2021 films. (Part II).

I do this thing at times, where I separate the movies I've watched and kind of update people on which movies/shows that I would recommend. I'm not sure why I fall out of the habit of it sometimes... probably has something to do with the fact that my attention span is that of a ferret on methamphetamine, but alas, here we are. We'll see where it goes from here.

I also figured that I would let people play a little catchup from back in the day:

Catch up from 2016.
Catch up from 2017: Part I, Part II, Part III.

Catch up from 2018: Part I, Part II.
Catch up from 2018/2019: Part I, Part II, Part III.

Catch up from 2020: Part I.  

Catch up from 2021: Part I.

October's films: Halloween Kills, Tropic Thunder, The Devil Below, Black Panther, Black Widow, Ant-Man.

My favorite: I can't believe all the movies we watched this go around were so damn good. Like, seriously. But, if I'm to pick a favorite I would go with.... Halloween Kills. Look, I know a whole bunch of people didn't like this movie, but I loved it and can't wait to see the end all one next year! Least favorite of the month: Honestly? I would go with.... Ant-Man. I know, I know. The entire Marvel fanclub is going to come after me with stones and pitchforks, but I just can't help it. I can usually get into the Marvel movies, but the Ant-Man movies just don't make the cut for me.

October's rewatched from years gone by: The Lazarus Effect.

November's films: Red Notice, The Ice Road, The Take, The Conjuring 3: The Devil Made Me Do It, Ride Along 2, Venom: Let There Be Carnage.

My favorite: D and I watched the majority of these movies in a day or two, I think. That's what we do, we won't watch anything like that for a bit and then one day we'll just spend all day together watching tv. Some would say it's lazy or boring, but we do what we like. And what did I like the most this time around? Well.... Venom: Let There Be Carnage. Don't get me wrong, the others were good, but Tom Hardy + Woody Harrelson? YES. The movie really cracked me up the whole time! Least favorite of the month: Oof.... The Take. It wasn't terrible or anything, and I'm sure some people would like it, but it just wasn't for me. I don't know what it was, but something just felt off with it. Whether it be the plot or the characters, I'm not sure. All I know is, I watched it once and that was enough for me.

November's rewatched from years gone by: American Ultra, Father of the Year. 

December's films: Bad Santa 2, The Long Kiss Goodnight, Hot Rod, Rogue Hostage.

My favorite: I know a couple of these were older movies, but I had never seen them before so they were all new to me! If I choose a favorite I'm going to go with.... Rogue Hostage. It wasn't the greatest action movie (or movie in general) ever made, but it was entertaining and had some real good parts. Least favorite of the month: For my least favorite I'm going with.... Bad Santa 2. I know, I know. I love me some Billy Bob Thornton too, but this just didn't do it for me. And that's saying something, because I want Kathy Bates to be my granny SO BAD.

December's rewatched from years gone by: The Wrong Missy, The Do Over, Final Destination 5, The Old Guard.

Tv series I've finished: YOU (season3), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (season1-9.... again.... and then season1&2 for a third time), Yellowstone (season1), American Horror Story: Hotel, American Horror Story: Cult, American Horror Story: Asylum, Workaholics (season1), School of Chocolate (season1), Blown Away: Christmas (season1), It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (season15... twice). 

Stand-up I've finished: TJ Miller: Meticulously Ridiculous, Dan Cummins: Get Outta Here; Devil!, Adam Devine: Best Time of Our Lives, Theo Von: Regular People, Mo Amer: Mohammed in Texas, Nicole Byer: BBW (Big Beautiful Weirdo).

Documentaries I've Finished: Britney vs. Spears, Abducted in Plain Sight.

Umm, you said and did and he and they what?!!?!

I recently read an article about things people learned about their significant others after marrying them. I'm always interested in random things like that, because even though we've known each other since we were fifteen and we're married now, D and I still manage to find out new things about one another.

Hopefully though, we won't be finding out anything near the levels that some of these people did. Geesh.

Like, the woman who had a phobia of pooping in the toilet, so she'd get up in the middle of the night to shit in a dustpan and hide it from her husband. HUH?? Or, that one woman's husband drinks the tuna juice out of the can instead of draining it. EW. And let's not forget about the man that gargles everything before he swallows no matter the beverage. UGH.

