o what a day...

let me preface this with... we are still getting used to the whole doggy thing. we wanted finn to get some fresh air while we hit the gym. we left our crying pup at the gate. when we got home we noticed he was just laying down. didn't move when we started walking towards him..

of course j and i looked at each other and said in unison "he is such a good dog."

as i got closer i realized that he wasn't moving because he couldn't. his head was STUCK in a hole that was in fact much smaller than his gigantic head. it wasn't pretty. and he wasn't happy. luckily a big tug from behind freed him.

we then took him up to park city to check out the remodel. i wouldn't let him move from a cardboard box that was flattened on the floor. the house looks great and i can't wait 'til everything is finished and the dust is gone. before heading home we thought it might be fun to walk finn on main street (in hopes to find some children to pet finn. he LOVES kids... wants to be with everyone that he sees.)

we found a dog park instead. one dog.. hunter took a fancy to cute finn. hunter skipped the whole first comes love, then comes marriage.. he jumped right into the let's make a baby for the baby carriage. luckily finn wanted NO part of that.. justin was dizzy from defending our boy.

finn.

our super-sized puppy.

finn is a one year old labradoodle. no one wanted him... so justin had to have him. i mean is face is pretty irresistable. he has had two previous owners... the first if which wanted him shot and buried on a farm and the second had no time for the little guy... that happens when you have five kids... two dogs and one cat (possibly more.)

sooooooo... after a sleepless night justin needed this dog. i said no. you would say no if you saw how giant his paws are. justin told me to trust him... i do trust him... and now we have a really cute and good dog.

if you have children... can we have a play date? he loves kids... pretty much stalks them giving his cutest puppy dog face in hopes to find a little child he can kiss and smell. (luckily he doesn't kiss adults!)

today:
i can barely move my legs because of the squats justin made me do yesterday.
i decided to have special k for breakfast instead of my usual oatmeal. i was hungry at like nine am. i will stick to oatmeal from now on.
anatomy class... depressing. i don't like talking about skin cancer.
my parents made it to sydney then back to new zealand. i am jealous. i want to be warm. and i don't like the prospects of holding down the fort.
an unfulfilling salad
intentions of studying muscles... very good intentions
talking to grandma
dinner with my wifey and her hubby and my hubby at eva. it was pretty yummy. i liked my fig and pig pizza. i like being back with my wifey. i have missed her.
loving getting into bed and resting my sore bod.

things i contemplate, so i figured i should share....

a) have you ever noticed how hairy guys necks are? especially at the gym. i am sorry but if you are at the gym i know you must kind of care how you look.... to all the men out there, maybe you should have a little look at the back of your NECK. and then shave it.

b) too many people like to hear themselves talk... okay (i might be one of those people.) BUT i certainly do not waste a whole chemistry class time trying to reinvent scientific theory. i swear one of these times i may scream "shut your pie-hole" from the back of the room.. and then pretend it wasn't me.

c) when it snows like one flake people forget how to drive. it bugs. big time.

d) it should be sunny and 80s all year around. i don't even care if i stop appreciating it. i just hate when i get cold... right down to my bones.

e) i now understand how sucky it is to work and go to school. i am sorry for thinking otherwise.

f) this is hilarious... we found it in the scrabble box. i love the man i married. just in case you can't tell by the scores... 'the winner is circled.' love it! vintage justy circa... 1990... at least let's hope he wasn't older than 10.

g) i gave my grandma some doctors order.. eventhough i am no doctor.. i told her she needs to have a bowl of ice cream everynight.... the more people i can make have ice cream everynight the less guilt i feel. i love coffee ice cream. i mean LOVE. and what i love even more is that i get the whole 1/2 gallon to myself. justin hates it. he just doesn't have refined buds.. as in taste buds like me.

happy valentine's day...

eleven thirty east made some cute couples. i think if you lived in the basement at our house it meant you would fall in love and get married. and have to move out... or in my case move upstairs.

three happily married basement dwellers... erin&adam, taryn&justin, ashley&jake.

i am sure glad i found my forever valentine!

i wish i took more pictures. SURPRISE....

30 thoughts for 30 years.

one: he makes me smile. a lot. even when i am mad ( well a few hours after.)
two: who do you know that grew up on border town in texas and doesn't speak a word of spanish... yup that would be my boy.

three: patient.

four: he grows out his nails so he can scratch my back. he is embarrassed to show white.. but i sure do love it!

five: justin has an obsession with new (or used) t-shirts and is ALWAYS on the hunt.

six: he likes the projects i give him.. and is gearing up for a painting extravaganza.

seven: he never complains.

eight: justin always exceeds my expectations... which are pretty high.

nine: when i want to share food he always will.. and even lets me eat it all. i know he knows i feel better cos we are sharing.

ten: we get to fight over who eats more special k. i swear before i even get a bowl the box is gone! eleven: he is a true people - watcher!

twelve: i have turned him into a vegetarian and he doesn't even mind.

thirteen: loves to cuddle and watch movies on friday nights.

fourteen: justin wanted an el camino for his birthday.

fifteen: he only makes me do hang-man with our primary class and he takes care of the rest.

sixteen: justin is a dang good brownie maker.

seventeen: justin is never allowed to cut his own hair again...

eighteen: justin would wear the same outfit everyday if he could. yet he... (see nineteen)

nineteen: justin acts like a kid in candy store when shopping... he comes right home and puts on all his new goods.

twenty: the laundry is justin's baby... and he does it well. he hasn't ruined one item of clothing yet.. this i consider a great accomplishment.

twenty-one: he has prescription goggles. basket-ball goggles.

twenty-two: i call justin puppy, and he likes it.

twenty-three: he bribes me to work out.

twenty-four: justin loves music...and i mean LOVES... but refuses to sing (even in church) and plays no intsruments.

twenty-five: justin is calm... calmlikeabomb (one of his passwords)

twenty-six: justin's curls are uncontrollable... and i love them!

twenty-seven: he looks good doing push-ups.

twenty-eight: justin could sit in silence. he only talks when he has something to say. frustrating... yet endearing.

twenty-nine: justin is a smarty pants. he teaches me a lot...and he enjoys watching the history channel.

thirty: i love you justypie and i am glad you are mine. here's to thirty more years (and hopefully more.. cos 60 is not too old.)