Earned my beads for sure!

MArdi Gras!!! In case you haven't noticed I like to party--well let me rephrase that I am a very PG rated party girl, but none the less in my mind I'm a real party animal.  So just about every other day I find some reason to dress up, bake something delightfully delish, and celebrate.  So lucky for me I live in the good ol USA where holidays come in rich supply.  I kept sending what I would consider racy and flirty texts and emails to my hubby letting him know it's one of those party days teasing him that I'll get the party started he just had to bring the beads.  around noon I jumped in the shower so I could get all dolled up for Tim and take him to lunch at 1.  halfway through me singing and scrubbing Tim flings open the curtains and almost gives me a heart attack.  I was so excited to see him home I quickly jumped out so we could spend his always brief lunch break together.  I put on a jeans and a bra and quickly found us something to eat.  Tim only had about 10 minutes because he had to get to class he had rushed home because he forgot his book, but I told him the real reason was to see me he just didn't know it : ) We kissed good bye and as he was walking out the front door and I was making my way to our bedroom to finish getting ready he opened the door the UPS Guy was standing right there.  Here I was still in my bra and with cat like reflexes I ducked back behind some shelves mortified.  I could hear him asking for me by name and Tim just said he could take it and then shut the door in his face.   I'm hoping I was quick enough and Tim was tall enough so the poor guy didn't have to see my lovely show.  I defineately earned my beads this year.  UGGh I'm always making such a complete fool of my self.  Tim later texted me to tell my that ups guy looked really disappointed that he had answered the door and not me-- yep it had to be the same ups guy that is always extra friendly and waits until i come to the door, and now my husband has another reason to forever tease me about.  Oh well.  I know that won't be the end of making a total fool out of myself.  

Stupid Cupid

Love --------> > >
warning sappy hopelessly romantic mumble jumble ahead.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE valentines day.  I love the panic on all the guys faces as they struggle to find the perfect card, candy and bunch of flowers the night before.  I love all the cutezy bears, balloons, and decorations with hideous pink and red hearts all over that no one in their right mind would buy except on valentines day.  I don't care that the strawberries that were 88 cents the week prior are now $5.99 and flowers also have double in price.  I love chocolate obviously, the smell of burning candles, elaborate dates and gifts--I love everything about the day of love.   I particularly love that day because the man I adore and I'm crazy madly in love with proposed to me on that day 12ish years ago.  I don't remember every tiny detail, had I know he would have proposed that night I would have etched every waking breath into my eternal memory and labeled it best day ever, but I at least remember the gist of things.  I remember it was very very late I think around midnight and he came and snuck me out of my room and we drove down to the lake.  It was the perfect night and I remember the breathtaking view of all the stars and the full moon over a calm smooth like glass lake.  He uncovered a boat from under a tarp and set it into the water and rowed me out into the middle of the lake.  He lit candles and we had a candle lit dinner and I wish I could remember any of the most romantic and perfect words he whispered to me but not a one comes to mind and then he popped the question.  So um yeah valentines day is one of my favorite days.   

This valentines day ugh was well interesting.  I stayed up till 2 the night before getting things ready for the girls parties at school and making the perfect preparations for a rock awesome love fest.  The morning of I primped and pressed for like HOURS--yeah the older I get the much much harder it is to look somewhat decent but I managed.  I made Dr. Pepper cupcakes for everyone at Tim's office and then I drove down to his office to take him to lunch.  I swear it felt like I was driving through a mini hurricane and it was by far the most miserable day of the year.  I opened the door and the wind almost ripped it off the hinges.  I stepped out and I got cat calls left and right in a matter of minutes (my husband works right next to a college, so that's not saying much lol).  I kept getting whistled at and yelled at "yeah I'm talking about you" and so I turned around and it was B the lady Tim works with.  I smiled and said hi then walked into the office with my killer 6" red high heels.  My perfectly fwuffed hair got caught up in the tornado like wind and stuck all over my sexy shinning lips (great I spent hours just so I could look like I just step out of bed in a matter of minutes--I bet it was a riot to watch me trying to look all cute and sexy while being tossed around in the wind)  So I strutted my stuff as best as I could and kidnapped my hubby.  I wanted it to be a pleasant surprised but i guess i should have called first because he was scheduled to pick up a client at the car rental place.  Thankfully a guy offered to do it for Tim so he could go out with his beautiful wife--his words not mine.  As I dropped off  my cupcakes at B's desk she asked "why are you so pretty?"  I was tempted to say "just lucky I guess", but I don't really know her well so I said it's valentines day haven't you heard.  She told me her hubby and her don't celebrate it awe : ( i was so happy I spent over an hour making those delicious deserts from scratch so she could drown her sorrows.  She just kept saying I wish I had a wife to us lol.  When I finally pried Tim out the door he told me that I had a flat.  So he went back inside to get a jack and changed my tire in our awesome blizzard.  While at lunch he kept looking out the windows at the horrible storm {well if I'm going to be upstaged by another woman I guess mother nature is a worthy component. }  Tim was completely out of it and couldn't get his mind off of work--rats first the weather, then the tire, now a space cadet hubby.  The rest of the night didn't go as planned there was literally rain on my parade.  Tim finally got home from work and gave me a tiny heart box of  chocolate.  I guess he could see in my face that I was totally bummed out--I wish I wasn't so transparent.  So he said I was going to wait until later but it looks like you need this now and he pulled out the signature guarantied to fix everything move--yep that tiny little velvet box.  I pulled out the most beautiful necklace I knew from where he went it must have cost him an arm and leg.  let's just say from that moment on the night was perfect.   Happy V-Day!!!

