Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Shanna I implore you

Dear Shanna,

I am officially posting a blog for the one and only purpose of asking you to please update your blog. What can I do to help you? I'll do anything. Anything. Today is the 2 month anniversary of the last time you wrote anything. It's very sad indeed. And I am also very sad. Please don't make me sit through another graveyard shift with nothing to read about. It's depressing.

Anticipatingly yours,


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The tree is up, time for Halloween pics!

Introducing our Christmas tree: pre-lit and artificial, compliments of Sam's Club. I LOVE IT. Rhett made fun of me for helpfully reading the instructions - ALOUD - to him as he pulled it out of the box. It pretty much goes like this:
~Remove from box.
~Put bottom, middle, and top pieces together in that order.
~Plug it in.
And I know because I read the whole thing. Otherwise, you can see how it could have been potentially disastrous. Always read the instructions! I'm a big believer in it.
I love having the Christmas tree up. All of a sudden this weird new place we're living in feels like home. Should I be embarrassed or proud that it's up before December has even started? At least I waited till after Thanksgiving. I was just so excited. I also wrapped one little present to put beneath the tree so it wasn't depressing under there. It's the Ocean's 11 DVD 3-pack with 11, 12, & 13 for Rhett. He told me they were on sale and going quickly, and made sure I rushed over to get it. He called me while I was at Target and guided me step by step to the DVD gift set aisle, terrified I was too late. But I got the last one- Triumph! So I'd like to keep it a big surprise, if you don't mind. Please refrain from calling him at work.

Thanksgiving was great, spent at Sky Ranch (aka Hurricane, aka St. George) with the Durbano fam. Rhett and I were in charge of the mashed potatoes. Two bags of potatoes and six cubes of butter later, the mashed masterpiece was finished. Zero heart attacks followed. We attempted to see a movie that night, and keeping in true form, the whole darn family got kicked out of the movie theater because my little brother Josh climbed over the seats in the theater rather than using the aisles. Horror of horrors, you should have heard this tuxedo-clad manager yelling from the bottom of the theater. "You- You're outta here! Get out of my theater. Take your ticket and get a refund, and don't come back." I'm not even joking here people. This is a true story. 'And don't come back'??? It sounds like a terrible line from an even more terrible movie. Apparently those theater managers in Hurricane, UT take their jobs pretty seriously. Originally, Josh was the only one kicked out. I asked the manager if that was really necessary, or if perhaps this was an overreaction, and he asked me if I wanted to pay to replace the seat. I happily offered to pay for the cleaning bill if, in fact, he could find a trace of dirt left on the seat by my brother. Perhaps that helped get the rest of us kicked out, who knows. My sweet mom asked him if he had had a nice Thanksgiving. I laughed a lot.

And last but not least, Halloween was a blast. Rhett's family goes all out to entertain the trick-or-treaters. Their home is complete with a dummy on a zip line that flies out of the tree towards the front door, 2 fog machines, strobe lights, scary music, a fog horn, and 2 chainsaw-wielding brothers hiding in the bushes. That really gets the kids screaming.

You may not be able to tell what's happening here, but Rhett and his bro Zack are chainsaw fighting. By my estimate, they have the coolest house in all of small-town Huntsville. Some of the trick-or-treaters came back 3 times. Rhett and I both chose our costumes an hour before leaving the house, so they're not new. But the pairing is new, so tada!

We're both convicts.

Happy Halloween,
Happy Thanksgiving,
and Merry Christmas.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I'm fine with PG


Simply due to the addition of the word "bomb," I've jumped up a rating. Very curious indeed.

G, eh?

Well, friends, mine too is rated G. Shall we have a little fun with this? I'm very curious what it takes to get the rating bumped up a notch.

Let's see what I can do about this... for the sake of your virgin eyes, do not read on:
crap hate death suck fight kill bomb guns violence porn

That oughta do it. Let's find out.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

and the night shift drags on

Tonight I am working the first graveyard shift of my life. 7pm to 7am, and what a treat it is. I had things to do for about the first 2 hours, and now I am getting paid to browse the internet, clean out my inbox, do a little online window shopping, and now I blog. Almost worth it, I know, but I'd still rather be at home in my bed. Still 8 hours to go on my shift. One of the other girls here is making a Wendy's run as we speak, so that will be the uncontended highlight of the night. I'm really looking forward to it. 5-piece chicken nuggets with sweet & sour sauce and a sour cream and chives baked potato, my favorite Wendy's order. It used to cost me $1.13 but they went and hiked up the potato price by a couple dimes behind my back - scoundrels. But honestly I'd pay it any day. I can't get enough of those chicken nuggets. However, let it be stated that the best nuggets in all the world can be found right at your neighborhood food court at Chic-Fil-A. Rhett had chicken nuggets from Chic-Fil-A today, and I almost cried when I discovered he had called me from the food court to see if I wanted any, but I didn't answer because I was at a bridal shower. So he didn't get me any because he didn't know when I'd be home or if I'd already eaten. And those waffle fries!? With FRY SAUCE? It was truly a tragedy. And then add their deliciously pulpy lemonade, with free refills, and I'm a happy girl.

What else to say? I feel like I should just ramble on and on for the sake of filling time, but I'll spare the rest of you.

And as for things to come here on this ol' blog, I should tell you that we officially have the internet at our home now, as of this week. It's very exciting. And I have many, MANY pictures to download and stories to share. So look forward to much blogging excitement and possibly overstimulation. It's gonna be rich. Halloween pictures posted on Thanksgiving? Yes, please.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

I have a date tonight

In case there were any questions, I really love my husband. I'm sitting here at work, on the tail end of my 12-hour shift at the hospital, and the phone rings. The girl that usually answers the phones was busy, so I grabbed it. "2 North, this is Natalie." The guy on the other line answered, "Nataree?" That's what Rhett calls me when he's playing around. And I was so happy just to hear his voice on the other end of the line! And then that darling boy asked me on a date for tonight after I got off work. It made my day. (Week is more like it.) So we're going to the Jazz game tonight and Rhett's pretty excited to have some bonding time with LaBron James. And I loved that he officially asked me on a date. Even though we're married, even though we always spend time together, it still melts my heart. It makes me feel giddy like it's our second date or something. He even walked up into the closet and asked me what clothes I want him to bring because he knows I'd hate to show up to a Jazz game in my green scrubs. He's such a good man. Good thing I got ready this morning before work is all I can say. That's rarely something I do at 5:30 in the morning. For some reason, this morning was special. I even curled my hair! The stars aligned I guess.

So I have a date tonight. Now all I can do is stare at the clock and watch it tick tock the time away until I can go and meet this hot guy I'm going out with tonight. I think I have a crush on him.