At the end of the day, there are always Gushers.

Years ago, when I was young and didn't need to go to sleep by 10:30 pm to function, I had surgery on my left eye. It wasn't just any surgery. My poor little eye was much too bad to have lasik and so I was put under general anesthesia, had my eye opened up, had a lens implanted and then had 9 stitches placed IN MY EYE to help it stick. For the record, the recovery was horrible. It felt like I had something in my eye and I couldn't do anything about it. I remember crying in public while at dinner with my family because all I wanted to do was take my eyeball out of my socket and throw it out the window. I also had to wear a metal eye patch taped to my face when I slept so I wouldn't touch my eye. The only good thing that came out of it was that I had a nice prescription for Loritab...oh, and that I could actually see.

Anyway, this surgery happened almost 7 years ago. I have yet to get lasik in my right eye...mainly because I am lazy. I wear one contact in my right eye. And every once and a while if my left eye catches the light at the right angle, it will reflect like a cat's. It's totally creepy. I call it my cat eye. And my bowling name is Cat Woman. It just makes sense.

Unlike this post.

Ok, focus. So, I wear a contact in my right eye. It's not the worst thing in the world. But hopefully in a year if my prescription stays the same, I will be able to get lasik. The trouble is, I still use glasses every once and a while. And well, my glasses are like 10 years old. It's time for an upgrade.

And so, of course I bought a Groupon to Standard Optical. $50 for $180 of lenses.

So, today I finally traveled up to Bountiful and starting trying on glasses. I narrowed it down to two options:

Option 1:

Option 2:

Yea, you can't really tell the difference in the pictures. But I chose the 2nd option. They just fit better. The price was not listed on the tag and so I asked the friendly sales lady how much they cost.

$299.

For reals? Damn you Vera Wang and your expensive frames!!!!

I told the lady I would think about it and come back. The thing is, I can't justify spending that much money on a pair of glasses I will rarely wear. I might go to Costco and see what they have. Because if they don't have any that I like, I can always buy a ginormous box of Gushers and call it a day.

Natalie exercises. That's big!

On Sunday, while celebrating my father's birthday, Jinny cornered me and threatened me that if I didn't blog soon, she was going to disown me as a grandchild. She is serious about this blog. Maybe more serious than I am. But, at least I have one loyal fan. So I took this threat very seriously and starting brainstorming things that I could blog about. I thought about posting a video I took of Ava that night, but my phone hates me and won't upload it to YouTube. So that idea is out.

I then thought about blogging about recent date stories. But I haven't gone an any horrible dates lately...so that is out of the picture.

And then I realized that I actually have something to blog about. And it's going to shock you. You're going to read this and be all, "what the what??? Did someone or something posses our dear Natalie?" And my friends, something has.

And that something....is pilates.

Yes, you read that right. Pilates. As in a form of EXERCISE!!!!!

I bought a pass for 40 reformer pilates classes. Yes, 40. As in, I will be working out AT LEAST 40 times in the next 8 months (I say 8 months because the pass expires in 8 months). And for all of those that don't realize the severity of this purchase, let me tell you that I think in the past 10 YEARS I have maybe worked out a total of 40 times. So, pretty much this is like a groundbreaking breakthrough in the life of Natalie.

For reals.

And as of Monday of this week, I thought I was going to die. Who knew you could work your inner thigh muscles so much that you physically cannot walk? But shockingly enough, I love it so much. 2011 will now forever go down as the year that I started working out regularly. This is big.

My day of 3 dates. I'm totally wanted....or something like that.

A couple of weekends ago I subjected myself to one of my singles ward activities that make me kind of embarrassed to be mormon. It was a progressive dinner. The progressive dinner was a night where each person had three dates. One date picked the girl up and brought her to the ward, then everyone switched dates and ate dinner with date #2. Then, everyone switched again and date #3 took you home. So, I just like to tell people I had three dates in one day. it sounds better that way and makes me sound less desperate.

Ok, whatever. It was actually fun. But, I did make each of my dates take pictures with me so I could blog about it. I am kind of bossy that way.

So, Date #1 was Isaish. He was adorable and super funny. But I am pretty sure I ruined it by telling him my old boss told me I should never date a boy that drives a dodge truck and that they are all d-bags. And then 10 minutes later I noticed I was actually in HIS DODGE TRUCK. Shit. I felt awesome.

