Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Mountains out of Mole Hills

Oh man, it's been one of those weeks. Let's start with Monday. I came home to pee ALL over the puppies' pen. It was like a flood. So of course I get mad at the pups, only to find out that something is wrong with Oliver. Like peeing every five minutes wrong (literally peed TEN times in one hour--I counted). So of course I google it and find out that he most likely has a UTI or bladder infection or his kidneys could be failing. No big deal. I was HYSTERICAL. I don't think I've cried so hard in my entire life. I seriously thought he was going to die.

is he not the cutest thing you have ever seen??
Thankfully, Landon came home and told me that Oliver was acting fine (and he really was...but I swear 30 minutes earlier he was acting sad). And the pee slowed down and it turns out he was just over-hydrated. It's kind of funny looking back on it now, but trust me... it was NOT funny on Monday.

This is just one example out of like 10 I could give you..just from the past three days. I emailed Landon today complaining to him about this horrible, awful thing that was happening in my day and his blunt and honest reply? "I think you are actually making a mountain out of a mole hill J"

As soon as he said that, I realized that I was in fact being completely ridiculous. So right then and there I decided to turn off my crazy.

Moral of the story? Relax. Be happy. Don't stress over the little things. Actually, don't even stress over the big things. Worrying, pouting, freaking out... none of these things get anything accomplished, they just make ya have a crappy day. It's just so much better to be happy.

Here's to a better tomorrow... no matter what "mole hills" it brings for me.

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Also, I'd like to point out that February is on FRIDAY. Woot woot! I cannot wait for January to be over. Worst month of the year.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Can I Get a Hallelujah?

Oh my word, today is a beautiful day. We've had the puppies for a whole month and today is the FIRST day they have been accident free! WOHOO!!!!!! When we first brought them home they were constantly going potty all over my kitchen and living room which was really gross and really not fun to clean up. This is the best day of my life.

Good job boys! You make mama so proud!

P.S. I like to put Ollie in my hoodie when I'm doing things like dishes or laundry and Landon told me I look pregnant. It's a great look for me, if I do say so myself :)

Monday, January 21, 2013


Him: you're kind of acting like a hussy tonight
Her: umm, in my opinion you are being the hussy.
Him: boys can't be hussies....
Her: fine, you're a pimp then. A pimp daddy. Hmph! 
Him: yeeeeaaahhh!!!! I'm a pimp!!!!!
Him & Her: hysterical laughing.  (why is it that there's not a derogatory term for the male version of hussy?!)

Maybe you had to be there, but I'm sure glad I married my best friend. I don't think a day goes by without laughing so hard that my tummy hurts. 

Life is good.

P.S. It is completely normal for us to call each other obscene names like skank and hussy. Don't worry about it.

Sunday, January 20, 2013


Thumbelina is officially DONE. It took almost a year, but she looks amazing. I couldn't be more proud of Landon. Seriously, who just decides one day to build a boat from scratch with absolutely ZERO experience with anything like that? I don't think I've ever heard the words "I can't do that" come from his mouth. I wish I could be more like him! (remember how it took me six months to finally get the courage to paint my living room and kitchen?!)

Anyway, I thought it would be fun to show a few pictures of the whole process before the big reveal of the finished product.Get ready for picture overload...

tracing the patterns from the plans

his shop is a little more "official" than a coffee table now haha

I couldn't visualize a "boat" from the pieces so Landon laid them out and showed me :)

covering up the pretty wood with fiberglass

our love boat  :)
laying out the sails. We have yet to "hoist" them so that'll be exciting!!

stepping the mast

he painted the boat with a sprayer thing :)

love his face in this one :)
peeling off the tape

the pups love the boat too !

Congratulations Landon Dean! You are amazing!

Next up, Landon is making a trailer... like welding steel together. He has never welded before, but of course this doesn't stop him! Once the trailer is done we will be taking her out. Landon is going to go by himself the first time, just to make sure she doesn't tip over or something :) I can't wait!!

Thursday, January 17, 2013


It started at the age of 14. I would NOT leave the house without my makeup on and my hair done. Like I wouldn't be caught dead, even just running to the store for a second. I had a major problem of sleeping through my alarm and for most people that would mean throwing your hair up in a bun and maybe putting on some mascara right? Nope, I had to do my entire "beauty routine" at warp speed to make it to school on time.

me during the lovely, awkward middle school age
The obsession with my beauty routine completely, 100% stemmed from my lack of self-worth. I wasn't pretty so I had to try and make myself at least look a little better.

This insecurity carried with me through high school and college. If I receieved compliments from boys I didn't believe them. They were only calling me pretty because they knew that's what I wanted to hear. In college when most people were rolling out of bed in their sweats for a 7 a.m. class, I was all dolled up and exhausted from being up since 6 a.m. to get ready. It was ridiculous.

freshman year, first time dying my hair brown.
Enter Landon. I have never met a more honest person in my life. If he has a problem with you, you'll know about it :) he just speaks his mind and says things exactly as they are. No sugar coating for this guy. So when he told me I was beautiful, I knew he really meant it. He didn't say silly things like, "you are the most beautiful girl in the world." Like really, that's "sweet" and all but obviously it's not true. When boys would say that to me in the past, it just showed me they weren't being honest and obviously didn't think I was pretty at all. Maybe some girls like to hear that, but I would rather receive sincere compliments.

