way back upstairs happened to look down (thank you Divine power of intervention) RIGHT before I was about to step on THE WASP! yes, that is correct. It was CLIMBING the stairs to find me. What. The. Hell. I ran into my bathroom and shut the door.

Now I realize this all sounds dramatic over a stupid bug, but really...I hate them. a lot. I hate bees because they sting you, but at least then they die. I like to think that they take that into consideration and thus only sting when left with no other choice. wasps do not have such thoughts in their head and they're a lot bigger. I must have had a traumatic experience when I was little or something because I really do just freak to a ridiculous extent.

So my rational side had a bit of a chance to catch up to me whilst sequestered in the loo and I realized that I could not spend the entire day in there. I also realized that 'it' being on the ground was actually an advantage for me so I looked around frantically for something to kill it with. (things that I didn't care if they got wasp juice on). I grabbed a hand towel and whipped it with it. Let me explain. In times without a fly swatter I have seen people do this and kill flying bugs with it. mistake. it is NOT the ideal tool for eliminating a wasp. It just got so pissed. --maybe a tiny bit stunned, but certainly not dead, just really pissed. I knew it was going to attack so I grabbed a nearby shoe and slammed it a couple of times. STILL not dead but a little dazed. Crap. crap crap crap. Back to the bathroom for something else. HAIRSPRAY! I sprayed it with a rather extensive stream of aerosol Sebastian maximum hold and still it crawled around. HOW IS IT DOING THIS? I figured the shoe idea was good, my shoe just wasn't heavy enough. RYAN's shoe to the rescue and it died. At this time I would just like to say, that it's seriously a bummer he just wasn't here in the first place. Isn't that supposed to be one of the perks to being married? bug removal?

Now I'm faced with a dilemma. This tragedy happened right at the top of my stairs. I am not interested in picking the thing up and I don't want to accidentally step on any dismembered limbs that went flying in the take down. Is it wrong the I'm really going to leave it there until Ryan gets home to remove of it? Of course I'm going to put a glass over the top of it in case it really isn't dead and just tricking me, but that's about as close as I'm willing to get. Sorry for the long post. I feel better after letting it all out though.

Ryanism

So the other morning Ryan and I were in the bathroom getting ready and we were discussing a text that I had sent him the day before. The conversation ended, a silent minute or so passed, and then Ryan turned to me and said, "honey, we're textually active" hehehe. Good one. And yes. Yes we are.