My date #2 was Andy. He was cute as well. I am pretty sure I ate more than him, which could potentially be a problem. And maybe that is why he didn't get my number. I'll blame it on that. And not on the fact that I made him take 2 pictures because he didn't smile with his teeth in the first picture. I'm not bossy at all.

Date #3 was Matt. Now he's just plain adorable. Lucky for me he was my take home date. I was really happy about this because I don't think I could have handled an awkward doorstep scene. And actually, my way of avoiding that potential awkwardness was to invite him in my house. Which of course he graciously accepted. Maybe he thought I was going to put out. And did I? Guess you'll never know.

I wish I could have crafted this story into something awkward and horrible, but it was actually a pretty fun night.

Shoes have feelings too.

I will have you know, that while Christmas shopping this year I only bought myself two presents. And that my friends, was a miracle. Normally I am all, "one present for you, four presents for me". It's been a serious problem in the past. But this year I tried to scale back. Yay for me!

The first present I bought myself is probably my favorite. My friend Megan who works for Hip & Humble, posted this purse on Facebook one day. I just happened to be going into the store that night to do a little shopping. And before I knew what was happening, I had a lovely yellow purse dangling from my arm. Meg informed me that the purse was in high demand ever since the Facebook post. Luckily, I was the one who got to the store first. I bought that sucker within 10 minutes of being in the store.

Merry Christmas to me!

The next present I got for myself was actually not a present for me at first. I bought it for a friend, but while wrapping it I decided I wanted it. So I kept it for myself and went back to the store the next day and purchased an identical piece for my friend. Selfish? Maybe. Smart? Definitely. Will she ever know? Probably not.

Dear Friend-I-purchased-a-gift-for-and-saved-it-for-myself,
Please don't hate me. You look stylish. And so do I.

Love,
Natalie

As for after christmas shopping, I have successfully purchased only one item for myself. And this one I had to go hunting for. Because when they arrived 3 days late and I knew they were sitting on my front porch, I emailed my friend Nicole and told her "my shoes were delivered today. They are sitting out in the cold. I am worried about them."

But when I got home they were safe and sound in their box on my porch. I put them on and they were more fabulous that I could have imagined.

Cheers to new shoes and a lovely purse. I didn't take a picture of the present I kept for myself. That will remain a mystery.

I'll take sleeping in a twin bed if it means I don't have to share my bottle with anyone else

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas. I celebrated by hanging out with my family and not getting dressed until 4 pm on Christmas day. It was glorious.

I slept at my parents house and was banished to the twin bed in the basement, while my brother slept in his king bed in the next room. When I complained to a friend that I had to sleep in a twin bed, he asked why I didn't just sleep in the king with my brother. I told him that was disgusting. I draw the line somewhere. And sharing a bed with my 21 year old brother is that line. I don't care how big the bed is. I'll take a twin anytime.

Just before Christmas, I purchased myself a bottle of sparkling cider and put it in my fridge for enjoyment another time. And that time was tonight. For tonight I had cheese and wine for dinner. And by wine, I mean I drank my sparkling cider straight from the bottle.

Cheers to being able to not have to share my "wine" with anyone else.

Ava needs a cousin. I'll make it my resolution to give her one.

Ava's 6 month birthday is today. And yes, she is the cutest baby ever born. She will own that title until my first child is born. Until that blessed day comes, I only have pictures of Ava to show off. Here are her 6 month pictures Hailey had taken today.

I need someone to impregnate me fast so this little nugget can have a cousin. Got it! New Years Resolution #5: get pregnant.

New Years Resolution for anyone who is annoying: Stop being annoying

Today, the following text message conversation happened between me and my friend Marianne:

Mari: New Year's Resolution #5: go to dinner with Natalie. You came in fifth after eat better, smell good every day, exercise, and get up before Gracie does. Hopefully with you as number 5, i can be at least 1 for 5 this year on resolutions.

Me: Best text I have gotten all day. Yes, you made my top 5 as well. Along with 1) Don't date emotionally dead men, 2) be nicer to people that are naturally annoying, 3) don't tell boys I only wash my hair 3 times a week and 4) exercise more than twice a year.

Mari: You are never gonna be nicer. And neither am I. Strike it from your list and bump me up to #4.

And that I did.

Now I just need to find a 5th resolution. This year I bagged the resolutions and started with a motto: Lots of Men in 2010. And well, I ruined that by dating someone for half the year. BLAST!

So, I'm back to resolutions. Because really, nothing catchy rhymes with 2011.

Dear 2011,

Please don't suck because nothing cool rhymes with you.

Love,
Natalie

Now maybe you will understand why I eat Wendy's so much.

