"remind me of your name again?"

So last Friday we went to the Chili Cook Off at the church. We've actually gone to quite a few church activities which I am pretty proud of myself because I am normally a church anti-social. Where I come from I didn't need to be friends with people at church cause I had my own friends, also where I come from people at church suck. Here, people are friendly and cool/interesting.

Anyway, we've been in the ward for about... 4 months. Long enough that we're not really new. Long enough that we've met the same handful of people enough that we should remember their names, because they definitely remember ours, but for some reason my HUSBAND, can not remember anybody's names.

I was so embarrassed of him at this particular church function because people would be like, "hi taylor & kynslie" and Taylor would be like, "Remind me of your name again..." in a friendly tone, of course. But the time limit has passed where you can ask these people that without sounding like, "Hi, I'm an arsehole and you weren't significant enough to remember." I started keeping count in my head of how many times he said this to people that night, I got to 9 times and then got distracted.

He would even say that to people that we had never even met. Like instead of just saying, "Hi, I'm Taylor, what's your name?" He would say, "I'm Taylor, Remind me of your name again." and I just stared at him. I was in such awe of him, awe and embarrassment. There are other ways of talking to someone who's name you forgot. First of all, we're at church so you can just be like, "Brother" and "Sister" which to me is weird and what old people do, but it is acceptable, at church. There's also, buddy, guy, sir, ladyguy, ladysir, dude, bro, champ, sport, madam, girl, etc.

I'm not really sure how Taylor thrived and flourished so well in the single's ward before I came a long, with his blatant disregard for important personal details like someone's name. Maybe he lost his tact after he married me. Or maybe it was because he put out.

If you are reading this, and at some point this man of mine has forgotten your name, just ignore him. He called me Kinesly (pronounced Ka-eye-nz-lee) like the second time I met him, and I still married him. So he's obviously got some good qualities too.

wifed up wednesday: sigh, tissue pom poms.

today i realized it was wednesday. i came home from work and i got distracted by video games. because i'm not really a good wife, i just pretend.

i was going to do a picture tutorial like last week but then some other things happened so i made this video. i realize that probably everyone on the planet knows how to make these.

sorry that i look disgusting and sorry that i'm so large. and sorry about my weird hair. and sorry about my dog. but really i'm not sorry about any of it. but i'm truly sorry for the aeropostale hoodie, I don't even know where it came from. i think my friend's exboyfriend. awkward.

here you go! enjoy. next week will be better, i swear.

Tay edited this video for me. I am grateful but I wasn't supervising so weird things happened.

Also, I took way too long and the camera cut off so there's no ending. but here is the end result, in my mouth:

i really hope i don't make a habit out of this video thing or it will defeat the purpose of a blog...

the time Taylor's neighbor got shot.

throughout our travels i have found that when men tell stories to a group of people, their women (wife, girlfriend, fiance) like to "help" them tell the story. even, though, typically, it's a story that the woman was not around for, so most of the time their additions are either embellished or completely inaccurate. and so when this happens, it takes at least double the time for the guy to get through the story because she interrupts, or he has to constantly correct her.

in this video, Taylor tells the story of the time his neighbor was shot in the middle of the night. This was several years ago before we even met, but I help him tell the story anyway.

and sorry, a couple of times I almost busted up, because I think we are so hilarious.

ENJOY. (Nice thumbnail huh?)

 

don't forget about the GIVEAWAY.

sippin on juice and juice.

here's what we're up to.

recently we watched this movie (it's available on netflix and huluplus)







And needless to say, we were inspired. not only were WE inspired, but the entire Giddens clan was inspired. some pulled out and dusted off their old juicers and others bought brand new ones.  We wanted to get our juice on. 
this weekend while we were in Valdosta celebrating Kendall & Laney's first birthdays, we tried out some juicing as a family. 
here's some testimonials:
April: "It's actually pretty delicious."
Nana: "I think you could just blend and it would be just as good."
Pop: "Can I juice a honey glazed ham?"
Thomas: "No way, I'm not juicing. I don't eat food!"
Jamie: "I'm pregnant. Where's the bacon?" 
John: "I'm going full force on a juice fast. Next stop, total health transformation."
Angie: "John, get me a Dr. Pepper. STAT." 
Alex: "Taylor bribed me with money to drink some mean green juice. I would have done it for free."

