Mark and I moved to Naples, Italy on April 22, 2012. We will be there for three years and will be documenting all aspects of our crazy new life overseas. Enjoy! Ciao! -The Bakers
Friday, December 12, 2008
Snowball Dance
Snowball Dance
Mark and I picked up my LITTLE brother, Evan, from the Snowball dance a few Fridays ago. We were on our way into town from Indianapolis and told my parents we would pick him up so that we could hear the latest gossip about the dance, girls, and music. We heard an earful….
Let’s start with the reason I have it engrained in my head that I need to bet he one to pick kids up from the dance. When we were younger, my mom would ALWAYS volunteer to pick us up from the dance. She said this was the ONLY way she could TRULY hear the stories and the latest gossip. If she wasn’t the one to pick us up, when we got home, she would ask, “How was the dance?” Our response would be “fine,” as we headed to our bedrooms. She vowed that she would always make sure she was the one to pick us up from the dance. S0o0o0o0, I chose to pick up Evan to hear the stories.
Evan walked out of the dance with about 13 girls. Sheesh. He is such a mac daddy. Haha* When he got to us, he had a cell phone in one hand and a case of Starburst candy in the other.
Mark and I picked up my LITTLE brother, Evan, from the Snowball dance a few Fridays ago. We were on our way into town from Indianapolis and told my parents we would pick him up so that we could hear the latest gossip about the dance, girls, and music. We heard an earful….
Let’s start with the reason I have it engrained in my head that I need to bet he one to pick kids up from the dance. When we were younger, my mom would ALWAYS volunteer to pick us up from the dance. She said this was the ONLY way she could TRULY hear the stories and the latest gossip. If she wasn’t the one to pick us up, when we got home, she would ask, “How was the dance?” Our response would be “fine,” as we headed to our bedrooms. She vowed that she would always make sure she was the one to pick us up from the dance. S0o0o0o0, I chose to pick up Evan to hear the stories.
Evan walked out of the dance with about 13 girls. Sheesh. He is such a mac daddy. Haha* When he got to us, he had a cell phone in one hand and a case of Starburst candy in the other.
I asked him about the Starburst. He said he had money left over at the end of the night. He went to the concession stand, laid down the money, and told the person behind the counter to give him as many Starburst as his money could buy. The guy gave Evan all they had left.
Then I asked Evan about the dance. He said it was pretty cool, but there was something he did that he couldn’t believe. He wore two DIFFERENT shoes to the dance! WoooooW! This is the point where I realized the difference between girls and boys when it comes to dances. Girls buy their dress a while before the dance. They pick out their shoes, makeup and hairstyles before the day of the dance. Then they wake up early on the big day to make all the necessary preparations. … Boys don’t even check their shoes twice.
Evan talked all the way home about the girls he danced with, the songs he requested, and the drama of the night. Mark and I were happy we got to pick him up to hear all the exciting tales. When we got home, I was ready to hear more and more about the night. Evan walked in first. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch watching the news.
“How was the dance?” Mom asked.
“Fine” said Evan, as he walked to his bedroom.
Then I asked Evan about the dance. He said it was pretty cool, but there was something he did that he couldn’t believe. He wore two DIFFERENT shoes to the dance! WoooooW! This is the point where I realized the difference between girls and boys when it comes to dances. Girls buy their dress a while before the dance. They pick out their shoes, makeup and hairstyles before the day of the dance. Then they wake up early on the big day to make all the necessary preparations. … Boys don’t even check their shoes twice.
Evan talked all the way home about the girls he danced with, the songs he requested, and the drama of the night. Mark and I were happy we got to pick him up to hear all the exciting tales. When we got home, I was ready to hear more and more about the night. Evan walked in first. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch watching the news.
“How was the dance?” Mom asked.
“Fine” said Evan, as he walked to his bedroom.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Wedding Dance
We don’t have a video of our wedding dance posted yet because we don’t have our wedding video. As soon as we do, we PROMISE to share it with you!
Bridesmaid Fitting
Bridget is getting married in April. Jen, Kate, Steph, Amanda, and I are all bridesmaids. We all had to get fitted for our bridesmaids dresses the WEEK OF THANKSGIVING. What a-holes, right?!?! Right… Anyhoo… Amanda, Bridget, and I all went together… turns out, Amanda, Bridget, and I are all the same freaking size… and it’s not one we like… Currently we are all eights. Come March, when our dresses come in, we are shooting for sixes or (EVEN BETTER) fours!
