The Harris Fam

Had a nightmare.

2008-10-05T18:22:00.000-07:00

In the beginning, I was in California, consciously thinking that I'd never been to California before.

Flash forward to going to an old-time movie theater to see "The Hills have Eyes 3" and feeling guilty for seeing an R-rated movie. Then, I saw Mindy Kaling (plays Kelly Kapoor in The Office) in the theater and my guilt was replaced with excitement over seeing a celeb.

Suddenly, I was in the movie. I was running around in a field, feeling terrified. I knew there were scary cannibals out there that were going to get me. Then I realized that I was bleeding out of my ears, which increased my fear of a slow and painful death. I then woke up. It was 4 am.

What is the deal?

1. I've never seen "The Hills have Eyes."
2. Is there even a "The Hills have Eyes" 2? Or 3?
3. What kind of a weirdo dreams about bleeding out of their ears?

I blame my nightmare on my job. Dang DCFS.

Just kidding, I love my job. Most of the time.

My newest love.

2008-10-02T10:37:00.000-07:00

This show.

Ben and I have been watching season 1 nonstop since Tuesday night- it's our new tv obsession. One of my favorite characters on the show is the studio page, Kenneth:

You may remember him from "Ricky Bobby."

Happy birthday boyfriend.

2008-09-30T08:08:00.000-07:00

Today is Ben's 26th birthday- hooray! Unfortunately, we both have to work all day, but we started birthday celebrations this morning and will resume the festivities after work today.

The celebrating began at 6 am with cake (pictured below), presents, a fabulous breakfast, and the golf channel. Yes, that is a golf cake.

Here are a few (not 26) reasons why Ben is so cool:

- he has adorable orange hair. He hates it when I call him ginger though.

- he thinks up really fun games, such as "quadripalegic." FYI, there is nothing sexual about that game. Just so you know.

- he's a wonderful provider and works his butt off with little to no complaining.

-he allows me to be me, which includes my over-active need to shop and decorate. He just rolls his eyes and lets me be.

- he loves our cats just as much as I do, even though he likes people to think that he hates them.

Happy Birthday BenjaMan! I love you!

The struggle, among other things.

2008-09-29T10:47:00.000-07:00

First thing's first, let me address the struggle. This refers to Ben desperately wanting a dog (not just any dog- a boxer) and me refusing to add another pet to our home. I would rather gain 20 pounds than have a dog. Ben asks for a dog every dang day.

Must not give in.

Life has been great otherwise. Hung out with some girlfriends on Friday night- they're no longer vfriends, they're rfriends. I love having conversations with these girls- hermaphrodites, dental exams, family drama... no conversation is off-limits.

In pet news, Moo was stung by a bee yesterday. The bee flew in our front door, and Moo pounced on it. Seconds later, Moo yelped and ran away shaking his paw. Poor little dear.

And there you have it.

Something just clicked.

2008-09-24T16:17:00.000-07:00

"They're not even real cops! They're strippers! Look how hot they are!" -Gob Bluth

Ok. I really am not about publicly making fun of people I don't really know (good friends are always game though), but I finally had a realization about a certain bailiff/deputy something that I always see in court.

This certain bailiff is all muscled out, tan, and seems to think he's pretty hot. Except that he's not. I've always wondered where he got his inspiration for his look and then it hit me.

He must be a fan of Arrested Development. Where else would he have learned about how awesome it is to be a "hot cop?"

Scrapbook Expo take 2.

2008-09-23T08:17:00.000-07:00

This past weekend I had my second go at Scrapbook Expo with my friends Allison and Jaime.

We spent Thursday night in Sandy before arriving at the Expo center at 5:45 am Friday morning. I'm really not that hard core, but my friends are, and they drag me along.

A highlight was being picked to be on channel 13 news and getting some free scrapbook stuff. After the news clip aired I received a call from Ben saying that my mouth was hanging open during the tv clip. Nice.

Now I just have to look forward to the next Expo, which is in March.

The most embarassing moment of my life.

2008-09-20T08:42:00.000-07:00

This moment occurred in 2005 while working as a sales associate at Dillard's.

The store usually has a regular music mix that plays all day long for months on end. This day, a new mix was playing. Apparently a co-worker of mine had brought her own mix and it was playing in the store. I did not know this. I thought the cd came from corporate.

Halfway through my day, I saw said co-worker on the floor. There was a terrible song playing. I said to her, "I can't stand this song, I wish it wasn't on the store cd." She smiled at me and asked me why I didn't like the song. I said," I don't know... I think it's the singer's voice. It's really bad. Who sings this song?" And then she said it. "Me. I recorded it."

My jaw dropped. My face went red. I considered turning away and running in the other direction. Severe embarrassment. Could I please crawl in a hole? Now?

How do you come back from something like that? I just apologized and told her that if I had any idea that it was her singing I wouldn't have ever said a word.

This girl and I did not talk much after this event, although word of my faux pas traveled throughout the store in record time. Ouch.

