Archive for May, 2009
I may have had a small glass of wine with lunch but that’s not why this is so FUNNY! (Or I LOVE JENNY THE BLOGGESS!)
Posted by nothingwitty in The evil side of Ariel on May 7, 2009
Warning, do not click through unless you have a warped AND AWESOME sense of humor.
Jenny the Bloggess is now writing a sex column and it promises to be completely stellar, just like her.
She also writes an advice column and she is totally smarter than Dr. Phil which doesn’t sound like a compliment because it doesn’t sound like that could be hard but I REALLY mean it as a compliment, I HEART YOU JENNY!
How to avoid the swine flu:
Posted by nothingwitty in The evil side of Ariel on May 7, 2009
French kissing pigs should DEFINITELY be on the list of things you SHOULDN’T do!

In which she confesses to eating chocolate donuts for breakfast
Posted by nothingwitty in House!, Moving on May 7, 2009
I did, and I’m only slightly ashamed.
The inspection came back really good- only a few minor things, he says for a house that is 13 years old it has been well cared for. The appraisal is tomorrow, and things continue to march on slowly… Hoping still to close on the 22nd!
Send chocolate
Am PMSing. Send help. Send alcohol. Send someone to give me a back massage!
I NEED CHOCOLATE.
I think PMS proves intelligent design wrong. Just my current theory.
Our house inspection is today. I’m hoping everything looks good so we can move forward!
I heart Alton Brown
Posted by nothingwitty in Fat Ass, Food on May 5, 2009
Do you think he’d want to be my second husband?
F.Y.I.
Posted by nothingwitty in Recovering Mormon on May 4, 2009
There is NO SUCH THING as MORMON PANTYHOSE.
(Most popular search item that brings people to my blog, probably because of THIS post.)
When the cat’s away the mice will play
Posted by nothingwitty in Brian, Brian as Dad, Emma, Family, Home, Life on May 2, 2009
Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday. We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left. No celebrating for us. (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)
Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days. Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE. Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day. We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier. I am not a CPA. There are things she could do that I can’t. It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….
Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too. I guess we are well rested.
Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:
I love you, will you marry me? Will you buy a house with me? Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night. I love you, Brian.
Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes. You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”. I guess that’s really what he’s saying.
Emma misses him. She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home. And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days. She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.
I miss him too.



