What Happened?! I'm so depressed :(

This picture is taking away some of my pain.

Wow, wouldn't it be cool if I could post more than twice a month? Oh wait... that's right... my life isn't really that exciting. Even the events that I blog about aren't that cool... if you can even call them "events".
Um.. let's see. I got a new phone last week, so that's fun. It's a Blackberry Curve so that means I can get emails and maps and all that jazz while I'm on the road at work. I mean, while I'm carefully pulled over in a safe place. (That's for Mom if she ever reads this blog).

I turned 25 on Monday, not as exciting as it sounds. I did get cute pictures all over my glass doors from my nephews. It's a crying shame the blinds in front of the doors are broken and can't be opened. I sure would have loved to have seen what the pictures said. I think it was something about Happy Birthday Amy with "David" written about 500 times on each one. It's hard to learn that when you don't want someone to know that you did something, you shouldn't write your name on it. I also ran into them on their way to hang the pictures, but somehow they claim innocence. It's like Bill Cosby said, "Children have brain damage!".

Friends quote for today:
Chandler: Alright, check out this bad boy. Twelve megabytes of RAM, 500 megabyte hard drive, built-in spreadsheet capabilities, and a modem that transmits at over 28,000 BPS.
Phoebe: Wow, what are you going to use it for?
Chandler: Games and stuff...

Christmas Joys

We got our first Christmas decoration today! One of my family's bought me this cute little snowman/snowflake night light and I'm pretty sure I've never been happier. I have it plugged in where I can see it from all angles in the house (really easy when you live in a glorified shoe box). It's casting snowflake shadows all over the wall and making me feel all Christmasy. Hooray for Christmas. We finally decorated and it only took seconds!

Christmas Woes

I'm sick. I keep getting sick. I'm turning into Rudolph. Does anyone know where I can purchase one of those immune systems thingys? I hear they're really worthwhile. I miss breathing through my nose. I miss my normal sounding voice. Woe is me.

On a lighter note... who's excited for Christmas?? I'm excited for fun, food, and presents. Of course we won't be giving gifts this year as we have no money. I was trying to think of a good way to let my family know that I can't afford gifts for them this year... hey, what do ya know, I just did. Blogging really IS the best form of communication. So personal.

We have Christmas ornaments (on loan from my sis) but no tree (too expensive), a wreath for the front door (also on loan) but nothing to hang it with (too lazy to get something), and we have no plans of buying even one gift for each other. Sweet. I'm excited. It's ok though, Jonathan FINALLY got hired full time at the company he's been contracting with and I just got 5 new patients so that means big pay raise for the Fitches. Maybe we'll celebrate Christmas in March?

2 Friend's quotes, just for Christmas:
Monica: Money is so impersonal. Cookies say someone really cares. All right, we're broke, but cookies do say that.

Monica: You guys haven't gotten your presents yet? Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, what are you gonna do??
Chandler: Don't you have to be Claymation to say stuff like that?

Costco, Dick's, and other exciting news...

I think it's about time I blogged again. What has it been 2? 3 months? Who can tell. I suppose those who look at the date of my last post and compare it to todays. Whatever.

Jonathan and I have been married for two months now. It's been an exciting two months, lots going on, totaled cars, new cars, buying a puppy, taking the puppy back. You know. Exciting stuff like that.
This weekend we caved and joined Costco. What a great place to blow your paycheck and eat a gozillion samples. I was sure to stop at EVERY sample station, Jonathan would just stop, push the cart to the side, and wait while I enjoyed delicious free snacks. I also found that multi-packs of toothpaste and toilet paper make for a surprisingly exhilarating purchase.

After our super fun, snack-filled trip to Costco, we decided to go buy an elliptical machine at Dick's. I'd been wanting one for a while, and we found a great deal on a floor model on clearance, so we decided to get it. Problem: when you buy the floor model, it doesn't come in a box. It's already assembled and you have to take it as is. Now, the salesman will tell you with the utmost confidence that it will EASILY fit into your Honda Element. Oh sure, he would know right?? Why would he tell us that if it wasn't really true? What's that? To close the sale? Oh...

Needless to say, we drove home with an elliptical machine half wedged in our Element, half hanging out of the back. While we were loading it into the car at the store, the "helpful" sales associate asked Jonathan to help him tip it sideways and one of the wheeley feet thingys flew up and slammed Jonathan right by his eye causing instant swelling and a beautiful bruise. Nice.

Fortunately, our beloved new machine has wheels on the front of it, so all Jonathan and I have to do when we get it home is wheel it around the sidewalk and lift it up 2 steps to get in our front door. Easy. Or... not so much. Yeah, one of the wheels broke about 2 feet into the process. That added to the fun. We got it inside and I said, "why don't we just leave it here until you can get a couple of guys to come over and help you get it upstairs?". Oh no, Jonathan was having none of that. He convinced me that we could get it up there ourselves. (Actually, I was never convinced, just agreed to go along with the plan. I'm a good submissive wife.)

