Headboard

A LONG time ago I bought this old door for a buck with dreams of turning it into a headboard....




Matt surprised me with THIS for my b-day!! The pic isn't the best...someday when my room is finished I will post some great ones. I also won a giveaway on my friend Anne's blog Bloom for this and I am so stinking excited.

Water Polo Has Begun...

WE LOVE H2O POLO YES WE DO!
WE LOVE H2O POLO HOW BOUT YOU?!

The season has officially begun which means: Fall is hear. Matt goes back to school soon. Football becomes an obsession. We never eat dinner at a normal time. I have no life.

Good news is we LOVE watching Molly play sports and we love to travel all around with her.

This is Molls Balls being big boss molls balls. I'm pretty sure she's yelling.

Among other news I am now a nanny. This means in the last two weeks I have: Dug for worms. Gone fishing. Had my boobs squeezed. Been spit on. Handled a gross large whole chicken. Been told I need to carry a barf bag in the car. Do these people even know me?! Clearly not.

McDonalds It Is

Rachel. This is great. This story pretty much sums me up in a nutshell.

So. Here it goes. Don't judge me, I was starving.

We were driving back from Eugene a few weeks ago and it was time for dinner. If I don't eat on time I turn into Jessie, the horrid beast. Which equals being extremely picky and indecisive and irrational. I had it in my mind I wanted a McChicken. If you've never had one you should. Luckily McDs was just up the road.

We stop in Cottage Grove, hit up McDs, go inside because I have to pee. This is mistake number one. McDonalds is always more appealing when you go through the drive thru. Faster. Less mistakes. You don't see anyone or anything. Get your food and go. This McDonalds just happened to be quite fancy. I had high hopes. It had legit ice cream in a rad ice cream freezer. I was waiting for Matt and Molly...the good news about being a frequent pee-er is that you become quite speedy...I decide to scope out the ice cream. GASP! A dead fly is frozen into the rainbow sherbet. I turn to make sure I tell everyone in line about the indecency of it all. I wait patiently for the worker to come ask if I knew what I wanted. And this is what proceeded.

Sassy Boy: What can I get for you today?
Sassy Jessie: Well I'm not sure but did you know there is a disgusting dead fly in the ice cream?
Sassy Boy: Hmm. Okay.
Gets a spoon scoops out the fly, puts the ice cream back
Sassy Jessie: You aren't seriously going to put that nasty ice cream back in there for everyone to eat are you?
Sassy Boy: I guess
Sassy Jessie: What do you mean you guess? That's disgusting. You can't serve food that has dead flies in it.

Sassy boy rolls his eyes and walks away. Goes to the back where the "cooks" are starts talking to them...they all stare at me...they all laugh at me. By this time Matt and Molly are back and embarrassed. Matt tells me to just order my food. I tell him now I can't because the "cooks" are laughing at me which means they were going to taint my food in some way like I used to do when I worked at McDs and people sassed me. Extra mayo? I'll give you extra mayo. I get to the front of the line again. I tell the dear boy in training I need to speak to the manager. He says ok.

Out comes Sassy Boy.


Sassy Irrational Starving Beast Jessie who just wanted a McChicken: YOU are the manager? Seriously? Who else can I talk to? You clearly haven't been trained because that was disgusting.

Out walks Ash. Ash with her awesome gold shimmer eye shadow. And asks what's wrong. I tell her about the disgusting fly, how he put the ice cream back and how they were all at the very moment staring at me and laughing.

Sassy Ash: Well I am the assistant manager and I will make sure that I talk to him about this later but I can't do it now. Do you know what you want?
Sassy Jessie: I can't order anything now...the cooks are all laughing at me. They are going to spit in my food. I want the number to your actual manager.
Sassy Ash: I'm the assistant manager and I'm sure they aren't laughing at you and I will make sure they don't spit in your food.
Sassy Jessie: I know you are the assistant manager I want to talk to somebody who knows what they are doing and hey are laughing at me, I'm watching them right now.
Sassy Ash: I am not about to accuse somebody of something I know nothing about.
Sassy Jessie: It's not accusing. I'm watching them. I want the number of someone I can talk to. This is the worst McDonalds I have ever been to.

Matt and Molly leave. Heads held low in shame.

Sassy Ash continues to tell me how she will reprimand them later but she wouldn't accuse them of doing something when she couldn't see it. I told her to just give me the number and stop talking to me about it. She keeps interrupting telling me that she won't accuse anyone of anything over and over. I ask her to please stop interrupting me and just give me the number. She keeps interrupting me as I'm asking her to please stop interrupting me. I yell at her "YOU ARE INTERRUPTING ME RIGHT NOW" She then says "Well now I am REFUSING service to you" I tell her I don't want her service, that's the point Ash. I want the phone number and I want to leave. She gives me the number. I leave. Starving. Annoyed. Laughing out loud.

And that's that.

