{bye bye blonde}

So after much thought and consideration, I put the last 2 1/2 years of blonde behind me and went for a change. And I love it! I'm still getting used to the reflection in the mirror but my eyebrows are rejoicing for sure! Here are some pictures. {I wore the same shirt as my blog pic on purpose for comparison and try as I might to get Tooley to reenact that pose on my hand, my pythons aren't that strong. She's a lot beefier then the scrawny little kitten she once was. *tear* Anyways, hope you like the change too!

{oh, christmas tree}

As promised, here are some pictures of our christmas tree in full. {I just need to get going on the presents under the tree part}

{tooley thursday: glamour shots}

I know I know, I missed Tooley Tuesday this week...but I come bearing Tooley gifts! I took a pretty awesome glamour shot of her the other day {cuz I have that kind of time.} Anyways she look fabulous right?! I think it's about time I get her an agent–you can really go places with a face like this!

{it's officially warm fuzzy territory}

We did it!

"It" being Richard and I – coaxed out of our Scrooge ways by our besties the marshalls – got our first real {not fake} Christmas tree! And when I say real, I mean huffin it around the out doors, picking one and cutting it down ourselves. It was fantastic. And we documented the whole thing – yes ma'm. Let us begin:

frump pose!

no idea what is happening. 

marshalls win at life!

we finally found our soul tree! and then killed it.

the unveiling. tooley made sure she was near for approval.

{warm fuzzies}

she thought it was a little to the left, but otherwise interesting.

we had professionals decorating :)

cranberries & popcorn crew!

two photographers = shifty eyes, but we're still rockin it around the christmas tree. especially me in that hat.

So all in all, when people claim having a real tree is the way to go, it's because it's truth. It was fun. Now all we need to do is wrap empty boxes to help the tree feel justified in it's embellished death. You know, like a Macys Christmas tree–all their presents are totes empty for show. More pics to come!

{representn' wolves}

So I found something so awesome, I of course had to sing it and make a tard out of myself just to express my love for it in full. So here is a video I made representn' Team Jacob using his gf's song. I didn't write the lyrics, just changed some words here and there! Oh, and I think this is the first time I've ever done a "vlog" so howdy! that's me. And I'm not ashamed to say, I'm like this all the time! haha.

lyrics:

you're in the woods with your vampire, edward cullen

he's always whining and complainin, he's so sullen
he doesn't get your human, like I do

i'm at the gym, it's a typical tuesday night
lifting the kind of weights he doesn't like
and he'll never know your family like i do

but he sparkles, and i'm so hairy
he's so sexy, but I'm so scary
dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
that you hate vampires and love canines

-i'm the wolf who understands you
been here all along
why can't you see
you belong with me, you belong with me

hangin out in Forks, while he's in Italy
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
howlin at the moon, thinking to myself
hey, isn't Ed sleazy?!

and you've got a beauty that can light up this whole town
haven’t seen it since he brought those cullens around
You say you’re fine, I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a sucker so wack?

He’s so pale, I’m so tan
He’s kinda femmy and I’m all man
Dreaming bout the day when you’ll wake up and find
that you hate vampires and love canines

If you could see that I’m the wolf who understands you
I’m down on all fours, so why can’t you see?
You belong with me

{tooley tuesday: reaction to new moon}

Tooley has been raving over New Moon lately, so I had to take some pictures of her gossiping with her friendz about it all. {she's too cute–we're both team jacob of course.}

(2 hours later...)

{team jacob and jimmy}

In celebrating the opening of New Moon-I present you with this clip of Taylor. I cannot stop laughing, so I thought I must share this with everyone else-enjoy!! "it's just gonna be awkward..." bahaha.

{why should I worry?}

I just need to take a moment and remember this wonderful little blog song that has inspired me to give a shout out to "Oliver & Company." Did anyone love this movie as much as I did?! Or cried as hard when Oliver was the last little kitty left in the soggy box? Sigh. Good times.

{let's be honest...}

I've been tagged to blog 10 honest things about myself–you think you know–but you have no idea! Okay, maybe you do.

