Together/randomness

Hi, this is B!

And this is Matt. (Matt just said: My throat feels like it's made out of hamburger.)

We are both very good Dr. Mario players. I'm better than Matt sometimes but not on the upper levels. I'm just a baby Dr. Mario player. I'm just littew...

So, Matt doesn't want to blog. I'm Mrs. Blog Person, but he's not Mr. Blog Person. He doesn't want to blog with me. Powercuddle, thrash at most games and puzzles, film fiddy hours of kids in tutus whose mothers are too uptight, wakeboard, baby talk to each other (actually, that mainly just goes one way), etc... but not blog, or go grocery shopping. We live together in a little happy family, complete with our pet rubber duckies (including a foster ducky head *ahem* see Emily's blog), and weirdo neighbors.

We love doing puzzles, and recently bought one that makes us put our head in our hands and say "Why oh why??!!". It's really cute on the cover though... a mama and baby polar bear on snow. WHY??!! Plus, we think it's defective. There are 2+ edge pieces that are missing, so we may just take it back to Wal-Mart and cry until they take it back. It's impossible, we just have to look at all the different shades of snow and try to find corners that match up. We have about 10 pieces put together, after 4+ hours...

Funny story (at my expense, but I think it's funny). We were lying in bed VERY late last night (I have been having problems staying up past 10 lately, my job is tiring), and talking, and Matt started talking about how gross his dads feet are getting, and I (in my sleepy haze) said "Yeah, I wanna rub lotion ALL over him". It was quiet for a second before Matt started dying laughing. In my mind, I'd been thinking about how dry his arms are, and wanted to make them be not so itchy...but it definitely didn't come out like that!

Thank you...

We are finally getting around to finishing our thank you notes from our wedding.  It has been a 6 month process, with a few tears and raised voices (mainly from my end; I used to be the get stressed out queen, but the last month has been great!!).  Matt just said something rather mean about me getting stressed out, so I'm going to go punch him.  Matt just stole my cookie too.  And even if I am staring straight at him, and know that he is about to scare me, it still scares me.  I wish we had what just happened on video, it was a perfect example.  He looked at me, and smiled, and while I was hoping for a kiss, I got a loud scary yell instead.  But I love my Few-kitty.  I love his baby little heart.  He makes everything in the world fun, even me being a psycho hose beast.  And thank you notes.  I had never written a single one in my entire life (more about my *ahem* unique childhood later), and I thought they were pretty lame.  A good idea, but why couldn't I have started with my 7th birthday or something? Why did I have to start with 200 + wedding thank yous, mainly to people I don't know? Because I'm turning into someone who isn't my mom, and likin' it! (Danny Noriega head movements here).  So, that's part of my story.  I must finish thank you notes and go find out who the next American Idol is! 

Oh bip... dreams and my new job.

Emily reminded me that I'd said I'd start blog after finals got out.  So here it is.  

Now I can't think of anything creative.  I'll start with one of my dreams; Matt finds these fascinating.  He is working for the Wyoming Public Broadcasting Station at the moment, so I have access to the computer without him breathing down my neck wanting to edit!!! Yay!! 

This dream happened two nights ago, and before I begin, I really appreciate the Stephenie Meyers series, but I have no desire to be Bella, or date Edward.  I'm happy for them, but I'm much happier with my own life, which has never happened before while reading a book! !! Matt is way funnier than Edward.  

My dream: We were going to a ska concert at CWC, in some classroom wing that doesn't actually exist.  The concert was awesome (I believe it was Save Ferris, or someone like them), but I had to go to the bathroom.  I left, and when I came back, everyone in the audience had changed into huge corn costumes, and started protesting against global warming.  It was really lame, so I went looking for Matt.  He was off in this secluded chamber, with this huge bed and red drapes, and he had turned into a vampire.  He's my husband, so we started kissing, but then I got a terrible earache! I started holding my ears, trying to make the pain go away, when all of a sudden they exploded, and all this blood and gunk flew out of them.  We ran out of the room, and found ourselves in a huge city, and started trying to find a bus to take me to the hospital.  Nobody would help us, so we wandered around for a really long time, and then I woke up with a really terrible earache.  

I am now working at a credit union.  I am no longer a nanny (which I already miss.)   I am now an intern that gets to learn pretty much everything that goes on at a credit union.  Today, we had new member orientation, which is basically where they scare you into not embezzling money.  I LOVE the women I work with; they are the most ornery bunch of "gals" I've ever known.  I've gained a really deep respect for people that come to work every day and work their tails off and love it.   I'm excited for the rest of the summer, but I'm also needing new shoes (heels for 8 hours yesterday was AWFUL!), and a lot more "business casual" clothing.  Although I did get away with checkerboard Vans today!! Well, I'm going to go watch bad war movies with my father in law.  Thanks for reading, and pray that I'll be able to sleep tonight!!!