It has been almost four years that I have been with Landon and little by little I have started to shed my insecurities and really believe him when he says I'm pretty.

It first started out when I stopped dying my hair. Since I was TEN I have been highlighting my hair blonde because I thought my hair was "mousy." Well, it turns out my hair is just brown. And I can honestly say I like my hair. I've never been able to say that before! It's all because of Landon. Every time I suggested to him that I wanted to dye my gross hair, he would look at me and say your hair is beautiful. I love the color of your hair. I like you just the way you are, you don't need to change. I haven't dyed my hair in over three years!

see my hair is just brown!
Well, after 9 years of putting makeup on my face EVERY day and straightening my hair EVERY day, do you guys want to hear what my beauty routine is now?

Monday-Friday:  At first, I stopped doing my hair and throwing it up in a pony but still wore all my makeup, then I stopped wearing all of my powder and blush, and then I stopped with everything. I just throw my hair in a pony tail-without straightening it (gasp!!!!) and I occasionally wear some mascara.**Side note, the first day I wore absolutely no makeup all day long, I said to Landon, " I can't believe I'm not wearing makeup today." His reply? Oh, I didn't even notice (and he's not just saying that you guys!)**

Saturday-Sunday: the only days I actually get ready. Straighten my hair, powder, blush, eye liner, and mascara. And that's it!

I am definitely nowhere NEAR confident in myself, but I'm making some real improvements. Landon always asks me if I feel pretty. I used to say, well I don't think I'm deformed or anything... Then it was, well I'm not ugly.... Then my answer was I'm pretty average... And now some days I even say I feel pretty.

Sometimes I see girls, even with kids, at the mall looking like they just stepped out of a magazine and I start to feel frumpy dumpy. But we can't compare ourselves to others. And the thing is, Landon will look me in the eyes, with crazy bed hair and my Mickey tshirt and pjs, and tell me I'm beautiful. And that's really all that matters.

This is how I look today. Sloppy ponytail, not a stitch of makeup, and going off five hours of sleep... this is me. This is really me.

When I met Landon I had NO idea how much I needed him. How much he would complete me and make me SO much better. This is just one example of many about how Landon helps me to be better. He's my rock. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Pups.

Being puppy parents has been quite the transition for us. It is definitely not easy. We have our good days: they don't have accidents, they listen, they learn.  We have our bad days: they shred their pee pee pad, they pee and poo all over our house, they struggle with listening, they wake us up barking at three different times in the night. But, we sure do love them!

Meet Henry Dean Richins.

He's the mellow one, for the most part. He's daddy's boy. He loves to snuggle and be held. He is really good at sitting when we say sit and really bad at going in his bed when we say bed. Landon thinks he's cuter than Oliver, but I think he's dumber ;) He does this really funny thing where he sticks his tongue out just a tiny bit with his mouth closed around it. It's SO cute but we have yet to catch it on camera (just picture a tiny pink tongue sticking out a bit in the above picture). He weighs 4 lbs. Nicknames: Hen, Dumb Dog, Bud, Pup

Meet Oliver Dean Richins.

He's the hyper one, for the most part. He's a mommy's boy. He likes to explore and sniff all around the house. Once he gets all of his energy out, he likes to be cuddled and watch movies with us. He is really good at going to his bed when we say bed and really bad at sitting. He is also the barker and the whiner. He weighs 3 lbs. Nicknames: Ollie, Bad Dog, Buddy, Baby

They love to play with each other and rough house. They are definitely all BOY.

vicious little things!
We had to buy a bark collar for Ollie. It sprays him in the snout with this stuff that smells gross to dogs. It seems to be working but we'll see. He really hates it, poor guy. I feel a little bad... until I remember about that one night when I got 5 hours of sleep from his barking and then I don't feel bad anymore.

I do all the grooming since yorkies have hair and not fur, you have to cut their hair every couple of months and that can add up to a small fortune over the life of the dog. I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.

Oliver before and after. He was such a rag-a-muffin. 
I also bath them every week, brush them every night (including teeth), and wipe them down with puppy wipes in-between baths (see, I'm going to be a good mom!) Sometimes people call tiny dogs rats, I can see why now...

poor little rat, I mean baby.
We sure love these little guys.

just woke up from our nap :)
they like to lick Landon's face.

Here are a few funny videos. They're a little spastic and we're a little mean.

It's fun to say "go to daddy!" or "daddy's home!" or hearing Landon say "where's mommy?" It gets me really excited for when I'm a mommy to a human someday, but for now we're sticking to the pups.
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