Random Facts and Quirks.

We all have them and we're sure that you're dying to read about ours...

1. Our apartment is haunted. We think. We ALWAYS sleep with our bedroom door open, and even though we both have a tendency to get up in the night, we never, ever shut it. Not to mention that door naturally swings open. Buuuuuut..... one morning it was closed. And we know it was not either one of us. Therefore, we think our apartment is haunted. And I just happen to think that it is haunted by the spirit of my first future dog.... He is anxious to be with me.

2. I am really bad about buying produce and then forgetting to eat it before it goes bad. Me and my good intentions....poo.

3. Every night, if we are quiet, Tyler and I enjoy a nice firework show in very own apartment. Yes. In. Not outside of it. The only bummer is that it's just the audio. We think it either comes from our heater or the refridgerator. We're not sure, but it sounds for real. When we first moved in we really thought someone was setting off fireworks outside. We have also had other people comment on it. It's really a nice feature.

4. Tyler is really smart. He got a credit card that gives us rewards. But we don't use it. So.... no rewards. (He told me to write this...It all started with him telling me he just wanted me to write he is smart. Which is true, by the way.)

5. We bought a couch cover. Not because our couch was ugly, but because the color clashed with the picture that we have hanging above it. We put it on the couch. And it made it look..... ugly. It looked like a poorly made futon. And the color didn't really look that much better. We left it on for a few weeks because we kept telling ourselves it looked better. We took it off last week. Good thing it was on clearance.

6. Tyler likes no-bake cookies more than I do.

7. I wear Tyler's big, comfy blue sweatpants more than he does. Today he forgot that they were his in the first place.

8. Dog is blooming. And he looks real good.

9. "1-2-3! Eyes on me!" works really well on first graders. I wish it worked just as well on eighth graders and seniors...

10. We live in a magical land of Narnia, it's always winter but never Christmas. In a few months we will witness Aslan's presence in Narnia. Something both of us have yet to experience. We've always been under the brutal rule of the White Witch in Logan seeing that we've only lived here during the school months... "FOR ASLAN!"

11. Every morning we receive a Wallstreet Journal on our front porch that we don't pay for and we don't read. But we feel guilty for wasting them so we bring them inside and let them stack up for a few days, then get annoyed that they're taking up space in the apartment, and in the end we haul them all out to the recycling. If anyone out there has a creative use for newspaper, please let us know.

12. I have to sit on the counter while appyling and often times removing my makeup.

13. Tyler can play the accordion (which I always thought had two a's in it instead of two o's...) Bet you didn't know that- the spelling or the fact that he plays. I don't understand why he doesn't go around playing one all the time because it's the coolest skill ever.

14. If you're still reading, you must really love us. And we appreciate that. We really do.

We got a dog!

Exciting, right?

Oh wait, we're not allowed to have a dog in our apartment...

Not to mention... we can't afford one.

So......I settled for a plant that I have now named Dog.
For now.

Tyler and I went to Walmart a few nights ago for a few things like Advil and chocolate chips (you know, just the bare necessities) when we came across these little plants. I don't know what it was about them... maybe their mustard colored pots or the little yellow flowers on top, but I instantly fell in love with them. And like puppies in the pet store, I wanted to take one home with me. Of course I would prefer a real puppy, but I will have to wait until circumstances allow.

I think the other reason these little plants pulled at my heart strings was because I have needed a little greenery in my life. You see, it has snowed almost everyday this last week and this is what we see out our front window:

Now, I will be the first to admit that this is quite a lovely sight to see. But let me make you aware that, because I live in Logan, this view is not about to change ANY. TIME. SOON. So that's why I now have Dog.

And I'm grateful for a husband who, when I excitedly say, "Babe, look at those plants!" smiles at me and says, "Would you like one?" And even if he thinks I'm pretty strange for getting giddy over a little plant, he doesn't show it. I know, I got a good one.

Happy Birthday to my dear Tito.

Or Feliz Cumpleanos, I should say. FINALLY my husband and I are the same age so he can no longer tease me about rocking the cradle.

We may or may not (this time let's just assume "may not") have eaten almost an entire Butterfinger ice cream pie.

By ourselves. In the space of two days.

Hey! We would have shared it with the kids. But we don't have any.

And the highlight of the week....

The other day I went to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. When I came back, I found that this little gem was my new desktop background......

Thank you, husband.

And like all good stories.... We'll start with "Once upon a time..."

Once upon a time a boy and girl got married. I guess they were in love or something. Anyway, they moved to Logan into a nice little apartment and that is where our story begins.

And as I write this very first post on our very first blog, I am quite shocked with myself. Because... I'm pretty sure I told myself I would never become someone who "blogs." As Seinfeld would say, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." I just didn't really think I was the type. (Yes, in my mind, there was a type.)

But then I remembered that there are, in fact, a number of blogs that I thoroughly enjoy reading and keeping up with. Ones that don't blog like "the type" do. With that thought in mind and a little nudge from my husband to try out my writing skills for all to see, I started a blog. So...

I. am. a. blogger. (Not that there's anything wrong with that...)