Thursday, November 17, 2011

It's been a couple days...

...since I posted. Well there was a fiasco with my dearly beloved laptop, Lovemachine. She's dead. A glass of water was spilled near her and a couple drops managed to find their way into the right vents and fried the hard drive. Boohoo. :( So a couple days of us sharing the desktop computer convinced Blake that I needed a new laptop. So we went to Bestbuy and found a cute little MacBook Pro waiting to be adopted. He is dubbed Lovemachine 2.0. Anyways, the gist of this story is ALL of my pertinent account information was wiped away with those drops of water and I've been slowly trying to figure out all of my user names and passwords. The only pictures I lost were the ones we took in Dallas a few months ago and I look like a greaseball in those so I'm not too bummed.
We have switched back to a day schedule! Whore-ay! =D I pray that Blake will never again have the night shift. He's happy because I can't take any more of these good photos while he's sleeping. Note that he's hugging the side of the bed when it's just him alone. When I'm in there with him he manages to find me and smother me in his sleep.


Blake got lonely sleeping during the day by himself so he had company. Ask me if I put Rufus in bed with us. *Hint, the answer is no!*
We headed down to Utah, which we have dubbed The Mecca of All Things Good, for my reunion and Blake's general well-being. It was amaze-balls! I had tonsa fun, and so did the Blake! All of my married silbings are currently gestating or have a new baby so faces like this...
And this...
were constantly being thrown at us. You know who you are!
I won't bore with details of things most of you already know. Not that the reunion was boring! I could do it again tomorrow! Except the driving from here to there. The day we left for Utah I woke up at 2:30am (no alarm, just my hyperness) and was ready to go. Blake was hanging around work later than usual making sure his leave was approved and I was so wound up I ended up yelling at my text messages for him to get his skinny butt home so we could leave. And things. I drove most of the way to Utah, staying in the left lane pretty much the entire time because I was making awesome time. I had lead-foot-Grandma-Gubler-Syndrome. My mother is still astounded how I managed to get us to The Mecca so fast. But on the way back to OK, Blake drove granny-ish-ly, and I didn't want to drive and so we ended up stopping for dinner at the greasiest Dennys ever in New Mexico and I begged Blake to let us stop at a hotel. It wasn't until we got near Armarillo that Blake agreed and we stopped at the Hilton Garden Inn. The shower was almost as big as our kitchen! The bed was adjustable firmness! The comforter had a washable duvet!!! We about died when we saw our room and slept til noon the next day we were so full of bliss. But then we drove forever more until we saw the tops of our apartments peeking at us through the thick trees that The Mecca does not have. Joy!
We unloaded our car, which was jam-packed with luggage and approx. 30 jars of delicious spaghetti sauce (parental's christmas gift to us, we couldn't be happier)-the Western Family kind that isn't here in OK. One jar of precious sauce broke in the car (a victim of trunk-slamming) but thankfully the sauce stayed mostly in the bag and on one moving box. Blake licked his fingers of the sauce that got on them from the disaster. Yes, it's that good that he'll lick off trunk-sauce. It has been good to be home though. Blake got the worst fever blisters from the humidity change whilst in The Mecca
and I managed to stain myself purple taking some crazy medicine. It went mostly away after a few days. My bro didn't want to mention it when he first saw me because he was unsure if I had tooth-rot or something. Tender. All that's left is a purple stain on one of my built-upons that just won't go away! Blast! Maybe it'll turn into a fabulous new trend-dyed teeth!

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