magic tan... not so magic

As we all know, I can come up with some wonderful ideas from time to time... except for the fact sometimes they don't end up as I planned it out in my head.

Take this for instance... Magic Tan.
I had this brilliant idea that I wanted to do a little spray tanning before I attempted to stumble or walk down the aisle for my wedding.  Since I was getting married on a Tuesday evening... I figured I would go in on a Thursday evening & get my tan on.

Did I mention that not all my ideas always work out as planned?

This is what I consider a complete & total disaster.

So I arrive at Tan & Tone all ready & willing.  I watched a 10 minute video with all the details of what is going to take place behind the Magic Tan door.  The nice lady took me back to the room, went over some instructions, then the door shut.  At first glance I'm not quite sure what to think of this glass coffin I'm soon to be standing in.  I remove all clothing & do all the proper preparations then step into the coffin.  When the door shut I immediately notice the air is very stiff & the smell was a little over powering.

FYI:  If you have severe Asthma... Magic Tan is not a good idea.

I should have immediately known without having even pushed the green go button & already having trouble breathing... this was a bad idea.  But what was my decision?  Yep... I assumed my robot stance & hit the go button.  My first chosen position was to have my back towards the jets of which would be spraying me with my new soon-to-be tan.  When it started it sounded like the air breaks on a semi or a jet engine taking off in flight... loud & scary to say the least.

I immediately went from my robot stance to having my hands & arms directly over my head, saying "oh shit".  Then immediately followed up with "oh crap" because I then realize I'm not in the proper position for the spray tan to be evenly distributed.  In the process of all of that I can't breathe!  The spray tan smells atroshish & completely takes your breathe away.  So I make the quick choice to open & close the glass coffin door a few times to gasp for a quick fresh breathe as best I could, then hurry to assume the correct position again.

In the process of attempting to assume all 4 robot positions correctly, I would open & close the glass coffin door each time in attempt to receive as much fresh air as possible.  Let's just say by the time the last spray had finished I was never so glad to bail out of the glass coffin in to clean air again.  As I look in the mirror I find to my horror that I have wonderful dark streaks running down my legs, arms, face, chest, etc.  Fantastic!  I immediately start the blotting motions with the towel hoping to not smear my new tan but hoping to not have crazy stripe marks all over my body.  Whew.

Unfortunately I've had swelling issues from the start of my pregnancy & by the time I had finished blotting my entire body... I look down & realize I had forgotten to put the correct creme on my toe nails so they wouldn't stain.  Having swelling issues, prevents bending over to that extreme unless I would like to lose what ever I had eaten that day.  I decide it's not that big of a deal, stand there for a few minutes to relax & dry.  As I'm re-applying my clothing I hear the nice lady at the door say "is everything ok in there"?  Which I'm immediately thinking... oh crap she probably noticed the poof's of tanning solution rising from atop the walls, from me opening & closing the coffin door gasping for fresh air.  Oops.  I nicely reply back, "yes all done, getting dressed & fixing to come out".  She says ok then I hurry to finish getting dressed & exit the Magic Tan room & head towards the front.

She stops me to ask how my "experience" was.  Um... how should I reply to this?  Well instead of saying everything was fine, I reply... "it was horrible, total disaster".  She looked at me like I had lost my mind, but I then followed up with the fact, it was loud, smelled bad & I couldn't breathe, but none the less was hoping my new tan would turn out good.  I could tell she was speechless, so I took the opportunity to thank her for her help & wished her a good evening, then hurried out the front door.

Wow what an experience.  Definitely not something I will be participating in again in the future.

The best part is that it's been well over 2 months now since my "experience" with Magic Tan & my toe nails are still this awesome yellow color from the tanning solution soaking in.  Unfortunately there is nothing I can do to remove the yellow coloring, I've tried & nothing works.

So yes... I even walked down the aisle in my wedding with yellow toe nails, it was great, but my dress was long & I seriously don't think anyone noticed.

Some may ask why don't I just get my toe nails painted & well... I can't ever remember having my toe nails painted, because I'm just not that kinda girl.  In fact, I can't stand anyone messing with my feet at all.  I think feet are gross.  Don't touch mine & I won't touch yours, that's the rule.

Hopefully by this time next year, my toe nails will have returned to their original color & the fabulous yellow will be history.

Montana frustration

My hubby & his dad have been on a road trip to Montana since Wednesday.

I have to say I'm ready for him to return home now.

It's frustrating when the longest conversation we've had is approximately 6 minutes at any given time he calls, which is about twice a day.  I know he's with his dad & all.  I know they've been busy & tired.  It's just frustrating.

Especially when your ready to find out all the details of their day plus hopefully discuss the details of mine as well & it abruptly ends with "I gotta run, call ya tomorrow".  Ugh

I guess we're just different in that aspect.  Personally, I would make time every day to have a decent length of conversation with him if I were gone for that long away from home.

It just kind of feels like it's not a big deal to him if we even talk at all.  Or maybe he's so busy he's not missing me.  Heck I don't know.

I'm just ready for him to be home now.  Unfortunately that won't be tomorrow.
Guess I'll just have to deal with it.