I know it is rather ridiculous that I haven't posted in a while. I'm pretty sure it is because all I want to do is come home from work and take a nap on my couch with my newly purchased electric blanket. I spend so much time with my blanket, I'm pretty sure I am having a relationship with it.

Sadly, I couldn't bring my electric blanket as my date to my work Christmas party. That would have just been weird. Instead I went solo because life is so much easier that way. I'm pretty sure having to bring a date to a work function is one of the more awkward situations on earth.

However, if I had brought a date, he would have been jealous. Because not only did my work give all the employees iPods, but they also made a ridiculous mix cd for everyone. Prior to the party, everyone had to turn in their favorite song from 2010. Needless to say, this cd has quite the range of music. However, I will never forget the Christmas of 2010 when I received a cd title:

Apparently this is a play off some movie that I have never seen. So the real meaning escapes me. But if you knew what the fridge at Agency X looked like, you would understand. And well, i'll give you a little sampling - the inside booklet to the case had pictures taken from our actual work fridge. Totally disgusting. Completely ridiculous. But utterly awesome.

And now you might understand why I eat out for every lunch.

Merry Christmas!

I'm moving

Ok, I really am not moving. But when I have to come to work and spoon my spaceheater, I think something is seriously wrong with the state that I live in.

Be prepared for some anti-winter posts for the next 5 months.

It's not soup. It's gelato. Please don't drink it. I'm embarrassed.

So this last week I actually let one of my dear dear friends set me up. However, I should have said no when she told me she didn't know him, but that he worked with one of her friends. A friend of a friend of a friend set up only means one thing. Bad news. It's like, "oh my gosh! I have a single friend. You have a single friend. Let's set them up because they are both single."

Note to self (again): These set ups don't work.

And let me say, that this wasn't horrible. But, definitely not a match. First of all, he lives in Ogden. The armpit of Utah. Yes, I am totally judgmental of people who live in Ogden. And I totally don't care. Plus, I don't want to date someone that lives 40 minutes away. Ok, I would maybe consider if the guy was really hot. MAYBE. And then I would just make him drive to my house all the time. That's how it should be anyway.

Whatever. I don't want to date someone from Ogden. End of that discussion.

So as I was saying, the date wasn't horrible. The guy was nice. We just went for ice cream. He suggested Jamba Juice, but I convinced him we should get gelato. His suggestion for Jamba Juice should have been the first red flag. Really? You want to meet at a louder than loud smoothie shop where we are going to have to yell over 10 blenders to have a conversation? Um, no.

Conversation was fine. I ended up feeling like I was interviewing him though because he really only talked when I asked him something. He wouldn't really respond with something that could end up evolving into a discussion. I kind of find humor in these types of dates. Because eventually I like to stop asking questions and let there be an awkward pause. Kind of like, "ok, i'm done. You're turn to try and make conversation".

When I really knew it wasn't going to work between us was when he tried slurping his melted gelato out of his cup. No shit. He really did. And it was awkward.

I heart my life.

Peeing on yourself is only adorable if you are a baby. Otherwise, you're just crazy

Last night, I volunteered to babysit Ava so that my sister and Chandler could go be adults for a night. And by be adults I mean go to a movie without a screaming child in sight. And really, my goal in life is to become my nieces favorite, so I have to start early. So naturally, my volunteering was completely selfish.

I'm 100% convinced she loves me almost as much as her parents. And if I keep babysitting, I might even pass them for her favorite person. Ava LOVES to have her diaper changed. Like, loves it. She would be screaming at the top of her lungs, and the second you put her on her changing tables she gives you the biggest smile and does a little giggle. It's adorable.

I've gone a good solid 4 months without changing a dirty diaper of hers. In order for me to be her favorite, I am sure she wouldn't want me to see her mess her pants. She's a lady for goodness sake. But last night, she was overjoyed with herself and the mess she made in her pants. I had no choice was but to change her. Now that I think about it, it was a bonding experience for us.

However, for Ava, it wasn't enough of a bonding experience. For when she messed her pants AGAIN right before I put her down for bed, she gave me a run for my money. So imagine this. Ava's screaming at the top of her 4 month old lungs (which btw, are surprisingly strong) and so I put her down on the changing table and she immediately stops and gives me a big smile. Classic. I then proceed to change her diaper. I turn to grab some baby wipes and look back at Ava and she is now peeing all over the mat. AND, she looks very pleased with herself. She was totally all, "haha, I am so funny. Auntie Nat, clean it up."

