I had written this huge long post, was nearly finished and had to save it to finish later. When I come back, what's happened? Apparently it never saved. OMGeez, really?
Ok, here's round two of part deux!
The next day we were going to Universal Studios, and we were excited 'cause there were some new rides there that weren't there when I was there before and Jordan had never been there before.
The park opened at ten, but we decided to not stress about getting there right at ten. Our GPS said that it would take about an hour and a half to get there "with traffic". So, we left around tenish. Of course "with traffic" was a nice way to plan to be safe, we should have planned for getting lost, ridiculously lost. We lost faith in our GPS and decided to not follow it, and that was our downfall. In our defense Universal Studios is already impossible to find. I don't know why they don't make it easier, but they sure tuck it away into the most hidden away spot of land they could. Granted the lot was there before they built the park onto it, and I'm sure they weren't concerned about tourists at that time, but really- when they build the park they could have maybe put some signs on the road telling you where it was. I dunno- maybe we're just retarded.
So, we're driving around downtown LA and we kept getting stuck on one way streets, and couldn't make our way back to the freeway where we were supposed to be. We were sitting at a red light and I notice that there was a sign above a business written in Chinese. I thought that was weird, and then I was looking around and I was noticing that all of the signs were in Chinese! And we started to see that everyone out on the streets were all Chinese as well. I felt like everyone knew a secret that we didn't, and that I was in some Twilight Zone. Then we realized what I'm sure you had already figured out- we were in china town! It was like we had stepped into a whole different world.
It was about 1:30 by they time we made our merry little way to the park. Phew. Because the park closed at 6:00 (lame) we were majorly pressed for time. Right when we got there we instantly saw a ride that didn't have a line, which was exactly what we needed. We then found out it didn't have a line because they were closed. The guy standing in front suggested that Water World was about to start, and they would be back up and running when Water World got out.
Water World was awesome, I remembered a little bit about it from when I was a kid, and it was cool to see it again. After that we snagged some lunch, and was anxious to get back to the line-less ride before a line formed.
This ride was called "House of Horror" I believe. That should have been a red flag, but I think we both had in mind a ride like Haunted Mansion, or maybe it was a really scary indoor roller coaster. As we sauntered up to the door of the ride there was fog pouring out of the entrance, and as we got closer there was the world's creepiest man standing in the entrance in a very realistic mask, and a tux with white gloves and cape. He looked like that man from Texas Chainsaw Massacre decked out for the opera, and he was beckoning us to follow him. That should have also been a red flag, and while everything inside me was screaming not to follow this man, we plodded on.
Once we go inside there still was no line. You know how rides have the inside themed for whatever the ride was going to be? We thought that's what we were in; really creepy tight corridors fit for the theme of "House of Horrors". We kept expecting to hit the end of the line, when suddenly this evil man jumped out at us and scared the poo right out of me. It finally dawned on us, this was no ride. We were in a haunted house that you have to walk through. Talk about going into it blind. I don't want to go into major detail, I did that on the previous draft and it brought up terrible memories and I broke out in a cold sweat. Let's just say it's was the scariest haunted house I've ever been in. The blessed no line that attracted us was the worst part because we didn't have anyone in front of us screaming to warn us what was coming up, and there was no one behind us to give us a protected from behind feeling, and the idea that there could be some creepy man following us was horrible. And heaven knows I was too scared to look behind and check, afraid of what I might find. At one point I saw a guy about to jump out and I yelled "No!" and he jumped out and I yelled at him saying, "I said NO! You're mean!" It was traumatizing.
We made it out alive, but just barely. I was ready to blow off the rest of the rides and just sit on the steps in front of the ride and tell people NOT to go in!
Fast forward: The park closed, and as it was only six, we decided to explore the City Walk, which is basically a strip mall outside the park. We walked around, and perused the shops, got Jordan some sunglasses, and decided that we should go to the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner, but had some time to kill until we were actually hungry. We had already been all over City Walk, and there wasn't anything else to keep us busy for another hour or two, so I suggested a movie. Jordan's wasn't a huge fan of the idea, as a movie is something that you can do anytime, and we were in Cali! But, my argument was a pretty good one, considering there really wasn't anything else for us to do, but see a movie. We saw Star Trek, which was good, and by the time we were out, we were very much ready for dinner.
Hard Rock Cafe was awesome. I have been to Hard Rocks in Salt Lake City, Orlando, Nassau Bahamas, Nashville TN, and I think Hollywood was my favorite. The atmosphere is always great, the food fantastic, and I got a souvenir glass, and we both got some souvenir clothes.
What a long fun and frustrating day! We got lost, loved ourselves some Universal Studios (minus the House of Horror) enjoyed the City Walk and we were exhausted, and ready to get back to the hotel and crash.
