Thursday, December 31, 2009
I've never quite realized it until now. Really-it hit me today that in Elementary School I did two different book reports on Christa McAuliffe and John Glenn (Both Astronauts).
I've always been very fascinated with it. Call me nerdy, but I remember in Junior High a space program was introduced to the school and told us that if we mailed a letter to the program, they would send us loads of information : constellation maps, glow-in-the-dark star stickers-everything spacey you can imagine. You can best bet I went home and immediately mailed one of those suckers out.
Growing up we would lay out on our trampoline and count the satellites until we fell asleep. In college, my roomates and I woke up in the middle of the night to drive to a look out and watch a meteor shower. While on a study abroad in Chile, I was surprised to find out that Chile of all places is THE PLACE to star gaze. We took a 5 hour bus ride to visit one of the worlds largest telescopes. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the rings around Saturn.
This fascintaion is hereditary. My Mother loves space. This Thanksgiving she mentioned to me that the space shuttle and the space station would be seen from our house--I didn't understand why no one else cared?!
So today, I recieved an e-mail from her. About this.
And signed it:
I knew you would appreciate it. Love, Mom
So tonight, I will leave the party and step outside to look into outer space, and won't care if no one else joins me ;) After all, it only happens once in a blue moon.
********************************Happy 2010 to you!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Really, I SHOULD be ashamed of myself...
Friday, December 18, 2009
ONce December hit, I had no motivation. No lights, no tree, not one candy cane in sight. We still had boxes and un-opened wedding presents around. Why would I decorate when we don't ever have people over and we are hardly ever in our house? Waste of money I thought....i'll wait until next year.
I know, I know, bah-humbug.
Well, throughout the next couple of weeks Adam kept giving me little hints: "We should buy some pine or cinnamon scented candles" or " We can borrow lights from my Mom to put over the fireplace"....etc., etc...
I felt awful. Here he was, my little Elf taken from his North Pole and married for time and all eternity to the Grinch.
So last night, December 17th, he had had enough. I come home from work and all the lights in the house are off. Glowing Christmas lights are draped everywhere. Along the kitchen cupboards leading to the living room, around the desk and wall, in our bedroom-around the mirror, and of course all over the fireplace. I look down and there he was, my little Elf fast asleep snoozing on the couch under all the twinkling lights. I didn't know if I should pee my pants laughing, or cry.
Yes I know, I should be ashamed of myself.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
And this one is my favorite....
I still cespeshaly love my Mom and Dad.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I think he's running out of things to call me, because this morning it was "Butter Pie".
I'm not too fond of that one.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
That money could have gone towards some serious Christmas Presents. Serious as in:
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Did anyone watch the National Dog Show??? The Bulldog won in the Non-Sporting group! If only Chloe didn't eat that Rat Poison the other day, i'm almost positive she could have entered...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The other night after making dinner for just the two of us, we walked down to Sugarhouse to get some ice cream and go to Barnes & Noble. As we were walking hand in hand, Adam said aloud exactly what I was thinking at that very moment: "SO, we spend all our time together." It was both a question and a statement. and very funny. I think in that instant we both realized that we are MARRIED and will be FOREVER.
it was wonderful.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
SO last night was the Cowboy Poetry and Buckaroo Fair in Heber and Erin really wanted to go, but Ingrid did NOT. We ended up going and Ingrid complained the whole way there. Ingrid hates anything social, fun, or wholesome, and you can bet-your-boots the Buckaroo fair is all 3 of these. Once we arrive we find out tickets to the Buckaroo dance were 22 bucks a pop! "Woo Hoo!" Ingrid thought, "we don't have to dance! We can just get in the car and go home." But no no no, the Buckaroo fair is more than just a dance; there are booths and booths of cowboy-indian-polygamous-paraphernalia for dayyysss. So we did the two-step through each booth and Ingrid started feeling a little better, but she didn't want anyone to know.
After our fair share of saddles, chaps, and boot straps, we decide to head home. FINALLY. As we pass the entrance to the Buckaroo dance, we notice no one is sitting out front taking tickets anymore. So whattyaknow, everyone decides it would be a good idea to sneak in and have the last dance at the Buckaroo Fair. "UGH. You've gotta be kiddin' me", says Ingrid under her breath. We shuffle into the dance and have some quality-people-watching-time. Ingrid hates cowboys.
So after 5 minutes, Erin finally says, "We have to dance-c'mon."
It was fun, however, at that point Ingrid realized she married the worst.dancer.on.the.planet.
