Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Yesterday was super busy filled with sleeping, resting, and hockey.  Sammy stayed up until past midnight for the New Year and apparently was a little hung over(kidding); he didn't wake up until 10.  Then last night, he followed suit in his rebellious teenage ways and stayed up past one.

Last night Jarod and I decided to stop at the 59 diner, which was quite a headache in itself.  This was a place I really wanted to go to while I was down here, it looks really cool from the highway.  First, we didn't realize it was past 11 when we were looking for a place for dinner and really wanting burgers.  We drove passed Fudruckers, which was obviously closed then decided to back track to the diner.  Big mistake using the GPS.  Turns out there are multiple 59 diners and almost made our way back to the rink.  Around this time, I started thinking I wish Jarod would just tell me no when I ask for things.  By the time we got to this place, we got a cross-eyed waitress who was really slow.  While the milkshakes were delish, Jarod and I feel super sick today.  Lesson learned: we're making our own hamburgers for lunch.

I went to Randall's today, and always use the same cashier if he's there.  Mostly because I'm testing him.  I understand that when I'm toting a baby with me, the guy can call me "M'am" but when I'm by myself...seriously?  I look about 14 years old.

Only a few more days in Houston and I'm dreading leaving.  Mostly because I haven't packed a thing.  Seeing how I came down here sending 3 huge boxes an over 50 lb suitcase, then had my family send more things down to me, I'd say I'm a little behind. The problem is, every time I clean the place up, Jarod comes in running around in circles with his arms out destroying everything.  It's a disaster everyday.  Plus, I can't find a lot of my clothes.  Seeing how I'm the only girl here and the only one that does the laundry, I'm not sure what's going on.  Maybe my fiance is secretly a crossdresser who likes really tight clothes...he already wears my socks on a regular basis.