Friday, July 3, 2009
What the Flood?
Things have been kinda crazy lately, and I haven't kept up on my blog at all! So maybe I will hopefully be able to update it a little bit . . .
A couple weeks ago Jordan and I both had the day off, which is nothing short of a miracle, as he never has Saturdays off. I woke up with the possibilities floating through my head of all the many things we could do.
Then I got out of bed and the dream was killed. It took two full steps for it to sink in, or maybe for me to sink in. There was about an inch of water on my floor. My first thought was the water heaters. I opened the closet that had the water heaters, and sure enough that was the source of the water. I had a small panic until I realized that it was actually dripping down from the ceiling! I'd be lying if I said my first thought wasn't "Hurray, it's not our fault!" Assuming the upstairs neighbors' water heaters were directly above ours I thought something had gone wrong with theirs.
We got dressed and Jordan went upstairs to ask the people if their water heater was leaking. He came back down saying that they weren't home, and there was a lock on their doorknob. Great, they were moving, so how the heck were we going to get in touch with them? Obviously we're not the greatest neighbors in the world and don't talk to them, so we had no contact information, or even a name. I called my dad for advice and he suggested that we contacted the HOA president. But, I remember my realtor saying when we moved in that the HOA president lived above us. Perfect. My realtor lived in the same area, under the same HOA so I thought he might have the president's number, but I didn't have my realtor's number anymore. SO I called my mother-in-law (who used the same realtor) and got the realtor's number from her. I call the realtor, and he didn't have the guys contact info, but he had the HOA vice-presidents number. So I called that guy and he had neighbor guy's number! PHEW!!! I was finally going to reach the guy! Meanwhile our ceiling is still leaking. So I call neighbor guy . . . and get the voicemail. For real? Ok, granted if I saw an unknown number I probably wouldn't have answered either, so I left a voicemail, and tried not to sound like a bratty neighbor as I explained that my ceiling was leaking and that it was most likely their water heaters.
Luckily we didn't have to wait too long for a call back. Neighbor guy said that he had just replaced the water heaters, so that probably wasn't the problem. I wasn't about to count anything out and thought that we were about to have a confrontation when he said that he was at a family reunion and would leave now and should be there in about a half hour. What a relief.
He got home and said that it was his swamp cooler that was leaking, and said point blank it's his responsibility and that he was going to make sure that we were taken care of. I was floored, 'cause most people don't want to admit to being at fault like that. He was true to his word and got a guy over to check damages and clean the place up. We got the walls dried really quickly and decided that there was no damage in the walls, but the carpet was another story. We had lighter carpet and the water that was leaking was less than clean. To get the carpet dried ASAP he sucked up all the water and cut out the wet part and laid it out in the sun to dry. I was a little surprised he did this when I figured you could just lift it up and stick a fan under there, but hey- he was the expert I suppose.
Once the carpet was dry we put it back in sans padding (since the padding was a lost cause), and we wanted to cover the carpet tacks that were all over the floor so we could let the cats out (they were locked up all day, poor dearies). Overall we were really lucky that the damage wasn't extensive, We were able to dry the couch out and there wasn't any watermarks on it (only one got wet). We moved the DVD shelf out of the way since it was in the water a bit, and there was no damage to that, but it was a pain in the butt to take all our DVDs off the shelves!
A couple days later we had a guy come look at the carpet to see if it could be reinstalled, and taking one look at it he questioned why the heck this other guy cut it out, and said that he could have just stuck a fan under there, (interesting) and because it was cut and it was an older carpet he could put it back in, but there would be seam very visible. SO WE GOT NEW CARPET! I was very much pro-new carpet, and Jordan wanted to just have our current carpet reinstalled 'cause he thought it would be a pain to get whole new carpet 'cause we would have to move everything out and put it back. Of course it would be a pain (and it was) but it's also FREE carpet! Definitely worth the hassle. I pointed out that eventually we're going to want to sell or rent and we would have to get new carpet then, so we might as well do it now while it's free. So that's what we did.
A couple weeks ago Jordan and I both had the day off, which is nothing short of a miracle, as he never has Saturdays off. I woke up with the possibilities floating through my head of all the many things we could do.
Then I got out of bed and the dream was killed. It took two full steps for it to sink in, or maybe for me to sink in. There was about an inch of water on my floor. My first thought was the water heaters. I opened the closet that had the water heaters, and sure enough that was the source of the water. I had a small panic until I realized that it was actually dripping down from the ceiling! I'd be lying if I said my first thought wasn't "Hurray, it's not our fault!" Assuming the upstairs neighbors' water heaters were directly above ours I thought something had gone wrong with theirs.