As for Taylor and I, we're trying it out. Slowly. We borrowed nana and pop's Jack Lalane juicer and Taylor tried it out last night. I actually, really don't mind the juice, but it always comes out warm and I like my beverages to be icy cold. So I went ahead and tried out this smoothie recipe (which I found on, of course, PINTEREST) in the blender which proved to be satisfying and delicious:
1/2 Cup Frozen Peaches1/2 cup frozen mango2 bananasa couple of handfuls of fresh spinachIcea little bit of water to help blend
Blend, and enjoy.
Super easy, super delicious.
Anyway, back to the juicing. Juicing is fun, and it's super good for you. The guy in the movie went on 60 day juice fast and did nothing but juice. He lost 80 pounds and was able to completely wean himself off of his autoimmune disease meds. I'm not sure that we will ever get to the point where we go total juice, but I would really like to see us get into juicing regularly. we only get this one body and i want to start taking better care of it. 

FRESH BEETz

I'm not totally loving the juice yet though, but I feel like there are so many options out there that maybe I will find something that I like, or maybe it's like beer and I will eventually acquire the taste for it. I know Taylor is pretty excited about juicing and I think it's important to support him. It would probably be really hard for him if i was eating bacon and chocolate while he's trying to be healthy. 
if you are interested in trying out some of the juice recipes that we're all trying, you can click HERE!

shaving.

i know that technically, as a married blogger i am supposed to update on the holiday happenings. but this isn't it. maybe tomorrow.

i love Taylor's beard. seriously, i love it. it's multi colored and a little gingery, but i just think he is so cute with a beard. i love him without it too. but i really feel like he is personalizing his face specifically for me when he sports his technicolor dream beard.

but sometimes, he has to shave it. i don't really understand why, but i guess it's probably good to let your face breathe once in awhile

at first i would get really sad when he would shave it. but it grows back pretty fast, so it's fine. but we've (Tay) has gotten into this new thing where he shaves it but he likes to take multiple hours to do so.

he'll shave it into weird designs and hang out like that before he shaves it all off and then try to make out with me and it upsets me. he'll do mutton chops, Hitler stache, goatee, chinstraps etc., but today he did the worst thing ever, he did a Fred Durst-esque kind of thing and it was extremely unsettling.

April is visiting us and she encourages his exploration of facial hair design, as she finds it humorous or cool. i am definitely an advocate for comedic and/or ironic facial hair but not when it comes to the man that i share my home and bed with.

it's harder for me to love him when he looks like he belongs in a limp bizkit video.

don't worry though, i bartered some kisses to get him to shave it off and it's gone now.

for my husband, i prefer a nice manly mustache. or a well trimmed beard. but legally i am obligated to love him, even when he looks like trash and takes pictures of himself in the mirror to amplify the trashiness.

sigh.

best 2 years.

Today I reached a milestone no other female has reached before.

I have officially been Taylor Giddens' woman (girlfriend, fiance, WIFE) for 2 years.

Most people know the story. And I'm not going to get real far into it. But let's just say, Taylor and I had a real immature start. I mean, homeboy, asked me to be his girlfriend on facebook. and let's not talk about how twitterpatted I got over that move.

Anyway, I wish that I could say that we've gotten more mature over the past 2 years, but we have not. We stay up way too late playing video games on work nights. We laugh at tasteless jokes. And we eat children's cereals.

But I think it makes for more fun.

Anyway, I made this little slideshow with a picture of us together for every month we've been together. It took me like 3 days to gather these together, and some of them are really ridiculous cause I REALLY had to scrape...even cell phone pics. (So not our style, right?)