In our defense, the person taking the measurements must order the dress size of your largest measurement. S0o0oo0o0 as long as my ta-ta’s shrink, I should be GOLDEN! Haha*
Watch for an update in March! … Unless I’m still an eight…..
In our defense, the person taking the measurements must order the dress size of your largest measurement. S0o0oo0o0 as long as my ta-ta’s shrink, I should be GOLDEN! Haha*
Watch for an update in March! … Unless I’m still an eight…..
Dinner at Jade’s
Last week, Mark and I went over to Mike and Jade’s house for din din. Jade is an ABSOLUTELY ammmmmaaaaazzzziiiinnnnnggggg cook! I cannot believe it! We had pulled pork, chips, homemade salsa, and chocolate chip cookie dough brownies! Yep! You read that last part right! Mmmmm…. It was great to see Mike and Jade and it was a lot of fun playing with Gabe! I cannot believe how big he is getting! S0o0oo cute!
Name Change Experience
So0o0o0o00o00, Big news from this week?!?!! I’M OFFICIALLY A BAKER!!
That’s right! After four months of marriage, I officially changed my name to Tiffany Renee Baker! This is how it all went down….
I walked from my job to the social security office. It’s right across the street, so it wasn’t bad. I didn’t take into account the cold weather, nor the fact that I would look like an out of breath homeless person in business casual attire.
When I finally got to the Social Security office, it was packed. I took a seat in a well-lit area with empty seats on both sides of me. That way no one would sit by me. As soon as I sat down, a crazy guy in a bright red head to toe sweatsuit, stormed out the front down shouting profanities even my husband doesn’t know. I was appalled. I was also sure that he was going to come right back with a shotgun in hand, ready to blow someone away. This is when I realized the seat choice I was so proud of was right in front of the door. Nice. I would be the first one to go down. To get shot up on the block on my lunch break. While innocently changing my name.
I was amazed how many kids were at the social security office. Sheesh. There are a lot of freakin kids runnin around in this world, did you know that? I mean, look around! Go to Wal-Mart! I think I might have kid claustrophobia! I kind of freak out when there are more than twenty of them around. And there were more than twenty at the social security office. Although I’m not sure why I’m surprised by this, considering my Mom took Kayla and I to become legit citizens when I was two years old. (We found out because our social security cards were two numbers apart. ---Weird since I’m two years older than her, huh?) So that is the story of how I went from an alien to a legit US Citizen. Thanks, Pammer.
I also couldn’t believe the random people (I’ll call them Randalls) talking to the kids. THEY WEREN’T THEIRS!!! Okay, when Mark and I pop out little tator tots and have to take them to the social security office to get their tags, PLEASE DO NOT talk to my kids. Leave them alone! They will be sitting by us, very well mannered, playing some crazy video game on their handheld futuristic game players. Yeah, apparently I’m going to take my kids when they are ten. Just leave ‘em alone, okay?
Another observation is the (what I have termed) SS Experts. They know their stuff. There were people who had apparently been to the Social Security Office a few times and knew their way around. They were helping people left and right. I’m not sure that they cared that the people they were helping didn’t give two cares about their advice. I sure didn’t. haha*
There was a girl sitting behind me who had gotten married in the end of October. Yes, this is the point where you BOO me for not being at the Social Security Office earlier. [Pause for boos…] She was being chatted up by one of the regulars. I’m pretty sure the girl hated being in the situation as much as I hated hearing it. She was politely answering her questions and nodding her head appropriately. I was just thankful I wasn’t in her seat, in her situation. As an accountant, I avoid that situation at all costs.
Finally, I was called to change my name. While the forms were being filled out and information was being input into the system, I saw an interpreter sheet for foreigners. There were several different languages listed on the sheet. The one that I noticed was missing? Czech.
Overall, it was a successful, but stressful experience. Maybe, when the day comes, I’ll just have Mark bring the kids.
That’s right! After four months of marriage, I officially changed my name to Tiffany Renee Baker! This is how it all went down….
I walked from my job to the social security office. It’s right across the street, so it wasn’t bad. I didn’t take into account the cold weather, nor the fact that I would look like an out of breath homeless person in business casual attire.