We got dressed and Jordan went upstairs to ask the people if their water heater was leaking. He came back down saying that they weren't home, and there was a lock on their doorknob. Great, they were moving, so how the heck were we going to get in touch with them? Obviously we're not the greatest neighbors in the world and don't talk to them, so we had no contact information, or even a name. I called my dad for advice and he suggested that we contacted the HOA president. But, I remember my realtor saying when we moved in that the HOA president lived above us. Perfect. My realtor lived in the same area, under the same HOA so I thought he might have the president's number, but I didn't have my realtor's number anymore. SO I called my mother-in-law (who used the same realtor) and got the realtor's number from her. I call the realtor, and he didn't have the guys contact info, but he had the HOA vice-presidents number. So I called that guy and he had neighbor guy's number! PHEW!!! I was finally going to reach the guy! Meanwhile our ceiling is still leaking. So I call neighbor guy . . . and get the voicemail. For real? Ok, granted if I saw an unknown number I probably wouldn't have answered either, so I left a voicemail, and tried not to sound like a bratty neighbor as I explained that my ceiling was leaking and that it was most likely their water heaters.
Luckily we didn't have to wait too long for a call back. Neighbor guy said that he had just replaced the water heaters, so that probably wasn't the problem. I wasn't about to count anything out and thought that we were about to have a confrontation when he said that he was at a family reunion and would leave now and should be there in about a half hour. What a relief.
He got home and said that it was his swamp cooler that was leaking, and said point blank it's his responsibility and that he was going to make sure that we were taken care of. I was floored, 'cause most people don't want to admit to being at fault like that. He was true to his word and got a guy over to check damages and clean the place up. We got the walls dried really quickly and decided that there was no damage in the walls, but the carpet was another story. We had lighter carpet and the water that was leaking was less than clean. To get the carpet dried ASAP he sucked up all the water and cut out the wet part and laid it out in the sun to dry. I was a little surprised he did this when I figured you could just lift it up and stick a fan under there, but hey- he was the expert I suppose.
Once the carpet was dry we put it back in sans padding (since the padding was a lost cause), and we wanted to cover the carpet tacks that were all over the floor so we could let the cats out (they were locked up all day, poor dearies). Overall we were really lucky that the damage wasn't extensive, We were able to dry the couch out and there wasn't any watermarks on it (only one got wet). We moved the DVD shelf out of the way since it was in the water a bit, and there was no damage to that, but it was a pain in the butt to take all our DVDs off the shelves!
A couple days later we had a guy come look at the carpet to see if it could be reinstalled, and taking one look at it he questioned why the heck this other guy cut it out, and said that he could have just stuck a fan under there, (interesting) and because it was cut and it was an older carpet he could put it back in, but there would be seam very visible. SO WE GOT NEW CARPET! I was very much pro-new carpet, and Jordan wanted to just have our current carpet reinstalled 'cause he thought it would be a pain to get whole new carpet 'cause we would have to move everything out and put it back. Of course it would be a pain (and it was) but it's also FREE carpet! Definitely worth the hassle. I pointed out that eventually we're going to want to sell or rent and we would have to get new carpet then, so we might as well do it now while it's free. So that's what we did.
I am definitely for seeing the silver lining in every tragedy. For example last year I got in a really bad car accident and my beautiful Jetta was completely trashed. That sucked horribly, but the car that I got after that saved in $150 a month in payments and insurance. So, I still say that getting in that car accident was the best financial move I've ever made. No one wants a flood, but- I got free carpet, so hurray!
I absolutely love my new carpet! And I leave you with a beautiful pic of Bella, and you can see the carpet in the background. It's a twofer.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
California Part 1!
I've held this off 'cause I didn't have time to start a long story about the trip, and long it would inevitably be. So, I'm just going to do this in parts! To save me time, and you boredom!
We left Tue morning around 8ish and were making really good time, until we decided to stop in Vegas to have a look around. Vegas is not as exciting as I remember, that is for sure. So, we wasted about two hours or so walking around, and decided that we'd rather be driving and just get there sooner, so we hopped back into our faithful car, and we were on our way.
Vegas stop aside we still made incredibly good time, we got there about 7, checked in and promptly ordered "room service". But we just called it Dominoes. After some hearty pasta, we relaxed our stiff driving muscles in the hot tub. Phew, what a long day.
To explain further, we got the City Pass, which gives you three days park hopper (Disneyland and California Adventure) and one day Sea World, one day San Diego Zoo and one day to Universal Studios. Although we only had four days to play, this was still the best value since the whole pass was only $230. But we were set on getting the most use out of it.
