Our version of Valentines day...

Ah, Valentine's Day... the day that Hallmark invented...

Ok-so if you have learned anything at ALL about me - I'm not the mushy, gushy type. Just ain't in my dna. So you can imagine how I feel about Valentine's Day. Stupid. Just stupid. #1-if you don't have a 'significant other' you're made to feel like a sad, pathetic loser. #2-if you DO have a significant other, you should darn sure be telling them you love them more than one day a year.

B-rad & I don't typically exchange cards or a gift. So you can imagine my surprise when Saturday afternoon I found a card & candy on the counter. I said, "'UHHH-what's this?" He said, "Well I was in Target last night with Hoosier (that's his buddy...) & saw the candy & knew you would like it." Reese's miniatures & Peanut Butter M&M's. Yum! (I ate all the Reese's but DID share the M&M's...) Also the card said something to the effect of 'we've been through a lot together: fights, money, etc'... then you open it & it said, 'Eh, that was just yesterday.' Oh, how I heart that B-rad...

Ahem-so Saturday night Brian & Shauna invited us to go out to eat with them. Ok-cool, no problem. Only when we were gonna have an hour & a half wait at Texas Roadhouse did I realize that all the silly lovebirds were out eating for Valentine's day. Gag.

We ate dinner & then we were gonna have to run over to B-rad's work so he could make something for the farm. I hadn't been in the building since they had moved locations so I was all for it. Poor Brian & Shauna had to tag along because we all rode together.

B-rad works in Portland in Louisville. If you've never heard of Portland...well what rock are YOU living under? UHM it's the ghetto. And NOT ghetto fabulous.

Just Ghetto.

With a capital G.

The entire building & parking lot are encased by a fence with barbed wire around it. B-rad also had to let us in a locked gate. Then he pulled in, got back outta the truck & locked the gate behind us. Gulp.

Inside the building the windows on the doors are covered with this wire stuff. Good God where is B-rad working?! It's just a big huge warehouse full of machines to work with metal. It has a stinky smell too. Like metal. Weird... They make engine stands for the airline industry. Theses were sitting inside the barbed wire lined gate. I'm not sure what kind of engine they're for...perhaps B-rad will grace us with a comment? I think I remember him saying they were supposed to go to Russia but they never paid them. Damn Commi's...

B-rad took this big hunk of metal pipe & cut it down to the size he wanted.

And it made a horrid noise. Brian & Shauna are wussies & had to cover their ears. I was too busy taking pics to cover my ears. I have priorities...(Notice Hoosier flipping me off?! Pssssh!) Then he put it in this other machine thingie that did some other technical thingie to the pipe. (Please notice B-rad brought coveralls to wear over his clothes so he didn't get his good clothes dirty. Have I mentioned I heart him?!)

And voila! There you have it. The finished product.

This is B-rad's sad little office. Eh-he's a guy...I get it.

Next is his sad little desk. Please notice there are NO pictures of Jaime Mac. (Shauna brought it up, but I don't really care about stuff like that. I am sure I'm on his mind all.the.time. He doesn't need a picture to remind him...like he could ever forget me?!)

Apparently Portland is a bit more dangerous on a Saturday night around 10pm. B-rad was packing heat.

And since we know everything's all about me...I had all these little tiny metal shavings on the bottom of my shoe after B-rad gave us the tour. It was super annoying to walk around with those things under my feet. I'm a princess, people...I would feel a tiny pea under my mattress too...

I would also like to mention that on the ACTUAL day of Valentine, this is what we did:

B-rad worked on his motorcycle in the basement. I laid around on the couch. His parents came over to pick up a check from us. I made a gourmet dinner of fish sticks & french fries. Please contain your jealousy...