My weekdays (& most Saturdays) go something like this.
Marshall goes to school at 8:00 am.
I do "wife" things. I work online (it's my job). I go for a walk. I stare at the TV. I work more.
Marshall comes home about 5:30 pm.
We make dinner (notice the "we").
Watch the DVR while Marshall studies.
I spend a lot of time in this hot house. I need social interaction. Marshall is in study mode so I feel bad taking him away from his studies, but tonight, I needed out. After an emotional night and day, I needed a date.
So where do we go?
We had a coupon.
Also there was a going away party for Marshall's professor at the local suburb bar. So we had to make an appearance.
We might be doing a rotation in Miami. As are these 2 other people. So we attempted to spell Miami.
I got Biebered.
Overall, it was just what I needed to get out the house and take my mind off of things.
Last year for Christmas Marshall re-gifted (it was in the back of a closet for years) a gift and gave it to Gram and Pops.
And Gram loved it.
An Indian Jones whip.
She loved it as a sexual whip.
Come on, can you find 2 people more into each other than these lovebirds?
No you can't.
We're all praying for you!
My gram was recently diagnosed with pancreas cancer. The thought of her not being in my life breaks me. Some days are good, some are bad. Last night was one of those not so good ones. But Gram is strong and she has a team of people praying and loving on her. And one day when she goes, we know we will see her again. Because if there is one thing my grammie loves more than my papa it's our Heavenly Father.
Lots of prayers for Gram today. I'll be home in 2 weeks to hang out with her for 3 whole weeks! And I better not be coming home any sooner.
Thank you friends for your continued love and support.
It's about these little girls and their crazy moms and their even crazier dance teacher. Seriously, the dance teacher must have mental problems because the last dance competition the little 8 year old girls were big ole whores. And they didn't win. Seriously, one mom said that the girls looked like "prostitots" Prostitots. Now that's funny..
Also, their dance company is in Pittsburg. If they make their way to Philly for a competition I'm there.
These girls can dance.
This ridiculous show is Wednesdays at 10/9 c.... (now I'm the 10:00 time zone, it really throws things off)
We woke up at the crack of dawn, made the 15 minute drive to the airport, and dropped her in the hands of the Southwest workers. And now, I'm sad!
We had such a great time together. I'm glad she got to see where I live and what I mean when I talk about how people wear black socks and Adidas sandals and how much the Thriftway really does suck.
My husband is amazing and the pat 6 weeks of married life have been a blast, but there are times when I needed a girl friend. Every time I'm out shopping and I see a group of girls together my heart aches. But this week, my heart didn't hurt so much. Thank you Cathy for taking time out of your busy schedule to visit us!
And I have to admit something to the blogger world.... we might have watched the entire first season of Make It Or Break It on Netflix this week..
Don't knock it, till you've seen it. We would stay up till 1:00 am every night just to watch one more episode... I love teen dramas and proud of it.