We woke up bright and early for Disneyland, and were determined to be there right as it opened. Our hotel was three blocks from the park, so we decided to walk. Turns out they were the three longest blocks in the history of the United States. It took us a good 20 minutes just to get to the park. Once we were there, we were jubilant to say the least. We headed straight to Tommorrowland, not on purpose- that's just where our feet and the flow of traffic steered us. We then chose Star Tours as the first ride for the simple fact that there was no line, and we weren't wasting any time. Star Tours was a blast for two reasons. First, when we were all buckled in and the right was just about to start, I started to say "Oh, crap! Oh, crap!" over and over in a really panicked voice, and I scared the poo about of a little girl behind me, 'cause she saw how "scared" I was, she figured it was going to be a really scary ride. Heh heh heh. Second, I sat next to the world's frailest looking old lady. I'm surprised her hip didn't break on the way in. So halfway through the ride Jordan turns to me and says "Is that old lady still alive?" And I laughed my head off. Once the ride stopped the old lady humphed and said "We didn't even go anywhere, I think we just stayed in the same spot." And Jordan I marveled on the miracle of her making it through the ride without either dying or breaking something.
The next ride we went on (I'm not going to give a play by play of each ride, but the first two just happened to be the most memorable) was Space Mountain. This is my favorite coaster in the park (not like there are many to choose from) so I was excited. The line was also short, so it was an even better choice. We were walking through the line and Jordan was asking me what the ride was. Knowing he's not a big roller coaster fan, I inferred it was a lot like the Star Tours ride, where you stay in one place and you feel like you're moving. Then he started to notice the signs saying it's a face paced thrill ride, and basically warning the old, the pregnant and the faint of heart to not ride. But it was too late, he was already stuck in the line. Muahahaha. So, we get further in, and we're above the ride and he can see the cars below and everyone taking off and his fears were confirmed, that it is indeed a coaster. However, the highlight of the ride was actually in the line. The was last month in the thick of the Swine Flu scare, so Disneyland being a crowded public place I'm sure there was little paranoia. Jordan just happened to sneeze, and without skipping a beat he looks at his hands dramatically and says "Ah crap . . . My swine flu is acting up again . . . " The lady in front of us widened her eyes and surreptitiously distanced her self. The ride itself was a joy, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Jordan screamed, which just made me laugh harder, and made the experience all the better.
Overall, the day was grand. We went on almost every ride that we wanted (we didn't get to do the Finding Nemo ride, 'cause the line was so long, and there were no fast passes) and we were officially tuckered out. We hadn't even gone over to California, so we decided to hurry and go over and do Tower of Terror, which was another that we were really wanting to do. It surprised me that Jordan didn't want to do any roller coasters, but was excited about Tower of Terror. To me, that's the scariest ride in both parks. In line by us was a lady with her son, who was probably 7 yrs old or so. He was BAWLING like his puppy just died. His mom said if you're too scared, we can leave and you can go back to the hotel and go swimming. Of course the little boy can't say that he's too scared to he just stands there and bawls his eyes out. And mom, because he never said that he wanted to go kept him in the line. My personal opinion- Mom wanted to go on the ride, and if her son didn't she couldn't go on the ride. I saw this a couple times throughout the vacation. Wow people.
So, that was a glorious end to a glorious day. But wait- After an utterly exhausting day of walking all over the parks and standing in line, we still have to make the arduous trek back to the hotel. I wanted to die, I contemplated hiding and sleeping in the park overnight, I considered hitchhiking, and didn't rule out stealing a car. Nevertheless, achy bones, weary muscles and blistered feet aside, we made it back, and enjoyed another lovely dip in the pool.
We left Tue morning around 8ish and were making really good time, until we decided to stop in Vegas to have a look around. Vegas is not as exciting as I remember, that is for sure. So, we wasted about two hours or so walking around, and decided that we'd rather be driving and just get there sooner, so we hopped back into our faithful car, and we were on our way.
Vegas stop aside we still made incredibly good time, we got there about 7, checked in and promptly ordered "room service". But we just called it Dominoes. After some hearty pasta, we relaxed our stiff driving muscles in the hot tub. Phew, what a long day.
To explain further, we got the City Pass, which gives you three days park hopper (Disneyland and California Adventure) and one day Sea World, one day San Diego Zoo and one day to Universal Studios. Although we only had four days to play, this was still the best value since the whole pass was only $230. But we were set on getting the most use out of it.
We woke up bright and early for Disneyland, and were determined to be there right as it opened. Our hotel was three blocks from the park, so we decided to walk. Turns out they were the three longest blocks in the history of the United States. It took us a good 20 minutes just to get to the park. Once we were there, we were jubilant to say the least. We headed straight to Tommorrowland, not on purpose- that's just where our feet and the flow of traffic steered us. We then chose Star Tours as the first ride for the simple fact that there was no line, and we weren't wasting any time. Star Tours was a blast for two reasons. First, when we were all buckled in and the right was just about to start, I started to say "Oh, crap! Oh, crap!" over and over in a really panicked voice, and I scared the poo about of a little girl behind me, 'cause she saw how "scared" I was, she figured it was going to be a really scary ride. Heh heh heh. Second, I sat next to the world's frailest looking old lady. I'm surprised her hip didn't break on the way in. So halfway through the ride Jordan turns to me and says "Is that old lady still alive?" And I laughed my head off. Once the ride stopped the old lady humphed and said "We didn't even go anywhere, I think we just stayed in the same spot." And Jordan I marveled on the miracle of her making it through the ride without either dying or breaking something.
