Lindsays Wedding

I've never had more fun during pictures at a wedding than I did at Lindsay's. We never stopped laughing. I'm just glad that photos don't capture audio because we were pretty silly.
Have you ever seen a picture of yourself and wondered who it was, and thought 'oh please don't tell me I look like that every time I laugh?' Here's mine. This picture of me looks so funny! The only reason I'm sharing it with you is because I got a good laugh out of it, hoped others could do the same. I asked Adam if I look like this ever, and he said ALL the time, and thats why when I laugh, he laughs. I hope he was only kidding. If he wasn't, I guess I'll survive. And on another note, we were not laughing this histarically at Lindsays muscles, here is where the audio would fill in the blanks. Like I said, good thing the audio was not captured.
Takeing it seriously for a quick second so that Lindsay would get at least a few good pictures or her album.
Trying oh so desperately to be sexy.

All of us from left back to right back: Heather, Brian, Myself, Groom (Kevin), Bride (Lindsay) Scott, Stephanie.

Front row: Trey, Vanessa, Olivia, Madison, Sarah and Pete.
The two cutest girls there. (above...:)

Fun times! Don't ask! You'll never think of us the same again.
Rehearsal Dinner. Lindsays shirt says "I met my husband on MySpace."

Lindsay is a nut case.
By far this was one of the funnest weddings I have been to. For those of you who don't know who Lindsay is, we were roomates at boarding academy for almost 3 years. (My mom thought we were too much trouble, so she made me get my own room for a semester.) All that did was make getting to 3rd floor from 1st after lights-out that much more interesting and thrilling. We were good most of the time, we just usually had a lot of energy after 10pm. Seeing Lindsay and being back in town where we went to school and seeing old friends brought back a lot of forgotten memories!

I Found the Mother Load!

Remember when I said I had a secret liking for little boxes? Check out what I scored at work! I was walking around the shop floor picking up root cause forms when I stumbled upon someone unpacking pressure testing fittings from a bunch of little brown and white boxes. I asked him if I could have a couple, and then told him how I liked little boxes because they are perfect for mailing little items from my etsy store. I gave him about a half hour to finish unpacking them, and when I went back, he had saved ALL of them for me! I was pretty excited; I had to make him promise not to tell Adam about them or he might throw them away. He asked "how much stuff do you sell anyways?" I was like... "not that much, but some." I've only sold 4 or 5 items, but I didn't want him to laugh at me for wanting so many boxes when I clearly didn't really need them. I will use them at Christmas time; I'm planning on making lots of ornaments for my store. They will fit perfectly if someone only wants to buy 2 or 3.

I have been really busy lately, making pottery stuff for my friend and for my sister. I think they turned out pretty good. Keep an eye out on Rachael's etsy store if you want to see the ones I made for her. But also keep watching mine, when I get back from my friends wedding in a week, I'm going to get busy making more stuff for my store.

When I was at the flower store the other day to pick something up, I was greeted by the cutest, friendliest, sleepiest cat named Stein. He was just sitting in a box on top of the counter where you pay for stuff. The funny thing is, I had Walter in the car because I was just coming from work; I had thought about bringing him in with me for a second. Good thing I didn't. I don't think I would have seen the kind side of Stein that I did.

One year ago. I hate that time goes by so fast! It has been a really fun year though.For our anniversary we took Monday and Tuesday off work to go up north. We went to Silver Lake first. That was fun, but we managed to sink the jeep into the sand going up a steep sand dune. There was a big storm rolling in, so almost everyone had already headed back to their trailers and cars. But we were stuck; it was pouring down rain with lightning flashing across the sky right in front of us. Thankfully we were able to flag down a four wheeler to go get a truck to come pull us out. Guess who came to our rescue? American soldiers! Two guys crawled out of their ranger wearing army fatigues. It was nice to get a chance to thank them for more than just pulling us out of the sand.
El Rodeo anyone? We met their brothers! No kidding! This place was called El Rancho. Adam ALWAYS orders "vegetarian E." This was probably the 4th mexican restaurant we have been to that had vegetarian E be the same thing. Finally Adam couldn't take it anymore, he asked the guy...do you know anything about El Rodeo in Benton Harbor? The guy got really excited and said..."yeah! El Rodeo #8!" So now we know for SURE that they are in fact affiliated with our favorite restaurant.
We went in search of a place to shoot the guns. All you have to do up north is find state owned land, and a hill to shoot into. We didn't in a hill in here, but we had a good time riding through the woods in the jeep. We finally found a place to shoot, right on the side of the road, there were people there already. we could have had one foot on the road while shooting. It's really different than what we are used to.
I have been working on this post for a really long time. I keep getting pulled away. So I'm just going to post it and be done with it.