I know I have some weird quirks and some random habits that people would find strange. I know I say and do things every single day that would have some people trying to have me committed. I am fully aware of this and make no excuses or apologies for it. I'm strange and not for everyone and I'm good with that. Lord knows I ain't changing at this point.

Same with D. We both have habits and traits about ourselves that either we find endearing and adorable or we just learn to live with them. Thankfully though, we don't have a lot of conflict. I'm not saying we're perfect, but our marriage is pretty f*cking fun and we love spending time together. 

Most of the things that people would find annoying or strange about me D finds adorable, and most of the things that people would find unusual or irritating about D I find sweet and charming. It just works and why fix something that ain't broken?

I mean, D does think I'm strange for eating "hot" pudding. I tried to tell him that "cook and serve" pudding is meant to be eaten warm (I don't know that for a fact, but it clearly was helping my argument at the time and now this is a hill I have to remain standing on), but no matter how much he sees me do it, it still blows his mind and freaks him out. I'm sure there are things about him that freak me out, but I can't think of any right now. Go figure. 

We're weird. Strange even. Borderline abnormal. It works and we love it. We wouldn't trade each other or the relationship we have for anything on the planet. It's amazing and freeing and makes me feel warm just thinking about it. 

*insert gag for being so mushy here*

But rest assured, if either of us find the other shitting in a dustpan and hiding it in the bushes (or anywhere for that matter) or drinking tuna out of the can, we will be sure to piledrive the other. Because ain't nobody trying to live with either of those things.

Christmas is over and somehow still feels like the week leading up to it?

Can we all just agree that the week between Christmas and New Years is a giant clusterf*ck? Like, everything is confusing and no one truly knows what day it is. Sometimes it's almost as if we forget what year it is as well. I know I'm guilty of it.

But, since we're already in it and there's no going back, I reckon we might as well keep trucking forward. Besides, it could be a really good week? We never know. I mean, if we went by the track record of the last three-four years that seems to be holding true then we would definitely have something to worry about. Alas, we've decided to stay as positive as possible.

And when I say we, I mean me. Because my anxiety has been debilitating lately and it's becoming such an issue that I'm beginning to have panic and/or anxiety attacks out of the blue. Completely unprovoked and unwarranted, I just can't seem to ease my mind and get it to turn off. D is, as always, my little rock that insists on helping any way that he can (including but not limited to acting as my own personal weighted blanket when the situation calls for it). Did I mention my husband is amazing?

Christmas was lowkey, but still pleasant. D's dad decided on 12/23 that he was coming up to spend Christmas with him and next thing you know he's showing up at our house on Christmas Eve. He had great timing too, because I had quite literally just gotten through with cleaning our house. We had a fun time and he left yesterday about 1:00pm. I was extremely sad that I didn't have Momma to spend Christmas with me, but I was happy that D got to spend it with his dad and talk to the rest of his family. My brother came back on Christmas and brought our nephew, but there was no festivities or anything like that.

So, we just all relaxed and watched a couple movies. We also talked/caught up and spent a good deal of time just hanging out, but it was nice. And that pulled pork that D made in our smoker? **drooling** Our pups really seemed to enjoy the company over the holiday, but were still a little put off by it. They're not used to other people or animals (D's dad brought his two dogs) in our house, so it took a little getting used to.

Well, for everyone except my little Tayderbug. He's a trooper that just goes with the flow. We've also started to put him in the bathroom with his bed/blanket/water with the baby gate up so that he can relax and nap and the big pups can't pounce on him. They don't mean to hurt him, but I don't think they realize how fragile he is with his age and everything. So, he takes his little naps and the big pups can still see him and check on him so it seems to be working out nice. He really seems to enjoy it.

What else? Oh, nothing really. Let's just get these next four days over with so that we can have another three days off with our babies at the house. Ready? And go.

It's already December 22nd and I left my mind somewhere in 2017.

