how to:

do halloween. the right way.

first.

ballet west's performance of dracula.

it's  become a tradition of ours to see a ballet once a year.

last year we saw the nutcracker, but based on the synopsis of act 1:

"In the evening, Count Dracula and his wives awaken in their coffins in the crypt of his castle. In order to satisfy the lust of the Count, his most trusted henchman, Renfield, arrives in a coach with Flora, a lovely young girl from the village."

mr. dtf chose dracula this time around.

such a classy man.

second.

chili and corn bread.

another tradition.

it took most of my young life to finally realize that my mom made chili and corn bread every year on halloween. i guess now that i know it's a tradition i felt obligated to keep it going. and maybe it sounded amazing and i couldn't help myself. nom nom nom.

third.

(WARNING: these pictures get progressively grosser better as you scroll down)

  juan and jose

 caught in a bad bromance

too much chili?

too much information?

nothing says halloween like politically incorrect costumes!

am i right?

fourth.

fifty glow sticks and bike lights.

more than fifty bikers.

and taking over the town.

oh and p.s. my multicultural education teacher was there. weird.

and i know hubby would approve of me saving the BEST for last...

fifth.

ahhhhhhhh.

(yeah. i added that heavenly glow.)

new bike=happy husband.

happy husband=happy wife.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!

love,

mrs. dtf

my fashion debut

(wearing: beanie- mr. dtf's, sweater- nordstrom's, jeans- express, scarf- mccaulou's, combat boots- target)

an explanation for this picture lies in this post.
this picture comes from this blog.
ENJOY.

love,
mrs.dtf

the good, the bad, and the ugly

the good:
actually, my day had several goods. er... good things. not goods, that's dirty. it started with the frosted sugar cookies my mom sent with my dad when he was here on tuesday. i finally ate one (for breakfast because i'm a fatty) and it was magical. then, i got to go to lunch with my ex-roomie l and our friend k. i miss those girls. i forgot how nice it is to have friends...
now... the good thing i had intended to write about: today i was stopped on campus by a well-dressed guy who asked to take my picture for his fashion blog. whoa. i guess there's a first time for everything.

the bad:
must. register. for classes. tonight.
registering is like my worst nightmare. i almost never get the classes i want, the good times are always full before i even get to register, and this semester is made infinitely worse due to the fact that my classes are completely planned out for me and i have absolutely no say in what i take. i really need to get a decent schedule so i can get a job. send positive vibes my way?

the ugly:
in the spirit of halloween i'm sharing something with you that you probably could do without.

look what halloween does to me.

it's sick.

i think i've decided i hate halloween. is that so wrong? dressing up is a hassle and candy is always better when you AREN'T supposed to eat it anyway. now i just have to convince mr. dtf to hate halloween with me at home monday night...

love,

mrs.dtf

laundry day

my brother quotes this fairly often and seeing as today IS laundry day (*apparently i went to class with big chili stains on my sleeves today?) i thought this was appropriate. and yeah i'm finishing/editing a 15 page paper due tomorrow, so this is all you get from me. be grateful.

love, 

mrs. dtf

*pretty sure i haven't eaten chili for like four years... 

fam bam thank you ma'am

what does this mean? p.f. changs, insults, and dirty jokes. now before i tell you all about my night i should probably introduce you to my lovely family.

i am the middle child in a family of nine. the lady with the baby is my sister-in-law and the guy next to her is holding my other nephew. the baby on the left was a baby we fostered for a year before she got adopted. make sense?

so tonight my dad was in town and since three of my siblings go to the same college as me, we had a little family night. mr. dtf came along (duh... he IS part of the family now) and so did my brother j's girlfriend. she fits right in. anyway! i made a joke about my dad taking us to p.f. changs (my family's more of a steakhouse or hamburger joint kinda family), but i guess he liked the idea because that's where we ended up. and i went a little crazy because i hadn't had it in a while and it's my favorite. 

highlights of the evening:

1) my dad meets my brother's girlfriend, shakes her hand, then knocks over his drink. nice to meet you!

2) my brother's gf told us a story about how one time she drove home with a group of friends and they hit FIVE deer on the way home. then she corrected herself- "well, we only hit three, but apparently one was pregnant cause when we hit it two baby deer flew out..." a great pre-meal story. gets your mouth watering, right?

3) my brother went on a trip to catalina a while ago and apparently my dad asked him how big the sloop was. (a sloop is a boat- you learn something new every day, though the usefulness of knowing this term is yet to be determined...) my brother was teasing him for using weird/random words and brought up this story and when my dad tried to defend himself my brother asked him how big his sloop is to which my dad replied, "45 feet". classy, dad.