Robbed and Furious

Have you ever had anything stolen from you? It's a horrible feeling when you discover someone with sticky, greedy fingers has gone through your things. I always lock my car. Except for last night! The one night I don't turn on the porch lights, lock the car and have Walter at home with us, someone decides to go through my car. Walter was at my in-laws house because we were gone all day yesterday and were too tired to go pick him up when we got home. I went to bed early, long before Adam, so I didn't go through my usual lock-up routine. When my mom was single and it was just her, Francie and myself living at home, I was the "man-of-the-house." I took the trash out, killed bugs and spiders, locked the doors before bedtime every night and even checked out the house when my mom or sisters thought someone was inside...I wasn't brave, they would just trick me into going inside first, send me in to get something..."nay, will you go get my shoes, I think they are under mom's bed" where they thought they heard the noise come from. Evil, I know. But even more evil than that, is the little punk who stole my I-pod and docking station from my car last night. I'm pretty sure it was a kid because they saw what they wanted, took it and left. They didn't bother to check Adam's show Jeep that had $2500 worth of sponsor donated stereo equipment even though the windows were all open and the top was off. Funny thing is, they could have had two I-pods if they hadn't been so stupid. Adam's glove box WAS (not anymore) unlocked and had his I-pod in it. When I was telling Francie about it tonight, she was like... "oh, every time they hear a song that was on there, later in life, they will feel guilty"... I'm pretty sure they aren't going to like what I listen to enough to listen to the songs all the way through even once. Adam makes fun of the music I listen to; and I'll agree I listen to some pretty weird things. I mentioned to Francie that whoever stole my I-pod would not feel guilty, but rather say something like... "she deserved to get this thing stolen for listening to the kind of music that she does." I'm still really mad that someone stole my $300 I-pod, but even worse than that was the way I felt when I ran out to the car, running incredibly late for work, ready to quickly hop in the passengers seat next to Adam who had been waiting in the car for me, only to be stopped by a pile of junk from the glove box and center console strewn all over my seat. He thought it was MY mess, from looking for something, and I was mad that HE would pull all that stuff out and leave it sitting like that. I called the sheriff's department today, they had zero sympathy and said there was nothing they could do about it but that I was welcome to file a police report. No thanks, you'll just put it in a file; not going to waste my time. Glad we pay so much in taxes to live in this county that won't help fight crime!

I'm Depressed...(Walter)

Ever find a note on your back that said something like "kick me" or "stupid"? Everyone has, wether it was done to you in fun or you really deserved it. The good thing is though, as soon as you noticed it, then read it, you tossed it (or passed it on to someone more deserving). Aren't you glad you knew what it said so you didn't feel stupid all day? Walter had a sign on all day. He didn't know what it said or I guarantee he would have found a way to get it off of himself and pass it on to someone more deserving.



Everyone at work feeds Walter soo much food that I am actually concerned about his long term health. He can eat several pieces of pizza, peanut butter sandwiches, chips, cookies, chicken, and whatever else he can find in the garbage after lunch all in a days work. At break and lunch time Walter just walks around on his own, I can't be there to monitor what he eats, so I had to make this sign hanging on his neck. I think he is having withdrawals, he seemed down all Friday and he has been eating a lot more dry dog food. I think it will be best for him in the long run.

Follow-up: (Sunday) Walter hates his diet so much that he is rebelling. He pulled off the counter a container of fresh grated Parmesan cheese and a bagel. We found him with the bagel before he could eat it, but the cheese is a goner. Please don't feel bad for Walter though, he still gets handouts, just not as many, and I get to choose what they are. He would be a glutton if we allowed him to be. He should be thankful that he has someone to stop him from over eating. If I had someone distributing my food to me as I needed it, I would be a lot skinnier and I wouldn't be tempted to eat whatever, whenever.

My Sister Must be a "REAL" Doctor After All

Last weekend when we were out on the lake tubing I got water shoved into my ear from falling off. It was really painful for only a day, but it so kindly left me with limited hearing, ringing and dizziness in my left ear. I called my sister Lori first, she is an ER nurse, and it was her birthday too, so two birds with one stone. I asked her what they would do for me if I went to the ER complaining about water in my ear. I don't remember what she said, but I must not have been very impressed, because I called Rachael, (my other sister who is a doctor) as soon as I got off the phone with her. She told me to put a heating pad on my ear for the pain, and take sudafed for the water. Sounds pretty clever right? Sudafed would certainly dry out my sinuses, and that's close to my ears. But I must not have been very impressed with her answer either, because today I went to a doctor over here on my side of the state. Guess what she told me? Take some sudafed twice a day until the water goes away.
My sister's husband says he has to go to a "real" doctor whenever he gets sick. They usually always tell him the same thing that my sister told him. Maybe she really is a REAL doctor.

If She Grows Up to Like Hairy Men, We'll Know Why!

Leah and Walter are best of friends. Leah is intrigued by Walter and Walter likes the attention. I just hope she doesn't fall in love with Walter and unknowingly grow fond of his hairy feel. If she does, she will likely become a pet lover or a hairy man liker.