Y'all, if my head wasn't attached, I'm pretty sure I would have misplaced or lost it by now (I got all the way to work this morning and realized I forgot my phone so I had to drive all the way back home just to pick it up and turn right around and come back). Between moving our company, the holidays rapidly approaching and everything in between, it's been a tiny bit.... stressful. Yeah, that's the word we'll go with. Stressful. Demanding. Trying. Nerve-racking. The list is eternal.

We accomplished moving our entire company this past Saturday and while we have the majority of it set up and can function like a legitimate business, there are still a million things to do and unpack. However, I now have more space in my office than I'll ever know what to do with and I LOVE it. I have issues with people being in my personal space, so the fact that I'm completely alone and people have to stand on one side with a counter in between us is my absolute dream. I don't much care for feeling like my back is open, but once we switched my desk around and I'm facing the other way with my back to the wall, it's much better. And I can roll my chair effortlessly across the floor. Score.

I lost a dear friend of mine this past Friday. In fact, he's the friend that I share the inside joke about the title of my blog with. I won't say much more about the subject, but I want everyone to know that I love this guy and he will forever be my little buddy and partner in crime. He may have only been two years younger than me, but he was the greatest little brother that I never had. I'll miss him terribly and can't even begin to imagine a world where he's not out there somewhere making inappropriate comments and sharing his hilariously honest opinions. I love you, JB.

As most people know (because I keep repeating it like it'll remind me and make treats magically appear), D and I decided to make our family/friends jerky and sweet treats for Christmas this year. His family always requests jerky and Momma and I used to have the tradition of making cookies/candies (aka "treats") every year, so we thought it might be nice. I haven't done anything like that since I lost Momma, but it really is one of my very favorite memories with her, so I have decided to keep it alive even if it is only for me. I'm all done with my portion of the presents (even though my BS balls didn't turn out right at all.... I'm going to try again another day!) and D is making his final batch of jerky tonight. When I go home today I'll get the people I work with (ie: Dani) together and then tomorrow I have to overnight D's family's packages out. Wish us luck.

What else happened this week? Oh, my brother almost cut his thumb off and between his two hands had to get twelve stitches. I told him to quit playing with those knives.... he didn't listen. My pups are still the most adorable thing on the planet and my entire world still revolves around my boys (husband + pups).

Oh! D and I figured out how much weight we've lost in the last year. While we weren't trying to lose weight, the fact that I most definitely needed to was ever prevalent. But, like the amazing husband he is, D doesn't care what size I am as long as I'm happy. He loves me regardless. I hadn't really put much thought into my weight loss, but people have been mentioning it to me a lot more and I found myself curious. When we got married I was 198 pounds (and yeah, at five foot that's ridiculous and I looked like a little pregnant mini-fridge. I attribute our wedding pictures to me looking like a walrus.) and now I am 152 pounds. For those of you that don't want to do the math, that's a 46 pound weight loss in a year. I don't know if that's good or not, but I feel better and I'm impressed with myself, so I'm taking it as a win.

Other than that, life has been regular and good, but also stressful and hectic. It's a balance that gets off tilter at times, but we manage and at the end of the day I get to curl up in my giant bed surrounded by my boys. So, life might be stressful, and at times incredibly sad, but it's also amazing and I'm so glad I get to do it with my soulmate.

I have a bunch of half accomplishments, but not any fully fledged yet.

Let's see, what is there to do and how much time is there to actually do it? Oh, that's right.... there's everything to do and absolutely no time to get it done. Got it. Glad we're on the same page. 

#1: Get all utilities and internet switched over to our new building location for work.

     What's accomplished: The utilities are a go and all good. The internet, however? Oy vey. I have never in the history of the universe dealt with such frustrating people. And I worked in a f*cking nursing home, so that's saying something. The customer service and trying to get a straight answer out of them is the equivalent of pulling teeth out of a crocodile. In other words, somebody is about to lose a hand if I don't get some answers soon.

#2: Make beef jerky for people's Christmas.

     What's accomplished: We've started on beef jerky and hopefully with our smoker it will be a shorter process that will yield a lot of results. *fingers crossed* We still need to go and buy more meat, but we're only buying what we need at a time instead of stocking. I don't know if D will stick to this method, but that's what he's going with for now.

