Lunch of Champions

Sometimes I get a little dramatic... especially at work... especially when I'm bored... and especially when I'm feeling crappy.

Sometimes I send texts like this to Chad while he's in class:

"I'm dying. Let's skip school and work and go snuggle and watch TV and sleep and eat donuts."

Sometimes he plays along and says he'll come pick me up, or ask me what's wrong (hello? I'm at work), and sometimes he'll bring me this:

Because there's really no better pick me up than redbull and donuts. And that's why my husband is the best.

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

Me and some random chicks in Vegas. They were having a very good time and really wanted to get in the picture with me, at least they let me borrow their sweet glasses.

Awkward:

• Trying to kick a tumble weed out of my way coming down the stairs from work. My foot went straight in and then I proceeded to flail around trying to get it off. It finally left me alone and then I realized that there was a very well dressed lady who was clearly just leaving the medical spa who had watched the whole thing unfold. I may have smiled and waved to her as I went on my way. She may have made eye contact with me but just looked at me snarkily.
• Watching a woman wander around outside my work in a white robe and bare feet. No idea what was going on there. 
• My favorite t-shirt of all time is starting to die. And by starting, I mean it died about 2 years ago. What once used to be some small holes are now just shredded. But it's so comfy that I just can't get rid of it. Anyone who spends any amount of time with me has seen me in this way too many times. Yes, it's the Jared t-shirt.
• Trying to move our Christmas tree to the back patio before my visiting teachers came over. It was the second week in February and I didn't want to have that conversation. My plan was to just move it outside, but the the tree started falling apart and falling over. I scooped it all up and threw it out back and no one was the wiser. Except for Chad, who was more than a little confused when he got home from classes to find a broken up, decorated Christmas tree scattered all over the back. I won't like when I tell you that instead of putting it away that night we moved all the pieces into the kitchen and tackled that project another day.

Awesome:

• Chad buying the homeless guy outside Smashburger a giant hamburger. The waitress brought him out some fries as well. Chad has got to be the most kind and giving person. He's literally given someone his last $10 before. But that's a whole other story.
• Chad deciding that our minestrone needed quinoa. Super delish and filling!
• Angel Food Cake with Strawberries and homemade whipped cream. We haven't had it in forever and it was soooo good! 
• Top Chef. Glad I found this show and even more glad that there are 9 more seasons I can go back and watch.
• The fancy shmancy hotel we stayed in for Valentine's Day. We didn't want to leave it's awesomeness.
• Chad cleaning the whole kitchen last night, dishes and all.

Sunday Dress

Shirt: Thrifted, Belt and Skirt: H&M, Shoes: Target

Was anyone else totally unaware that you could dress up plaid? Thank you fashion bloggers for helping a sista out. I love me some plaid and I love that I can now wear it to church.

Linking up with: All things Alisa, Your Whims Wednesday, Rae, What I Wore Wednesday, Sunday Style, Rubi , Transatlantic Blonde

3rd times the charm

We love H&M. I love all the basics that I get there and all of the Men's clothing fits Chad like a champ. Whenever we are in Vegas we make a stop there. I usually need to replace a dying tank top and Chad usually needs to replace a dying dress shirt for church.

Last weekend was no different. He picked up a cute striped shirt with great purple buttons. After getting back to our hotel he went to change into in and found a cut in the shirt by the shoulder. Booo.

So we take the shirt back the next day and tell them about the cut. They ignore us, do the return and we are on our way to find one without slashes and holes to take home. We finally find one in his size and buy it.

We immediately go to the bathrooms at Caesars to change, him into his shirt and me into my new tights. Changing into tights in a very dirty, small bathroom stall without a purse hook is quite the feat my friends. I should really have won an award for that one. Anyways....

I come out of the bathroom only to find Chad standing there in the same clothes he went in in, holding the new shirt. There was another giant rip/cut under the collar. So we head back and return it. We tell them this is the second time that this has happened. They, again, ignore what we are saying and just return it.

So now we are looking for the shirt again. Guess what we find? The first shirt out on display with it's rip in it. At this point we are really irritated and take the cut up shirt back up to the cashier and tell them what has happened. Miss Sass at the register didn't care a bit, gave us the stink eye and basically told us to get over it. Nice. Customer service at it's finest.

We were tempted just to leave at that point, but we had already gone to so much freaking work. So finally we found one more shirt in his size, went over it with a fine tooth comb... twice, and bought it. Success!

