Tagged. 6 Quirks

sara, thanks for the taggy tag and the reasoning behind it. the truth is, most people are extremely quirky. i will admit though, that thinking of my quirks was rather difficult as they are truly rare and hard to come by. 6 quirky things about the both of us are as follows:
STEVE'S QUIRKS
1. socks and garments. steve has this thing about his laundry. particularly his socks and garment tops. his socks must be laid together in pairs then folded in half so as to prevent break down of the the elastic at the top. Then the pair must be placed heel up in the sock drawer parellel to the rest. (interesting side note, in conversation at the fire station, he reported that 4 out of the other 5 fire men did the same thing with their socks).
2. sandwiches. in order to fully enjoy a sandwich, he believes it must be eaten "right side up". this isn't a burger from wendy's with a distinct right and wrong side of the hamburger bun. we're talking a cheese and turkey sandwich. who decided whether cheese was supposed to be on top or on bottom? i never recieved the memo.
3. straws. steve doesn't use straws because it limits the flow of the drink into only one area of his mouth. he believes the taste and refreshment should be distributed to the entirety of his mouth by drinking from the glass, not the straw.
4. toilet paper. waterfall style only.
5. his right side. whenever we cuddle or are sitting somewhere, for some reason i still don't understand (and don't think he does either), i have to be on his right side. i just do it.
6. he knows all the words to every oldie's song we ever hear on the radio. this actually reminds me of sara. it's just funny to hear young people sing oldies songs. i can appreciate that one.
-CRYSTAL'S QUIRKS-
1. i love popping zits and black heads, anything i can get, on Steve's face or on anyone's face for that matter. it makes me feel more clean and fresh when impurities are done away with. thanks to my mom for that one.
2. i don't like tweezing my eyebrows. but on some occassions can be found tweezing my leg hair.
3. i only have 1/2 eyelashes on one eye. the eyelash curler accidentally ate off the inner eyelashes on my right eye on halloween morning. i scared the kids in my classes when i looked at them. rah!
4. i pull out coarse hair because i think it shouldn't exist as coarse and kinked as it is. i also enjoy twisting chunks of my hair quite obsessively if i'm bored, or listening to a story and don't have anything to do with my hands. i'm sure people that have witnessed this may have worried about me.
- (k, so at this point in my quirkiness list, i'm feeling like some professional help might be benificial).
5. i'm a scaredy cat. i am still scared of the dark, never did get over that. my dad says it's because of my big imagination. i don't throw the garbage out at night, even though our trash barrells are literally right outside our side door. After i turn out my bedroom lights (when steve's gone) i race back to the bed and cover myself with blankets.
6. i don't like to refill the toilet paper roll. one of my room mates in college totally called me out on this and made fun of me after that. pure laziness. can't someone invent something that would allow people to never have to re fill the toilet paper roll? steve loves me for that one.

I hereby do tag Marci, Amy Kramy, and Michelle our Belle.
Posted by crystal

The Best Husband in the World (Brag Session, Beware)

