OUCH!

From my 401k account…

 

Personal Rate of Return from 01/01/2008 to 11/07/2008 is -40.6%

 

Big Mistake

Big Mistake #7 - Feeding Your Puppy Hotdogs During Puppy Kindergarten.

Our Puppy Kindergarten teacher emailed me before the class started to tell us what to bring with us: a hungry puppy, a plethora of small treats to act as the reward for his "lessons", and two overly eager parents. Check, check, and check.

So we arrive with six hot dogs cut up into raisin-sized pieces, a hungry Murphy, and, well, two overly eager parents. Fast forward a day and a half later, and Murphy drops a deuce in our bathroom this morning. First time he's ever done that! We're astonished, and just chalk it up to a fluke.

Fast forward 8 hours, I arrive home after a long day at work, and there's.... evidence.... of another dropped deuce.

Fast forward... twenty minutes... and wow, that dog can clear a room with the smells coming out of his furry booty.

Nick arrives home from work, and gives me the stink eye. "Honey, what have you done??"

"It was him!" I point at the dog, and "It was her!" the dog points back at me. Nick's not sure who to believe, but in the end, Murphy rips one right in front of Nick and I win.

After some careful thought, we realize it must be from the hotdogs. And thus concludes our first Big Mistake as a married couple.

Indigo

Maybe it's the seasons changing {S.A.D.} or just the course of life's journey {omg sounds so cheesy} but I get sad when I think about friendships changing. It's inevitable, but as life progresses and people do different things, it changes your friendships. Not necessarily for the bad, of course, but still. One person gets married/buys a house/gets a puppy {me}, and settled into this new life, the things that she {err... I} thinks about and talks about and worries about and gets excited about are different from my former self. My former self who had these certain, specific friendships.  Every time you change one component of yourself, it alters the friendship accordingly.

 

In case my rhetoric isn't coming across corrently, it's time for a Stupid Metaphor!   Let's say I am Royal Blue, and my friend is Apple Red. Our friendship, together, is your Crayola Crayon Purple.  Now, I change a bit {see above paragraph} and am now Navy Blue.  My friend is still Apple Red, or even perhaps Maroon {if she herself has changed a bit} and now our friendship is a darker shade of purple. Indigo? Whatever. Doesn't matter, but I was just trying to show my point.  Purple and Indigo, while still very similar and not distinguishable by a three-year-old, are different things.

 

I don't mean to say that the second I got a ring on my finger or keys to a house, I became a different person. But over the course of this whole huge process, over the last year, I've definitely become Navy. No doubt about it. Still blue, but a different shade.

 

So, I mourn for my former Crayola Crayon Purple friendships, despite being extremely excited for this Navy Journey.  Can you be excited to move forward while still being sad about letting go of the past? I still have these wonderful friends, but I'm just learning how to get used to the new Indigos of my future.

All snuggled up on the couch with papa... Be still my heart.

Poor Mr. Murphy has to sleep in jail tonight (and every night).

I Hope They're Not BANKING On It (aka: Dumb Play On Words)

Funny Story:  So I recently got married (see: all posts below) and have gone through the process of legally changing my name. How old-fashioned!  With my new drivers license and social security card in hand, I call up my bank to ask them what documents I need to bring in order to change my name with my bank.  I’ve made that mistake too many times (wait in line at Secretary of State, only to have the wrong document in hand!) so I want to be prepared this time.  I pick up the phone.

 

“Hi, I’d like to know what documents I need to bring with me to change my name on my bank account?”

 

“Yes ma’am, not a problem, we can take care of that for you.  All you need to do is stop by the branch, bring ID, and your divorce papers.”

 

OUCH!

 

Mr. Murph is a pro at tailgating.

MSU HOMECOMING

Our new guy, Murphy. Love him!

Mmm... Breakfast

So, I was honestly going to take a picture of my delicious breakfast as an homage to my all-time favorite fruit - the red raspberry. As I set the bowl on the counter, what was that in the background... oh yes, a Kitchen Aid! I won't lie... the placement of the bowl was intentional, as I believe I have finally crossed the threshold of a domesticated almost-married adult with the gift of the Kitchen Aid. I also won't lie that I have no idea what to do with this thing. It's not like I'm whipping up cookies everyday, and that's all I really know to do with it.

HELP!