Maybe someday I'll get the invite to go to Montana too.  Who knows.

Spike

Now introducing Spike!  He is our newly adopted four legged child.  He comes with the house we are in the process of buying.

What a deal huh?  Buy a house... get a guard dog too.  Awesome!  He's more like an over sized teddy bear, but hey for anyone driving by he has a deep bark & his size is intimidating, so it works.

We are in the process of buying my bff Kat's grandparents house, which happens to be right down the street from my parents.  Hence the reason why Kat & I are bff's... because we grew up down the street from each other.

Anyways... the house is in great condition.  A total perfect situation in so many ways.  Mr. & Mrs. O had to move to Houston to be closer to their daughter & to receive some much needed daily attention.  They've been able to live by themselves all this time, but it was time for them to move.  Of course they were hesitant about moving, but who could blame them for that, I know when that time comes in my life I'll be the same way too.  They really hated to leave Spike behind, but they just couldn't take him with them where they were moving to.  Before they moved, I promised Mrs. O that I would take good care of Spike & he would have a home.  The good thing is, Spike doesn't have to go anywhere.  We're buying the house, so Spike is staying at the home he's always known & doesn't have to be up-rooted & go anywhere else.

I have to admit though, it's kind of a bitter sweet for me.  It seems like everything is falling in to place like it's suppose to, but the sad part for me is that Mr. & Mrs. O don't live there anymore.  They've always lived there.  That house has always been like a 2nd home to me growing up.  Being pregnant, I'm way more emotional about things & saying my goodbye's the day before they left was hard to do.  We are family & the thought of not knowing when I would see these dear sweet people again, was just emotional & still is at times.  I try not to think about it in that way very often & I catch myself & try to re-direct my thoughts to something else.

My sweetheart & I getting married, baby Kayla will be arriving in just 3 short months & us not having real house plans up until the point that Mr. & Mrs. O decided to make the move to Houston... I just have to believe that it all happened for a reason.

On a different note, my bff Kat, her husband & kids have been making trips up here to help make some needed changes & updates to the house.  My brother & sister-n-law have came up to help as well.  Fred & I are very thankful for everyone whose willing to help & we can't wait to move in & finally have room to raise our family.  We are going to fill like we're living in a mansion compared to our 487 sq ft apartment that we've been occupying for the past almost 2 years now.  I wish I could help more with painting, cleaning & different things with the house, but in my current condition some things are just challenging these days.  Bending over makes me want to puke & to much of anything completely wears me out.  I feel like the biggest wimp right now, it's a very helpless feeling for me.

Today we moved the last of the furniture & things that needed to be donated & removed from the house.  Tomorrow we will finish painting the bedrooms & inside kitchen cabinets.  Our next project after that will be bathroom & kitchen flooring.  After that I think we will be ready to roll with moving in.  It's exciting to think that in less than a month we will be moving in & getting settled.  Then we can start getting baby Kayla's bedroom decorated & ready for her to arrive & we're both excited about that too.  Having things in place will make me a little more at ease with day to day life.  Right now I'm just stressed most of the time thinking of the time frame we're looking at before Kayla gets here.

It will also be nice to have room to have guests over for dinner or just to have guests over in general.

So all in all, everything's going up hill right now.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it continues.

Well I guess it's about time to crawl in bed & catch a few z's before the long day tomorrow.  Kayla forces me to sleep more than I typically would.  In fact, somedays I could easily stay in bed all day long I think.  Not really but it does feel that way.

So for now, good night.

day of firsts

Today I met with the nurse program to fill out paperwork, etc. & was assigned to a nurse that will start making home visits or meeting with me on a weekly or bi-weekly basis until baby Kayla is 2 years old & then we graduate from the program.  It seems like a good program.  I think it's a good program for first time mom's, but I'm thinking that it's really meant for mom's who haven't been around children or raised kids before, but I could be wrong.  I guess we'll find out the future we get into the program.  So far so good though.

Today was also my first day back at work part time.  I have to say I loved it.  I loved getting up this morning, getting ready & going to work.  Even if it was only for half a day, maybe that will change back to full time soon when they realize they need me there more than just half a day.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed.  Of course I'm back to making not as much money & trying to figure out finances, but something is better than nothing, so I'm definitely not complaining.  Plus I missed seeing everyone there, so it was just nice to be back.

I'm also been working on picking up the house & getting stuff cleaned... wow what a task all on it's own to put it lightly.  I've been slacking with cleaning house in the worst way possible the past few months & that's totally not like me.  I've just been over whelmed & now it's caught up to me big time.  Needless to say I have a ways to go before the house is back up to my standards again.  I've made a lot of progress tonight, but hopefully by tomorrow evening I'll have the majority of the house back in order again... fingers are crossed.

Tomorrow my hubby comes home & I'm excited about that.  I don't want to give him a big head... but I do miss him.  I just wish he would make more of an effort to call me when he's out of town & not wait until I call him.  It makes a girl feel good when her man picks up the phone first.

