Whoa wait what?

I'm going to have to step it up on the blogging front because the impossible has happened. My husband started a blog. 

Let that sink in for a minute. It's the last thing I ever thought he would do. 

The only people that know about it so far are a few of his friends. Stop by and leave him a comment: it would absolutely make his day!

9 Years, 10 Photos

Once upon a time (9 years ago) a handsome (sweaty, slightly buzzed) prince met a beautiful princess (me, obviously) at a magical castle (sketchy under-21 dance club). I can't wait to tell my children that story some day. The rest is history. Yes, today is the 9 year anniversary of the day Frank and I met. (I'm just saying, for the record, we weren't club rats or anything. This was the first time that either of us had been to "Rock Jungle".) Here are ten photos, one from each year of our dating/marriage.

I wish I could find an older picture than this! I can't seem to locate the photos from when we had JUST started dating, they are probably in a box somewhere. This is our first Christmas together. 

2003, my sophomore year. We're at a Pitt football game. I actually hate this picture because we had a huge fight that day.

2004, my junior year. I can usually distinguish the years based on two things: apartments and Halloween costumes. Here I am looking like a total sloot.

2005 - Hanging out at our favorite bar. I'm hoping that my teeth weren't that yellow and its the tint of the photo.

2006 - my senior year. Another year, another trashy costume

2007 - We just got engaged a day or two before this photo. Out celebrating with friends!

2008 was a big year, we got married!

2009 - We bought our first house and our first puppy, all within a few days!

2010 - Our road trip down the west coast, take me back

2011 - When I said yes to marrying Frank, I had one stipulation: he had to promise to take me to Italy some day. Mission accomplished.

Feel the love!

Happy Valentine's Day! (From a recent ugly pajama party)

The Skinny Jeans Debate

Actual conversation between my husband and I as were trying to leave the house.

Frank: do you have your keys?

Me: No, I thought you were driving?

Frank: I am but you have to carry the keys because I can't fit them in my new skinny jeans.

They are NOT skinny jeans, they are just straight. But ill let him continue to believe he's a hipster. He drives me nuts.