#3: Make treats for people's Christmas presents to go with the beef jerky.

     What's accomplished: Well, I finally made that list of things I want to make that I was talking about. And then I stared at it for fifteen minutes and dwindled it down to a more realistic expectation. Another fifteen minutes later and that list was shortened even more and now I have a list of what I'm actually going to try and accomplish. I still have to actually go buy all of the ingredients and make the stuff though. I feel impending doom.

#4: Print off and mail out Christmas cards.

     What's accomplished: So, I actually get to mark this one off the list, because it is the first task that is complete. I stopped at the CVS Tuesday after work and got everything printed off and stuffed all the envelopes and mailed them out yesterday. I'm not very happy with the way they turned out, but I had already paid for them and I'm down to the wire on so much. Hopefully, they're not as terrible as I think and I'm just being picky.

#5: Pack up and move our entire company.

     What's accomplished: There's so much done and yet still a heap of things to do. I've managed to pack up my entire desk/side of the office, but that was just my everyday stuff, that's not including the rest of the office stuff and all the files and equipment. Needless to say, we're going to continue to be busy for the next few weeks. You know, moving everything Saturday and setting up the new place moving forward.

#6: Package up Christmas presents to everyone and mail out to D's family.

     What's accomplished: You know where I'm at with treats and I haven't even bought the containers for the treats to go in, so that should tell you all you need to know about this situation. I swear, every year I always say I'm going to start early and get SO much accomplished and every single year I procrastinate or something major happens and it's an all out shit show of mammoth proportions. But yeah, I'm going to try to get all of this done within the next five days too.

#7: Finish watching Yellowstone.

     What's accomplished: I watched the entire first season of this show (per the request/demand of my SIL) and really enjoyed it. But, even though I enjoyed it I keep putting off watching the rest of it. Maybe because it's so intense? Or, there's so much happening? No, because I like all of those things. Perhaps, I just don't want to get tired of it. Who knows. All I know is I want to curl up into the fetal position, surrounded by my pups, and binge watch this shit with a buzz.

Because this week, the weeks leading up to now, and the coming weeks? Oof.

Stress makes me want to live a hermit life even more than usual.

I've mentioned in passing that the company I work for is moving buildings due to an upscale. It's been a long and tedious process, but now we're in the home stretch. As in, this is the week that it's all going down and we're moving every thing in and switching it all over. 

With that comes an enormous amount of stress and anxiety. Why? Because this is the week that it's all going down and we're moving every thing in and switching it all over.

And yeah, I know I just repeated myself, but it's those exact things that are causing unease all around and within me. The amount of things that have to be accomplished ranging from miniscule to enormous is an undertaking of the mammoth proportions. From office space to warehouse space and every thing in between.

**I swear, if this phone company doesn't call me back in the next hour and quit making my life harder than it has to be I'm going to chuck myself down a couple of flights of stairs.**

Plus, Christmas is on the horizon and not only do I not even have our Christmas cards printed off and mailed out (#failinglife), but D and I are making everyone presents this year (in the version of beef jerky and treats) and I haven't even bought the stuff I need to make my chunk of the gifts. No, scratch that. I haven't even made the list of treats I want to make so that I can therefore know what I need to get in order to make said treats. I also need to get D a(nother) present.

I should make a list: print/mail Christmas cards, make a list of treats/get ingredients for said treats, make jerky, you know what? I'm not going to make a list, because I'm already twitchy. Let's just say, I have a lot of things to do and a little bit of time to actually accomplish them. We'll see how this goes.

Oh, and did I mention that they're currently building a house across the street from ours, so our end of the road is nothing but a giant construction zone that is a nightmare to navigate?

Honestly? I feel like a box truck that was driven underneath a bridge that had a passageway too small to accommodate it. IE: I want to stay home with my hubby and pups and hide from the outside world for the next two days to lifetime. Wish me luck.

Sometimes you have to paint to your little hearts content.

D decided to start painting our bathroom as soon as he got off work yesterday. Needless to say, by the time I got home, there was literally one stripe on our bathroom wall and painting supplies everywhere else. So, what did I do? I took off my pants and got to work. Because frankly, who in the f*ck wants to wear pants? Not this gal over here.