She's such a little punk.

And I love her so much more for it.

She's kind of freaking awesome.

The obvious problem is my checking account has money in it.

Last month I purchased a new phone. The HTC Incredible to be exact. I had been holding out hope that Verizon would get the iPhone, but I had enough people convince me that a droid was just as good, if not better than the iPhone. And so I purchased.

And I am in love.

But, it's a dangerous type of love you see. Because of the wonderful world that is technology, I have all these fabulous apps that allow me to purchase things at a touch of a button. DANGER. DANGER. I see the flashing lights. Yet, I can't turn away. Take for example, the app for Groupon. For just today, before I walked out the door for work, I had already purchased the Swedish Massage that they were offering. But come on, who would turn down a 60-minute Swedish massage for $35? Um, no one should. Or at least no one I want to be friends with.

Then there's the Amazon app. This is even more dangerous than the Groupon app. Because Amazon has EVERYTHING. Like, for reals, I purchased some boots off my app just 3 hours ago. As my friend Nicole once said, "you know's its a great day when the first thing you do before you get out of bed is purchase something off Amazon." Amen sista. Amen.

So, you see where this is going.

Natalie buys new phone. Natalie downloads awesome apps. Natalie becomes poor.

DANGER. DANGER.

However if you really think about it, I might be poor, but I will be relaxed and stylish.

So, anyone else have an app they want to recommend?

Singled Out, brought to you by My Awkward Life

I know it's been ages since I last logged on to this blog. But believe you me, I had some really good excuses. Which, I am not actually going to go into, but they were some doozies.

Anyway. I'm back.

AND, so is my little brother Alex! Got home from his mission last week and it has been fabulous. Seriously, fabulous.

So among many reasons that are too much for this blog, I just have literally had nothing to write about. Until today. Because when I saw that my stake FHE activity was a speed dating activity, I knew I had to attend. And not because I might meet my future husband, but because I knew it was going to be horrible and I would have an awesome blog story. I did if for you, dear readers. I put myself in a completely awkward, horrible setting just so I could entertain the people around me. I'm just nice like that.

And let me tell you. The night did NOT disappoint. It was full of awkwardness and I loved every minute of it. When I first arrived at the stake center, the entire gym was packed with people and they were doing a version of Singled Out. Do we all remember this awesome show on MTV where Jenny McCarthy got her first start? Well I do. And i loved it. So after watching a round of awkward questions and couples getting together, I sauntered my way over to the speed dating. Because how great was this going to be? So great.

And let me tell you. It was awkward on many levels. The first guy I talked to I believe was probably gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but pretty sure he was. The next guy was sweating so bad I wanted to pull a tissue out of my purse and give it to him. The next guy was from Japan and pretty sure he didn't understand one word that came out of my mouth. The next guy, well, bless his heart had some issues. I noticed a hearing aid so I tried to talk as loud as I could. But when he would talk, I literally couldn't hear one word he said. I was like, "is he asking me a question or just talking about himself?" So I just nodded and acted interested. The last and final guy was super handsy. Like, all of sudden he is touching my leg and arm and I am all, "ok, dude, you didn't even ask my name - keep your hands on your side of the aisle".

So, speed dating came in at a total success.

They then did Singled Out again. And since I was just so happy with our speed dating turned out, I was determined to be picked to be one of the 3 girls they interview. They had all the girls in the room stand. Then they starting asking questions and if you had/hadn't done the question they asked, you had to sit down. Well, by some magical force, every since question asked worked in my favor. I didn't have to lie. Some questions were "If you own your own set of golf clubs, stay standing". Check, own golf clubs. "Have you ever been skinny dipping, if you have stay standing". Check, gone skinny dipping. And before you know it, I am on stage relishing in the awkwardness and the great way this night is going.

The "bachelor" came out and he is hidden behind a partition where he can't see us and we can't see him. He then proceeds to ask us questions that we all have to answer. One question was "what is your ideal vacation". The first two girls answered something totally lame and boring. So, I had to do something to pull out the big win. And so I said, "Well, anywhere that has a beach where I can bring the golf clubs that I own and I can go skinny dipping." Pretty sure that right there is what won it for me. And yes, this was a church function and my stake president was present. I'm sure I'll be asked to meet with him soon.