(However, November is missing, because we weren't actually together until December...see: facebook relationship.)

Honestly, you'll probably think this video is lame. But it's FINE.

we're in love.

The Couch Story aka My 1st REAL Redneck Experience

Just to clear the air before we get started, this is NOT the couch that we are picking up today.

This is a story all about how our life got flipped, turned up side down.......... For a couple of hours.

So as I said, I was in --what felt like, a never-ending search for a grey couch.  So you can imagine my delight and excitement when I saw a grey sectional posted on Craigslist on Sunday night. Normally I skip over the listings without pictures, but I had to see it. So Taylor called and the guy emailed the pictures to me.

Sometimes I have to consciously make an effort not to be a photo snob, because I've been spoiled by Tay's DSLR. But these pictures were taken on a cell phone and they were pretty bad. Anyway, no matter, I was still all amped up about it being grey. So Taylor asked the guy where he lived, "near Hinesville" he said. Which is about, 45 min -1 hr away. Which is where they have a lot of trailer parks. And I said to Taylor, "Oh, he probably lives in a trailer park." To which Taylor replied "No, he said he has the couch in his shed. People who live in trailers don't have sheds." And he is more of the trailer park expert so I listened. Anyway, we made plans to go see the couch Monday evening after Taylor got off of work.

[The guy posted the couch, again (for about the 4th time) and this time with the *high quality* pictures along with it. So this isn't the listing that I initially saw, but I thought I would screen shot it for visual aid purposes.]

Okay, let us pause and analyze for just a moment, so the couch here is listed as a REMBRANDT sofa. Go Google Rembrandt couch and see what comes up. Go ahead. I'll wait. Okay, see how there is nothing?? So I knew from the start that couldn't be right, I knew that Rembrandt makes teeth whitening products, and I was pretty sure they hadn't ventured into the furniture business. But anyway, more on that in a minute...

So the guy gave us his address and we put it in the GPS to see how long it would really take us to get there. Remember that he said he lived near Hinesville. Let me show you where Hinesville is in comparison to Savannah (where we are):

So, it is quite a drive, but worth it for a grey couch for me. So we go ahead and put the address his gave us in the GPS, and this is where he actually lived:

As you can see, the B marker is where Hinesville is, and the C marker is where he lived, outside of a [horrendous smelling] town called Jesup.  Just so we're clear, that is almost TWICE as long of a drive as the drive to Hinesville. So I was starting to feel like maybe the couch wasn't really worth it.

When I woke up on Monday I kept feeling like I should just forget about the couch. It was too far, and we don't have a truck to get it here so it would probably cost us a buttload and a half just to get it home. And it would have to make a SECOND trip there and it didn't look THAT great. So I had decided we were not going. And then I got a call from Taylor at work, who was trying to figure out a plan to go look at the couch that night after her got off work. "I don't want to go. I don't think it's worth it." Then Tay was like, "Come on, we have to try. You might love it!! and it's a lot cheaper than a brand new one. and if we get this cheaper couch we can get a new mattress."  I told him I didn't care. But after we got off the phone I started to feel guilty, I thought about how I had been acting like a brat all week and maybe it would be the best couch ever. So against my better judgement.... we went.

So we're driving along and Taylor is tired so he's boring and Lux isn't doing anything particularly exciting so I just started yelling things and laughing about how stupid we were for driving almost two hours to go look at some redneck's old couch, that he bought used from Craigslist.

FINALLY, we get there. And it's dark and as we pull up we can see that they do in fact, live in a trailer. There's a very butchy woman in the kitchen window, and at first I'm not sure if it's a man or a woman. Taylor gives the guy a call to make sure we're at the right place and the guy is at Wal-Mart [of course, a town with only 700 people, still has a Wal-Mart...... ugh.] and says he'll be there in 5 minutes. So we wait in the car.