This is my husband, as you all know. Every day of the last 9 months- (since our wedding day), he's shown me through small, every day little actions, how perfect he actually is. "Perfect", as in perfect for me...and even as in "perfection", he's pretty darn close, in my book. So I'm just gonna tell the world how wonderful he is right here.
This last week was a pretty eventful one. One day graced me with the "oh so wonderful" complications only the fortunate females can understand, scaring me into the hospital. The other was the dreaded 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning Praxis Test for teaching licensures. And lastly, my dear friend Marci's Baby Shower (which I'm not regretting at all, no offense marci, just imagining 20 women in my house while hosting a baby shower for the first time...it's understandably a little scary, right?). Here's the deal, I'm not sorry or complaining about any of these things, just simply setting the stage for the story of Steve's heroism.
Let me begin by saying, Steve has never been around me while consumed by cramps until this last Wednesday. Funny, huh? As mentioned, I had pain so excruciating I left the school secretary with my 2nd period class as I had just experienced a sudden attack of pain with nausia and feeling faint. Knowing my body, I knew what was coming, or at least I thought I did. Steve had just come home from a 48 hour shift when I called him and with my monster voice told him to come to the school to pick me up as fast as he could. (I couldn't drive in the state I was in). By the time he got there I was so convinced I needed to go to the hospital that I had him take me right to it. They checked me in, hooked me up, took some tests and ultrasounds and 4 hours later, said everything was "normal" and looked good. Of course! But the point of the story is that during those four hours, Steve never left my side. Even when I told him to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat because his tummy was grumbling. Hold my hand, he did. Dry my frustrated tears he did. See me in the ever-so un-glamorous state I was in, he did. Poor guy. My hero. And just for the record, I had to say, "It's a good thing you're a fire fighter," for the fun of remembering the Zachy moment, as he had got me checked in to the hospital so smoothly. You can stop reading now, if you want to save your heart from melting any more.
Friday morning, as I'm putting my make-up on in the bathroom, getting ready for school, I hear this scuffling noise in the bedroom. I look out to see Steve attempting to balance while getting dressed to go down stairs. I asked him what he was doing when he simply kissed me and said, "don't worry about it." I knew exactly what he was doing as a minute later I heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing and pots and pans clanking. He was making me my favorite breakfast, french toast, at an hour in the morning no one should ever have to be awake for, only to spend time with me and allow me to feel loved by him. As I stood in the mirror, applying my mascara that was running anyway, I thought to myself, "how did I get so lucky?"
Short and sweet and last but not least, (now you're so melted you're evaporating, right?) That same day he'd got all the furniture that cristina was so kind to lend us, arranged it in our Living Room, cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and vacuumed everywhere and made dinner, so that I could study for the test and not worry about cleaning for the shower the next day.
I'm really liking this marriage thing.
Sorry, girls. I guess I'm actually the wife with possession of the best husband in the world... I'm convinced of it.
You can consider this your "newlywed update" for any of you who were wondering how this first year has been treating us- because the afore mentioned stories were not all that uncommon as far as his consideration of me goes. He's my hero.

Happy Hallowscream, hehehehe, hahahaha!

That little speaking vampire on Grandma's back door has apparently made a lasting impression because when ever I say the word "Halloween" I want to say "Hallowscream" in a high pitched screachy voice and then laugh evily afterwards.
So if you were to guess... is Steve a cow or a dalmation? Pause, look at my costume first. I'm a fire fighter... now guess. If you guessed a dalmation, you were correct... my little dalmation :) face-paint and all :) hysterical- the process of putting it on him- I conned him into it practically. We had a good lil' party at Steve's friends house and that is him in the hillbilly get up with Tehra, his groupie from the 80's :)
This last picture is just classic. This is the result of me, acting as a mother would, insisting Steve and his dear sweet friend pose behind their master piece pumpkins together. aww. This was pure beauty captured as arms were draped around one another, friendship abode, and the pride of their pumpkins displayed by their smiles.
Funny Story Part:
So Steve and I ventured to the grocery store in our costumes to get some snacks and our pumpkins to bring to this party. First funny part- As we were waiting in line to check out ... a couple walked by behind us and this guy out of the blue, yells, "Holy COW!" as he smuggly passed us.
Funny part 2- Just after that incident a lady behind us in line said "I have to tell you something cute." She recounted that she had driven by us with her kids as we were picking our pumpkins out in front of the store and her young daughter asked, obviously referring to us, "why is the girl the fire fighter and not the boy?" The mom explained that (as she was also the wife of a fire fighter and had switched roles dressing as each other in past Halloweens), that maybe the boy wanted to be something different than a fire fighter, because he gets to be one every day. After a short pensive pause by the little girl, she then asked, "so what, is the girl a cow all day?"

Little girls, little girls :)

K, so way old update... but I had to post these from some weekends ago when we had a slumber party and watched High School Musical 3. Zach is so dreamy :) jk. Me and the girls (inc. Britt and Jannicke). Really, these girls are so much fun and such sweet guests, I'm so glad to get have our play dates every now and then. I've got the coolest family ever... love you guys :)