Surprisingly, the bachelor was completely hot. We were escorted over to a "private area" to chat. What would have made it more fun is if they stuck us in a closet for 7 minutes in heaven. But that didn't happen. I could have taught him a few things, because this hot boy was still a boy. A baby actually. Has 3 semesters left in his undergrad....then on to med school. And as much as I would love to be someone's sugar mama and put them through school for the next 10 years, not sure if this was really a match made in heaven. We'll see, though.

And to close off the night, I made my friend Madison go take a picture of him. Purely for the purpose of this blog. Thank you, I hope you have enjoyed the awkwardness that is my life.

I told you I would jinx it. Seriously.

You know what sucks?

Posting about how great your birthday was with your boyfriend, and then breaking up with him 2 days later.

Yep. That sucks.

Want to know what makes it a little better?

Having another boy take you to shoot guns to "blow off steam".

I promise, I wasn't pretending to shoot at anyone specific.

When I am able to pick myself up off the ground, I am sure I will have some horrible date stories to blog about. Until then, my faithful readers, you will have to endure posts about how adorable my niece is. Because she is.

For now, I can't eat. However, I believe it is blessing from the break up gods ensuring I will be skinny and hot for the next boy.

Figureatively and literally, there were fireworks.

With my birthday being last week, I am still trying to get over the shock of turning 28. I do NOT like that number. I feel really old. And if you are older than me, don't for a second think you can comment and tell me that I am young. Let me complain just for a bit, mmky?!

So yada yada yada, I am not a big birthday person. However, that doesn't mean I didn't have high expectations to what Justin was going to do for me. He had asked me numerous times what I wanted to do for my birthday but all I told him was that he could just surprise me. Little did he know I knew EXACTLY what I wanted. Que evil laugh (mmmwwahhh!!) I wanted him to take me to The Paris Bistro. A darling little french bistro on 15th and 15th that I have been dying to go to. They have this wonderful patio with twinkle lights, lovely white table clothes, small candles on the tables, just everything fancy. It WAS where I was going to spend my 28th birthday. Justin needed to just figure it out.

I concocted this whole plan for my roommate to slyly tell Justin he should take me there. But that opportunity never presented itself. My birthday was getting closer and closer and Justin was not picking up on my telepathy. Blast.

And so, I did what every woman eventually ends up doing. I told him exactly what I wanted. I gave up on my whole Justin-knows-me-so-well-he-will-totally-remember-that-one-time-we-drove-by-the-Paris-and-I-told-him-I-wanted-to-go-there thinking and just told him what I wanted. Man, it was hard. I just wanted him to know what I was thinking. Is that so wrong? Seriously, is it? IS IT??!!

Ok, I am not yelling. I promise.

So, July 21st comes. The blessed day of my birth. My doorbell rings and Justin is standing on my porch smiling. I smile back and then am immediately distracted by what he is holding in his hand. No, it's not flowers. It was this:

My present. Wrapped in Transformers wrapping paper. Apparently, I am a 12 year old boy. When I asked him why Transformers wrapping paper he explained, "it was this or something pink. And I couldn't buy something pink." Noted.

I opened the card and was touched by his cute message and the LOVELY gift certificate for a mani/pedi (yes, he knows me well) that was inside. It was then time to open the Transformers package. And what was inside you might ask?

Fireworks.

I do not lie.

Now, before you starting thinking my boyfriend thinks he is dating a 12 year old boy, let me explain. Two weeks earlier I had been complaining that we didn't have fireworks in Bear Lake. And all I wanted was to light off fireworks. Well, I mean someone else light off fireworks but for me to sit in a blanket and watch them. So cute, thoughtful Justin bought me fireworks that we could light off that coming weekend.

Seriously. He's the best.

And then he took me to the Paris.

And then he made out with me.

My birthday pretty much rocked.

This way he won't get me confused with his other girlfriend

Back when Justin first got my number, he didn't know me very well. He got my number at [gasp!] church. Yes, you did just read that right. Think of every lame joke that has been made about LDS singles wards and apply it right there. I'm over it. Whatever.

So, when he got my number he put me in as "Natalie from church". No, I did not know this at the time. Because FOR SURE I wouldn't have let that slide. I would have reminded him of my last name and make him put heart emoticons after my name. Ok, I wouldn't. That totally would have scared him off. Truth be told, I didn't know he put me in his phone as "Natalie from church" until we had been dating about 2 months. I asked him why it was still listed as that and his response was typical. "Um, I just have never changed it."

Typical boy.

So I asked him, "do you know my last name?" He promptly answered correctly and I gave him a kiss for passing the test. First test in a relationship, MUST KNOW GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIENDS LAST NAME. Whew! Glad he passed that one.