We've been wanting to paint for a long time now, and we managed to get pretty far, but after the whole living room/kitchen situation, I definitely needed a break. Therefore, we took one and now here we are again. 

The plan wasn't necessarily to get the bath/hall done last night, but once we got started we just kept going until it was over with. Cut to 10:30 at night and my worn out ass dragging into the shower so that I can get clean and relax for a bit before I randomly passed out. I most definitely didn't want to get my ass out of bed at 5:30 this morning.

But, now it's done and I LOVE it. Especially the cabinets. They used to be this ugly brown/grey and wooden color with broken doors that hung by the hinges and were a mixture of nailed/screwed into the wall. D took all the doors off and I painted them inside and out and holy shit, they look SO much better.

I know there are many people that would hate our house or think it's weird, but we love and adore it and like I said, that's what matters to us. Our house is literally what we talked about having when we were teenagers.... you know, within a reasonable budget. Basically, it's just fun and comfortable and detailed to our specifications.

And honestly, I think that's what is the most important to me. Our house feels like our home. It's comfortable and lived in and when I'm there I'm surrounded by fun and love and truthfully, that's all I've ever wanted. 

Plus, can we all just admit that it looks like a crazy twist of mine and D's personalities? Clearly, we are very similar and different at the same time. That's probably why we get along so well. Now, I just need to find a giant picture to hang on the open bathroom wall and it should be all good.

I'm thinking either Charlie Day (which I really want!) or Ice Cube. I haven't decided yet, but all in good time (and fun!).

The inside of our house looks like Buddy the Elf had an orgasm in there.

Can y'all believe that it's already December? Like, whaaa?!! To say that the holidays have snuck up on me would be an understatement. Probably because I'm not a "holiday" type of person, BUT STILL. D is very much a holiday kind of person and was super excited and on edge to start decorating. Dude seriously couldn't wait. He's adorable.

We can't really decorate the outside of our house too much (lord knows there's a million thefts and shady tweakers that live in our neighborhood), so I told D that he was more than welcome to make it look like Christmas threw up in our house. 

I think he got the memo. And then he decided to also get that gold star for best decorating student.

We can't really have a humungous tree. I mean, we could, because lord knows we have in the past, but we have a bunch more stuff in our house than we used to, so having a giant tree would be terribly inconvenient. You know, more so than alot of other stuff. So, when AM gave us a little (three foot?) baby tree, I knew it was perfect.

And the lights? Don't even get me started on that. We have lights everywhere in our living room that leads into our hallway and I'm pretty sure that he's going to continue with the lights all throughout the kitchen/laundry room/bathroom. I don't know for sure, but knowing my husband, that's exactly what's about to happen.

Also, can we all just get it out there in the open right now and agree that these lights are probably just a permanent fixture of our house at this point? Let's be honest, they're up, we like them, so they're probably here to stay indefinitely.

Afterall, the rule of "decorating" our house is if it makes one of us happy, it comes in. Don't get me wrong, we're allowed to veto things we really hate. Like the time D tried to talk me into having adult size bunkbeds. Or, one of the many ridiculous things that I love that would make my husband want to jump off a bridge. Basically though, our house is insane and cluttered and messy, but we love it and it makes us happy. And honestly, that's all we really care about.

Merry Christmas (decorating!)!!

Our Christmas 2021 Cards are officially completed.... but not mailed out.

I've officially been back to work for two days and what the f*ck?!

Y'all, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy having four days off in a row last week. I know it was for a holiday and all, but I really enjoyed it. Hanging out at my house, not wearing pants, drowning in a sweatshirt, watching tv and baking random shit. Cuddled up with my pups catching a buzz. Fun times.

Alas, I am an adult and eventually the real world came calling again and I couldn't ignore their pleas. *dramatic*

Speaking of the real world, I leave a little early today to get my Booster shot. I'm not exactly sure what an Omicron Variant is, but my bitch ass thinks it sounds like an alien warlord of some kind and no thank you. It was a random impulse scheduled appointment, so hopefully I won't feel like absolute horseshit tomorrow. We'll see. Update: My appointment was cancelled and I have to reschedule, because I was exactly two weeks away from the six month mark. Ugh.