Overall, it was fun and i'm glad we ended up dancing--even though it looked more like we were gently wrestling to music.
Adam: "I wish I could dance better."
Erin: "I wish you could too."
Adam: "If I was dancing with Erin and not Ingrid, I would have done better."
And no, we didn't take one photo. Ingrid hates photos.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
i was there late.
adam was sad he missed out.
i told him it wasn't that fun.
so friggin festive we are.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Lets hope this week will fly by as quickly as last week did.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
2. Adam got another speeding ticket last night. No Mom, he is not a wreckless driver and I feel completely safe with him whenever he drives. Can we say, string of bad luck perhaps? The Cop caught him going only 10 over. 10 over??? The best part was after the Cop got all of Adam's information, he came back to the window and asked, "Are you an American Indian?...Our records state that you are an American Indian." BaHAHA! We still left with a ticket, but you can bet your sweet bum I was calling Adam my 'Little American Indian' the rest of the night.
3. Project Runway this season is LAME-O. Nobody is funny. Nobody is talented. If Tim Gunn wasn't on the show, it would be over between us.
4. The other day Dani was over at our house and was telling me how everyone at school is saying the end of the world was coming. She then told me that if the end of the world was tomorrow, she would (in this specific order):
a. Wake up and go to the ranch to ride horses
b. Go to Coldstone and get the Coldstone ice cream cupcake (Dani: "Because I haven't had one of those yet!!")
c. Ice skate at the Park City indoor skating rink
d. Go to Bali
e. Come back home and go to bed.
I mean, was this a class assignment??!! WOw. If I knew the end of the world was tomorrow-I would just curl up and eat donuts until I fell asleep.
5. My little American Indian is a little, er...
He put our electric kettle (that plugs into the WALL) on the stove in attempt to heat up some water. From across the room I saw flames rising from the stove. I guess he failed to see the chord attached to the mount that the kettle sits on. His excuse was, "I thought it was some new-modern kettle that had a rubber-like base."
Riigghht....rubber + heat = perfectly boiled water. ya, I see it.
I think my little American Indian needs some lessons in the kitchen...that or a chemistry lesson.
Monday, October 12, 2009
My brother Casey found a website that listed 80 pure bred dogs and ranked their level of intelligence. Bulldogs were #77. ouch.
We also have Teddy, an Australian Shepherd Poodle Mix. Poodles come in at #2 on the list. Adam calls him "The Prince". He barks, only because he is protective--but Teddy really is the most obedient dog.
When we take both of them out on walks to do their business, Teddy practically brings toilet paper with him-Chloe on the other hand, well...can be found chewing old dog poop or barking at the sun. After hiking through the mountains for over an hour, we come in the house and right there in front of me, Chloe unloads. You can also find her atleast 3 times a day barking at her reflection in the window. Chloe doesn't eat her dog food, but rather the dog bowl. She also does tackle drills with our 16 year old cat. Isn't that like tackling a 112 year-old man???
Don't even get me started on the bed situation. Yes, our dogs sleep with us, and while many of you may disagree with this--if you saw how CUTE Chloe is you would understand how hard it would be NOT to sleep with her. I think we own the world's cutest but dumbest dog. Adam isn't too keen on having to share the bed-but it's kinda hilarious. Its like sharing the bed with 2 pigs. (Teddy being the other pig of course, not Adam ;) Not only does Chloe snore-she snores like a HUMAN. and LOUD too. I woke up in the middle of the night not upset, but rather in shock that such a sweet innocent-looking puppy could project such an ugly noise. Unbelievable.
She really is too cute for her own good. What's so sad is that whenever Chloe does something stupid, Teddy looks at her, then back at me with a look that says, "you've got to be kidding me". Poor Teddy.
I love Chloe tho because she is such a cuddle bug--and I would kiss her little face off, but she came in the house the other day with a snake hanging out of her mouth. a snake.
And P.S. Brett and Ash, Lucy comes in at #57. Still dumb, but fortunately not Chloe-dumb.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I don't have any bridal or wedding photos printed. On Saturday I was going to print one of these puppies off for my parents and for Scott T's birthday, but every printing shop in PC was closed on Saturday. ugh. Wedding stuff still isn't over....
Speaking of birthdays, Adam is a little upset that for the REST of our lives, he will have to share his birthday week with me and his Dad. That's right, our birthdays are the 25th, 26th, and 27th of September. This has become quite a problem because birthdays are a pretty big deal in the Buie household. I've really never seen anything quite like it. Shrines I tell you, Shrines.
