Pity Blog

I am determined to blog more!!!

So this is my pity blog.

I feel like I write 3 to 4 super duper long blogs a month that take up my entire evening and probably lose your interest in the first two paragraphs. This way, if I blog/write more frequently, it won't take as much time to write and I'll keep all ya'll interested. Right? Meh. We'll see.

So today marked the SECOND time a SECOND credit card has been hacked of ours in TWO WEEKS. WTF!!!!

First -- a $200 purchase at the Circus on my debit.
Second -- a $5000 purchase from United Airway on Matt's discover.

Thank God - we don't have any money and they were declined. Just kidding. Really though -- thank God for Chase and Discover fraud protection. We were emailed right away. Which makes me wonder..... how do they know its fraud? With my impulse spending - you would think I'd get an email everytime.

Another thing -- Is someone trying to STEAL our identities?!? One card is in my name. One card is in Matt's -- so it makes that hard to believe. But is it possible?

I keep watching our accounts. And thankfully we've curbed our "MUST CHARGE EVERYTHING" stage from our early 20s and locked up our credit cards in the safe. Now shit............................... don't take my safe.

Creepy thing ---

Fergie - our friendly garden gnome that used to sit so happily in front of our front yard tree -- WAS MOVED -- and placed facing our front door in our neighbor's yard.

Is that creepy -- or is it just me????

Could be my anxiety -- but I did take my prozac today -- so, we should be good.

Matt is convinced its the "young punks who live down the street and listen to boom boom music." FOR REAL. You'd think I was married to an 80 year old. But I'm not.

ALTHOUGH

I did find a gray hair in Matt's beard. His FIRST. Let this post be forever and always remembered that Matt is getting old. And I'm still in my MID-20s. (I can say that for another week + one day before I turn 27 and I'm officially in my "upper 20s")

Sigh.

In a nutshell -- this week has been a DRAG. Work is crazy busy. Crazy stressful. And I'm exhausted. Patiently waiting for my sleep study at the end of August. It's predicted I have parasomnia -- learn about it from Wikipedia HERE! Pretty much it means I never go into REM sleep, I hallucinate, I talk, walk, move, and act out my dreams. Like one time -- I sat up and tried to grab a floating Pepsi out of thin air before I realized I was just dreaming. Then I laid back down and went back to "normal(??) sleep." Pretty weird stuff, huh?

(Can you tell I cut out soda?? I'M DREAMING ABOUT IT!)

Worst thing about it is that IM EXHAUSTED!!!! I could sleep for days. And no one better say "wait til you have kids......" Blah blah blah because YOU KNOW WHAT -- at least you go into REM at least SOME of the time.

In the craziness of work -- Matt and I rushed to Woodman's afterwards and bought this.

Pure Heaven in a "golden ticket." I was a scavenger and ripped it open the second I could. The longer we're vegan - the more we like dark chocolate. Probably because we forgot how yummy milk chocolate was. But nonetheless -- we're  CONVINCED its 100x times better than milk chocolate.

After crazy, hectic, stressful work -- I still find the will to cook. Only because I have an excuse to listen to Rat Pack on Pandora and sip  chug 1 (or two) glasses of wine as I do it.

Notice: Splattered pesto all over my work shirt.  (And glass of red wine FROM A BOX)

I continue to out do myself with Vegan meals. Not to "toot" my own horn. BUT --- toot. Again -- it could be the changing tastebuds (going to Vegan) -- but these meals are so SO SO SO good. YUM. And I don't feel like full, stuffed turkey afterwards.

I will admit - last night's meal had a little too much garlic. I mean typically - I double what the recipe calls for and it turns out delish - but when its RAW and in a PESTO, doubling it may not be the best idea. We still ate it. And I still loved it. Matt SWEARS he liked it, too (he would never tell me otherwise from the fear of me possibly NOT cooking) but I'm convinced he pity ate his dinner.

On our way to the boat.

Us posing in front of our empty lift because OUR BOAT ISN'T THERE!!!!!!!!
The water is still at 10 ft. Luckily, Papa Fennel still has his big boat in the water. 

Uncle Mark, Aunt Tina, and the girls were in from Utah and Grandma Fennel had her first experience on Tom's boat. We went on the new 3 person tube and had an awesome time.

Uncle Mark, Matt, and GRANDMA on the tube!!

Grandma Fennel! She's 81 ya'll!!!!

And we went fast.

I don't know about her -- but our bodies were SO SORE the next two days. It was almost as bad as the day after I attempted to snowboard.

We haven't seen Snowflake/Frosty in three days.

I hope she made it home -- wherever that is. :-(

ONE MONTH UNTIL OUR ROADTRIP TO THE BOURBON TRAIL!

Wooohoooo!!

No cooking tonight. Off for some Vegan Pizza and Sprechers Rootbeer at my favorite pizza place in Middleton. (Clearly - I didn't cut soda completely!)

Oh yeah -- Ernie has an upper respiratory infection. AGAIN. The vet says its a "stressed" induced infection that will keep coming back - but seriously?!?! what could this cat be stressed about?!

Oh well - shoving pills down my cat's throat must be my lot in life. Until next time.