So, fast-forward 4 months to this last Friday night. We're at a restaurant waiting for our food and I happen to be playing with Justin's 1990s phone. I can barely figure out how the stupid thing works, but somehow, I manage to make it to his contact list. And low and behold, this is what I see:


Dating 6 months and I am still "Natalie from Church". I told him I was going to change it immediately. But then, I just thought it was funny. And so I kept it.

However, I'll quiz him every once and a while to make sure he remembers my last name.

It's almost like she had the hiccups because my sister fed her soda. That would have been cool.

I promise one day, in the very near future, I will post something other than my ADORABLE niece. Because, I do have a great story about how Justin and I had a deal going for 2 months that we wouldn't drink soda. And well, if you read my blog here, here or here, you know that I fail miserably at quitting soda. Anyway, that story is in the works.

Until then, I will post this video of Ava I took when she was merely 4 days old. AND when she had the hiccups. Not a lie, I have watched this video no less that 50 times. She sounds like a mouse. And I think it is the cutest thing ever.

Enjoy.

I might be poor, but at least my niece will be well dressed

In my last post when I said I wanted to quit my job and just hang out with this adorable baby all day, I wasn't kidding. Because seriously if I could, I would.

But alas, if I quit my job I would be able to buy zebra print outfits for her like this:


I am REALLY hoping that zebra print dress will fit her. She is just itty, bitty. Case in point:


When she fell asleep on me like this, my cold heart melted:

And this is her putting up a debate on me leaving. She's already realizing that she can pretty much do anything and I will bend over backwards for her.

Favorite Auntie Award goes to Natalie

After 9 long months of Hailey being prego - she finally popped out the most adorable, teeny, tiny baby.

May I introduce Ava (middle name undecided) Bello

Born: June 15, 2010
Time: 6:30pm-ish
Weight: 5 lb 12 oz (TEENY!!!)


Honestly, I just want to cuddle with her all day. ALL. DAY. I'm half tempted to quit my job, move back in with my parents (to mooch off them, of course) and then hang out with this adorable pumpkin all day.

Look how fab Hailey looks have being in labor for 10 hours!

And of course, here is Ava with her favorite auntie.

I'll teach her all the important things in life: 1) Humor 2) Clothes and 3) Boys. I won't let her know that I really don't know anything about those 3 things, but I'll buy her things to make her love me. I am not beneath buying her affection. Not at all.

The Great Flood of 2010

As I type this post, I hear the constant noise of a carpet fan drying my basement carpet.

Visual:

My house smells like mildew and must and all I want is for it to go away. This whole big mess, which I will now title The Great Flood of 2010, all began on Tuesday when the basement toilet started overflowing. Luckily I was in my room when I started to hear the overflow of water. I bolted upstairs for the one toilet plunger in my house and immediately called my dad to find out what to do. He instructed me how to turn off the water to the toilet. Done. That was easy.

However, then he told me to lift off the top of the toilet to start diagnosing the problem and it was then that I knew I was over my head. And then I remembered something. Something so important that I almost didn't care that all my nice towels were being ruined because they were on the floor trying to stop the water from entering the hallway. Justin was coming over, and for those that don't know me, Justin is my boyfriend and the fact that I am actually typing that out on this blog is kind of a big deal. I don't blog about dating unless it's a hysterical story and I am no longer going to see said date again. Blogging about boyfriends to me means one of two things; 1) people will start asking a billion questions about our relationship and I won't want to answer any of them or 2) I'll jinx my relationship and we'll break up next week.

I hope neither of those happen because of this post.

Anyway, back to the story. Justin has mentioned to me numerous times that he is "handy". And by handy I don't mean "handsy", I mean handy and that he can actually fix things. As much as I like to tout that I don't need a man, I actually do. And so when he told me this, I said to him, "One day I'll test this. And our relationship will hang in the balance." I think he kind of believed me when I told him that, too. He's a smart man.

So as my dad is trying to tell me to lift the "bubble thing" and check the drain I hear the doorbell ring. I interrupt him and say, "Justin's here. And he tells me he is handy. This is his test, Dad. Pray that he passes and can fix my toilet. Otherwise, we're in trouble."

And low and behold, he passed the test. With flying colors. For when we realized that it wasn't just the toilet that was the problem, but the main drain line to our house that was clogged, he spent the next 1.5 hours helping me clean up the mess that had happened in our entire basement. And then he took me to McDonalds for ice cream.

Truly a man after my own heart.