What else? Oh yeah, Dani told me this morning that I got a "title promotion" at work. I wasn't sure what that meant, but now I get to sound fancy and tell people I'm a "Project Administrator" so that's cool. Makes me sound official as a motherf*cker. 

The next few weeks are going to be utter chaos. With Christmas approaching (don't even get me started on the fact that D and I haven't decorated and I haven't gotten him one single present yet) and our company moving, it's going to be an all out shit show. 

And guess who has front row seats?

D is also working at a different shop all this week. It's a further drive and it's a little harder for him, but like the trooper he is, he's getting up earlier and dragging his ass in. You know, sometimes we all have to do things we're not really looking forward to. But then again, I guess that's just the adult in us.

Honestly, I just want to go back home and ignore the rest of the world indefinitely. Unfortunately, I like things like shelter, food, and electricity for my family and myself, so telling the rest of the universe to f*ck off really isn't in the cards. You know, with work at least. And it's not that work is bad or anything, I actually like my job, I just really want to hibernate for the time being.

Anybody else feel like that?

I feel personally attacked in the absolute most hilarious way.

NOTE: No, I'm not actually offended or anything. I just thought this was f*cking hilarious and oh so accurate. I couldn't resist.

"Our brains? A woman’s brain is a 24-hour thinking machine. Yep. Everybody in here knows what I’m talking about. Every woman in here knows what I’m talking about and every guy in here is using his man logic and saying 'that is physically impossible, you have to sleep at some point.' No, we don’t. We’re perfectly fine watching you guys’ sleep. Which every woman in here has done by the way. And it’s just as creepy as it sounds. The second you fall asleep we’re like **stares into the void with a blank look** And we don’t just watch you. Check your girls’ phone there’s like a million pictures of you sleeping. 'He’s such an angel.' *makes camera clicking sound* Eww, what are you a serial killer? Relax." -Gina Brillon

Not to be dramatic or anything, but I'm going to ramble until it's break time.

I only work Monday through Wednesday this week and then I'm off Thursday through Sunday for Thanksgiving (I'm also solo in the office this week). To say that I'm excited for that prospect would be an understatement. I'm beyond excited. The thought of hanging out at my house with my hubby (when he's not working) and my pups makes me feel happy.

I mostly want to hibernate. You know, snuggle in with your loved ones and doing whatever it is you want to do. In my case, watching movies, cooking, baking, catching a buzz, doing some house chores at my own leisurely pace, drinking coffee and not wearing pants.

That's right. When D and I are home alone we like to Pooh Bear it. Well ok, mostly me, but you catch my drift.

I also think I'm going to be getting off early on Wednesday, so hopefully my hibernating can start early! If that's the case, D is either going to come home to find me bingeing horror movies, bingeing Yellowstone, or so engrossed into TikTok that I don't know what's happening in the world around me. Definitely one of those. 

It's all good though, because I usually find him so engrossed with COD that he doesn't have a clue what's happening around him either. So, it works out well for the both of us. Did I mention how much I adore my hubby? And also how much I like saying husband or hubby instead of boyfriend? Never thought I'd say that.

I realized the other day that I have officially upgraded from "borrowing my boyfriends hoodie" to "swiping my husbands Carhartt" and honestly, I feel like that's a real good flex for me. Kind of like my sweet spot.

We've also decided to do a nontraditional Thanksgiving dinner this year. Since it's just the two of us (and our furbabies), we've decided to forego the turkey and big dinner and instead have a slightly smaller dinner (but still large for us) of pot roast, taters, rolls, and sweet taters. It's still a larger meal than what we usually have and it's kind of special. We have talked about this kind of thing alot and we've decided that since it's just us and our babies that we will make our own traditions. We'll probably still do some of the things that we've done with our families over the years, but now, we'll do them together and in our own way.