Guess I better start wrapping things up for the night, so I can hit the bed & get some rest for work tomorrow!  Woohoo!

marriage license disaster

So we went downtown to file our marriage license Monday & low & behold guess what...
I noticed they had mis-spelled my name on the marriage license that we had signed!  Apparently I should've looked a little closer when we got the license, but I didn't.

Needless to say, they had to reprint the license & now we have to get everyone to resign everything.  Great huh.  This is just how my luck seems to be running lately.

If it's not one thing it's something else.

We had an appointment to meet with a Family Expectations program today at 5:30pm but when I called hubby at 5:25pm to find out if he was rolling into town or not... he wasn't, he was still working on a tractor  & wasn't going to make it.  This morning he said he would call me later today to let me know how everything was going so I would know if he would be able to make it back or not.  After not hearing from him all day I decided to call at 5:25pm & I probably shouldn't have even bothered to call at all.  I cancelled the appointment & now they're wanting me to re-schedule, Ugh.  It doesn't seem to bother him to not call & let me know what's going on all day or wait til the last minute.  Why is that?

He was grumpy when I called & that drives me absolutely nutts.  Especially when I ask simple questions & get attitude or grumpy in return.  I don't think I deserve that, but whatever, apparently he does.

Ever since I lost my job over a week ago, I've been going absolutely crazy.  Trying to figure out what to do, being a little depressed, pissed off & upset at times too.  An emotional roll-a-coaster to say the least.

The good news is, tomorrow I start back to work.  Part-time at the company I originally left to take on the job that I thought was, to good to be true & ended up being exactly that.  We all learn from our mistakes & I learned a big one this time around.  The unfortunate part is that it's a really bad time to be making wrong decisions.  If I had known I was pregnant before I decided to change jobs... well I honestly wouldn't have made the decision to switch jobs.  What's done is done though & here I am.  I'm actually looking foreward to going back to work.  Something is better than nothing right?  I do miss the people I use to work with & I made a visit there today to go over a few things & get ready for my first day back tomorrow.

So I guess one good has happened this week.  I actually got a job.  Even though it's part time & not full time.  I'm just going to be thankful for what I've got & move forward from here.

Sometimes you just have to work with what ever is tossed at you.

lazy day

This has been an extremely lazy day for all 3 of us.  After getting home from the rodeo at 2am this morning... we ended up sleeping through church this morning by accident.  We were just absolutely exhausted.

We literally slept until almost 11am, then after rolling out of bed, we merged to the living room where we watched tv, ate lunch then about half way through the day we ended up taking a whoppin 3 hour nap.  Yeah... lazy I think is the word for it.

Abigail is known for her naps off & on throughout the day... every day.  She's the laziest dog I've ever known.  Today, both of us joined right in with her routine.  This is a picture of her at 8pm tonight, curled up in my leopard print snuggie on the couch right next to me.  To top it off, she was snoring.  Loudly.  Looks like she's had a rough day but in fact this is what she did all day, just like us.

I know, it's sad.

What can I say.  We never left the house today.  Well except to get something to eat at 9pm at Sonic which is only a few miles up the street.

Then around 1am Kev called to say bulls were out & we actually emerged from the house to find & return the bulls home again.  That was about the extent of our excitement for the day.  We were actually out of the house & did something half way productive.

Taking a 3 hour nap that late in the day, doesn't help with being able to get to sleep at a decent hour.  So here we are approaching 3am, watching tv & not ready to pass out just yet.  Go figure.

ouch

Being prego is an eye opener for how out of shape I really am.  I think I pulled some muscles yesterday & even though it hurt last night... when I woke up this morning it was extremely hard to roll out of bed without crying.  It feels like I ripped a muscle running down each side of my side/stomach or something.

Maybe it's how I lifted & carried stuff yesterday, hell I don't know.  Obviously I did something wrong.  I just know it's painful & all I wanted to do is lay on the couch & not move all damn day today.  Not to mention I learned that baby Kayla doesn't like frito chilli pie from the concession stand at the rodeo.  I didn't sleep very good because of it.  I've had a bowl of cereal today & lots of water, that's the extent of it.  I was hoping my hubby would be home in time to load the truck for me so I wouldn't have to strain those muscles that are already killing me today, but it doesn't appear that will happen.  He was supposed to be here yesterday in time to help me, but waited until the last minute to let me know he wouldn't be able to make it... and not enough time for me to call anyone to ask for help.  Unfortunately that's what happened again today.  5pm he finally called & said he was headed this way (2 hr drive) & I need to be at the arena at 6pm.  Which leaves me loading everything again.  Fantastic.

Apparently this week is just simply not going in my favor, period.

The high for today is 108... yeah seriously.  Feels more like 1,008 though.  As soon as you walk outside sweat starts dripping off you immediately.  These summer temps are ridiculous if you ask me.  This is the last weekend of rodeo before finals in two more weeks.  So we're wrapping up the season for the year.  This whole year has flown by so fast it's crazy.

Well I guess I better get ready & start hauling all the rodeo stuff to the truck in the million degree temp.  Oh fun fun.

Hopefully when my hubby does get to town, he's in an exceptionally sweet, loving mood & maybe I'll get lucky & he'll even bring me something good to eat, so I won't have to eat that wonderful rodeo food.

Fingers are crossed.