Tagged

2008-09-16T20:37:00.000-07:00

Stacey tagged me for some random photos. The rule was no cleaning prior to pictures- boo.

My fridge

Inside the fridge. Moo's looking for a bite to eat.

My sink

Toilet. Sweet linoleum, right?

My closet

My favorite shoes- my Jessica Simpson's

Favorite room- our reading room/guest room.

Photos of my children- obviously I don't have any, so my cats will have to do. Here's Oscar.

And Moo.

Dream vacation

Self portrait. I worked 11 hours today- can you tell?

I tag Sarah C., Lindsay A., and Allison A.

Should I be flattered?

2008-09-14T15:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I got a knock at my door. I opened it and saw a 12 year old kid looking back at me.

"Are your parents home?" he asked.

"Nope, they don't live here," I answered. I just stared at him and waited for him to connect the dots. It only took about 5 seconds of staring at each other, saying nothing.

"So this is your house," he concluded.

He then tried to sell me something, which I promptly shot down (this is great progress for me, as I used to feel obligated to buy stuff from anyone selling door-to-door junk).

Seriously, do I look young enough to be living with my parents? I'm a little flattered to be thought of as young, but a little irritated all the same.

My dangerous new hobby is...

2008-09-12T12:14:00.000-07:00

Racquetball!

Ben took me to play racquetball yesterday night- he has played before, but I was a first-timer. I must say, this is the most dangerous sport I take part in. Much more high risk than yoga and running.

I seriously feared for my face during our hour in the racquetball room. Getting hit in the face with the ball seemed inevitable, thus breaking my nose, giving me a black eye, or busting my lip. Ben didn't seem to understand me when I said (and yelled), "Hit the ball soft! I'm not a boy! Treat me like a girl!"

I sustained one very minor injury though- Ben hit the ball as hard as he could (again, forgetting about hitting softly), the ball bounced off the wall, and hit me square in the stomach. Ouch. I now have a large welt on my tum.

All things considered, it was a really fun time and a great workout, but I think that I would like to invest in a face mask before playing again.

Purse Envy.

2008-09-09T14:30:00.000-07:00

I'm am coveting this purse from MZ Wallace big time. Anyone want to contribute to the purse fund?

My Favorite Things: A Love Story, part 3

2008-09-09T09:19:00.000-07:00

Not having any phone messages at work. I get so excited when I walk into my office at the beginning of the day, look at my phone, and do not see a blinking red light. The light indicates messages. Messages=stress. The fewer calls I have to return the better.

This TV show. I don't know why I love it- it's just about transforming filthy, cluttered houses into cute, organized ones. Nicey Nash, the show's host, is really spunky and always says funny things about the house being a hot mess and uses the word "mayhem" a lot.

My new dining room table! The dining set Ben and I had was seriously on it's last leg (no pun intended). We got it for free a few weeks after getting married and I have hated it for about 3 years. The chairs were very ghetto and it really wasn't my style. It was country cottage, which is not me. No, no. Fear not, because our new dining set is very me. I am in love with it and am even more in love with Ben for letting it come home with us.

Open mouth, insert foot.

2008-09-07T19:30:00.000-07:00

Here's a lovely husband/wife dialogue that took place today:

Ben: I'm going to take out the trash.

Me: Ok, it's really heavy. (It was.)

Ben: You're heavy! (said in a "booyah" tone)

The next 5 minutes were spent listening to Ben doing damage control. "You're not heavy, I just said that out of habit. Like me saying 'Your mom' or 'That's what she said' in response to what you said. I don't think you're heavy.... blah blah blah."

The kicker was Ben saying, "This is something to blog about, huh?"

Two things.

2008-09-06T17:27:00.001-07:00

First, this is what I came home to this afternoon after a quick trip to Roberts Craft. Very cute I think.

Second, I've had it up to here (hand is above my head) with my stupid cowlick. I thought that only short-haired people had to deal with them. I try to smooth it down with hair spray or other product, but then it just looks dirty. Grrr....
That's all.

Rockstar.

2008-09-02T17:24:00.001-07:00

Way to be awesome boyfriend. You're definitely cooler than me today.

Looking for a place to live?

2008-09-01T20:05:00.000-07:00

Only closeted bodybuilders need apply.

http://provo.craigslist.org/apa/817773101.html

Props to Sarah for telling me about this one.

What's going to happen if you don't fit their criteria? They're not going to let you rent?

August happenings.

2008-08-30T17:10:00.000-07:00

Last night Ben and I had some of our oldest and best friends over. Many people have commented that it's really unusual that I'm so close with the people from my hometown that live in Utah Valley. I try to explain the Columbus 1st ward family to people, but they don't really get it. I've been very privileged to grow up with some wonderful people and feel seriously so blessed that many now live in Utah.

I love these girls (Columbus-raised or not).

And I love this boy, even though he wears golf shirts to parties.

Typical.

