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Oopsie 

First off excuse the profanity in the picture. HOWEVER this picture hits home with me. And to be honest something I may have accidentally done. Actually more like multiple time. I get the load in the wash and start it….and then…I’m done. Or I like to think that I am. I have received so many text the next day stating there is some type of clothing not dry for him because I didn’t put it in the dryer: underwear, pants, jacket, and shirts.

Granted for my right to be right (I always am) I have sign in the laundry room stating “If you want you laundry done in a timely fashion…DO IT YOURSELF.” HeHe So my response to these texts are: “Please refer to sign hanging to the right of the dryer. You are welcome for getting the load started.” (Ladies…little tip/trick: put a sign up..they can’t fault you…they’ve been warned!)

And the sexting part? Do they mean “married flirty text” cause I am pretty sure I am still part of the generation prior to sexting. Flirty text = ok…”sexting”=  awkward. But maybe I just don’t understand the difference between flirting and sexting. They sound completely different to me and I won’t get into details why.

 

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Traditions denied by adulting. 🙅🏼

At this very time – every year since I was born – I would be sitting shotgun in my Dad’s or my Papa’s motorhome working the CB radio on the way to Dumont Dunes. *If you do not know what a CB radio is you are too young!!!* My family was part of the Dune Masters, a dune buggy club that went out together and had the time of our lives. Since my Papa passed my family has not kept up this tradition. And let me tell you I want more than anything to get it started again, raising my children doing it and experiencing all that I have grown and loved.

But you know growing up, bills, work, all that adulting CRAP really puts a halt to these traditions you experienced as a kid. Its not like my entire childhood where I had the whole next week off and a family to fund this VERY  expensive get-a-way. I keep telling myself, “Next year! We are doing it!” But it never quite works out that way.

Its not just the camping and riding about going to the dunes. It was/IS the Dune Masters. The camaraderie of everyone out there. The traditions out there; Bingo night, the raffle, the all day mens ride, ALL of us eating Thanksgiving dinner TOGETHER, the campfires, going to the canyon at night to shoot bottle rockets at each other, THE PEOPLE. 

I’ve always promised myself I was going to become the first “girl” Dune Master to get in with her Papa’s buggy. Im going to do it. I’M GOING TO DO IT NEXT YEAR. I have decided. It’s going to happen.

Have fun out there Dune Masters! I’ll be thinking of you! Wishing I was out there!

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First Kiss💋

We all remember ours….here is mine.

I was in 7th grade. Two classmates of mine were over for a school project of some sorts. My house was on a cul de sac so we went outside to play around. Little did I know this boy had a sneaky little plan. He had our other friend stay at the bottom of a little hill close to my house. Somehow me and the boy were up by a tree and he grabbed my face and kissed me. I was in heaven. I had had a crush on him for most of my elementary years. I later learned our friend was the “lookout”….just in case my dad came outside!

We graduated 8th grade and went our ways….different high schools. Didn’t stay in touch either.

And then two and a half years ago we decided to meet up at a local bar. We spent all night talking, laughing, dancing, and at the end of the night kissing. We haven’t stopped seeing each other since then. And now I am marrying my first kiss.

My true fairytale love story.

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Want to buy a cow?

Like a stuffed animal? Or cow print something? As a pet?

These are all very legitimate responses when asked this question. Especially if you have always grew up in the city. Well now that I live in the country this was a question I was asked. And let me tell you when I was asked this the expression of confusion on my face was far more humorous than it was intended to be. It was then explained to me that the ranches here where I live sell the whole cow after being slaughtered. Now it is a great deal financially wise. It’s like the ultimate Costco deal (no Costco up here either). Nevertheless that question took me off guard. You truely realize you are no longer a city girl and now live in a small town when that is an option for you.

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Still working on the camo thing….not quite my style….yet. 
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Time Change.

Go back. I don’t care about that extra hour in the morning. I want it to still be daylight when I get home from work. When it is pitch black – in the country we don’t have street lights – when I get home I want to eat and you know get in bed. It’s night time..it’s bed time…my day is done. That mentally would totally work if I got up at 4 am and did the crap I have to do at night. Buttttt that is definitely NOT the case. I still push my alarm with like two to three alarms. Making me run around the house with my head cut off cause I have about 8 minutes until I have to get in my car.

So time change sucks. That’s my conclusion.

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Christmas List.

So Christmas is right around the corner. I mean like right there as soon as you turn the corner!!! By this time every year as a child I had magazines on top of magazines with circles outlining everything I wanted. And because I was such a fortunate child I got pretty much everything I ever wanted. It also helped that I was THE only child for about 8 years in my whole family. Tehe

However now when I get asked, “what do you want for Christmas?” – “Well….financial stability…new career…to eat whatever I want and not get fat…oh and a nap!” That’s all I want these days. Biggest one is the nap. If I could just a bunch of those all time, life would be grand!

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Half-Way Mark

So it is officially 6 months until my big day. We’ve been planning for 6 months and now only have 6 months to go. Um what?!!? If this next 6 months go as quick as these last 6 it’ll be here in no time. And let me tell you the mixture of nerves stress and happiness is quite extreme. The say there is a thing called “pregnancy brain” but I am going to coin Wedding Brain. My brain is all over the dang place. I can’t make a decision to save my life which only adds more stress. Vicious circle. I mean I’ve had about 3 different for sure bridesmaids dresses and just yesterday I officially choose one. So that’s good. I know it’s going to be an incredible day. Just as much as I want it to be here and experience it I also want the next 6 months to last as long as possible. Only 6 more months that my last name will be McClelland.

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That could be very entertaining…..