July 23, 2014


I'm twenty-five, guys. Of course, the next time I read this I'll be twenty-six. Only about 13 months from beginning to try to have children?! omg, I just got panicky. Nothing compared to what I'll feel in 2014, though! Congratulations, future me!!

The point of this post is to rant. I'm supposed to be writing positive things to remember how blessed my year was, but whatever - I'm ranting.

Mr. T and I have done a lot to help out our friends. It's mostly Mr. T - I'm really not that nice of a person. We've had several roommates move in with us over the course of our marriage. We were trying to help all of them branch out on their own and have a nice, reasonably priced place to live in M'boro until they got on their feet and found their own place, while helping us pay our rent/mortgage. All of them took advantage of us. I'm not saying they did it on purpose - I'm just saying it happened. We were too nice, and didn't type up contracts because they were our friends. If money was tight we just said "Oh, pay us when you can!" But you know what? When you have the option of not paying something, you will - intentionally or not - find other things that you "need" to spend your money on. If you have a landlord that is going to throw your butt to the curb, you will find the money to pay rent! Upon moving out and into an apartment with a contract, suddenly you have enough money every month for rent? But you definitely don't have enough money to pay us anything toward what you owe!

I get it, life is hard. Whatever. We're all adults, okay? I'm not sure if they learned anything, but Mr. T and I sure did.

July 8, 2014


It's been like three months since I did one of these. WHOOPS!

Life is great, guys. Loving 2013 so far. About to turn 25! We have two dogs now. Still have two cats. No roommates! It's such a good feeling, guys. SUCH. A. GOOD. FEELING.

Oh! I locked us out of the house last night. Funny story...

We get home from a trip and need to go to Walmart. I grab my keys from the key bowl and remember I had taken my house key off my key chain and put it in my purse. "No biggie - I'll just get my purse out of Mr. T's Jeep before we go." Get to the driveway, reach into the Jeep to grab my purse and it's full of junk from the trip. My wallet is right on top so I'm all "Ehh... I'll just grab my wallet. Don't need all this crap." (Totally forgot about needing a house key.) As I'm about to close the door, Mr. T throws the garage door opener in the Jeep. I grab it back out and hand it to him saying "We shouldn't leave a way to get into our house sitting in an unlocked vehicle right outside our house!" (Again, totally not thinking about my house key.) He hates me. >.< Takes the opener, throws it back in his Jeep and locks the doors. As I'm getting into my car I suddenly realize "Oh crap - now my house key AND the garage door opener are in Mr. T's Jeep!" The Jeep I do not have a key to. And Mr. T's keys are inside the house. We go to Walmart, anyway, because what else can we do? Get back, go around to the back of the house and try the back door. (We sometimes forget to lock it after we let the dogs back in.) Of course it's locked. Mr. T starts trying to pry a screen off when I suddenly say "What if the front door is unlocked?" He just stares at me. "Well why don't you go check it?!" So I scurry around to the front aaaaaand....the front door is unlocked. >.< As I walk to the back door I see him flipping me off through the window. MY BAD. Moral of the story is, we need to hide a key somewhere. And I need to think more good.

Future Mrs. Wilson, if you're reading this right now and you do not have a key hidden somewhere on the property to get into the house if you get locked out - go do it right now. RIGHT NOW.

April 10, 2014


Today's the big day! Mr. T's gallery, Two-Tone, is having its grand opening! I'm so excited for my husband. 8} I'll be curious to see the state of the gallery in one year, when this is published. Maybe we'll be making a profit? lol! I know it's not quite the tattoo shop he was originally hoping for, but I think this might be even better for him. There is a huge interest in it - everyone seems to have been waiting on something like this to happen. So hopefully people will buy some art! Side story: He had these leftover pieces of wood from constructing pallet walls to hang the art on - they're little triangles. I told him I was going to paint them and stick some googly eyes on them, sell them for a couple bucks. AND THEN BE THE MOST PROLIFIC ARTIST AT THE GALLERY. I won't make a lot of money...but I'll have the highest number of sales. 8} Mwahahahaha....

March 25, 2014


Last night the shop was broken into. Woo! Luckily the dude was a total idiot. He only took one thing - a safe. What was in the safe? Receipts. $0. Good work, dude. Plus, when he noticed they had video cameras the genius decided to pour water over the keyboard of the security camera computer, thinking that would somehow destroy the evidence? Mind boggling. He hasn't been caught yet, but the worst he accomplished was Icon needing to replace a window and safe. Could've been a lot worse.

February 12, 2014


Today is new deodorant day! I love new deodorant day. New scent, new me... So much fun!! Goodbye vanilla, hello....ummmm....it's some sort of flowery thing. Smells great, though! Whatever it is.

February 6, 2014


Starting FPU today. Looking forward to a lifestyle shift into spending and saving money wisely!

January 29, 2014


So that happened last night. Derpy Pony tramp stamp. I am so classy, guys. So. Classy.

Anywho, before I got it I was talking to one of my friends - telling him I don't have any "pretty" tattoos like what women usually get. Birds and flowers and music notes...whatever, I don't know. All mine are bizarre - I have Bernard the giraffe, GIR, the two-headed Bambi...a baby dragon...steampunk ribs, and - the most girly - a garter. Oh, and Russell Brand, a lantern, and our wedding ring/heart tattoo. I keep losing track of how many I have. Then I try to count them out by pointing at various body parts...and I  keep forgetting tattoos. I think I only have nine. I've been thinking I have ten, but I think that's wrong now that I've counted like three times. No! It is ten! I kept forgetting about GIR!! omg, why is this so hard??

