Friday, October 31, 2008

tag, you're it.

Working at a private university has it's benefits. Free classes, free money for lunches, nice dining halls, and GIVE AWAYS!

One of the guys went to the gym during lunch about a month ago and came back with two sticks of TAG deodorant and handed them to me. He told me to take them to Worker Man.

Well, since we were meeting his parent's for supper that night, I pulled them out of my bag and presented one to FFIL(Favorite Father-in-law) and one to Worker Man. FFIL took his and pretended to like it. Worker Man didn't even pretend.

Since then, the TAG deoderant has traveled many places. Because Worker Man feels like my bag is a dumping ground for anything he doesn't want to carry, anything he wants to throw away, and anything he wants to sneak into a movie, he proceeded to throw the TAG deodorant into my bag. Later that night, FMIL and I were on our way to bible study and I found the TAG is my bag. So, I took it out and placed it on the console in her car.

About a week later, she tried to give us back the TAG again by handing it to us (in her car) for me to put in my bag to take home. Well, I handed it to Worker Man because my bag was not going to be the dumping ground for this little stick of joy again. He quietly slipped it into FMIL's go-bag (A bag that stays at her door or in her car full of things that she needs to return/take with her).

Fast forward to about three weeks later

Last weekend on our way to PA, FMIL was digging in her go-bag and what to her wondering eyes did appear but the wonderful, joyous TAG!

Clearly, she was not too thrilled about the little surprise.

Maybe the giveaways aren't the best part of working here. I guess I'll have to resort to the $18 half hour massages and free gym membership.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

late, but for a good reason.

One night on our way back from Bible Study, I was talking with my mother-in-law (FMIL--favorite mother-in-law :) about how I am incapable of leaving on time to get to work. It's like this inherent quality that I cannot get rid of.

Sidenote/Excuse: Really, it starts way earlier than just leaving. It starts with me getting out of bed. (Okay, not just side note, side story) I had a genius idea to use our new iHome (we got as a wedding gift) as our alarm clock. Then, I'd have options. I could wake up to Michael Jackson (Billy Jean preferably--it makes me dance as soon as I hear it...even if I hear it from a dead sleep), Kenny Chesney, The Temptations, or Ludacris. I was so excited about this but I knew I could not set it up beside my bed because I would never get up. Therfore, I set it up across the room so I would have to get out of the bed to turn it off. Well, upon unpacking my our iHome I found this amazing remote. There went my theory of putting the alarm clock across the room, I just started using the remote to turn the alarm off.

Well now that we’re back from the ridiculously long sidenote, FMIL and I were talking about why I rush around and racing to work like a mad woman and I proceed to tell her about my failed attempts to change it.

The first day I tried to change it, I woke up and realized that I was going to use my remote to hit snooze so I threw it across the room (meaning I would have to get up). But, when the alarm went off again, I got out of bed, turned off the alarm, picked the remote up off the floor and climbed back in bed. The next night I hid the remote inside my closet in a rubbermaid container on the top shelf. The next morning when the alarm went off, I got out of bed, opened my closet, rummaged around in the rubbermaid container, found the remote, hit snooze and went back to bed.

Ridiculous. I know.

After all this I decided I HAD to do something. FMIL and I decided that I needed to set a time to leave. Therefore, no matter what I was doing or what time I had actually gotten out of bed (for good) I would leave at that set time (7:30 AM). Well, since that day, about two weeks ago, I've done so good! I've actually been impressed with myself!

But, on Thursday morning, I was late.

Before you get to judging, let me tell you the reason!

I came out of the bedroom, ready to grab my yogurt and cheese stick and head off to work and there, on the table, sat my most favorite breakfast in the world!

Worker Man fixed me egg whites with cheese, toast, and a glass of orange juice.

Now, THAT'S a good husband and a good reason for being late!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

stay on your own side.

Today, I would like to introduce you to a little piece of heaven:

If you don’t know what this little dial operates, you are truly missing out. This is the dial for my precious electric blanket. It is the most amazing $30 purchase my mom ever made. Not only is there one dial, but TWO! It’s dual-controlled. This didn’t matter before I got married but I knew it would come in handy when Worker Man and I started using it and disagreeing on how high it should be.

When it started to get cold about 3 weeks ago, Worker Man put the blanket on our bed (because I asked him to). He thought it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard of. When I went into the bedroom, my dial was sitting nicely on the night stand and I asked Worker Man where he had put his since he doesn’t have a nightstand on his side. Worker Man/TOUGH GUY responded, “I didn’t plug my side in. I put it back in the closet ‘cause I ain’t usin’ one of those sissy thangs”. I just thought to myself, “We’ll see about that”.

Welllll, recently it’s gotten really cold outside and one of my favorite things to do during the fall/early winter is to sleep with the windows open (especially when I have my electric blanket on the bed). I sleep SO good when it’s freezing cold in our room with the fan going and the window open and I’m as snug as a bug in a rug (or an electric blanket).

Then it (the “we’ll see about that” part) happened. It was SUPER cold one night and I was at the perfect temperature with my electric blanket set on 8-9 and it being about 35 degrees outside. Slowly but surely I felt a pinkie toe creep over onto my side of the bed. I sat straight up in bed and demanded to know what Worker Man thought he was doing! He quickly jerked his foot back and protested that it was only an accident. Throughout the night, the accident happened repeatedly until finally the tough guy and I were both on half of the bed under the “sissy” side of the covers.

I think I might plug in his side tonight so I can sleep on my side without an arm and leg hanging off the bed.
Disclaimer: The heat has not been turned on at this point. There
will be no open windows while the heat is on without Worker Man going into cardiac arrest.

For anyone jealous of my piece of heaven:

Friday, October 24, 2008

dream job.

On our way to PA this weekend we passed through two tolls. When we stopped to pay the toll, we started to talk about how it would be to work in one of the toll booths for 8 hours a day.

I've decided, it would be my dream job.

I would have the most pimped out toll booth in the history of toll booths. We decided that I would have a Lazy Boy recliner with a mini-fridge at my feet. I would have to have a small space heater and a fan, polka-dot wallpaper, a good book, a radio, and maybe, just maybe, a portable DVD player.

Seriously, how could this not be everyone's dream job.
I guess the only drawback is that it would take me about 2 days, 18 hours, 51 minutes, and 31 seconds to pack up my toll booth and head home.

Maybe there's two drawbacks....I think I would only last for about 10 minutes...Drawback #2
Update: I would also need a small treadmill. I realized that sitting in there without exercise for 8 hours would be awful. I'm not sure how I would fit the LazyBoy and treadmill in there at the same time but we could figure out something :)

Thursday, October 23, 2008

worker man.

You might be wondering why my hubbie's name has changed.

My mother-in-law (FMIL - favorite mother-in-law) and I started talking about how there are crazy people out there and how you have to be careful not to release too much info.  So, I tried to figure out what hubbie's name would be and all the sudden it hit me...

While he was growing up, any time someone asked what he wanted to be he had the same response.

He wanted to be a worker man.

He was going to be a worker man that never got married and lived with his parents in a log cabin (that he built) all his life.

So, the new name?

Worker Man.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Happy Autumn.

Fall is officially here!

Worker Man and I got all creative and made a little fall scene for our front porch. 

Here's what we ended up with:

the process.

mine (before the face)

Worker Man's.

Worker Man's headless scarecrow with my cute scarecrow.

The finished project!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

the cutest.

So, I know this fact.
But because you will think I'm biased, I will prove my point.

You probably think this baby is cute.

Or this one.

And, maybe even this baby.

But seriously???

Look below:

'nuff said.