The next ride we went on (I'm not going to give a play by play of each ride, but the first two just happened to be the most memorable) was Space Mountain. This is my favorite coaster in the park (not like there are many to choose from) so I was excited. The line was also short, so it was an even better choice. We were walking through the line and Jordan was asking me what the ride was. Knowing he's not a big roller coaster fan, I inferred it was a lot like the Star Tours ride, where you stay in one place and you feel like you're moving. Then he started to notice the signs saying it's a face paced thrill ride, and basically warning the old, the pregnant and the faint of heart to not ride. But it was too late, he was already stuck in the line. Muahahaha. So, we get further in, and we're above the ride and he can see the cars below and everyone taking off and his fears were confirmed, that it is indeed a coaster. However, the highlight of the ride was actually in the line. The was last month in the thick of the Swine Flu scare, so Disneyland being a crowded public place I'm sure there was little paranoia. Jordan just happened to sneeze, and without skipping a beat he looks at his hands dramatically and says "Ah crap . . . My swine flu is acting up again . . . " The lady in front of us widened her eyes and surreptitiously distanced her self. The ride itself was a joy, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Jordan screamed, which just made me laugh harder, and made the experience all the better.
Overall, the day was grand. We went on almost every ride that we wanted (we didn't get to do the Finding Nemo ride, 'cause the line was so long, and there were no fast passes) and we were officially tuckered out. We hadn't even gone over to California, so we decided to hurry and go over and do Tower of Terror, which was another that we were really wanting to do. It surprised me that Jordan didn't want to do any roller coasters, but was excited about Tower of Terror. To me, that's the scariest ride in both parks. In line by us was a lady with her son, who was probably 7 yrs old or so. He was BAWLING like his puppy just died. His mom said if you're too scared, we can leave and you can go back to the hotel and go swimming. Of course the little boy can't say that he's too scared to he just stands there and bawls his eyes out. And mom, because he never said that he wanted to go kept him in the line. My personal opinion- Mom wanted to go on the ride, and if her son didn't she couldn't go on the ride. I saw this a couple times throughout the vacation. Wow people.
So, that was a glorious end to a glorious day. But wait- After an utterly exhausting day of walking all over the parks and standing in line, we still have to make the arduous trek back to the hotel. I wanted to die, I contemplated hiding and sleeping in the park overnight, I considered hitchhiking, and didn't rule out stealing a car. Nevertheless, achy bones, weary muscles and blistered feet aside, we made it back, and enjoyed another lovely dip in the pool.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Cali here we come!
For our anniversary we decided to take a trip to California! We are going to be going to Disneyland & California Adventure, Universal Studios, Sea World and the San Diego Zoo! I gotta tell you how excited I am! I used to go to Disneyland at least once a year, since I graduated that is, but I haven't been for two years, and I'm really excited to go back.
And because road trips are more fun with more people, Jordan's brother Tanner and his girlfriend Taylor are coming along, so it'll be really fun!
We're leaving early Tue morning so we have time to make a stop in Vegas to hang out and play around for a while before continuing on to Cali. And then we're coming back Sunday. So, hopefully I'll have many adventures to share when I get back! And the best part is missing a week of work! :)
And because road trips are more fun with more people, Jordan's brother Tanner and his girlfriend Taylor are coming along, so it'll be really fun!
We're leaving early Tue morning so we have time to make a stop in Vegas to hang out and play around for a while before continuing on to Cali. And then we're coming back Sunday. So, hopefully I'll have many adventures to share when I get back! And the best part is missing a week of work! :)
Monday, May 4, 2009
Anniversary!
I can not believe that it has already been one year since Jordan and I got married! It's been a crazy, yet awesome year and it sure flew by fast! Which also means that we've had our condo for a year, and it certainly doesn't feel like we've lived there for that long!
Aw, time for reminiscing . . .
Jordan and I met through a friend of ours, a whopping five years ago. They both worked together at Wynnsong and became friends (how sweet). I heard people talk about Jordan Day this and Jordan Day that, and apparently everyone thought the world of him, but I thought it was weird that I had never met this fabled Jordan Day that everyone kept talking about (most of my friends worked at Wynnsong too and knew Jordan as well). I also thought it was weird that they always called him Jordan Day, and not just Jordan.
