Sunday, February 24
Monday, February 18
Case of the Mondays
it's true. I'm having a horrible day.
i forgot my breakfast. i forgot my lunch. i hate bad tasting chips from the machine to make my stomach stop growling. my ipod died. i ALMOST missed the bus. i have an exam tomorrow. i have to work tonite.
i forgot my breakfast. i forgot my lunch. i hate bad tasting chips from the machine to make my stomach stop growling. my ipod died. i ALMOST missed the bus. i have an exam tomorrow. i have to work tonite.
Sunday, February 17
The Valentines Day Story.
Jersey peoples are up this weekend, they evidently have Monday off, and I am quite bitter I do not. We met them last night for breakfast (yes, I said that right) then we had Hardees today. Steve and I hung out, watched the Obama/Clinton speeches in Wisconsin and he went off to play Monopoly with them.
Why Terri, you ask, why did you not go play Monopoly with them? Well, you see, I dont like real Monopoly rules. I've never played with them..(You can ask me about my monopoly rules sometime if you like, but it involves trading favors for safety, making additional houses/hotels out of candy, making additional money out of paper and all around crazyness)
Ok, so, valentines day: Steve-o normally has to work until 10pm, so when he told me the earliest he would try to squeeze out was 9:30, I was sad, but could deal. Around 8:30 he calls, tells me he's running behind and can't make it till later than even normal. Yea, I started tearing up, said ok, and hung up. I was really upset because I was convinced he had completely forgot and would show up with something lame to try to recover. Sorry, I know it's bad to admit it, but I dont have very many good holiday experiences, much less good valentines day ones. Anyway, I hear someone knocking at the door, and I have no idea who it is because Steve isnt supposed to be there for HOURS, so I ignore it. It didnt go away. I go down to answer the door and BOOM, there he is. Bouquet in hand...I promise to take better pictures of those soon.
I started crying, after I hit him for messing with my head, and after some reassurance it was a happy cry, we went upstairs. I bought him some wine glasses, a meat thermometer and some nice shirts to wear to work, so he opened those, and I saw alot of the face to the right. They fit well, and looked really good on him, so I was happy. Then, he took me downstairs and made it even better.
What goes with flowers on Valentines Day? Chocolate of course, and why would MY steve go for regular sized chocolates, when he could get Sam's Club sized chocolates. Yeah, they're bigger than his head. We've been eating on the Reese Cup easter eggs for a while now, and well, you cant tell it at all. Though when they're gone, I'm going to be really sad... He whisked me off to dinner at the Draft House, where we had good food, horrible beer and a really sweet night. Tomorrow, he's taking me to the Mongolian Grill here in Raleigh as a nicer-Vday dinner.
I almost forgot, my mom and dad got me this ADORABLE key holder, thats turtles...duh, and a really sweet bag that I've carried all week, that I'll have to take a picture of, but it's late, and I am tres tired. So, bye bye y'all.
Why Terri, you ask, why did you not go play Monopoly with them? Well, you see, I dont like real Monopoly rules. I've never played with them..(You can ask me about my monopoly rules sometime if you like, but it involves trading favors for safety, making additional houses/hotels out of candy, making additional money out of paper and all around crazyness)
Ok, so, valentines day: Steve-o normally has to work until 10pm, so when he told me the earliest he would try to squeeze out was 9:30, I was sad, but could deal. Around 8:30 he calls, tells me he's running behind and can't make it till later than even normal. Yea, I started tearing up, said ok, and hung up. I was really upset because I was convinced he had completely forgot and would show up with something lame to try to recover. Sorry, I know it's bad to admit it, but I dont have very many good holiday experiences, much less good valentines day ones. Anyway, I hear someone knocking at the door, and I have no idea who it is because Steve isnt supposed to be there for HOURS, so I ignore it. It didnt go away. I go down to answer the door and BOOM, there he is. Bouquet in hand...I promise to take better pictures of those soon.
I started crying, after I hit him for messing with my head, and after some reassurance it was a happy cry, we went upstairs. I bought him some wine glasses, a meat thermometer and some nice shirts to wear to work, so he opened those, and I saw alot of the face to the right. They fit well, and looked really good on him, so I was happy. Then, he took me downstairs and made it even better.
What goes with flowers on Valentines Day? Chocolate of course, and why would MY steve go for regular sized chocolates, when he could get Sam's Club sized chocolates. Yeah, they're bigger than his head. We've been eating on the Reese Cup easter eggs for a while now, and well, you cant tell it at all. Though when they're gone, I'm going to be really sad... He whisked me off to dinner at the Draft House, where we had good food, horrible beer and a really sweet night. Tomorrow, he's taking me to the Mongolian Grill here in Raleigh as a nicer-Vday dinner.I almost forgot, my mom and dad got me this ADORABLE key holder, thats turtles...duh, and a really sweet bag that I've carried all week, that I'll have to take a picture of, but it's late, and I am tres tired. So, bye bye y'all.
Friday, February 15
Sunday, February 10
Gone Home
I plan on this post being incredibly picture heavy. Im not sorry. The pictures are adorable. This is Dane. He is the newest Miller. I adore the little bugger more than life itself. He is super duper cute and sweet and lovely. A little orange, silly jaundice, but he'll be just fine soon. He was pretty happy most of the time we were there, a few fussyies, but nothing major.
I also got to see coco, Dane's big sissy. Seen here with mama and her wand/dinosaur. She always likes to play with me, show me all her room and it's gloriousness (seriously Go Tina Go!) And her daddy likes to pick on her so much and she can cry with the best of them. She's the oldest, and the one closest to my birthday (2 days later). So I'm super duper excited to get to see her.
Im always incapable of making decent faces in pictures, Steve likes to take them when I am talking to the baby or picking on them...As seen here. Which could be adorable and gorgeous and glorious..instead I look like I'm debating eating his head.
The ride back was rather eventful, we were stuck in traffic on 40 for 1.5 hours or more, only to be turned around and directed back the opposite way because of a down power line. .Completely lost, we stopped into a rest stop (and because I have a small teeny bladder) and I found this gem. Rap Chips: Stay In School: and make sure you check out the flavor. Though this is after an interesting photo session in the car.BONUS PICTURES: My super wonderful baby Caden, these are low quality and from Christmas, but I love them.
My Favorite Superbowl Commericals.
I mostly only posted these, so I can watch them whenever I want :)
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