Monday, March 14, 2011

Have a Nice Trip...See You Next Fall!

I fell down the stairs this morning.

Thanks to Daylight Savings Time (ugh), it was dark out when I walked downstairs to get a pair of pants from the laundry room today. I didn't turn on a light, I stepped on a screwdriver (that the cat had apparently moved from the side of the step to the middle). It rolled out from under me, and I went tumbling down to the bottom. Ty has been spray painting a gun to look like camoflage (see "Life of a Hunter's Wife,) and had a can of spray paint sitting on the bottom step. I landed on it, broke the cap into a bunch of pieces, and managed to get a chunk of the plastic stuck into my skin. It got stuck right in the crease where your butt turns in to your leg. I pulled it out. It hurt. I started to cry.

Meanwhile, Ty had been in the shower when he heard my crash and yell. He dashed out of the shower, and ran down to me. (What a gentleman!). He checked me out, while dripping water all over me, since he didn't dry off from his shower. Its still dark, and I saw pieces of the black plastic cap laying on the steps (which are wooden, so they were THAT much more uncomfortable to fall on). Since the light wasn't on, all I saw was some dark stuff on the steps, so I started sobbing because I assumed I'd spray painted the steps with my butt. All the while, Ty's telling me its ok and not a big deal. I was bleeding where the cap had gotten stuck in my skin, and since that's an awkward spot, my sweet husband cleaned all the blood off, put some hydrogen peroxide on it, and bandaged me up. We then realized that the dark stuff wasn't paint that I had sprayed, it was just the cap. I was still in a terrible mood, because I was crying, had messed up my makeup, and was still in pain, but Ty was really sweet. He apologized because he felt like it was his fault, since he left the screwdriver and paint on the steps. He even checked in on me throughout the day to see if I was ok, and told me that he got some triple antibiotic cream for me (so the gash on my hiney doesn't get infected).

Even though my butt hurts, my foot is bruised, and I'll be REALLLLLY sore tomorrow, I think I lucked out in the husband department. Instead of laughing and telling me to "rub some dirt in it," he was really sweet and took care of me. Thanks Tylan :)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Who Says You Need More Than 2 People to Party Karaoke-Style?

Earlier today I was messing around with our On Demand channels on Comcast. I was looking in the "Kids" section, and found that you could karaoke to some songs from Disney movies. One of Ty's all-time favorites, "The Circle of Life" was on the list, so I picked it for him. He was looking at deer pictures on the computer (big surprise) and I told him, "Tylan, this one's for you." The next thing I knew, my husband was belting out the entire song! It was so funny! I definitely wish I would've taped it. He had a blast. We found a channel that was nothing but karaoke, and had really good songs, but we had to subscribe to it. So what did my incredibly innovative husband decide to do? Well, he looked karaoke songs up on the internet of course! We literally had a karaoke party, just the two of us, for about 45 minutes! It was so much fun! We even used the tv and blue-ray remotes as microphones! We sang everything from "Don't Stop Believing" to "I Got A Feelin'." We rocked out, and I had a sore throat at the end.

Initially, we thought that we must be complete idiots, having our own little two-person karaoke party. But ya know what? Karaoke's all about having fun and being silly, and that's exactly what we did!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Holy Couch...Part II.

So the old couch that wouldn't fit through the downstairs door sat in our garage for about 3 weeks. My dad and uncle came over this afternoon to pick it up and take it back to my parents' house. They took one look at the doorway and insisted that they could get it through there. So, for kicks and giggles, they decided to try it. I told them they were wasting their time, because it definitely wasn't going to make it through.

Well, I'm sure you can tell where this is going. THEY GOT IT THROUGH. With fairly little effort. Ugh.

My theory: It sat in the garage for 3 weeks. Its cold in the garage. When its so cold out, things shrink. So obviously, the couch shrunk in the time that it sat out in the garge...because how else could it all of a sudden fit? (But just to be on the safe side, don't ask Ty and I to help you move any furniture.)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Life of a Hunter's Wife

For those of you who don't know already, Ty is an avid deer hunter. When we were dating, I had no idea how much this would impact my life. I am currently writing this blog as my husband sits on the phone talking to his dad for the last 30 minutes about deer. Before that, he was on the phone with a lady whose property he hunts. Our freezer is currently stocked with deer meat (definitely NOT my favorite, but not terrible either.) And part of my parking space in the garage is occupied with a gun that he has decided to camoflage with spray paint. There are often deer hunting dvds (yes, they actually MAKE those) in our blue-ray. My web browser is bogged down with sites such as and the like. I hear countless stories about things that I have no desire to know, such as the fact that bucks lose their antlers at the end of the winter, and that there is currently a deer on his dad's property with a "drop tine" that they named...weird.

But you know what? As much as I might complain that I miss seeing him on the weekends for 3 months out of the year, and as tired as I get of listening to hunting stories, I am so glad that Ty has something he is so passionate and excited about. Its so fun to see him come home after a long day of hunting, with camo paint and a huge smile on his face, because he enjoyed his day so much. So I will gladly sacrifice some weekends and listen to a few boring deer stories, as long as I know that it will make him as happy as it does. So Tylan, I may ACT like I hate everything to do with hunting, but its just that, an ACT. I love you, and love that you have a hobby that you are so pumped about!