All in all it was a wonderful birthday weekend, and in the end freshly manicured nails, new minnetonkas, and a coconut cream pie made erin lee one happy girl ;)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
My whole life my Mom has thought my Dad's Birthday was December 23rd. It's actually December 22nd.
I promise I will never forget your Birthday, Husband. I love you.
And no Mom, I don't think this is bad, I think it's hilarious.
Friday, September 25, 2009
This year I hope to wake up next to my Addy, meet up with Emily, go out to eat with my new husband, make-out (why not??), drive to Park City, and spend the night with my family and friends-all while eating coconut cream pie. I might even take my bike out for a spin ;)
It's crazy to think how much my life has changed the past year, but I love that my Birthday will always feel the same ;)
Goodbye 24, Hello 25.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
E & A
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I wish I would have payed more attention to our wedding ceremony instead of looking at Adam and giggling. I wish I ate 2 pieces of my wedding cake instead of 1. I wish I burried my head in the floral centerpieces, and I wish I went in the kitchen when the chef was preparing the meals and slapped his butt in approval.
Oh, and I wish I didn't safety pin the top half of my dress to my spanx so I could have peed.
I wish it didn't go by so fast.
The highlight of the night was watching these boys perform a little surprise for us. When I saw them all standing up there in their bow ties and suspenders in a dance formation-I got a little nervous.
But it made our night.
And yes, I will post a link to it as soon as I can.
Thank you boys. I love you all-even though I found out you opened all of our wedding gifts then re-wrapped them on the drive back to Utah...
Friday, September 11, 2009
1. I am a trophy wife in training. Not only does he have some greys sprouting from his temples-he also insisits on buying old man butter. The white kind in the tub with zero-none-zippo! cholesterol. This was kindof an issue-I registered for a cute butter dish! And lets not talk about the kink he has in his back as of yesterday...
I'm just waiting for him to throw ensure into our grocery cart.
2. He is also a little boy. He sings me a song every morning in a little kid voice and pouts and flales his arm when he doesn't get his way. regular butter = pout & arm flale.
3. Shoes. Wow, shoes. I mean, I knew he owned a lot of shoes-but this fetish is unbelievable. The other day there were 6 pairs lying next to our bed. 6!? Don't even get me started on the tupperware bins...
4. He is very clean. Despite the clothes and, ahem, shoes lying around the bedroom-he is always cleaning and tidying our little abode and helping with the laundry and dishes.
5. He's a real BOY. He takes 2 minutes to get ready every morning and always leaves the seat up-this has become quite a problem because apparently it's giving me nightmares.
6. He scratches my back practically in his sleep. Could there possibly be anything better?!
7. Now i've known this from the beginning, but he is always thinking of things to do--it's nice marrying someone who has more friends than I do acquaintances.
8. He is a dream-reader. But we already established that.
9. Adjusting to married life with him has been so extremely easy and fun-I couldn't ask for anything more! Well, maybe some cute couches-but that's it ;)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Adam absolutely HATES having his picture taken--especially having to pose in pictures with me. (You can imagine how delightful our wedding day was). He tends to pull this 4 year-old "I-have-to-pee-I-don't-want-my-picture-taken!" face :
...but he apparently has no problem taking pictures with FROGS.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
SOOO, I have this reoccuring dream that I am in a huge bathroom (a different one each time) with 100 stalls, and I need to go to the bathroom-but every time I open the door to a stall, the toilet is disgusting and dirty and the seat is usually missing. This particular dream took a strange turn when I found myself stuck in a house with an old creepy man without legs chasing me like a gorilla trying to chop MY legs off. Interesting, I know.
Lucky for me, I married a dream-reader.
I wrote him an e-mail at work the other day asking him what he thinks all of this means, and without missing a beat, he responds with this:
Hey sweet cheeks,
My day is going good. How’s yours? The toilet dream is because I keep on leaving the seat up, the chopped off legs one is because we saw that woman cruising her dog in the park on her high powered rascal with her legs cut off. Hope this helps and also hope that you’re having a great day too.
Love ur guts,
PHEW! What would I do without him??? ....
Friday, September 4, 2009
I was anxious to come home, look at all my weddings pics and get back to REALITY--tho I feel I have neglected this poor blog, and hope to make it up to you with all of these lovelies I have discovered and saved in my inbox over the past little while:
In my next life i'm going to be a seamstress/upholsterer (is that a word?) and spend my days making my own clothes and covering old furniture with the most beautiful life-altering fabrics one could ever lay their eyes on. For now, I would just like to purchase this ever-so-lovely couch from here.