About 2 minutes later, a truck pulls up. So we get out, and go introduce ourselves to the man who gets out of the truck, who looks like he's 65. As soon as he opened his mouth I could hardly stand myself. I've heard all sorts of southern accents, but his sounded exactly like the way me and Tay talk to eachother in jokey southern accents. I mean EXACTLY. Well it turns out this guy isn't the guy with the couch, but his BFF. So the butchy woman then emerges from the trailer saying "Ya'll come on in here!!!" and we obeyed. We go inside and meet the butchy woman, who is couch guy's mom.There is a toddler sleeping in a car seat by the TV. Upon entering the light I can see that couch guy's BFF is not 65, he is young, in his early twenties. So we sit on the couch (not the couch on craigslist) and wait. Normally, in awkward situations Taylor is very good at chatting with people and diffusing the situation. In this particular instance, Tay was extremely tired and not up for chatting. So I am forced to make conversation WITHOUT laughing in this guys face. I ask him about the town and if he's lived there his whole life, he has, of course. He tells me there is about 700 people in the town. I tell him I grew up in a town with about 2000 to make him feel like I'm on his level, but he is more impressed than anything.

FINALLY, couch guy pulls up and we go out to meet him so we can go look at the couch.....in the shed. Behind his trailer. Couch guy is also, young, and is with his anorexic scraggly smoking girlfriend, who walks by, ignoring us, heading for the house. Which is totally fine by me, I don't think I can handle anymore stereotypes coming to life in front of my eyes at this point. Couch guy is a real nice guy, he is explaining to us how he lives with his mom and his girlfriend just moved in with them so they have a couple of couches to get rid of. He pulls the car up so that we have some light shining on the shed. I think that was when the reality of everything really hit me. It literally took everything out of me to not start LAUGHING. and I MEAN REALLY LAUGHING. There's what looks like 80 couches piled on top of each other in the shed and I see a roach scurry off. They pull out one section and the cushions and we sit on it. It's kind of romantic, sitting outside on part of a sectional, in the light of car headlights, just the two of us, and couch guy and his BFF.

So I know what you're really wondering, how was the COUCH? Well, it wasn't that bad actually. I'm not really sure what fabric it was but I know it wasn't microfiber, or anything that would ever be stain resistant. And the cushions were very obviously sat in and used. But it wasn't the worst couch ever, and I don't think it smelled like pee, sex, or cigarette smoke. Which is always nice.

While they were putting the cushions back I saw the tag with the brand name on the couch which was BERNHARDT. not Rembrandt. But I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to feel like I was patronizing him. If he even knew what that meant. And when Taylor asked him the brand while we were there he seemed so confident. He said "It's Rembrandt. Yep. Rembrandt."  HE SAID IT TWICE.

We tell couch guy we appreciate him showing us the couch and inside I'm thinking, "These guys probably think we are the dumbest idiots, driving 2 hours to LOOK at a couch for 3 minutes." Then I think, "I can't believe I've gotten to this point in my life where I am worried about what people, let alone rednecks are thinking about me." He tells us he's no rush and he'd deliver for us if we pay for gas. He tells us he's not busy but he's in school all day. Then Taylor asks where, and he says the technical college down the road. Couch guy then proceeds to tell us he is graduating in May and can't wait to be done cause he's been there for a year and a half. And if I were Taylor, at that moment I would have been like TRY GOING FOR 6 YEARS!! But he ain't even like that. Anyway, it's not like I can talk, I'm a college drop out.

So then we part ways and spend the entire drive home laughing and I keep yelling,

"THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!"

I like to yell in the car.

"i'm in a glass case of emotion!"

um, so this week was super crazy.

Wednesday morning, April left. I woke up to an empty apartment. Something felt weird about that morning. A text came in on the borrowed phone that I have that was across the room, but I figured it was probably some junk message from the service provider, so I ignored it. About an hour later I got a call on the house phone from Taylor at work.