When I finally got to the Social Security office, it was packed. I took a seat in a well-lit area with empty seats on both sides of me. That way no one would sit by me. As soon as I sat down, a crazy guy in a bright red head to toe sweatsuit, stormed out the front down shouting profanities even my husband doesn’t know. I was appalled. I was also sure that he was going to come right back with a shotgun in hand, ready to blow someone away. This is when I realized the seat choice I was so proud of was right in front of the door. Nice. I would be the first one to go down. To get shot up on the block on my lunch break. While innocently changing my name.
I was amazed how many kids were at the social security office. Sheesh. There are a lot of freakin kids runnin around in this world, did you know that? I mean, look around! Go to Wal-Mart! I think I might have kid claustrophobia! I kind of freak out when there are more than twenty of them around. And there were more than twenty at the social security office. Although I’m not sure why I’m surprised by this, considering my Mom took Kayla and I to become legit citizens when I was two years old. (We found out because our social security cards were two numbers apart. ---Weird since I’m two years older than her, huh?) So that is the story of how I went from an alien to a legit US Citizen. Thanks, Pammer.
I also couldn’t believe the random people (I’ll call them Randalls) talking to the kids. THEY WEREN’T THEIRS!!! Okay, when Mark and I pop out little tator tots and have to take them to the social security office to get their tags, PLEASE DO NOT talk to my kids. Leave them alone! They will be sitting by us, very well mannered, playing some crazy video game on their handheld futuristic game players. Yeah, apparently I’m going to take my kids when they are ten. Just leave ‘em alone, okay?
Another observation is the (what I have termed) SS Experts. They know their stuff. There were people who had apparently been to the Social Security Office a few times and knew their way around. They were helping people left and right. I’m not sure that they cared that the people they were helping didn’t give two cares about their advice. I sure didn’t. haha*
There was a girl sitting behind me who had gotten married in the end of October. Yes, this is the point where you BOO me for not being at the Social Security Office earlier. [Pause for boos…] She was being chatted up by one of the regulars. I’m pretty sure the girl hated being in the situation as much as I hated hearing it. She was politely answering her questions and nodding her head appropriately. I was just thankful I wasn’t in her seat, in her situation. As an accountant, I avoid that situation at all costs.
Finally, I was called to change my name. While the forms were being filled out and information was being input into the system, I saw an interpreter sheet for foreigners. There were several different languages listed on the sheet. The one that I noticed was missing? Czech.
Overall, it was a successful, but stressful experience. Maybe, when the day comes, I’ll just have Mark bring the kids.
Bill and Lisa Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving Day was very eventful as well! Mark and I celebrated with his Dad’s side! There were soooo many people there! Too many to list! They have a large family and it was great to see everyone.
There are two events that I must tell about from this year’s Baker Thanksgiving.
Lexi, Andy’s little girl, is almost a year old. Andy and Mark wanted to start an intense game of football (event number two) so they went to the store to get a football. While they were gone, Uncle Scott and Lisa got a genious plan to put a temporary tattoo on Lexi’s lower back. A Tramp Stamp…. They left the tat on her without telling Andy. But they weren’t able to tat her up without some pics being taken by Aunt Tiffany! Haha*
When Andy and Mark got back, they had a football in hand. They were ready to play. So Scott, Katey, Shaun, Mark, Andy, and Steven all headed outside to play. I joined them later. It was a lot of fun. When I joined, I was lucky enough to experience the BEST touchdown EVER!
Steven passed the ball to Katey.
Mark touched Katey. (Touch football is required when playing with girls)
Katey stopped.
Shaun (Katey’s husband) grabbed Katey and drug her into the ‘endzone.’
((Apparently, Mark hadn’t gotten a full ‘touch’ on Katey))
Katey, unaware of the miss and just elated to have caught the ball, stopped.
Shaun, the avid football player, helped his wife and fellow team out by hugging her and dragging her into the endzone!
TOUCHDOWN! GIRL IN GRAY DRESS!
WOOT!
All I can say is GIRL POWER!
Every year after Thanksgiving, there is a poker tournament at the Bakers. It is five bucks to play and winner takes all, but everyone plays not for the money, but for BRAGGING rights the whole year! Mark and I ended up losing, but we found another way to entertain ourselves and the other losers.
We rocked out to Rockband! Katey, Shaun, and Uncle Scott all decided to split the pot at the end so that they could join us in Rockband! It was a lot of fun! Although we are terrible!
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