Well, I was hanging out at Wynnsong as all my friends were getting off work so we could go play. And this really hot guy with an amazing smile comes walking through and everyone was like hey, come play with us, come hang out, and tried very hard to get this guy to come with us, and he just smiled and laughed and said he had to get home, and left. I turned to my friend and said who was that guy? And she said that, was Jordan Day. Ah, so he does exist.
Todd (our mutual friend) would have Survivor parties every week where we would get together and watch the show, and bet on who was going to win. Jordan had started coming to those parties, and the first time he came (the second time I saw him) I was already acting dopey and nervous and pretty much stupid 'cause there was this guy there that I had invited from work that was super cute. Anyway, someone (not my fault!) had left a package of oreos on the floor, unbeknownst to me. A friend came in the door that I was excited to see and I ran up to hug her . . . and stepped on the bag of oreos. Jordan was very vocal about my slick move and made sure everyone knew that I had stepped on the oreos. "Does anyone want an oreo? Too bad, that girl stepped on them." "Oh, do you want an oreo? You could probably still get some off that girl's foot." "Gosh I could go for an oreo . . . Oh wait . . . " He kept it up all night. I felt really bad and was convinced this guy hated me. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think Jordan even cares for Oreos. Interesting . . . .
Well, Todd and I planned a road trip to California, and then later Jordan and his friend decided to come as well. Great, I thought- I'm pretty sure this kid hates me! Secretly I was excited he was coming 'cause well, I had a little girl crush on him despite the oreo debacle. So, Todd and I were hanging out and Jordan calls Todd's cell. They're chatting about the trip and finally Todd says something along the lines of "Do you hate Bre? 'Cause she's convinced you do." He assured Todd no no definitely not, that he did like me (although he has a funny way of showing it.) What a relief that was.
So off to the trip we go. It was a blast, we went to Disneyland & California Adventure, and the beach, and to a taping of That 70's Show (the very last episode Topher Grace was in- how cool is that?) and a taping of The Tonight Show. Oh yeah, and my car got broken into and everything from our gas money to my stereo and CDs were stolen- awesome. But that was an amazing trip. And after that we became good friends and hung out all the time in a group of friends. Todd had been trying to get us to date for about a year, and we both refused, and weren't that interested. Well, after Todd has officially given up the good fight to get us to date, Jordan and I decided to give it a go . . . And the rest is history.
We dated for about 2 1/2 years, got engaged, were engaged for 9 months and got married after dating for a little over three years, May 3, 2008. And what a ride it has been.
And now I take you on a small photographic journey of that fateful road trip.
Jordan at Huntington Beach. Jana (the picture taker) just caught him checking out me bum, and this is his busted face!
Aw, time for reminiscing . . .
Jordan and I met through a friend of ours, a whopping five years ago. They both worked together at Wynnsong and became friends (how sweet). I heard people talk about Jordan Day this and Jordan Day that, and apparently everyone thought the world of him, but I thought it was weird that I had never met this fabled Jordan Day that everyone kept talking about (most of my friends worked at Wynnsong too and knew Jordan as well). I also thought it was weird that they always called him Jordan Day, and not just Jordan.
Well, I was hanging out at Wynnsong as all my friends were getting off work so we could go play. And this really hot guy with an amazing smile comes walking through and everyone was like hey, come play with us, come hang out, and tried very hard to get this guy to come with us, and he just smiled and laughed and said he had to get home, and left. I turned to my friend and said who was that guy? And she said that, was Jordan Day. Ah, so he does exist.
Todd (our mutual friend) would have Survivor parties every week where we would get together and watch the show, and bet on who was going to win. Jordan had started coming to those parties, and the first time he came (the second time I saw him) I was already acting dopey and nervous and pretty much stupid 'cause there was this guy there that I had invited from work that was super cute. Anyway, someone (not my fault!) had left a package of oreos on the floor, unbeknownst to me. A friend came in the door that I was excited to see and I ran up to hug her . . . and stepped on the bag of oreos. Jordan was very vocal about my slick move and made sure everyone knew that I had stepped on the oreos. "Does anyone want an oreo? Too bad, that girl stepped on them." "Oh, do you want an oreo? You could probably still get some off that girl's foot." "Gosh I could go for an oreo . . . Oh wait . . . " He kept it up all night. I felt really bad and was convinced this guy hated me. Although, now that I think about it, I don't think Jordan even cares for Oreos. Interesting . . . .
Well, Todd and I planned a road trip to California, and then later Jordan and his friend decided to come as well. Great, I thought- I'm pretty sure this kid hates me! Secretly I was excited he was coming 'cause well, I had a little girl crush on him despite the oreo debacle. So, Todd and I were hanging out and Jordan calls Todd's cell. They're chatting about the trip and finally Todd says something along the lines of "Do you hate Bre? 'Cause she's convinced you do." He assured Todd no no definitely not, that he did like me (although he has a funny way of showing it.) What a relief that was.