1. I'm a vegan by force and a vegetarian by choice. I stopped eating meat over a year ago to see if my health would improve–and it did! A lot of people ask if it's a personal choice, like–save the animals–type of choice, and it wasn't at first. But after awhile, I started to get a sick feeling about how animals are actually slaughtered and processed once I researched and thought about it. So now it's a 70% health related choice, and a 30% "save the animals" choice. Oh, and the vegan by force; I found out I'm extremely lactose intolerant at the beginning of this year! And let me tell you–it is the worst.

2. One of my few regrets from college is that I didn't pursue my dance dreams because of one snide comment from a dance student: "Those hips were not meant for dance." Ugh I still remember how he said it down his nose at me from a perfect pirouette. He was good. And I had turned out hips. It's not really that big of deal, I just had to work harder on position, but it crushed me. Oh well. Thank goodness we have movies that encourage ghetto booties with a beat to get into Julliard.

3. I LOATHE cooking in any way, shape or form...UNLESS– I have a cute apron on, cute hair and all the ingredients in front of me. Then it's so fun!

4. I really wish I could turn my 5'6 1/2 {the half is important okay?!} into 5'8 so that I didn't look so tiny next to Richard who is 6'5.

5. I HATE high heels. I don't care how chic, italian, or how great your normal lamespice calfs look in them, they cripple you and destroy your form and by 45 you will have bony feeties. Go talk to any podiatrist doctor and he'll tell you how many bunion surgeries he performs for high heelers.

6. My food staple is Tortilla chips and heated up Tostidos medium salsa. Richard can attest to the fact that I can eat my body's weight in them for every meal.

7. I can no longer see the fantastical obsession over Rob Pattinson. {FOR SHAME!} I understood at first. But now his true colors have long been revealed, all I see is a cool, disheveled, homeless brit who only becomes "hawt" after professionals work on him and photoshop him to death. It's truth.

8. I hate that feeling of having a big breakfast and then for the rest of the day you have a food gut. I prefer a light breakfast and huge dinner when you can sleep off the food gut–oh yea.

9. I really, truly, 100% believe that high school friends, who you haven't talked to since...elementary, only add you on facebook to see how fat or funny looking you've gotten. Or worse–better looking.

10. And lastly, this ones big because I feel like I never talk about this enough, I am SO in love and amazed with Richard every day, and sometimes can't imagine why he chose such a crazy/mess of a girl like me to marry. I know a lot of girls feel that way about their husbands, but this time it's serious. I would swim across a sea of thumb tacks just to be eclipsed by his shadow. It's true.

Whew. Any of these ringing a bell for you too?

{I did it!}

This last Saturday we had a little burst of inspiration: Let's actually make edible stuff and invite friends over! So we did. And it was splendid good fun! But one of the items of the evening was making carmel apples for dessert. And I'd never done it. I knew it wasn't going be a piece of cake {ha} as soon as I started planning and my first thought was: "How the heck do you get the carmel on the apple?!" {ain't no shame} And from there my domestic dignity face palmed:

"Excuse me, do you have a carmel apple aisle?"

"Why don't they have a carmel apple aisle?"

"Richard there's sticks involved. Where do you get the sticks?!"

"Are they special sticks? WAIT! Can't we just use hot dog sticks?! No. Popsicle sticks? Maybe? Alright we'll move on for now. What's next on the list?"

"Nuts. What kind of nuts? WAIT! I think I remember...nevermind I don't...TINY nuts! That's it."

"I don't see the tiny nuts. All they have is every single other kind of nut known to man."

"Richard, call your mother. We suck."

Sigh. Anyone who know's me knows that I am domestically challenged. Exhibit A: Simple Carmel Apples. But somehow through the family phone tree we made our purchases and I promised to document the results. So here they are! They ended up being homely little devils but I loved them all as if they were my own ugly children. I even added some white chocolate and gummy bears for kicks!

Yea! P.S. Popsicle sticks work! Crazy.

{better late, then never}

So it is extremely late right now; 2:18 a.m. to be exact–and I can't/won't go to sleep. My blog is buggin on me with technicalities, but I just thought I'd post some thoughts as of late.

