stuff that happened last weekend..

Flynn got a haircut. or rather, a full-body buzz. He is so embarrassed. And we kinda are too.

My little sister decided she wanted to age another year, and turn 17 on Saturday. little does she know, that as soon as this year is over.... 18-21 {and possibly further, i wouldn't know yet} all kinda blend together. and before you know it, adulthood is smacking you in the face and you're and old married person going to bed at 9:30, and having to pay for things like interest on a mortgage. guh.

Steven talked me into riding along while he golfed with one of his buddies. Not gonna lie, the whole golfing thing never appealed to me. Trying to hit a ball into a tiny hole? boring. I'm more of a "smack-the-ball-as-hard-as-humanly-possible" kinda gal. The driving range is cool. or even better, hitting baseballs! yes. But playing nine holes.... bleh. no danke. So i sunbathed.

Can we talk about how amazing the weather was this weekend?? i kinda want to cry with joy. I almost forgot how much fun it is to be outside soaking up some vitamin D. We took our pups to a little park in Salt Lake where they can run and play with the the other dogs. Graham lovvved it. Flynn... was a little more hesistant. I think after three retrievers ganged up on him, he was a little freaked out. So he spent the rest of the outing refusing to be set down.

 

his tounge is gonna end up being three feet long, probably.

Lucky for us, we are only three days away from our next weekend. We are heading south again for a little sunshine and adventure :) I know, we are partyers. And it rocks.

cuteness overload with a touch of randoms

so tuesday was some maybe-but-more-likely-not-important jazz game. and luckily for me and the hubs, mama and papa collins decided to take us along. now, i've never really been one to sit down and watch sports. but hey, i'm all about free dinner and getting out on a weeknight. And it ended up being really intense until about the second over time. and my bladder couldn't take it anymore.

Elder Uchtdorf ended up being there! it's kinda fun living in utah sometimes. when it's not raining/snowing/hailing/blizzarding.

i've decided that using instagram to edit my photos has got to stop. gosh dang it, i know photoshop. and not using it is just sad. And after editing all these photos... im remembing how much i love it. now if only i could get my real camera to work...

Graham has been officially nicknamed "the poop machine." He is only 7 weeks old, so he is having a hard time grasping the potty training. We are definitely going to have to replace our carpet. If he weren't so darn cute, i would have already sentenced him to living in our backyard. curse you gray puppy-dog eyes.

Tax season is OVER. now instead of trying to not punch someone in the face, i'm just fighting to stay awake. hmm. maybe it's time i start looking for a new job.

ok, so no offense, but what is the deal with Adele? I get that's she's amazing and blah blah but does she have to take up 5 of my 6 radio stations?? And every other song on Pandora? If i hear about settin fire to rain one more time.... i might cry.

the thing with tax season.

i hate it. i just plain hate that little sucker. i kinda feel like taking a tax return, karate chopping it in half, then chucking it to the ground so I can stomp and spit on it. Simultaneously. I was not designed for this level of monotony! I can almost feel my creativity shriveling up and dying inside of my brain due to lack of exercise. But that's not the worst of it. Everyon here is Mr. Cranky-pants. And Ms. Cranky-pants. And I've about had it up to *here* {above my head} with them. I seriously should be paid a fat bonus just for putting up with all their unpleasantness. Actually, with everone in general. Especially those who put our number under "accountant" in their phone, and butt dial us 20+ times a day. And the telemarketers all the way from india who insist on calling back over, and over, and over again. It is just not a happy time 'round these parts. I think we are all stepping on each others toes to be honest. these people in particular are going to drive me mad:

Dear constant-gum-chewer,
you are over 30. PLEASE stop pulling your gum out of your mouth and playing with it. That is disgusting, even when a 7 year old does it. And it's a bazillion times worse when you do. Just stop already.

Dear gym-stalker,
I'm not sure yet if you intentially go at the same time as me or not. But, if you didn't notice already, I ignore you on purpose. And when you come and run on the machine next to me, it makes it much harder to do so.

Dear mr. munchies,
do you even work here? Every time i go to refil the pop in the fridge, there you are. Munching. I'd appreciate it if you stopped hanging out at my desk to gaze out the door and comment on the weather we both know isn't gonna change any time soon. Also, those gift baskets of goodies people keep dropping by? yeah, i totally keep those on my desk on purpose. Just so you can wander out and see that i am in fact, holding your next snack hostage. I still haven't forgiven you for your april fool's prank of 2011. And I'm planning to make you pay for it for a good lonnnng time.

Dear ms. OCD,
IT IS STRAIGHT.

to my general male employee population,
you WILL survive if you do not know what you're eating for dinner until 4pm. you WILL survive if you do not get exactly what you want to eat every night. and you WILL survive {heaven forbid} you dont get any extra sour cream with your baked pototo. any future complaints can be written down, and thown in my trash bin. k thanks.

I think it's safe to say i'm a little cranky myself today.
maybe from the lack of sugar and diet coke i have been so devotedly depriving myself of as of late. I know, it's ridiculous.

maybe it's because i had to get up before 7am to drive in the ridiculous blizzard to south salt lake to drop flynn off to be neuterized. and as a result got back just in time to pippy-longstocking my hair and throw on a maybe, but more likely not clean sweater.

but PROBABLY it's because I'm going all crazy momma bear worried over ma munchkin baby not being there to welcome me home at lunch, and being all alone when he got his surgery.

Gosh dang it can I leave to pick him up now??????
yeah that's most likely it. Poor boy is gonna be in the cone of shame for ten whole days.

is it 5pm yet??

Graham

So we may have done something a little crazy. We wanted Flynn to have a buddy. So we went and got ourselves another poop machine. But it's so worth it. This is our new little boxador, Graham

What can we say? We love our puppies. In case you didn't notice.