Hence, the nontraditional meals and spending our days however we want to. We don't let other people tell us how to spend our time together and we do whatever makes us happy. He's my best friend and honestly, that's what I'm thankful for this year and all the years to come. So, if we could hurry up and get break time here so I can go home and take off my pants, that'd be great.

Happy Holidays!!

Call it the holler in me, but I don't trust it.

**5:30am**

D: "Wait until you feel the weather outside. It warmed up and it's nice."

**6:45am**

Me: *walks outside, feels the breeze, peers around suspiciously and texts husband** "This feels like some tornado weather bullshit and I don't trust it." 

My husband is not fun to wake up.... but a gal's gotta do it.

My life is an eternal battle of my need for attention right this second vs. my apprehension of waking my bear of a husband up for no reason at all except to give me said attention. But, he still loves me and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

My thoughts after watching the first episode of Yellowstone.

NOTE: These are quite literally my unfiltered thoughts directly after watching the first episode of this show. Needless to say, my inner monologue tends to curse like she's a sailor.

Oops. (I say oops, but I'm not sorry).

(Also, I can use this picture now, because I've seen literally one episode).

#1: This is the most gorgeous scenery I've ever seen on a show. Seriously, it's so f*cking beautiful that I might cry. John Dutton was right. "Leverage is knowing that if someone had all the money in the world, this is what they'd buy." It's true, because I would love to live on the Dutton ranch surrounded by all that beautifulness. It's breathtaking to say the least.

#2: Beth Dutton has absolutely no f*cks to give and I am here for it. She is without a doubt my spirit animal. She's so blunt and sarcastic that I just can't help myself! I feel like I'm gonna be quoting this woman on the regular.

#3: All the men on this show are fine as f*ck. I don't know what they're putting in the water, but hot damn. Personally, I've always liked rugged country men, and this show is not in short supply of that.

#4: This show is f*cking devastating. I can already tell it's gonna break my heart and wreck my life. And yet, I still want to keep watching it. Makes no sense.

#5: Kevin Costner still f*cking got it.

I'll have a cup of stress with a side of stress and a refill on the stress.

To say that D and I have been on edge lately would be an understatement. 

The company I work for is moving buildings in the next few weeks and everything seems to be closing in all at once. And it's not just the move that's stressful. It's all of it. The moving, billing, new systems being put into place, end of the year. So on.

SOS. QB. Word. Pdf. I'm literally just naming random acronyms at this point. 

It seems like no matter what I do or how hard I work, I can never catch up and stay that way. There always seems to be something lurking around the corner waiting to pop up and say "hey bitch! you forgot me!" or "hey bitch, you didn't do this correctly!" At this point, nothing surprises me anymore. But, I still got this shit.

Says the woman who lives off coffee, nicotine, and spite.

D started his new Assistant Manager position and he's been training to open this week. Meaning, we've been getting up at five in the morning to ensure that we're both on time for work. I only get up that early to harass him and make his coffee. It's the little things. He's also been picking up a bazillion hours and training new hires.

So yeah, we've both been running on fumes and we're dragging ass and stressed like no other. But you know what? We're not the only ones. I guess chugging along and keep hanging on is the way to go. I mean, we won't be on edge like this forever. Probably.

You know what? We'll play it by ear. Therefore, if you need us, please leave a message after the beep. **BEEP**

People won't quit talking about this show. 🐮

Full disclosure. I haven't seen even one episode of the show "Yellowstone." However, it looks interesting as all holy hell and the previews and random clips that I have seen of it has definitely piqued my interest. With that being said, I've been debating about starting this show for about two weeks now. 

Probably because the season four premiere is tonight and people seem to not be able to get enough.

Don't get me wrong, like I said, it looks damn good. Nonetheless, almost every single time I start a show and love it, they either cancel said show or kill off/change characters that I become very attached to. And yeah, I know it's stupid to get attached to fictional characters and yet HERE I AM.

Let's be real though, I'll probably end up watching it and becoming addicted to the point that I'm waiting on edge for the next episodes and to see what's going to happen next without wanting it to end as well. Knowing my luck, it will be SOA all over again. That was "my show" for the entirety of its run and once it was over I was like, "uuummmmm....??!!!?!?!?!???!!!"