Um...apparently at 2:18 a.m. I have no thoughts. Nice. Wait, wait...here comes one.

Blogging.

Blogging to me lately has become extremely – un fulfilling?! For the longest time I couldn't figure out why because I love it so much. But I think I'm starting to catch on to what's goin on; I think I've let it become a way to measure my happiness by who reads me. And by reads I mean, comments.

{Groan.} It's ridiculous. I need to embrace being a tiny little hiccup on the world wide web and srsly get over myself. {consider myself gotten over.} Anyways, I love how easily I get lost in the technologies of today. Like facebook. I used to LOVE facebook.

Now I hate it.

It's supposed to be a social networking device...or something right? No. It's turned into another reason for me to click open my hotmail only to be pathetically let down by how many messages slash comments I haven't gotten.

I think the whole world is being taken over by virtual commenty things like twitter, facebook and blogging. I wonder how many words people are exchanging in the flesh anymore.

It's all so annoying to me.

night.

{tooley tuesday}

Oh hi fans! It's me, Tooley. {I'm a girl btw.} I know you have missed me. Stacy used my last few Tuesday's for moping on the blog, but no more.

I present you with my cuteness. A video dedicated to me and my mad skillz of bobbing, fetching, and staring.

Enjoy. I love you all. Love Tooley.

{tooley tuesday}

Happy Tooley Tuesday everyone!

{lotta loves and random!}

So I woke up one morning and noticed that there were new lovely people following this blog.

I just want to say "oh hi!" and welcome! I went and read all of your blogs too, {cuz I have that kind of time} and I love them all. Blogging is so great.

I also have a bit of short random news updates:

Saturday we had an off the hizzle date night, and because there is literally NOTHING to see in the theaters, we ended up seeing "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" in 3D.

So funny!

I was pleasantly surprised. And folks...you all need to run out and see this film for this line alone: "She touched a PEANUT or something!" I doubled over in pain/laughter at this part and everyone started laughing at me laughing.

It was awesome.

And in other random news, Tooley Tuesday's will be back starting tomorrow–it's gonna be a good one! As well as {drum roll}.......a dorky video interview with Richard {the husband} and me! {cuz I have that kind of time, lol} I thought it would be pretty funny to see what Richard has to say and ask me...he's so fond of these little blog projects.

But it will be fun! Stay tuned.

{spotlight on men}

Okay, so the fog of sadness has finally lifted and my true colors are shinning through again! Which means I have been pondering something extremely important {snort} and can't get it out of my mind. This is truly from the inner sanctums of my mind peeps-have you ever wondered how guys look so handsome...without make-up?!

I'm not talking movie guys-we all know they have lots of help. Case and point: Zefron here. Wow. Easy on the bronzer. And the shimmery corner eye shadow. And the concealer and highlights. {we still love you though. even if you are prettier then any female fan.}

Anyways, I'm talking about that moment when you first laid eyes on your hotty-potatty husband, boyfriend, or some random guy you're in love with but have never spoken too. They are just...themselves! Without cover-girl, bronzer, mascara, etc. I mean really?! Let's think about this. For the most part, women don't feel their best unless we've got our faces on and our hair colored, styled, teased, curled, etc.

But guys?! Throw on hair gel, jeans and their good to go?! {okay, some men have facial scrubs they can't live without, but still...they got nothing on our primp time!}

I'm just in awe sometimes at how great it must feel to have nothing to do to yourself but walk out the door with some hot-stud muffin hair and BAM! You're the sheriff of good-lookinville.

Sigh.

Here is a picture to illustrate the issue at hand: Behold, our engagement picture! I love this because this is me; primped and sparkly for the camera, and Richard-just stud muffin it like normal. {he's going to be so embarrassed I'm calling him stud muffin to the public! hehe.}

So am I the only one who's ever pondered this randomness? Has anyone else ever looked at their love's made-up less face and thought, "dang you are good lookin, and you don't even try?!"

{it's okay if I am the only one. it happens alot-lol.}