Again, needless to say, we lost some drywall, we now have to repaint the majority of our staircase, and I almost broke two fingers when one of the wheeley feet thingys attacked me as well. We should have waited for help. But hey, now we can workout. So I guess that's good.

Friends quote of the day:
Ross: "Pivot... piv-ot... pi-vot..."
Chandler: "Shut up, shut up, shut uuuuuup!!!"

Dreaming of islands...

I had a bridal shower last weekend, hosted by my uber-talented sis-in-law. It was a really great shower, got some really nice gifts and some scrumptious "not-on-my-wedding-diet" food, which I ate anyway. The highlight for me though was the gift from my brother, sister-in-law, and her parents, a kitchen island. I was so excited!!! We have this cute little house, with a cute little kitchen, with NO cabinet space. I have these brand new, beautiful pans which have been residing on my lovely kitchen floor. Not exactly ideal. Jonathan and I new right from the start that we would need to invest in an island, but would have to wait a while as (here comes the shocker), they're not free! Weird I know. The island had been ordered and shipped, but had not arrived yet, so Candis made a miniature island out of cardboard from the picture of my island online. She's cool like that. (That song is in your head now isn't it??? "I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that..."). So there I was, opening a small, lightweight present in front of all of the church ladies, I pull out a 4 inch cardboard box and burst into tears, blubbering about "My island!!! My island!!!" I think they all thought I had officially lost my mind. Most of them left still not understanding why I was crying about that crap cardboard gift.

The beautiful, awesome island was expected to arrive Monday... wa hoo!! I got home from work in the early afternoon to wait for it's blessed arrival. I ended up taking a nap. So there I am, enjoying a nice nap, dreaming of my island, and... the doorbell rings!!!! I jump up, grab my glasses, and run to fling the door open. I'm so excited, overjoyed, can't wait to see it. The man standing at my door proceeds to assure me that he's not here to sell me anything. You mean you don't have my island?!?! I almost punched him. He then began to tell me some lengthy, memorized shpeel (yes, it was a shpeel) about how he came from a high crime area and wants to be better than that... blah, blah, blah.... like I care?? Then came the questions, most of which I refused to answer. And THEN...he tried to sell me magazines. This time, he DID get punched. You lying piece of crap!!! You promised not to sell me anything AND you don't have my island?!?!!? Why are you here??

You may think that this is where the story ends, but oh no my friends, there's more. Monday came and went... no island. I asked Candis to check the tracking for me to see where it was. Shipment Damaged. That's all it said. They managed to get it all the way to Colorado and then what? Throw it off the truck for sport? Jerks. They have since "rushed" a new, in tact island to me, but I've yet to see it. Next time I'll be more careful before I open the door. Maybe I'll crack a window and ask to see the island first. Jonathan says I should make better use of the peephole... he might have a point.

Friends quote for this saga:
Chandler: The other cheesecake came. They delivered it to the wrong address again.
Rachel: So, just bring it back downstairs. What's the problem?
Chandler: I can't seem to say good-bye.

I've given up on blogging

Or perhaps blogging has given up on me? Interesting thought. Ok, well I'm not officially quitting or anything, just not sure what to write about these days. Let's see... what would you rather hear about? The five loads of laundry I did yesterday? Perhaps the 2 hour long nap I took today after work? This is riveting stuff!! THIS will surely get me more readers! Perhaps I could get some children, I've heard they spice things up... but then when would I take my naps?? No, that won't do.

I'm currently working on two ridiculous lists, one for honeymoon packing, the other for stuff I need to get done before the wedding. Here is an excerpt from one such list: "Get ring cleaned and rhodium plated" thrilling right? What's that? You're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for more? Here is a really important one that I thought of for the first time today, "GET MARRIAGE LICENSE!!!!" I really hope I don't forget that one. It would be a real shame to do all of this wedding planning for 10 months to end up not really married after all. Ok, ok, one more just for you... "Take wedding shoes to get gripper thingy on bottom so you don't fall on your bottom coming down the aisle or on the dance floor with uncoordinated husband" That one is long... but quite important I would say. Anyone who knows me can tell you that I fall on my bottom quite regularly even with good shoe traction, I don't want to increase the risk with slippy shoes! By the way, I blame this incessant list making on Candis. I'm pretty sure nobody in the world had ever made packing lists until she did.

A great Friend's quote for today:
Rachel: "Why the hell didn't you tell me??"
Ross: "What was I supposed to do? Stand up and shout, Hey Rachel, your butt is showing."
Rachel: "Yeah!! Better you than Barry's uncle!!"