Uh Oh

We've got one of these at our house right now...


And Cody, if you read this, just know that I really do know you're sick. I just like this little clip.

Loving Us

Sometimes I like look at all of those cutesy, "Life is perfect" blogs (you know what I'm talking about, right?) Sometimes I think to myself, "Hey, maybe I could do that with this little blog." Then I remember that we go to Costco for (romanticthankyou)$4 dinners. And that doesn't make for a great photo-op.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because lists seem to be my thing

*Heard this conversation last night. (Girl on phone with boyfriend)
Girl: Okay, see you later, love you.
Boy: mumble mumble...*apparently didn't say I love you*
Girl: I SAID I love you.
Boy: *Silence*
Girl: Say it! Say you love me!
Boy: *apparently said I love you*
Girl: Okay, baby, I love you too! *very happy at this point*

After hearing the conversation, I thought, "Wow, that girl is pathetic."
After thinking about what I just thought for a minute I thought, "I would totally do that too."

*Being alone for two weeks brings a lot of self discovery. Mainly I discovered I was not meant to live alone.
*Tonight Cody finally comes home!
*When you have car seats in the back of your car, men never do double takes.
*After originally planning on taking a two week break from shaving my legs, I discovered I just can't do that.
*Growing my bangs out. This is huge for me. I cut them in high school...and there they have hung ever since.
*The Hunter Boots are truly superior when it comes to puddle jumping.
*Downton Abbey. One episode...addicted. Need Netflix to finish season 1.
*Stake girls camp director...WHAT?! Camp could get interesting this year.
*When you nanny a blonde kid, you get called "Mom" a lot by other adults.
*Just learned to do this....changed my life...

*Sometimes when you're lonely it's okay to talk to the checker at the grocery store, right?
*Kind of into lipstick lately. Love this color.
*I went shopping in San Francisco alone last Saturday (very fun). While in the dressing room trying on a...um...ahem..bra...the saleswoman walked in on me and said, "Wow!" What does that mean?
*Did I mention Cody comes home today?! He's just my bff.

The Nanny Diaries

Last week I started a nanny job. And I have had a few thoughts and things happen to me in the last week that I would like to share:

*Be careful of slippery slides. When you weigh more than the 3 year old going down with you, you might go down too fast and scrape your knee at the bottom.
*Try to avoid the garbage man at all costs. He is "scary," "yucky," and "mean." Lock your doors when you drive past one. {3 year old wisdom}
*Ham and cheese sandwiches dipped in ketchup...a delicacy.
*Apparently homemade playdough is more fun for adults than kids.
*Be careful when introducing the song, "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" to a child. You may have to sing it on repeat for an hour straight.
*Sometimes you force a kid to go down the tallest slide at the park with you, because it looks really fun.
*Playing "Doctor" can reveal that you have cats and dogs in your ears. Serious condition.
*#newrespectforfulltimemoms

It's my ESPN

I just realized about 30 seconds ago the Bachelor has just started, and I didn't even know. I screamed, "Yay! The Bachelor started!" Cody's reaction: "Noooooooooooooo."

Sometimes I Get Hacked

Men and women are different. And that's okay. Cody likes to spend hours on his fantasy basketball, I like to spend hours online shopping and

looking at Pinterest. Maybe I took it a little too far today when Cody turned over and saw in my search box, "Celebrities wearing Hunter Rain Boots." All I wanted to do was decide what color to get {and I have my ways of figuring out what I really want}. After spending a little too long looking and re-looking at all shades of Hunter amazing-ness, I decided on black.

"I'll keep the black," I said.

Cody promptly stole my computer, updated my status to

Just decided to keep my black Hunter rain boots. Done deal!

and said, "Now you can't change you mind."

At least our differences help our cuteness levels and at the same time, get the job done.

Mr. Domestic

Cody got up early and made me breakfast this morning. Croissanwiches. Very yummy and full of calories. He brought it to me while I was still sleeping. Very cute. He then asked me if I would blog about this event because, "the world should know."

So what?

So what if I cry every time I see one of these videos.....even if it is at the gym.

THE FORMULAS!!!!

Cody works hard. So hard, in fact that that at bed time, as I am about to begin my favorite part of the day {pillow talk} I hear a little "Puhhh" from the left side of the bed. Don't worry, it's not an 80 year old man sleeping next to me...it's my dear sweet, hard working husband. Sounds a bit like this...

ANYWAY... last night he set a record at falling asleep in a mere 25 seconds after saying goodnight. I, on the other hand could not sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about

The Daybook Blog.

Why?

I don't know.

So I grabbed the laptop and looked at it for two hours.

Why?

I DON'T KNOW! (probably because I envy her so much- and that's a sin, so I shouldn't admit it)

At the end of those two hours I put the laptop down, turned over to look at Mr. Andersen when suddenly, he jerked awake. He looked at me, he looked around the room, and still looked like he had no idea who he was, who I was, or where he was. In an effort to calm the man down, I said, "It's okay, go back to sleep." And I pushed on his forehead to get his head back on the pillow. He has some pretty strong neck muscles and resisted for a second or two, but eventually gave up, and decided to cuddle with me. I liked that.

This morning when we woke up, he informed me that when he jerked awake, he felt like he was at work, working on some very complex and important formulas. They were all going to be lost if he went back to sleep. Good thing I was there to make him lose all his formulas.

First sign you work too hard: you are thinking about "the formulas" in your sleep.

First sign you don't work hard enough: you stay up until 2 am looking at fashion blogs and know you can sleep in anyway.

Dear Vicky

I remember reading this post awhile ago, and thinking it was kind of funny, but mostly disturbing. Tonight I saw a Christmas commercial for Victoria's Secret (shameful!). While I love their fragrances, and think it's great that their bras last longer, and hold better than Target's... I agree with Nie Nie...what is the world coming to?

So Vicky...if you think it's okay to put pornographic pictures in between my TV program...I think it's okay to not shop at your store. You have lost one customer.

On a related note... there are many ways to make a difference. If you'd like to join me, you can go here, or here, or here. Or really, just any of these.