Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A day to forget... that I never will.

My brother is staying the week with us before moving back to Jayton. He lost the keys to his truck so he can't drive it so I've been taking him to work in the morning on my way to class. (luckily he gets a new key tomorrow so I can sleep in just a little later) This morning as we were leaving I, in such a rush, grabbed my purse, slung it over my shoulder, locked the door from the inside and shut it. Well as soon as I heard the click I realized my big mistake. My keys were in the house. Not just my house keys but my car keys! So after trying the garage door, back door and almost every window we broke down and called Trent. Luckily his boss let him leave work to come unlock the door for me but we had to wait outside in the cold morning (7 am) until he got there. I made it to school on time and Clinton to work on time so I thought everything was going to be okay.


I get out of class and trek the mile back to my car where I notice some red glass looking stuff behind my rear drivers side tire. Slowly scaling my car up I see the damage. Someone hit my car and broke the tail light. Luckily there were no dents and only a tiny, little scratch that no one will ever see. There was no note, no nothing - except for the broken light cover. The damage - $105 to buy a new light. Oh a joyous day. Yet somehow still, through it all, God put me in a good mood :)

Monday, March 16, 2009

Skateboards and Bottoms

Since I have requests for this video from family so often, I decided to post it on here so I don't have to explain how to get to it on Youtube.
While playing around at the skatepark (probably a year ago) four of us decided that we were going to experiment on skateboards. Me, My Husband, My Brother-in-law and a friend of ours who actually skateboarded. There was a short bar that the skateboarders used to 'grind' on and we thought we would see who could skate up to the bar, jump over the bar while the skateboard rolled under it, and land back on our skateboard (we used our enormous, intelligent brains to come up with this). So of course the actual skateboarder, Jared, made it over more than once, showoff. Well next thing I know my brother-in-law has made it. Poor Trent and I kept getting scared once we jumped off the board and were landing on the ground instead of back on the skateboard. I should have just gone with that and left gravity and whatnot alone. But I'm never one to turn down a challenge... Luckily another guy just happened to be recording this whole thing, luckily... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwGbYD9bbJI
(unfortunately I cannot embed this video so you'll have to follow the direct link if you want to watch it.)

Thursday, March 12, 2009

He won't bite... unless.

So Tynan, our big, buff, white boxer, is one of the biggest nerds you would ever meet. He is also a super sweet dog whose most favorite thing to do in the world is play with little dogs
(like our Pomeranian, Pippen and especially puppies).

So naturally if you've been around this dog all his life you would think "Yes he's big and all but he would never protect me because he's too sweet." Although I do notice occasionally that he gets a little defensive of me when a new guy comes around. So I guess if it really came down to it, he might protect me from a mugger or something.

Never in my wildest dreams would I think he would 'protect' me from my neighbor though! Here is my story:

Trent had just got home and was taking out the trash when he noticed a board from our fence (the one in between our house and our neighbor's house) had fallen down. So as he picks it up to put it back David (the neighbor) sees him and comes over to chat. There sitting there talking about whatever it is guys discuss through fences when he sees Tynan and reaches over to pet him. Poor David. :( All Tynan knows is that a hand is coming through this fence and is about to touch him, and he, being the territorial, protective dog that he is, goes to attack him! Trent immediately notices what Tynan is doing and takes action to stop him and David pulls his hand back as quick as he could. Well as my husband goes to apologizing to David, David tells him that 'he's just doing what he's supposed to do, it's okay.' So they finish their chit chat and head back into their houses. Well after a little while David is knocking on the door and asking Trent if he wants to come help fix the fence. Trent notices a band aid on his finger. While fixing the fence Trent asks if Tynan actually got a hold of David's finger... he did. David said that he got him pretty good, good enough that he had already been through one band aid and the one on his finger now is soaked in blood. He is not mad at all and actually laughed about it, because naturally Tynan is just doing his job in protecting our back yard and all. But Trent and I feel so bad that our dog made someone bleed!

Now I know what you're thinking, you're making a mental note to never come to my house. I swear he's not vicious, he really is one of the most unvicious dogs you would ever meet, unless a disembodied hand comes through his backyard fence.
We are now making I'm-so-sorry-my-dog-bit-you cookies.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

What is Grey anyway?

Information that will probably bore you to the bone but I need to know nevertheless...

Today I realized that my o.c.d. reeeeally shows when it comes down to laundry time.
It is laundry day (I have one every other weekend... that's how slow laundry gets done around this house, and it piles high and takes me forever to empty the laundry room) anyways - I started laundry around two which means I took all the laundry baskets into the laundry room and took about fifteen minutes going through each one and sorting the clothes. I have a laundry basket for whites, and one for the really dirty whites that I don't want touching my cleaner whites. I have a basket for kitchen and dusting towels and one for bathroom towels. I have a basket for bright colors and a basket for dark colors.
So where do Grey clothes fit in? I'm never really sure wether I want to wash them with the darks (since they're kinda black) or with the whites (since they're kinda white) or put them with bright colors because in all actuality, they are not dark enough to be black or light enough to be white. When it comes down to throwing clothes in the washing machine I've realized that I have never actually decided on a basket for them because I tend to find grey clothing in all color loads.

Maybe I will make a seperate baskets for Greys.... seems as though they're kind of important.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

my beautiful Hubby

*Warning: content of this post is mushy and might possibly cause gagging from those who are not 'into' the whole 'in love' thing.*

Trent is amazing. Sometimes I just stare at him and can't imagine why I got so darn lucky. God blessed me with a beautiful man, outside and in. And since he's so beautiful, I feel like I need to show him off.

Thanks babe for being you, and for being with me.

I love you.

Just some 'stuff'

My neice turned three the beginning of this week. It's still so weird to hear her talk and watch her grow up and stuff since I remember the day she was born. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when the growing, talking kids are mine. Yikes!
She's beautiful though:

I got a package in the mail today. Trent called when he got home and asked what I had ordered. (he always suspects me of 'online shopping without permission' lol) I promised that I had not ordered anything which got him curious as to what was in this FedEx box for me. "Well, it's from so-and-so in Houston." I still had no clue.
"You want me to open it for you and tell you what it is?"
Pause. Wait a minute. What did he ask? To open my mail? That's like asking someone to open your birthday presents for you.
"No you can't open it you crazy nerd!"
"But it will be sitting on the coffee table staring at me until you get home."
"I don't care, it's mine!"
Finally it dawned on me what it was - my monogrammed jogging suit I ordered a while back from a friends mom (who has a monogramming business). She had monogrammed my friend Meg a jogging suit to wear the morning of her wedding and I fell in love with it and wanted my own! Upon telling Trent this he lost all interest in my package.
"Oh, well since I know what it is now it won't bother me as bad."
Well good. I'm glad I could help you out there dear. :] He's such a nerd.

Anyway, this is the adorable jogging suit she made for Meg:
It says "Soon to Be Mrs. Kaminski" Can we say adorable?!

And this is mine! I'm so ready to wear it tomorrow!!
It says 'Mrs. Day' hehe! :] I love it.

So moral of story, it does not take much to make my day. Just send me mail and you'll be in my blog :]

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Hello Blog World... I've finally arrived

Greatness - I now have a blog, which gives me one for thing to do instead of my homework on weeknights. (other things being the oblivious Myspace and Facebook of course)
But possibly this might consume more time than the other two.
Luckily I did not have homework tonight, but I do have class tomorrow, and it is rather late (1 in the morning) seeing as I have to get up at 5:45. So I do believe I will be heading to bed.

But never fear, I will be returning most likely tomorrow with more interesting things to say.

Good Night!