This is how the conversation went:

Tay: "Hi, did you get my text message?"

Kyns: "Uhhh no."

Tay: "Okay well, you probably won't like this but today I talked to my boss, and it looks like they will be sending me to China for a month."

Kyns: ........................

Tay: "And unfortunately they said I can't bring my wife."

Kyns: ......................

Tay: "You're crying aren't you?"

I was crying. That might sound like a stupid reason to cry, but who in the world wants to be away from their husband for a month? Let alone any time period at all. AND THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING, we haven't even established ourselves in Savannah and now that was going to be delayed even longer.

So I spent all of Wednesday feeling sorry for myself.
Thursday accepting everything, but secretly wishing that he couldn't get his visa to go.
And then Friday rolled around and I had just written a "woe is me" blog about the further delay of my normal life when I got another phone call from the Mr. himself.
and this is how that conversation went:

Tay: "So, what would your emotional reaction be if I didn't go to China?"

Kyns: "Well, obviously I would like that."

Tay: "You would be happy?"

Kyns: "Yes! Very."

Tay: "Okay then I won't go."

It turns out that they decided it wouldn't be fair to send Taylor to China when we hadn't been given a chance to get settled in Savannah. Once again, I am extremely grateful that he has a manager who cares at least a little about his family life.

I kind of feel like I had to experience that moment of drama to be sure that I appreciate the mediocre life that is ahead of me. Because that's really, all I want is to call somewhere home and have some sense of stability.

Taylor was a little bit bummed, cause he was a kind of excited to go, (there is still a chance he could go, but not until after we get back.)

So naturally went to get Chinese food to celebrate. We found a pretty good place in Oxford that was pretty legitimate for real Chinese food. They had "Hot Pot" which is not a drug, but basically Chinese fondue. [Are you ready for another Wikipedia link? Okay aaannnd NOW.]

IT WAS DISGUSTING. But Taylor enjoyed every second of it. It made me happy to see him happy, and in general I was just happy that things might actually go my way. So nothing could get me down, not even plastic flavored meat or shrimps with their heads still on.

It's pretty crazy to think that we have LESS than 2 weeks left here, 12 days to be exact. But as you can tell by my previously mentioned dramatics, I am more than ready to get back to America and be a normal boring human being with my little puppy and my husband.

P.S.
Today is our half-anniversary! We celebrated by eating delicious salads and portobello mushroom sandwiches.
And we watched Mean Girls 2 which is the worst movie on the entire planet.
Anyway, yay for marriage!

Framing the Question for Success

Sometimes I like to frame questions to Kynslie so I can get a specific response like, "Compared to everything you've ever eaten in your life how were those crepes?" looking for the answer "better" because it avoids the use of the superlative "best" which is harder to get someone to say, or like when she complains about her feet hurting while we're supposed to be walking around having fun I ask, "How many of your feet hurt?" knowing that the answer will be both and it will immediately conjure up spirit-lifting images of nicole337 singing one of her originals, "Both of My Feet Hurt".

sometimes you go to France for a sec.

Due to last minute planning and utter lack of motivation on my part, we spent a mere 1.5 hours in France. Hence, the lone photo.

We spent last weekend in Dover [which is a wonderful little gem of a town.] We later discovered that we could take a ferry out of the port of Dover into France. Well, turns out it's a 90 minute boat ride over to the port of Calais. I had never heard of the place, but I thought, we might as well go to say we went to France. So we bought the tickets to leave as early as possible [5:00pm], and return as late as possible [9:45pm]. I didn't do any research about the city of Calais other than a brief skimming of the wikipedia page. I learned there is almost nothing left pre-WWII, [as it was all destroyed with bombs.] So, the ferry got into Calais at about 6:30pm. Perfect, enough time to wander on foot and get back to the port to check in at 9:30 pm. 

WRONG.

We did not take into account the time change. It was actually 7:30pm.

Crap.

