BOGO Gone Wrong!

When Brad and I first committed to this relationship we both supported a BOGO sale. For those of you who have yet to see the Payless commercials, I will break it down for you. BOGO stands for the awesome sale in which you BuyOneGetOne free. I got Brad and received, for free, Baggera his huge coco lab. With me he got something a little different. He got me and a free black cat named Ebony. Though he may feel as though he got cheated, I must aggressively disagree. However I did get a free dog out of this arrangement and yet I still felt scammed. You see this dog is HIS dog, a man's dog, a "butchey" girl if a may say so. We have come to the conclusion that this dog, if she was a person, she would definitely be a biker chick. The one causing bar fights and breaking bottles over men's heads. She would also include a deep rough voice and say things like, "You better get out of my way if you know whats good for you." So that as it may be, I received the green light to get a dog of my own. Immediately I wanted a lil dog, Teddy is his name, and I have been happy with him since the day I brought him home. One problem though: if someone broke into the house and I was forced to hide under the bed Teddy would be right next to me. He provides little protection and because Brad usually resides in the shop with the tough dog and I hate to be alone in the house, unarmed with a fierce weapon that bites, a new dog was surely on the grocery list. To us, if Teddy was a human being, he would surely be feminine and possibly gay. So we got me... a "butchy" girl: Koda is her name, a beautiful German Shepherd puppy, with monstrous paws and the sharpest teeth I have yet to see on a baby dawg. So i dedicate this here blog to the introduction of our newest memeber of the pack and to the completion, so far, of Bradley and Jamee's Wonderful Family!

3 out of the 4 babies.

Rat? Dog? RATDOG??

Koda after a long day at the office.

Our Koda Girl

Im not sure that it has much to do with this blog, but I love it!

My mom calls him a closet cowboy!

Who will be the next American Idol?

What do you get when you mix: the Whiteheads plus two, some bad tasting homemade macaroni and American Idol Karaoke...?

Sunday Dinner at Brad and Jamee's house!!!

I don't know the last time I had more fun singing in a group... well I don't actually really remember ever singing in a group. I usually save my voice premieres for a lonely ride in the car or a private retreat in the shower. And if someone did get the luxury of hearing me "bust out a note" it was Brad right before he told me to stop! So all in all it was allot of fun singing along to songs such as Your Beautiful, Glamorous and Irreplaceable. If we were not fighting Nikki for the mike than we were all nicely taking our turns expressing ourselves through song, apparently Nikki didn't get the "sharing is caring" message! Towards the end of the night we played a FRIENDLY game of American Idol, with seven contestants including Mrs. Whitehead, Brad, Trevor, Nikki, Hailey, Wes and myself. We sang our little hearts out, all battling to become the next American Idol. With Wes' high pitched girly voice, Nikki's bad singing (which she claims was because she didn't know the song), my inability to hit the right note, Trevor and Hailey's lack of charisma, and Brads pathetic attempt at a high note left Mrs. Whitehead as the chosen American Idol of this season! All in all two thumbs up!!!!

So much for the hat idea.

I am beginning to feel as though my recent engagement has already began to cause sleepless nights... and if you noticed today's date you will realize that I have been engaged for about three days and eleven hours. Its not that all the sudden Brad has decided, now that hes hooked me, he can begin to be his true self, because lets face it I already knew his nasty habits and odd traits. But, with telling people about the great news comes hand in hand with difficult to answer question, one that has started to really boggle my mind; When are we getting married? I immediately thought well next year, but apparently that my friends is not good enough for you. You people must know the exact date today, maybe to scribble the date in or to just be sure you already don't have prior "engagements"....? I figured I could just pick dates out of a hate and hope they work out, but as I know now a lot of things need to be considered. Brad and I know that it will be after February, to insure Mr. Whiteheads attendance, and we know we want it before June. Which leaves us with March, April, or May. Now I apologize before hand but I absolutely hate the month of March. So sorry if your birthday lies in that month, because when I think of March my mind goes leprechauns, getting pinched, rainbows with pots of gold, Lucky Charms, and that hideous deep green. Oh and not to mention my snotty butt hates the way March looks in cursive and that becomes a problem when we get into invitations. Next we have April, and April for the Whitehead is much like July for my family; its the month every child decided it was a nice time to jump out and claim it as their month of birth. So automatically April is too hectic to squeeze in another event.. rendering that month OUT. Leaving us with May, oh beautiful Spring, flowers blooming, everything is green May. I love the idea of May, and so does just about every other soon to be bride out there, so if we must have a May wedding it absolutely cannot land on a Saturday because then its just too darn expensive. Oh and did I mention it has to be after May 15Th because that's when my school semester ends. Lets recap shell we: we know for sure that it will be in May, it will be on a Monday or Friday and it will either be May 22, 2009 or May 25, 2009. The only thing left to do is decide: which date looks better in cursive?

