Thursday, May 25

Hair Chop.... Choppity Chop!

OMG!!!!! What did I DO!?!?!?!?!?


Nah, just joshing. I LOOOOVE it! :D

Kat! A Kitty Kat! And a meow meow meow and a meow meow meow!

SOOO BIIIIIG!


El Chubbo


MEAAAAN Kitty!!!

Tuesday, May 23

I know, it's been a long time...

But I guess I feel like not all that much super exciting has been happening in my life. Just work and hardly any play. But it's nice to be able to afford things, now.

Anyway.... Two weekends ago was Jennifer's grad party. It was a good time, I was having fun shocking the ladies there. I grew up and I don't think most of the noticed. So now that I am an old married lady I feel like I can pretty much say anything and not have to feel like I'm just some naughty college kid who was doing things they shouldn't have when they weren't married. Haha. It's pretty fun. I don't think that most of them realized what I could be like. That was Saturday. Friday night we went to Tobies with my mom and she had a couple of Colorado Bulldogs (!). Then we went to the cafe to have something to eat. I refused to leave town without her eating anything. She needs some meat on those bones of her. Not that I'd wish my issue on anyone, but she needs some.

Sunday we went to Peggy and Rick's, and saw how the building is going in Alissa's house. It's going to be a fantastic (and huge) house. I said that I was jealous, and Peggy was like, "But you're not jealous of the payment - it's a lot!" And I said, "No, I'm just jealous of having a house, any house. Some place you can do whatever you want with out having to ask permission first." No. I'm not jealous of Alissa's house. Even though I think a better word would be 'envious'. Then we went home, and Dave and Brenda and Scott stopped by, they visited for a little while, then we grilled steaks and had a romaine lettuce and mandarin orange and feta cheese and craisin and walnut salad with raspberry vinagrette (even though I like creamy poppyseed dressing better) and grilled steaks. Nummers. Tyler irked me because that morning he was like, 'I have to make it to Mora some time today' and we didn't even eat until like, 4. He seemed like he was grudgingly spending time with his family on Mother's day. When he wanted to go hang out with this 19 year old girl with a kid. Ptch. The drive home was uneventful even with kittens crawling everywhere.

This past weekend was Microbrew Fest, Shaun's 3rd favorite holiday. It's a 6.5 hour drive for us now. :( Luckily I got yesterday off, so we could drive back then instead of Sunday after MBF. (I mean, God forbid we leave it early!!) Haha. Anyway, that was fun. We brought the cats (I don't trust them alone for 3 days) and at first they disliked Callie, which was shocking, because she is less hyper than Spook. We think it was because she was scared of them while Spook wasn't. Funny story: Cora really disliked her, so Shaun held her up to Callie for her to smell. Cora was curled into a little ball and growling away. Then all of a sudden she started spitting and batted at Callie (remember, no claws) who promptly dropped to the floor and whimpered like she was clawed to death. It was pretty hilarious.

On our way back yesterday we stopped at Acoustic to have lunch. They were (OF COURSE) out of pita pockets, so I called my former co-worker Ben and we decided to have lunch @ Quizno's in Menomonie. It was good catching up with him. Then when we got home we went to see the DaVinci Code. It was pretty good. And that's my life up until now. :) See, pretty boring, eh?

Sunday, April 30

Sorry!

For all of the ranting on my last blog. But I had to get it out in a constructive manner. It helped! :) And now for some (what I think can be, anyway) unbearable cuteness:

Dora in the kitty tower from where she can spy on the parking lot.



Cora all tired.



Cora's eyes are different colors. This happened after she was closing her 2nd eyelid shut over the eye. It started turning brown. But when the day came for her vet appointment, her eye was all better.


Shaun's parents are in town tonight, and then the Mohrs might come to the cities tomorrow to go to the Mall of America. Chris's 'final' project is monday night - a meal! I wish I could go. Heehee.

It's funny, I was just thinking about how every weekend from now until June had us doing something. ALREADY! Amazing. Shaun's parents this weekend, Festival of Nations, Jennifer's grad party, beer fest, and then memorial day weekend. We're thinking of going camping. It's just crazy how quickly things book up!

I have to thank Shaun's aunt and uncle for giving us two more couches. We really appreciate it! Now all we need is endtables, and it'll look like we have a REAL living room!

Gotta get to bed. Have a great weekend everyone!

Thursday, April 27

Stupid bleeping drivers

So... the thing I hate worst about work is the drive. I drive approximately 7 miles one way. I do go on the nearest interstate, 494, to get to work. In the mornings sometimes it's backed up basically as soon as I get on to it, and sometimes it's free and clear. So that's hit or miss. But in the evenings basically it is backed up the ENTIRE 7 miles. Going 10mph, if I'm lucky. But what usually happens is that I am stuck in the back-up, and the people coming down the onramp cause everything else to back up, and the people around here don't practice their 'Minnesota Nice' very much. Don't people figure out that maybe if they did, people would be less angry and there's be less accidents and road rage incidents? Anyway, so there's these people trying to merge over, and their lane merges into ours. Well, the people behind me who are in their huge fancy SUVs and BMW/Mercedes Benz 4 door sedanboats or zippy little sports cars or their 1988 Honda Accords that are rusting to pieces decide that they have been injustly caused to wait, and decide to use the onramp as an additional lane, then realize that it's not actually a lane, and then decide to cut back in. Nearly causing accidents. And making poor people like me wait that much longer. Who practice their Minnesota nice.

The super sad part is that I have been practicing this a lot less lately. Everyone else driving like a you-know-what makes me less inclined to be nice. There's the people who use the exit ramp as a shortcut around .5 miles of backed up traffic, then hold up the people who are trying to use the exit ramp to actually exit. So that they can get to work. Then there's the people in the parking ramp who, as you are backing out, decide that they are more important and back up in front of you and cut you off and then putt putt around the parking ramp with you stuck following them all the way out. I'm not even going to start in about people who cannot do the posted speed limit in 70 degree sunny weather, or the people who don't use their turn signals and then slam on their brakes at the last possible second.

I really dislike what driving has done to me. It has started to make me a constantly irritated un-Minnesota Nice person. Grr.