So, we book it in the direction which we hope is the direction to the town center, to find somewhere to eat. We had no map, and Taylor was trying to remember some French from high school. But his efforts were futile.

SIDE NOTE:

On the ferry ride over he tried to distract me from my sea sickness by teaching me what little french he could remember. It went a little something exactly like this:

[click me.]

So, after a 20 minute walk,  we end up finding this Cafe called "Cafe de Paris" which sounded pretty glam as most French things do, but I quickly learned that it was pretty much the French version of Denny's. Maybe a little classier. But Taylor ordered steak, and it came with bone marrow.

DISGUSTING. 

He could barely gag it down. I don't know why he felt he had to eat it, but he did. And he didn't shut up about how gross it was the whole rest of the trip. Poor thing. Poor me.

SO after dinner we had just enough time to get back to the port to check in for the ferry.  I put away my complaining skills and put my power walking skills to work. 

We made it.

So that's the story of when we went to France for a second.

monkey nuts. and other shenanigans..

Typically the week days are filled with monotony and Taylor working and me thinking seriously about showering and/or blogging. But in the evenings we usually find ourselves meandering into various shenanigans, like going to the cinema, or the grocery store. Before I get into this, let me give you a little background.

ME: Thinks plays are lame. Thinks symphonies are boring. HATES HATES HATES musicals. I guess you could say, I am a typical 23 year old teenager.

TAYLOR: Thinks plays are cool, especially Shakespeare. Thinks symphonies are entertaining. Doesn't really mind musicals. Reads textbooks for leisure. Nerd.

So last week, Taylor begged me to go with him to some Shakespeare play. And I was like, FINE. The play was Antony and Cleopatra. So we go and it's outside on a rooftop amphitheater, which I admit is kinda cool. It was rainy and I was hungry. And I was surprising not as miserable as I thought I would be considering all circumstances. So I was sitting there, completely content in my poncho when the music started and all of these people came out yelling wearing masks and dancing, and I was like, am I at a The Sound of Animals Fighting concert? Then this guy (Antony) stands up and I notice he's wearing high heels. So the entire time first 20 minutes of the play, I am like, "WHAT'S WITH THE HIGH HEELS?" That's all I could focus on. It just didn't seem relevant to the play. It still doesn't. And the guy was dancing in them. I can't even dance in heels. I was confused and impressed. Anyway, it started raining really hard and the play was stopped mid scene to relocate inside. LONG story short, the play ended up being pretty good. But the end seemed to drag on forever. Nobody tell Shakespeare I critiqued his play. Here's a promo video I found:





Antony and Cleopatra Trailer from Creation Theatre on Vimeo.




In other news, so far we have created a ritual of traveling around the country on the weekends.

WEEKEND 1: Oxford
WEEKEND 2: London
WEEKEND 3: BATH
WEEKEND 4: Cardiff, Wales

Going to Wales was completely spontaneous and we left at about 5:45 PM on Saturday.

"Let's go get dinner in another country!"

What I like most, surprisingly, are the car rides. I think it's really great to spend time with my husband in the car. We always find something to talk and laugh about. We agree on lots of music, so there's never much of a fuss about that. Taylor tells me to look at how cool the sky is about 100 times. I yell something unintelligible in my southern accent and he laughs. It's fun. But I've always felt that way about riding in the car with him.

ANYWAY, so we drive over the bridge into Wales, and I start to notice a strange language and I am like, "What? They speak another language here?" Which in itself just makes me cringe at how stupid it sounds. But Taylor informed me that they speak Welsh, in Wales. Good to know.

So we're driving around for what seems like forever, following signs to Cardiff Bay, not really knowing what Cardiff Bay will hold but when we get there we see lights and hear music, and we even see a carousel. So Taylor immediately names this place PARTY CENTRAL, obviously.