Furthermore, through all of the clips that I've seen, I feel like Beth Dutton would be my spirit animal. I mean, she gives literally zero f*cks, has a thing for rough men, she's sarcastic as hell, and the fact that she always looks like a boss even with her face swollen up? Yeah, sign me the hell on up for this clusterf*ck. 

Besides, Kevin Costner? Uh, hell yeah. I've been watching that legend my entire life. #DancesWithWolves

So.... should I pick this one up and watch it from the beginning or would it be another situation of watching a few episodes thinking you're sucked in and it's amazing and then become incredibly bored and over it just as quickly? Decisions, decisions.

Hubba.... Hubba.... Hubby. 😍 (He's so damn.... just.... just damn!) 😍

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, D and I have some of the most random conversations. At this point in our lives neither one of us is surprised by what comes out of the other ones mouth. 

For example, the other night we were messing around and getting ready for bed and out of nowhere, D looks at me and says, "so, I heard a TikTok song on the radio today." To which I replied, "holy shit, was it the Applebee's song?" We then proceeded to have a fifteen minute conversation about how we didn't know it was a legitimate song and how it blew our minds when we figured it out together on the same day.

Followed by looking up the song and listening to it together and discussing how catchy it was.

Like, what?! What is even happening?!! Who in their right mind has an entire conversation (the length of a bedtime routine!) about trendy songs they didn't know were real? Even that sentence doesn't make sense! 

And it didn't even stop there. We still randomly talk about it when we're laying in bed or look at each other with big eyes when it happens to come on the radio. LIKE WE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS LEGIT AND WE'RE JUST LEARNING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME EVERY SINGLE TIME.

But, you know what? I wouldn't want to share my randomness with anyone else. It's a very freeing feeling when you're so comfortable with yourself and your person that nothing is off limits. D told me one time that he couldn't believe all the things we talk about as a married couple. Things he thought were forever off limits apparently went out the window as soon as we signed that marriage license. Now, nothing is off limits. NOTHING. 

I know that doesn't sound very convincing seeing as I used the "Applebee's song" as my example, but I swear, it gets much more insane and disgusting. The good, the bad, the ugly.... the motherf*cking fugly. The list goes on from there. I'm pretty sure there are times the people around us think to themselves, "would y'all f*cking stop already?! you're too much! we don't want to know all that!" Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that part? We're so used to it being just the two of us (and our pups!) that we sometimes forget when we're around other people and discuss very graphic and/or disgusting things like we're in our own little world. (#mypoorinlaws)

The world of Devon and Katie, where whatever we want together reigns supreme. It's a good world to live in. You know, if you're us. We just hang out in it and adore each other. (And yeah, I know how cringey that sounds).

I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the fact that to my husband I am a wife, best friend, confidant, lover, homie, nurse, auctioneer, lawyer, accountant, surgeon, mama bear, baker, movie critic, hillbilly, hippie, coffee maker, singer, and his love. I love that he thinks I could take over the world and I'm the smartest person he's ever known. I adore the fact that he's convinced I could fight my way through anyone and actually thinks I have my shit together. Even though he literally sees the fact that I don't every single damn day of our lives. He calls me his "beautiful blue-eyed barefoot bandit" and that somehow always makes me melt into a puddle of goo and blush like there's no tomorrow.

Hello everyone, my husband is the ultimate hype man.

❤️ Our Wedding. (I got more pics from AS). #WeDontShineWeGlisson ❤️

I recently got more pictures from our wedding, this time from Aunt Susi. Now all we have to do is get our disposable cameras from the big day developed and we'll be good to go. Needless to say, it's been quite the process and we're already over a year in! But, at least we're getting there little by little. Right? RIGHT?!!?!

Also, nobody told me that I looked like I swallowed a beachball on my wedding day. Like, if I didn't know for a fact that it wasn't true, I would almost swear I was pregnant when we got married. But no, I was just at my absolute chubbiest. I've lost somewhere between 20+ pounds since then, and I can definitely tell when I look at me now versus these photos. But you know what? I was so f*cking happy that day, I don't even care. My hubby just had some massive boobs to stare at.