The Fintons

Fixed

Tada! I fixed Brandon’s typo, and we are grammatically correct, and are The Fintons now. Woo.

Oh

And I hate tomorrow, too. Just for balance.

Did I say

Oh yeah yesterday, while moving the new fridge into the house, I, in my ultimate wisdom, had taken the heavy end because it was easier to hold on to. So I was the first one to have to step on to the porch, and since well, I’m an ass in all aspects of life, that and God hates me, I slipped on the porch. Thus making the fridge come crashing down onto my knee that was under it. The fridge suffered minor damage, only a scratch, as it was pretty near the ground already. I on the other hand am fairly gimpy and the muscles in my right arm are pulled.

It’s been a year today, since my dad passed away. It’s like an anniversary or something. Why does there have to be this day that he died. Why can’t it just be that he passed away? The “anniversary” is just here to torture you and to remind you of the pain you should be feeling. I hate today.

Tags: Sad

And again

So of course we can’t sit still. We decided to tear more apart today.

We ended up with a new fridge (we have upgraded from an ice box to a…gasp…freezer). We also got a double sink and a very cool new faucet. It only required us to cut out a little bit of the counter to put the new sink in. So it only took up half of our day. Amazingly enough. One of the shortest days of “renovations” that we have done in forever. Next to a stove! Hopefully.

Tags: Renovations

Very Interesting

A Family is a Family is a Family

Tags: Life

He knows your face, all too well

So I figured we should change the name from “The Finton’s” – that probably should just be “The Fintons” huh? – anyway, we should change it to “rantings from a miserable non-traditional undergrad.”  I’m the only one that ever posts.  And I post almost all about myself.  Because apparently I think I’m that interesting.

Brandon ended up sleeping on the couch (chouch) last night.  Not because of random arguing, but because he is sick of me complaining on our blog about not being able to sleep because of his snoring.  It sounds kind of harsh the way I just put it – I should be nicer.  That’s right, I’m turning over a new leaf here.  So yea, he slept on the couch (chouch) because he is such a sweet loving man who wanted his wife to be able to sleep, so he gave up his bed for her to do so.  Aw.  Love.

Barf.

Maybe someday I’ll turn into a hopeless romantic.  Maybe someday I’ll be all gushy and pink flowers.  Maybe someday I’ll be more, girly.  But until that day comes, Brandon is my husband, I love him and am grateful for him, but dude, your snoring is causing the sheet rock to crack.  Sorry, it’s just the truth.  I’m not all gushy and pink flowers. I’m straight forward and not very affectionate.  And really neurotic.  It’s his fault for marrying me!!  Jeez.

Tags: I'm an ass

Tell me I’ll be fine

I’m still stressed.  But of course.  Thursday is my Friday, but I’m looking forward to today less than I look forward to the day when my car blows up on the highway with me in it.  Seriously, that’s how much I’m hating today.  Intense eh?  If you only knew.  How pathetic I’m being.

Good news!  OHMYIACTUALLYHAVESOME!  We are going to Florida again at the end of May.  We actually used our brains (not a popular past time with the Fintons) and got a rental car this time.  So we will be able to visit more people.  Or torture them with our presence.  You pick.

Tags: Stress, Travel

Erik and I messing around..

Movie 1

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I’m stressed.  Sometimes, school sucks.

I had a meeting with the director of the MFT program yesterday.  That seemed to go slightly well.  He probably thinks I’m a bumbling idiot, since, well, I am.

I have an interview thing on the 17th for the internship I want.  I hope I get it.  If not, it will just affirm how much God hates me.

Tags: Stress

Muse

Today was Erik’s third birthday *kindofparty*.  With Suzie being in the hospital, it was only Brandon’s family and us.  Erik still had fun, and enjoyed his George cake.  If I was three, I would want a George cake, so I understood.  Hell, I just want cake, all the time.  Right….

I have these like articles things I’m supposed to be reading.  For some odd class.  What class was that?  Oh some class on intimate relationships.  I guess just regular relationships are not worth focusing on.  So if your relationship isn’t intimate, don’t talk to me about it.  Ssshhhh…don’t tell me, it’s not an intimate enough relationship and I will not bother myself with it.  *EXTREME EYE ROLL*

With my extreme disgust comes an extreme lack of motivation.  I think I will go to bed soon.  Besides the fact that Brandon is snoring so loud the bed is shaking.  No problems though.  As we all know how sound of a sleeper I am and can just fall asleep anytime anywhere.  HA!

Oh oh oh, I have to review Grand Torino.  Oh and The Lost Symbol.  Remind me already.

Tags: Birthdays, School, Stupid