2008-08-26T20:29:00.000-07:00

Last night Ben and I came home from work tired and hungry. Our conversation went as follows:

Ben: I'm so hungry, I need to get some food now.

Me: Do you want me to make you something? I can make you a chicken and cheese quesadilla really quick.

Ben: No, I don't want that. Quesadillas are fattening and don't fill me up. I'm going to go out and pick up some dinner.

*10 minutes later*

Ben walks into the house with a bag in his hands.

Me: What is that? Taco Bell?

Ben: (sheepishly) Yeah...

Me: (looking closer at the see-through bag) Ohmigosh, you just got a quesadilla, didn't you?!?

Ben: No.... maybe.... yes...

Way to be cool, husband.

Feeling the love.

2008-08-25T09:46:00.000-07:00

Ben and I have a lot of strange nicknames for eachother. I rarely call him Ben- usually it's Bean, Beanie, or Beanis if he's in trouble. Ben never calls me Christine, Chrissi, Chris or the like. Sometimes it's something sweet like baby or honey, but usually it's Stink, Stinky, or Stink-pot. Such love, right? Anyway, we've added two new names to the mix. I've begun calling Ben "Mongoloid" and he has begun calling me "Tyrant."

We really do love each other, I swear.

My kind of date night.

2008-08-24T16:13:00.000-07:00

Last night Ben and I finally went to see Mamma Mia. I absolutely loved the movie- we saw the play on Broadway during our honeymoon, so I have a soft spot in my heart for it. Ben didn't share my love- he said that it was the worst movie he had ever seen. Whatev, I was happy- singing, dancing, and Colin Firth? Sounds great to me.

What to do.

2008-08-22T10:51:00.000-07:00

At the beginning of August, the Governor decided that State employees would be switching to a 4-day workweek. I'm still deciding if I'm a fan of this, because getting through four 10-hour days is a beast, but having a 3-day weekend every week is kind of wonderful. The only problem is I can't figure out what to do with my time. I just feel so unproductive. Any ideas on how to make my solo-Fridays more fun?

My love/hate relationship.

2008-08-19T09:26:00.000-07:00

Along with most 17 year old girls in the US (as well as the rest of the 18-40 age group who doesn't like to admit that they watch), I watched the season 4 premire of The Hills last night. Seriously, I don't know why I like this show. Half each episode is the cast just looking at each other. After every episode I think to myself, "I stayed up until 11:30 for this?" Even so, I find myself watching every week, with Ben making fun of me all the while...

Here are my most recent conclusions about the show:

-it is only about 5% reality. The girls know each other and may or may not be friends.

-Heidi is a dingbat who is also only about 5% real.

-Spencer is a d-bag. Can't stand him and his freaky blonde facial hair.

-there is no way Lauren can work at People's Revolution, design her own clothing line, do all her endorsements, attend LA events like there's no tomorrow, and still have time to breathe. Same with Heidi. Girlfriend does not work at Bolthouse... if she does, it's only like 10 hours each week.

Favorite Snack.

2008-08-19T09:21:00.000-07:00

For the past 3 days, this has been my favorite snack. Love that strawberries have been on sale, love that it's a healthy treat. Cut up peaches with whipped cream are a close second.

PS- don't google images of strawberries and whipped cream- I learned the hard way that some non-strawberries and whipped cream pictures come up. Ewwww....

Geez...

2008-08-13T09:52:00.000-07:00

Oh my gosh- I'm about to lose it. This morning at work, I've been doing a lot of paperwork at my desk. I've also been drinking my trusty DDP (Diet Dr. Pepper). Anyway, whadayaknow, I end spilling my DDP all down my blue and white striped top, leaving a huge streak down my front. I have meetings today, so I figure that I shouldn't go through my day with a stained shirt. I teetered between A: going home and changing my top. It's only 7-10 minutes each way, or B: driving a few minutes to Kohls and picking up a new top. I decided on Kohls, as I've been wanting a new shirt for a while now (read: wanting another new shirt from the moment I bought my last new shirt).

So I go to Kohls, find a cute tank and light light cardigan to layer it with. Bought them. Feeling pretty happy. Went back to work, changed out of the stained shirt and into the new ones. Sit down at my desk, ready to resume my tasks. Take a drink out of my DDP. SPILL MY DRINK ALL OVER MYSELF AGAIN.

Today is not looking very promising.

Ready for a change...again.

2008-08-13T08:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I've had brown hair for about 4 months now. I like it, it's fine, whatever. I think I'm ready for a change again. What I really want to do is have hair like this girl from We are Marshall:

Ben says that I can't, because he thinks that we'd end up looking like this family:

Whatev, I guess my options are limited to blonde and brown. Fine. I mean, it's not like I've ever let Ben make my decisions before, so part of me says,"Just do it." Even so, a little part of me understands what he means about not wanting to look like the Weasley's. I've heard too many times already that me and Ben look like brother and sister... I don't think that us both having orange hair would help that compairison any.