So off to the trip we go. It was a blast, we went to Disneyland & California Adventure, and the beach, and to a taping of That 70's Show (the very last episode Topher Grace was in- how cool is that?) and a taping of The Tonight Show. Oh yeah, and my car got broken into and everything from our gas money to my stereo and CDs were stolen- awesome. But that was an amazing trip. And after that we became good friends and hung out all the time in a group of friends. Todd had been trying to get us to date for about a year, and we both refused, and weren't that interested. Well, after Todd has officially given up the good fight to get us to date, Jordan and I decided to give it a go . . . And the rest is history.
We dated for about 2 1/2 years, got engaged, were engaged for 9 months and got married after dating for a little over three years, May 3, 2008. And what a ride it has been.
And now I take you on a small photographic journey of that fateful road trip.
California Adventure!
We got soaked from that ride that's like Rattlesnake Rapids, is it Grizzely Bear Run? Not sure. Probably not the wisest choice to do at night, but there was no line.
All of our awesome hates. There was a valid reason Jordan got the goofy hat. We all picked hats that fit our personality. I'm Peter Pan :).
And of course the infamous Subway pic. Yeah, we totally posed and everyone is looking in different directions. We actually drew a crowd trying to get that pic.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A New Day!
A little late, but as promised, here are pics of the newest member of the Day family!
I knew she was going to be tiny, but when I saw her I was blown away by her size! I couldn't believe how ridiculously tiny she is. When she runs she goes all over the place so fast that I'm scared I'm going to step on her.
We picked her up early two Thursdays ago and she was scared just from the hub bub of the transfer, but once we got her to the car, and out of her crate she was ecstatic to meet us. We got her home and she was running all over the place exploring new sights and smells. She instantly found a cat toy and carried it around with her, and it's still her favorite toy. It's a good thing the kitties never played with it anyway.
We decided to name her Bella. Jordan picked it out, and it just fit her for some reason 'cause it sounded like a petite little name for her, and it means beautiful, which frankly she is.
We weren't planning on getting her a sweater, but all the books we read said that because they are so small, and their fur is so short they get cold really easy, so we did get something to keep her warm, and it's a good thing we did 'cause the poor thing gets so cold, and loves to bury down in a blanket to sleep. So that's why there's a million pics of her in her sweater. Now that it's getting warmer she doesn't need it as much, and hasn't even had to wear it for the last couple days.
We were training her to use a puppy litter box (I was surprised there was such a thing), but that hasn't worked out so well, so we decided to focus on pee pads, since she's already getting the hand of those, and when she's 100% trained on those we'll move the pad into the litter box and then eventually take the pad away. She's been really easy to train, and has done really well! The only trick is to not leave any blankets or jackets on the floor 'cause she thinks that those are her pad as well. She's definitely picked up the idea fast, and I'm very proud of her!
The sucky thing is I've had so much negative feedback about my puppy. I'm really getting sick of it. Everyone makes fun of me for getting a Chihuahua, for putting her in a sweater, and they're making fun of my pup. I'm so excited to have a puppy after waiting so long to get one, and it's really frustrating that out of everyone I know there isn't a lot of support just because of the breed I chose. I don't get why people care. When you guys get a dog, you can get whatever breed you want. As for us, there are so many reasone why this breed works for us, and if you don't like it, seriously keep it to yourself. You don't need to ruin my joy just to get your lame opinion out there. I'm serious- If you've got negative crap to dish out to me, then just keep it to yourself. When you love someone or something it's not fun to have it rubbed in mud, so to speak.
Now that I've gotten that rant off my chest, here are pictures already! :) She's only a little baby, probably two months old we think.
I knew she was going to be tiny, but when I saw her I was blown away by her size! I couldn't believe how ridiculously tiny she is. When she runs she goes all over the place so fast that I'm scared I'm going to step on her.
We picked her up early two Thursdays ago and she was scared just from the hub bub of the transfer, but once we got her to the car, and out of her crate she was ecstatic to meet us. We got her home and she was running all over the place exploring new sights and smells. She instantly found a cat toy and carried it around with her, and it's still her favorite toy. It's a good thing the kitties never played with it anyway.
We decided to name her Bella. Jordan picked it out, and it just fit her for some reason 'cause it sounded like a petite little name for her, and it means beautiful, which frankly she is.
We weren't planning on getting her a sweater, but all the books we read said that because they are so small, and their fur is so short they get cold really easy, so we did get something to keep her warm, and it's a good thing we did 'cause the poor thing gets so cold, and loves to bury down in a blanket to sleep. So that's why there's a million pics of her in her sweater. Now that it's getting warmer she doesn't need it as much, and hasn't even had to wear it for the last couple days.