I have four tattoos on my legs: two-headed Bambie, Smirnoff (baby dragon), garter, and Russell Brand. I have two rib tattoos: steampunk and Bernard (giraffe). GIR is...I guess my inner hip? Heart on my ring finger.  And two on my back: lantern and Derpy Pony.

Fun fact: I didn't realize Derpy Pony was an actual character in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic until he started on the tattoo. So...I guess I should start watching the show. >.<

ANYWAY. The point of this story is that after I lamented the fact that I had no "pretty" tattoos (and I don't really have any place to put them) he said "You have the exact tattoos I would expect someone married to Mr. T would have."  8}

I love my husband.

January 24, 2014


I don't know why it stops in March.
Business casual Fridays.
I get to wear JEANS.
Until the end of March.

January 21, 2014


I call people bastards a lot. I call Splinter a bastard multiple times a day. Rarely do I mean it. And when I do mean it, I still don't really mean it - it's probably being directed to another drive who really isn't a bastard, just being a bad driver. Or going the speed limit when I'm trying to get home from work. Bastards...

Anyway, I've come across two people who I really, truly, believe in my heart are straight up bastards. One I've spoken of in the past. He was my "friend" for many years in school...kind of destroyed my self-confidence and made me feel like an idiot 90% of the time. The other is doing the same, in a way, to Mr. T.

I'm setting this to post a year in the future because I hope that Mr. T and I have purged ourselves of this relationship by then. I don't want to make things worse in the off chance someone who knows this guy reads this and tells him. I'm not going to say his name or anything, but it will probably be pretty obvious who he is, if you know him and read this.

Dude's another artist at Mr. T's shop. He does amazing work. I have a tattoo by him, and I lurve it. But...he's a super dick. One of those people that you're amazed can walk through a door because his head is so big. He's trying out for Ink Masters and I hope that works out famously for him.

Outside of him being full of himself, he's just an all-around toolbag. No one can stand to have a conversation with him. He's an extreme right-wing Conservative. Which, I consider myself a Conservative...but you don't have to be a dick about it. He's one of those no-gun-control, hate Obama, etc. and so on kind of guys. No one can stand having a conversation with him because he's always super unreasonable. And a dick.

Anyway. He started talking sh*t about Mr. T's tattoos. And that's just....a dick move. He has more experience than Mr. T - he should be helping him if anything. Give him pointers, advice, be helpful. You're coworkers, not competitors! Geeze. And if you're THAT awesome, you shouldn't be worried about this underling who apparently sucks so bad you feel the need to insult his work to his face stealing any of your clients.

Luckily Mr. T has me. I've told him if he ever reaches the point in his career where he thinks he's the shizz I'll punch him in the balls every day until he gets some sense. I have no respect for people who think they're sooooo much better than everyone else. Sure you're good, but there will always be someone better. So be kind to the people who aren't as talented/smart as you are. They may not be better at you in your chosen field, but they can probably help you in other ways.

In other news - I logged on to my Google+ account recently. I never actually use Google+ (does anyone, really?) but occasionally check it out for funsies. There are about 5 people in my "circles" who post. And Wil Wheaton. Only one posts regularly. And that's MC. I guess because he got a job at Google he has to use it? He's always posting about Google, too. I don't know - do you get a bonus for every time you brag about a Google product if you're an employee? Anyway...what I noticed is that 99% of his posts have no response on them. No comment, no +, no nothing. To be fair, the page I use to spam people with blog posts and links doesn't have a ton of likes or comments. But I get more than he does. And anything I post on my personal page will almost always get at least a handful of likes.

January 17, 2014


Exciting news today!

This is the first of these "To the future Mrs. Wilson" posts that I'm actually dying to know how future me will respond. Did....did any of that make sense? I feel like it didn't. Anywhoskies...

Last week Mr. T and I (do I still call him "Mr. T", 2014 me?) were discussing what it would take for him to open his own shop. It's something he's wanted to do since he first started tattooing and he's been having the "want my own shop" itch for the past few months. He has a friend who wants to open a microbrew bar (wonder if that's happened by this day in 2014!) and they were going to help each other out with the whole "owning your own business" thang. Mr. T still has some loans to pay off (oh wouldn't it be swell if they were by the time I read this again????) so we didn't think it would happen any time soon.

But today I was talking to a friend of mine from school, and for some reason mentioned how Mr. T wants to open his own shop and he was all "Well I'm about to try to rent this building right in the middle of The Square in M'boro!" The rent is super reasonable, and it seems like a really good idea. So....not trying to get my hopes up too high, buuuuuut..... I think this might be a really good thing for us!

It seems real sudden, but everything in our lives has been real sudden. We barely knew the other existed for two years, then were suddenly dating as soon as we spent time together. Just over a year later we were engaged. On our two-year anniversary we got married. As soon as I graduated I applied for, interviewed at, and accepted a job. We bought a house as soon as we started looking at houses.... Every major decision has been terrifying, and decided on quickly. And so far, everything has been beautiful.

So, pray for us! Well....I guess it's too late for that. I hope the decisions we make now positively impact you, future Mrs. Wilson!!!

January 15, 2014


Today is the day I remembered I was going to post every day this year and read them all next year!!!!!!
Only twelve days lost!!!!!
The weather is cray cray and my hair appointment was rescheduled for tomorrow!!!
I'm going to the chiropractor today!!!!
I have a cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

January 2, 2014


First visit to a chiropractor!
Soooo much cracking...soooo glorious!!
First weekly Ladies' Night at the house - watched Bridesmaids and played Dirty Minds.
Put Splinter in his fabulous pink hoodie again.
Started using SleepTime app to track sleep patterns!

January 1, 2014


Rode in a cab for the first time!
Lazy all day.
Six people in a Waffle House booth.
Borderlands 2.
Worked out!