Oh yeah I forgot I turned 30

I guess it's true the older you get the more you forget.  Everyone has told me horror stories for as long as I can remember about how horrible it is when you turn 30, but to be honest it's not as bad as everyone says.  I guess it's true what people say "once you turn 30 it's all down hill from there"  and going down hill is a lot easier than up hill people so you might want to look into coming up with a new phrase genius.  I don't feel any different, and for lunch today I ate a whopper, fries and had a Dr. Pepper and so far my thighs haven't exploded yet, but who knows the night is still young.  I've had an amazing 30 years and I can't wait to have another 50 to 60 more.  Oh the greatest thing I received was a card from Tim.  10 years ago my sister was turning thirty I we were trying to find a card for her and I found this hilarious card of a baby crapping himself and the card read look who's pushing turdy.  I almost died laughing--I know so immature but it was 10 years ago. . . ok not much has changed.  I told Tim that he had to get me that card when I turned 30.  obviously that card isn't going to be around 10 years later so he followed my poor little baby around with a camera waiting for the opportune moment and it was AWESOME!!! who would have thought I would have a baby of my own heck 4 babies dumping in their pants to make me smile.  BEST birthday ever. . . um next to the one I spent in Disneyland (Sorrry babe but it's Disneyland).

The Price Is Right.

Every quarter I drive almost 3 hours to go into the office for work and I get paid to party and to play games oh and to eat yummy food--have I mentioned I LOVE MY JOB...  Last time we played minute to win it and I did horribly, but this time we played the price is Right and I love that game!  Bob Barker you are my hero.  I was actually called down and won my showcase and had an awesome time.  I got two new bosses and I love them.  Tim took off of work to watch the kids so I was alone to go on a total spending spree.  I had a great time!   

How Not To Be Sexy

How not to be sexy??????????I know most married women probably don't even worry about this but given my history of being a heart breaker/home wrecker,this is on my mind a LOT.  I hate when guys try to hit on you when you are carting around all your kids in the grocery store or even worst when you're 9 months pregnant.  Guys please give a poor girl a break, not all housewives are desperate, and I know most soccer moms are really hot, but there are plenty of dumb ditty single girls to go hit on and take home with you.  I guess to be honest I don't mind all the special treatment and free stuff I get so I guess it's only fair to let the poor guy practice his pick up lines.  I enjoyed the free crazy bread and the guy at the auto store didn't charge me for a part I need today so thanks guys.
So last week I bought a new dress that I thought was totally not feminine or attractive in anyway it has a collar and buttons up like a guys shirt.  oh wait if you are a visual person like me it's similar to this but it's blue and from New York and Company 

so when I got home I ask my husband if he like my new dress and I told him I bought it because I was trying to be less sexy and he just laughed and told me that I had failed miserably and told me it looks like something I would put on just to take off because of the buttons down the front.  um look at the dress it's screams not flattering in anyway, but I guess I'm not a guy and my husband is no help to me at all.  I guess it's true if you are a woman and have a pulse then men with find you irresistible.  Oh well.  I guess my energy is better spent elsewhere.  Men.  

Corn holeling

So last weekend we went to a BBQ with so people from Tim's work and to bribe us to go B said we will be corn hole- ing. A game that sounds really dirty but it's not. Tim and I have this problem of being wickedly good at any games we play and it really annoys everyone, so we are always banished from being on the same team and we have to try hard to lose at everything. I tried really hard but I just happen to be a really fantastic corn holer. That definitely was the high light of the party--- Bs husband was so adorable he spent hours making the game and even sewed the little bags himself. We left early because there was this creep that wouldn't stop staring at me. Thank goodness he was one of Bs friend and doesn't work with Tim. The first thing I said to Tim when we got in the car was I think I knew everyone except one guy and he not so politely said-- who the freak that wouldn't stop staring at you. Hmmm I think it's time for my hubby to start lifting weights again because he noticed and didn't punch this guy out. I'm just teasing. I always wanted to be famous but mostly for the money not for the crazy stalkers. I've even become a shut in and when in a blue moon I do leave the house it usually sucks like that. Oh well at least Tim had fun, oh and I found an olympic sport I would probably get a gold in. Corn hole ing who knew. Well tomorrow's my birthday so I better get some sleep.