Definitely more hassle that it was worth, good thing he looks darn cute in it ;)

Surprise, Surprise

Last week I was a lazy bum. While most people seem to be recovering from the flu I was recovering from.... Vegas. Slightly better than the flu. I was also recovering daily from all of the freaking nursing homes we went to. 4 in 2 days my friends. It was as awful as it sounds. Probably more so. On the third day we had a group of 30 mentally challenged 20 somethings come into our office that morning. While they are fun, they are draining. So I'll pick up where I left off... last weekend, the weekend of L-o-v-e... and Vegas ;)

We celebrated Valentine's Day last weekend because celebrating holidays on a weekday is sad and way less fun. And while I already told you we went to Vegas I'm sure you already knew that considering we like to celebrate everything in Vegas. Birthdays, Holidays, "we're bored and have nothing to do" days...

We had work and school until 7:30 last Thursday, Chad had a camp out with the boys from church on Friday and got back Saturday afternoon. That afternoon we had a fun little photo shoot for some kids going to Preference in our ward.

Luckily, I had President's Day off, woot! So Sunday morning we packed up and headed down to our favorite town. We left all of our hanging clothes at home, so that gave us something to do that afternoon :) We found some new fancy clothes to wear that night and then returned them all the next day... I know, we're horrible. But we weren't going out to dinner in our jeans and t-shirts.

Dress: H&M, Tights: old, Shoes: Target

Unfortunately we wandered around a bit too much and by the time we were trying to find somewhere to eat dinner we were outta luck at most restaurants. We finally ate around midnight at the only place that was still open. I got pad thai and Chad got Udon noodles.

That night we wandered around the city, took lots of pictures, got some new eyelashes (well, I did) and made some friends out on the strip! The next day we took it easy and just hung out together. People watching, eating pizza, and dressing up one more time for dinner at our new favorite place at the Encore.

After we were thoroughly exhausted, feet too sore and bellies full we headed back home to St. George. Always kinda a let down after a whirl wind weekend in Vegas. We didn't want to leave our fancy hotel suite :)

'Till next weekend Vegas.

*And while I was joking as I wrote this post last week, we did in fact just get back from Vegas again last night. We have a problem. A big, Vegas sized problem. Someone should really come out here and talk some sense into us, we'll pick you up at the airport... in Vegas....

Valentine's Awkward and Awesomeness

I thought I would share a little Awkward/Awesome story about Chad and my first Valentine's day after we were married.

Valentines fell on a Sunday, so naturally the Saturday before Jared  was over (Chad's best friend since they were born, literally). I don't remember if they were playing video games or watching something ridiculous. Either way he spent the night since he was over so late. Then the three of us all woke up and got ready for church together. After church we all came back to our little apartment. Just the three of us :)

Jared did leave though and Chad and I finally got some alone time...

What did our "romantic" first married Valentines look like? We got a cheap-o $5 pizza and watched whatever show we were into marathon style. I'm sure there was some kind of chocolate involved as well. There usually is most days, Valentine's or not. All in all, it really was a great day.

And whenever I think of our "first" Valentine's day, I think of Jared as well. So Happy Valentines Day Chad! And you too Jared ;)

 I hope all of you have an awesome day with those you love and lots of dessert!

Slightly obsessed

While we are talking about Vegas....

Once we get back from Vegas what we really want to do is... turn around and go back. Chad was trying to talk me in to going back down on Saturday. He tried all Friday and then again all Saturday. Nikki can vouch for that. I spent all day Friday and Saturday telling him there was no way we were going back down, we were just there! But there's something about being there that makes us want to keep coming back for more. And that something is that it's awesome.

After a Saturday full a whole lot of nothing too exciting and a failed attempt at finding a good Mexican restaurant I was sorely disappointed that I hadn't given in.

While Cafe Rio is delicious it can't replace a good Mexican restaurant with endless chips and salsa. We miss the Sagebrush Cantina and El Patio with all our hearts. This place we tried Saturday had weird chips and really watered down, onion-y, very mild salsa. Chad skipped it, I ate it only because I wanted so badly for it to be good. Our first clue however, was that when I adjusted how I was sitting in the both, the whole thing moved because it wasn't bolted to the floor. Uh-oh. Shoulda left then.

We were a wee bit nervous about we had gotten ourselves into so we played it safe and ordered fajitas to split. It's impossible to mess up fajitas... right? Wrong. Bleh. The steak so bad we couldn't eat it and the onions and peppers weren't even cooked. After complaining we were given 25% off. It was still way too much money for the 3 fajitas we managed to eat.

We were upset about the failed dinner. Then our stomachs became even more upset than we were. We drove around trying to find something to do, failed, then finally just went home. The stomachs were pretty angry at this point. Stupid raw onions.

So instead of hanging in Vegas, people watching and snacking on chocolates, Chad watched Psych while I tried to sleep off my cranky belly. Pretty rockin' Saturday night huh?

Lesson learned: When your hubby wants to take you out.... just say yes.