We were training her to use a puppy litter box (I was surprised there was such a thing), but that hasn't worked out so well, so we decided to focus on pee pads, since she's already getting the hand of those, and when she's 100% trained on those we'll move the pad into the litter box and then eventually take the pad away. She's been really easy to train, and has done really well! The only trick is to not leave any blankets or jackets on the floor 'cause she thinks that those are her pad as well. She's definitely picked up the idea fast, and I'm very proud of her!
The sucky thing is I've had so much negative feedback about my puppy. I'm really getting sick of it. Everyone makes fun of me for getting a Chihuahua, for putting her in a sweater, and they're making fun of my pup. I'm so excited to have a puppy after waiting so long to get one, and it's really frustrating that out of everyone I know there isn't a lot of support just because of the breed I chose. I don't get why people care. When you guys get a dog, you can get whatever breed you want. As for us, there are so many reasone why this breed works for us, and if you don't like it, seriously keep it to yourself. You don't need to ruin my joy just to get your lame opinion out there. I'm serious- If you've got negative crap to dish out to me, then just keep it to yourself. When you love someone or something it's not fun to have it rubbed in mud, so to speak.
Now that I've gotten that rant off my chest, here are pictures already! :) She's only a little baby, probably two months old we think.
Monday, March 30, 2009
I'm Getting A Puppy!
If you've known me for more than five minutes you probably know that I have been desperately wanting a puppy for quite a while. Jordan has wanted one as well, but was a little more realistic saying that our condo is small, and we don't have a yard and such. He said we could get one when we move into a house, and who knows when that would be? However, I knew if I was patient enough, then eventually he would cave the second he saw a puppy in person. The idea of a puppy was enough for him to turn down, but the second he holds a puppy I knew he would be hooked. Since he works at a grocery store I knew it was only a matter of time before someone was sitting out front trying to get rid of puppies.
Such a thing happened. Sort of. It wasn't someone sitting out front, but a coworker who brought two chihuahua puppies in, and sure enough Jordan fell in love.
Originally I was excited; I couldn't believe that we were actually getting a puppy! I still can't believe it. Then I was thinking that while Chihuahuas are cute they're not my first choice of dogs, and am I sure this is the animal that I want to commit to? I talked to Jordan to make sure that this was what we wanted, and I think if I had met the puppy like he had I would be as sure as him. But now I'm right back to being excited. At this point I will take whatever puppy I can get my hands on, and I'm just grateful I don't have to push Jordan into it and that's he's just as excited.
Another reason why a chihuahua is a good choice for us, is 'cause since our condo is small, we do need a small dog. And we didn't want a dog that was going to tower over the kitties and terrorize them. This puppy will be a little smaller than the kits when full grown (we assume) and hopefully they'll all get along. I have unnaturally loving/cuddly goodnatured cats, so I've got high hopes.
We were going to pick her up over the weekend, but the weather was so bad we didn't want to drive to sandy where this coworker lives. Plus we didn't want to get her, and leave her home all week long. Jordan's day off is Thursday, so he's going to get her then and have the day with her, and then I'm going to (hopefully) take friday off, and have the day with her, and then we'll have the weekend with her, and after all that time with her, she should be comfortable enough at home that we can leave her to go to work.
So I'll be sure to post pictures when we get her!
Such a thing happened. Sort of. It wasn't someone sitting out front, but a coworker who brought two chihuahua puppies in, and sure enough Jordan fell in love.
Originally I was excited; I couldn't believe that we were actually getting a puppy! I still can't believe it. Then I was thinking that while Chihuahuas are cute they're not my first choice of dogs, and am I sure this is the animal that I want to commit to? I talked to Jordan to make sure that this was what we wanted, and I think if I had met the puppy like he had I would be as sure as him. But now I'm right back to being excited. At this point I will take whatever puppy I can get my hands on, and I'm just grateful I don't have to push Jordan into it and that's he's just as excited.
Another reason why a chihuahua is a good choice for us, is 'cause since our condo is small, we do need a small dog. And we didn't want a dog that was going to tower over the kitties and terrorize them. This puppy will be a little smaller than the kits when full grown (we assume) and hopefully they'll all get along. I have unnaturally loving/cuddly goodnatured cats, so I've got high hopes.
We were going to pick her up over the weekend, but the weather was so bad we didn't want to drive to sandy where this coworker lives. Plus we didn't want to get her, and leave her home all week long. Jordan's day off is Thursday, so he's going to get her then and have the day with her, and then I'm going to (hopefully) take friday off, and have the day with her, and then we'll have the weekend with her, and after all that time with her, she should be comfortable enough at home that we can leave her to go to work.
So I'll be sure to post pictures when we get her!
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