Beach Bums!

In a short amount of time we quickly became beach trash.

You can never be too safe! Life Jackets save Lives!

Hes a natural SkimBoarder!

At one point Brad became slighlty obsessed with hunting down the beach crabs.

Congratulations to us!

Bradley and I came to a major conclusion this past Saturday morning; we have become a lazy bunch, spending most of our weekends together lounging around and accomplishing nothing. So, we decided this weekend would be productive. We grabbed our dogs, packed the car, and headed off to southern Texas to visit the ocean. What I thought would be a fun road trip filled with junk food, quality time and misbehaving dogs actually turned into something more. Once we hit the beach Teddy, Baggera and I were the first ones to jump in, now if any of you know Brad you know that he loves the beach, loves the water, the sand the whole enchilada. So I found it odd that he wasn’t right behind me or at least right behind Teddy, the slow little guy in the back. After what felt like ten minutes in the water Brad became persistent that we head back to the roach motel, after much complaining on Baggera’s part we headed off. When suddenly out of no where Bradley Thomas Whitehead got down on one knee, for what I thought was a joke, a very unfunny joke. I could hardly understand what he was saying because I was to busy asking: are you joking? Are you serious? And do you promise?... promise what I don’t know; tell me how much sense you make in a moment like this. I would tell you in great detail what happened but let’s face it, this is our moment and I want it just for us. All in all I must tell you that Brad did all of this on his own, he ordered the ring, changed the prong count, the size and thought of the most romantic way to surprise me. He is utterly amazing and the ring that I now wear (by the way I’m not just wearing it for fun, I said YES) is so beautiful. It is old fashioned, sparkly and I will not lie when I say he picked me out a BIG one. :) So on May 3rd on the beach at sunset I became engaged, I went from a girlfriend to a fiancé, from ringless to a diamond and from the happiest women in the world to the most blessed woman in the world. Still to this very moment I cannot really wrap me head around the fact that the best man that I know chose me!

Parent Swap.

Last saterday was the first filming of Brads and my real life Parent Swap episode... only without the cameras, an audiance and oh yeah we dont exactly have children to "swap". So in all reality we were pretty much just babysitting. While Wes and Nikki were in New York Brad and I agreed to relieve Mrs. Whitehead of her Grandma duties for a day and a half. We took RY.KY.DEL home with us for what we hoped would be a fun weekend which in the end turned out to be eye opening. After alot of deciphering of Delanie's code words and the calming down of some kids hoped up on the sugar stuff I realized this business is not so easy. And as you can tell from the pictures below at one point it got completley out of hand. Those little hooligans begain to slowly turn on us, taking down Brad at first until he was completly wedged in between the couch and the blow up matress; rendering those muscles of his... useless.

I of course resorted to rising above the madness and throwing at them the only thing I knew would work... more sugar. Then once Brad surrenderd to their streangth they released him, but only as long as he promised to bedazzle up their hair.

All in all, Brad and myself made it out alive, but Im sure after last weekend we will never be the same.

28 Days to go...

In an MSN article regarding love they stated the most likely place to find the person of your dreams is in the aisles of a grocery store. In other internet articles' statistics they proved that men were more emotional than women, people found pit-bulls to be the friendliest of domesticated animals and that it wasn’t that hard to crawl your way out of debt. I can say that the latest three of the four opinions tend to be false (even though at times men can be quite, lets say romantically in touch with their feminine sides), but I found that the first statement is far from doubtful.
I remember walking through Albertsons in search of sugar related products and I can promise you it wasn’t for me, whether I ate some or not is a different story. I was talking on the phone when I noticed a young-some what attractive-shabby looking-guy staring at me so nonchalant like. He walked past me in the candy aisle, picked up nothing I might add, and headed off to the check out stands. By that time he occupied my curiosity so I waited a few seconds and followed, hoping to get a better look at his ugly torn up skateboarding shoes and that scruffy face. By the time I got there he was no where to be seen and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly disappointed. After paying my $13.24 on products bound to go straight to my thighs I headed out the door reassuring myself that he would have wound up being a creep anyhow. Like the creep title I tagged him with he drove up to me in his big “I’m a tough guy” truck and asked for my number. After a 15 minute conversation that I completely dominated with my over zealous personality and ability to speed chat and his nervousness on the receiving end I gave in and handed it over… with little struggle. After a year worth of a great friendship and months as something better we have managed to squeeze out 28 days short of a year “going steady.” Come to find he’s not so bad looking, his skater shoes, while torn, are not ugly, he lacks the macho-man in a truck attitude and in no way is he creep. MSN didn’t lie when they stated amazing relationships start at a grocery store and I am not lying when I say I have picked out, put in my cart, and checked out (in the fewer than 10 items line) the best man in the world. You could say with Brad I literally got a bargain… and it wasn’t even Triple Coupon Thursday.