We went and had burgers for dinner, my first time eating beef since we've been here. Then had ice cream. And then some how Taylor talked me into riding the merry-go-round. So we did that. Stopped at the grocery store. And then we went home, like no big deal. We just went to Wales for a couple of hours. Since our stay was so short, we didn't get very many pictures. Except with our phones. So here's some pictures I tried to make look decent.

                                                     
homeless looking girl.

                                              
This is too obscene to talk about.

                                             
I was pretty amused about this ketchup bottle.

 

 

                                              
Typical Taylor face at dinner.

                                          
Lay off me I'm eating ice cream.

                                                       
MONKEY NUTZ!!

                                                 

the day taylor nearly ruined my life.

actually, i'm being dramatic.

On Wednesday we are going to get our apartment, and we decided that we were going to walk down to see and get a feel of where it's at when Tayl got off work.

So we carefully studied google map the night before to get a good feel of where we could take shortcuts since we were walking.

We followed the river, since the apartments are right by the marina, and our journey was successful.  And the walk was nice.

I like walking. And since we don't have a car, I usually just walk around the streets during the day [guess you could say, i'm a street walker]. This particular day I had I spent the afternoon running errands around town and doing some exploring to uncharted streets, and I had been walking, a lot. So when we arrived to our destination on this walk, I was started to get a little bit tired. But nothing extreme. 

Taylor had plans to play soccer (or "football") at 9 00 pm, and his ride was coming at 8 45 pm. It was about 8 00 pm when we started to head back. We got to the wharf and sat by the river and watched the boats and ducks until about 8 20 pm when we figured we should head back. 

This is the moment that I said, "Let's just go the way we came since we don't have a lot of time to get lost.' Taylor said, "Let's just go up this road. It should take us right back to the pub." Me: "I don't think it's a good idea." Taylor: "Nah it's fine come on." Me: "I'm disgruntled. But fine." So, we went that way, it wasn't long before I said, "I am pretty sure we are going WAY out of the way." Taylor: "I think you're right."  The good thing about Taylor is that he has no problem admitting that he's wrong immediately after he realizes it. The bad thing is that it doesn't change the fact we took about 4 times as long in time and distance to get back home.

My feet are still sore since I did my 10 miles of walking today in my crappy flip flops. But it's not like I  couldn't use the exercise. So I guess it's good, and we made it home alive. And, we have the ability to walk (even if it is walking in the wrong direction) which is definitely something to be grateful for.

Easter and WebMD

So, on Easter morning. I woke up to Taylor looking super hot in his church clothes (I stayed behind, as I was under the weather on account of my monthly lady bill.) I walked out into the living room and turned on my new video game. It was about ten minutes into said video game that I noticed an egg sitting atop the xbox. that's when I immediately turned it off and exclaimed: "IS THIS AN EASTER EGG HUNT?!" and Taylor was acting kind of coy about it, but it was. Then I almost cried because I was overly emotional and because I thought it was so thoughtful. And so there I was, pantsless, hunting for eggs filled with candy, on our first married Easter. 

and then, we later dyed eggs, which was wasn't crazy and took about 5 minutes.  Here is a picture I edited to make our life seem artsy and cool:

 The next day, to my dismay, Taylor started having this pain in the left side of his lower ribs. He is a hypochondriac and I am an extreme worrier. Not the best combo for situations such as these. He started talking about collapsed lungs and I was trying to make light of it while secretly stressing in my mind. So after I got done with paper work and came home I spent the day on google trying to play doctor and figure out what was wrong with him before we spent hundreds of dollars at the doctors office since he is uninsured (where were ya on that one, OBAMA!?!?) Well, as I often do, I turned to WebMD which, in some cases has helped me, but in this case, only made things a million times worse, I typed in his symptoms and everything came up from AIDS, to colon cancer, to gas, to a pulled muscle. So that's when I finally put on my big girl pants, went to the store, bought a buttload of ibuprofen, and shoved it down his throat. and whataya know? he's starting to feel better already.

Here's a picture I edited to make this situation seem funny, artsy, and cool: