Gratitude Lately.

 For succulents that don't die even when I forget about them.

 

 For houses that turn into homes.

 

 For this guy who always greets me when I pull into the drive.

 

 For husband's warm coat on chilly spring days and dogs that won't sit still long enough for pictures.

 

 For four wheeler rides and tricks.

 

 For chocolate chip banana bread that makes fights seem little.

 

 For friends, birthdays, parties, and...more parties.

 

 For longer days.

 

 For homemade bread that makes the house smell like the best goodness.

 

 For old trucks that act as dog beds.

 

For this guy, who works hard and always provides.

What are you grateful for?

I always seem to focus on bigger things and tend to forget the small moments. And that's stupid because the small moments are just as good.

Have a great weekend!

All things February 2013

I'm not sure why I haven't blogged for a month.

But I'm back! By popular demand! Does it count if it's only requested from your Mom, cousin, and Sister?

I'm going to roll with it.

The new job is going good. Too good. So dang good. I never thought I'd like a job as much as I did at Twaddle, but God is good and he provides.

How many times can I say good in a sentence? 4 times? Good.

Look at my name plate! I even have some coffee creamer in the fridge. If that's not official, I don't know what is.

I stole the picture above from Jon. But he doesn't read my blog so I don't know why I said that.

I attended my very first Grinnell High School sporting event in February AND went to the state tournament to watch them. I rooted for boys I didn't even know! I yelled at the refs! I told a Grandma from the opposing team to put it in her pipe and smoke it!

I didn't get the sportsmanship award.

Mr. B has been working on the trailer a lot lately, and I've helped a little here and there with words of encouragment.

You're doing so great!

Look at how good your welding looks!

Your coveralls are making me blush!

Copper didn't like February! Long story short, he's not the best dog in the world and is snooping in places he shouldn't be, rolling around in cow afterbirth, and dragging our landlords crap all over the yard. So, he now has to be tied up when we aren't there.

We have also spent a lot of time with friends in February.

I have such a party animal of a husband.

4 things:

1- Remember last year at this time? That's just nuts that it was only a year ago!

2- Call me crazy, but I love daylight savings time.

3- We do Dave Ramsey now. I love him! I hate him!

4- Who wants to go camping with me?

just a few things.

Was this the longest week of everyones life? Because it was for me. Woof.

I've kind of not publicly broadcasted the recent news in Mr. B and I's life, but! I got a new job. I wanted to tell the world and put it all over every social media outlet there is, but I wanted to be sensetive to others that interviewed and didn't get it.

But really, I'm stinkin' so excited about it. Remember that church that I rave about every week and still get pumped to attend every Sunday? I'm workin' there!

So..that's that.

I started A Millon Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller this morning and read 4 chapters already. Do yourself a favor and go get it!

Also, Mr. B and I are having a little quality time get away this weekend in Des Moines. I hoping for some foot rubs, hot tub time, and Target/Starbucks run in my near future.

Have a greet weekend!

mornin' stories.

(our view)

I love mornings.

I love the thought of getting up earlier than Mr. B and getting a little workout in, starting up the Keurig, spending time with God, and throwin' in a load of laundry.

Did you just laugh? Fine, I did too.

But doesn't it sound so perfect?

Every morning the husband and I set the alarm for 6:00. The goal is get up and get going, but for some reason that never happens. We hit snooze and hunker back in to bed for just a few more minutes.

Yesterday morning the alarm went off, I felt Mr. B get out of bed, fiddle around with the darn thing for a second, and then he was back to snuggle.

I love snuggling.

Then, at 7:45 I was woken up by a frantic husband saying It's 7:45?! WHY.

I wasn't about to explain that it's because of the Aztecs that we have developed a pattern of time.

Maybe it was the Indians.

The pilgrims?

Anyway, we're fed up to our noses by the lack of motivation in the morning. So, last night we went to bed in agreement that no matter what- we were getting up and working out.

Then I dreamed about riding a unicycle to work. It took me 5 hours and I had to stop at my neighbors house on the way to use the bathroom and they had orange shag carpet on the walls and a cat in the sink.

I should just blog about my dreams.

At 6:00, the alarm went off.  And a deep, profound voice said," Lets go."

I debated if it was God, but then remembered that Mr. B has a cold and continued to pretend I was sleeping.

Then he started poking me in the side. "Kallie, we said we were getting up. Let's go."

"Whyyy? I don't have to be at work until 9:00, you go first, I'll come down in 30 min!"

Then he said, "Well, will you do me a favor and brush your teeth before you do?"

Marriage and mornings. You just never know.

I think I'll make a print of that and put it above our bed.


Arm and Hammer toothpaste forever,

Kal

little random latelys

 

Tomorrow we leave for D.C.!!!!

 

I'm not excited at all.

 

....

....

 

Just kidding!

 

Some might ask why we're going in the dead of winter, and to that I say why not! Any get away with my extremely attractive sugar biscuit is a good one.

 

Sorry I just called Mr. B a sugar biscuit. He just smelled really good when he left for work this morning, and I'm hungry.

 

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Its been colder than the North Pole around here so I let Copper come inside on Monday night while Mr. "no dogs in the house ever" was out of town for a little work trip.

 

This was my life 99.9% of the time.

 

 

 

 And then vacuuming was my life after I made him go back outside.  

 

(side note: I really love my vacuum. and my friend Paige and I may or may not have talked about it for a solid 5 min once upon a time.)

 

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I stayed home from work yesterday to get stuff done around the house and take care of a few things before we head out for 5 days, so you'd think that I'd look rested and ready to go today.

 

 

 

And then I got to work this morning and realized that's not the case. And that I should have put more concealer under my eyes and did something about those nails.

 

Woof.

 

 

my nursing career. sort of.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, a girl named..Sally...decided that her life plan was to go to school to be a nurse and live happily ever after! Then one day during nursing school they started talking about sticking someone with a needle and Sally felt her knees go weak and excused herself to the bathroom, but really she walked out of the building and around town thinking about other things to do with her life that didn't involve needles.

Or poop. But that's a different story.

OKAY GUYS.

Sally is me.

Whew, feels good to get that off my chest.

 

 

The real story here is that Mr. B has been sick with this deep, nasty cold for 4 days. He took some sleeping medicine last night that was suppose to stop his coughing and let him sleep for 8 hours straight. Liars.

1:00: coughing starts, I wake up.

1:05: coughing is still happening-clearing his throat every 5 seconds.

1:07: Me: "DO YOU NEED A GLASS OF WATER OR SOMETHING?!"

1:07: Mr. B: "I'm sorry. I'll try to stop."

1:07 1/2: I immediately feel like the worst wife ever in the whole world and decide I need a come to Jesus meeting. Ever had one of those? LEGIT.

1:45: coughing still happening, rolling around.

2:00: I give him Kleenex.

2:45: More rolling around and coughing/blowing his nose.

3:14: I start naming our kids!

3:25: Mr. B, do you like the name Graham?

4:20: I've decided on a new paint color for the kitchen.

6:30: I have a cookie for breakfast.


So...I now know why nurses love coffee so much!  And why Mothers need concealor under their eyes. And that our kitchen is going to be grey!

Maybe.

family goodness

Its not very often that Mr. B and I get to hang out with his Papa's side of the family, but when we do, all I want to do is sit around with everyone and ask them to tell me stories. I've always felt 100% loved and welcomed by this bunch.

Here's a few of them playing games.

Here's Missy!

I mean, Melissa! She goes by both, but I met her as Melissa-and Mr. B told me they always call her Missy. So sometimes I call her Missy Melissa.

Fun fact: she is Shane's cousin, and best friends with my cousin. They didn't know that they both knew each others cousins (Mr. B and I) until they started talking about our wedding one day.

Wasn't that fun?

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Moving on!

Here's Mr. B guarding his dominos with his strong, masculine, rugged hand.

This is him losing.

 If you were there he'd probably explain why his game plan wasn't working out, why the ground isn't really benefiting from the snow outside, how much yield you should be getting from your crop, and that he thinks I'm annoying when I take pictures of him.

But really he thinks it's cute when I do that.

Here's Libby! And sweet baby girl Emerson.

And Chuck. Chuck is the sweetest man I've ever met. In December he lost his wife Ginny to a stroke and spent the majority of the afternoon telling me their love story; how they used to write each other love letters, his favorite things about her, and about his travels.

He also told me that now he gets emails from eHarmony with ladies that want to date him.

"They must think I'm a looker or something! But I think it might be a little soon." He says with side smile that makes me laugh.

This is Mr. B being ornery with Missy Melissa's son Ethan.

I'm pretty sure Ethan was telling Mr. B to kick at his feet and then they could wrestle.

Mr. B loves it when someone asks him to wrestle because I never want to. As soon as I think he's going to want to wrestle with me I lay on the ground real quick and say that I surrender.

Then he tells me I'm no fun.

Then I say "But I do your laundry!"

And he shrugs in agreement.

Works every time.