Helllooooo Out There

Before I go on a rant about how long it's been since I've posted lets all take a moment to honor Molly's hotness. Seriously. If I could chop off her hair and glue it on mine I'd do it in a heartbeat.

All right. Times up.

So the three people who actually read my blog have been pestering me for months...yikes...months to update my blog. I thought I had given up on my blog, I really did. Work is busy. Life is busy. I have things to sew. Our internet is pretty unreliable. I post all my pictures on facebook anyways. I have no energy for creative writing. BUT one thing made me change my mind... (interruption...i just got a text from my husband saying "update your blog" alright already...i'm doing it!)... the thing that made me change my mind? Albertson's is NOT my hero anymore. I have had quite the run in with the coupons at that place and have embarrassed all my friends and family by yelling at the check out boys & girls about the price on my Quaker Oat Squares and now remember why I used to refuse service to them. Speaking of refusing service...I was refused service at McDonalds just the other day but that is another story for another time.

I just don't know where to begin.

We have been busy. Matt is going to school full time. Two years left and he will be DONE. I can hardly wait. I would like to stay home and tan and have babies and make crafts and go on lunch dates. Sounds dreamy right? I know.

I suppose I will start with Matt's birthday.

I planned a surprise birthday scavenger hunt...thanks to Marg and her rad ideas...up in p-town. Part of it was because I love my darling and wanted him to have a fun and exciting birthday doing things we are too boring to usually do, and part of it was because I was being selfish and wanted to go to Washington Square Mall and Ikea. My birthday bash idea killed two birds with one stone(which by the way is a pretty gross thing if you think about it. yuck.)

I gave Matt clues such as "Where Swedes go to shop"-Ikea

While we were there we bought this

For my sewing room...but it wasn't bright enough so we put it in Moll's reading corner in her room and sometimes I'm so jealous that it's not in my room I go sit under it just to admire it's cuteness.

Then we went to where St. Nick goes for lunch-Nicholas' Lebanese food...yikes. I really tried to like it but it was a stretch. The only thing that saved me from barfing was the gigantic pita bread.

We did other silly things like getting ice cream cones and going to Nike Town and going to Desseret book. But the raddest part of all was going bouldering. I was trying to be adventurous but it was quite the disaster.

This is me...an inch off the floor...hanging on for dear life.

This is Matt...almost upside down...rockin it like always.

Our arms felt like jello.

Then we went shopping and to Cheesecake Factory and ate until we thought we would explode. The next day we had a BBQ with the whole fam dam.

And that's all she wrote.

Albertsons-My Hero

This is a miracle story really.
When we first moved to Ashland I shopped at Albertsons. I didn't know I had choices. Albertsons was close, it was friendly, and it was EXPENSIVE. After a couple of years of wondering why my grocery bill was over 100 dollars a week for 3 people I starting looking around at my options. Ashland is small. Ashland is not into chain stores. Ashland likes to be organic. My only choice was to move onto Medford-where I found WINCO. WINCO was my saving grace, it chopped my bill down by more than half. Who knew that little old me would turn into a price watcher, that's what marriage does to you I suppose...Matt has been thanking his lucky stars. The point of all of this rambling is that I never even step foot inside Albertsons unless I am getting a Red Box. Well on Wednesday night I rushed into the forbidden food palace to pick up some hot cocoa for young womens. I just happened to pass the cereal isle on my way out and right before my very eyes they were having a SALE on CEREAL. Its unheard of. My fav cereal in all the world was on sale. It's NEVER on sale...even at WINCO its 5 bucks for a teensy box. I bought 30 boxes of cereal and only spent 30 dollars. Its amazing really. Needless to say I have a raging stomach ache because I have been eating nothing but huge mounds of oatmeal squares for days now.

Feelin the Love Yall

Why does blogger.com hate me? I would blog more...I really would...if only it didn't take me three and a half days to upload one picture. I am going on a strike from blogger until they can let me do my thing without having a mental break down. Until then...

Business World Here I Come

Ever since I was a little lady I would sit with my mom's trusty Victoria's Secret magazine and circle all the "classy" business lady outfits I would someday get to wear. I guess the day has come my friends. I have officially passed all my real estate exams and am a licensed real estate agent. hold your applause. Now comes the tricky part. I have to have a business card. Who knew that along with classy business lady suits I would also need classy business lady cards? And who knew that their would be so many "life changing" decisions...like...what picture do I use for all the world to see? Here's my fav. I think. My cousin Jessica snapped this beauty last weekend and my great friend Marg (as I like to call her when she is being my photo lady) jazzed it up a bit. She said she gave me the vogue treatment...she got rid of my bloodshot eyes, stray hairs, wrinkles around my eyes, spots on my shirt and made my teeth white. Now if that doesn't sound like classy business lady I don't know what does. So what do you think? Did Marg's tricks do the trick? Do I look like I'm going to pass out? Does my shirt scream I'm 70 years old? Is my grow out distracting you? Tell me please.