Who knew?

This was sent to me by a friend...it's actually a decent picture of me AND Ryan where one of us isnt making a weird face (on purpose or accidental). This was taken at a barbecue with some people I work with.

Go Dawgs, Sick 'Em!!!

Even though my Tigers are not doing so hot this year, I can't forget about my Georgia Dawgs! I am so proud of the game this past Saturday!

A) It was a great game!

B) They beat Bama!

Who can ask for anything more?!

I guess Auburn could, but the thing is that Auburn fans consider it a winning season as long as they beat Alabama in November. Even if we lose every other game on our schedule, we would be happy (probably vice versa).

BUT, one out of my two teams beating Bama is a step in the right direction. Go Dawgs Sick 'Em and War Eagle!!!!!!!

Another Early Breakfast

On today's menu: a box of tampons

Damn dog.

Early Breakfast

The other night, I drove the half hour drive to my new place. If you don't know anything about Fishers, IN, let me explain. Fishers is the type of town where- stereotypically- you have high end professionals and well-to-do families living. The moms are dressed all cutesy and make-upped just to go run errands. Everyone knows the type of town I am talking about. However, intermingled among the "Fishers type" you have people such as me. We just dont give a shit. There goes the neighborhood!

When I got close to the house I turned into Kroger and went to get essentials: peanut butter, jelly, bread, milk, cereal. Here I was walking among the Fisher's moms all done up while I am in an untucked BSU polo and khaki shorts, tired as hell with bags under my eyes and my hair in a wind blown pony tail. I got my stuff and went home to resume the unpacking of the house and a wonderful gourmet dinner of PB&J.

I woke up yesterday morning (late) and was rubbing my eyes when Rocky comes running in and jumps on the bed. He drops something on my lap. I look at it (up close cuz I'm not wearing my contacts) and realize that it is the butt-end piece of a loaf of bread. "Oh crap," I said and jumped up and went downstairs. In my mind's eye I saw pieces of bread scattered throughout the house that I would have to pick up piece by piece. When I got down the stairs I walked into the dining room...nothing. I walked into the living room...and I saw it. All that was left of that loaf of bread was the other butt-end piece of the loaf and a completely decimated wrapper. I just stared at it while Rocky panted beside me. "Are you freakin' kiddin' me?!" I asked the droopy dog face. "You ate the whole loaf!!!!!! I just bought that last night!" Ryan came down after me, saw the wrapper and the other butt-end piece of the loaf and started laughing. I told him it wasnt funny and immediately started to laugh too.

Moral of the story: Dogs don't like the butt-end pieces of bread either! Who knew?

Steve Carell

I didn't watch the Emmy's Sunday night but I saw this on the Today Show Monday morning and laughed all day about it.

SteveCarell

I think Steve Carell is one of the funniest people on the planet!!! This cracks me up!

The move

Sunday was the big day. Ryan and I moved in together. We are in a house in Fishers, IN. It's freakin' huge and in a really nice neighborhood. I'm actually very intimidated by the house and the neighborhood, but apparently we can afford it. There are some monster houses in this neighborhood. I just hope no one catches on that we are actually poor. I'm serious! This neighborhood is friggin' nice! We are renting for now with the option to buy (probably not anytime soon). I will post pictures up when we get it in some sort of order.

It took us the entire day to move our stuff from my old place in Muncie. The main reason being, as Ryan put it, "you have a lot of crap." Yes, yes I do. While we were packing up my crap I have found out that Ryan is apparently in disguise the majority of time from his alternate identity: "Super Packer." He is all about making everything fit, come hell or high water. And of course, I "have no idea what it takes or what I am doing." So the theme of the day for me was "get out of the way."
I would try to help him move a piece of furniture or adjust something and if I didn't do this to his exact specifications (that I was supposed to know through my telepathic abilities) I was told to "get out of the way." Talk about a power trip. But to give him credit he (with my obviously poor packing ability) managed to get all of our crap onto a 17 foot U-Haul. It was packed to the brim.

So far everything is kind of foreign to me in this new place but I think it is going to work out really well. Rocky freakin' loves it with all the space to run around. Dammit is slowly adjusting. More on the house as it happens....

For laughs

I dont know why but this makes me laugh!!!

SingingHippo

Birthday Boy #2!!!!

My dad's birthday was on August 30th. He is 57 years young. Sorry I didnt get a post up on the day but here is your "shout-out." Happy birthday Daddy-o!


Pay no attention to the REALLY bad picture of the two of us...it looks like I have a double chin.