4) apparently my mom sent my dad here with a giant box full of halloween treats and chocolate cake? man, i love my mom.

isn't family the greatest?
like 4 weeks till thanksgiving! wahoo!

love,
mrs. dtf

new ways to love me

click here.
or here.

love,
mrs.dtf

weekend wrap-up

i think i secretly get wasted every weekend cause i always forget what i did. i asked mr. dtf and he said he was studying friday night. i KNOW that's not what i was doing... so what then? perhaps we will never know. saturday night we went babysitting yet again and made another $50. suh-weet. and sunday we may or may not have slept in till 3:30. yes, in the afternoon.

today was my first day of pete 212, a block class where we actually go into elementary schools and teach a p.e. class. and apparently we start teaching next wednesday. whoa. i'm excited and terrified at the same time, but regardless of how it goes I'll tell you all about it next week!

tonight is all about:

fixing mr. dtf's poor bike (the seat post naturally welded to the frame... which i didn't even know was possible)

these beautiful cupcakes

raspberry chocolate cheesecake and ultimate brownie

it's like i died and went to heaven.

OH YA.

and i have a 12-15 page paper due thursday.

maybe i should start that...

love,

mrs. dtf

p.s. 10 points to anyone who can tell me what i did friday night!

aww yeah.

(wearing: top-Anthropologie, jeans- F21, and uh... no shoes in the house!)

oh you know... just new bike goofin.

and in case you didn't know...

that's a reference to this lovely reno 911 clip:

love,

mrs. dtf

p.s. mr. dtf was right. my new bike is awesome. 

and mr. dtf is awesome for buying it for me :)

a big girl bike

in celebration of my learning to ride a bike two years ago to the day (as was pointed out in my brother's semi-fictional school news article- my quote seen in this post) mr. dtf wants to buy me a new bike.

say goodbye to the trusty cruiser...
(via)

and hello to this supposedly better bike.

i have my doubts.
(via)

so, if you're in the market for a new cruiser or know someone who is email me at mrsdtf(at)gmail(dot)com or just look for a craig's list listing in the next day or two.

(wearing: long-sleeved tee- Nordstrom's*, camisole, yes i call it that- UO, corduroy leggings, my new favorite clothing item- Anthropologie, shoes- Anthropologie, necklace- Nordstrom's)

oh & here's the outfit i wore on perhaps the last day of my cruiser's existence :(

and yeah, i can ride a bike in heels... with difficulty.

love,

mrs. dtf

* i call it nordstrom's because my family has my WHOLE life. how can i break that habit? and besides, my grandma had dinner with the nordstrom family once (true story) so i feel justified in calling it what she calls it.

hipster 101

necessity #1

(wearing: top- Nordstrom's, earrings- claires, you heard me.)

bangs.

so the other day mr. dtf calls out to me and asks me what i'm doing. i'm crouched over the bathroom sink listening to damien rice and cutting my hair duh. stupid question. zooey deschanel has them, i wanted them, i have them. they up my hipster status ten fold. 

apparently i like to make major hair changes...

(wearing: sweater- H&M, t-shirt- F21)

this is from last winter.

sidenote: the following hairstyles are NOT hipster. and are mild-moderately disturbing.

(wearing: the same t-shirt from the last photo! let's not talk about it...)

 

i must really like you to be sharing my morning self with you.

and my husband must really love me if he doesn't kill me for sharing this...

(wearing: ivory thermal- F21, yellow thermal- UO)

explanation: i made a list of ideas when i first started wedding planning and made the mistake of sending my notes to my mom who in turn showed them to my little sisters. i made a note about middle parts for the bridesmaids (because these girls *plus che*/my besties w/o testes can rock a middle part rill good). they sent me a gross picture of them all with middle parts. and since i like to fight fire with fire, me and mr. dtf sent back this lovely photo. a top contender for our wedding announcements.

to continue...

necessity #2

(wearing: flannel- mr. dtf, jeans- F21, necklace- F21)

dress like a hipster! button your shirt all the way to the tippy top. bonus points if the shirt is thrifted/not yours. mine belongs to da hubby. and i added a little bow-tie necklace to my outfit because i like bows. so sue me.

necessity #3

(wearing: circle scarf- UO, coat- H&M, jeans- F21, mocassins- ouch. i got these in high school. am i honestly supposed to remember where?)

ignore the face. this picture is all about the bike. and the latest and greatest bike polo location. to be a hipster you need a cool bike. fixed gear is totes obvi preferable, but don't ever let a hipster hear you say totes obvi. furthermore, if you want to be a hipster you need to play bike polo, or at the very least be a bike polo groupie like me. 

once you're a bike polo hipster girl you get to be in the school newspaper. and no, it has nothing to do with the fact that your brother wrote the article. 

“I just learned how to ride a 

bike two years ago,” Fanning 

said. “Embarrassing, I know. 

But I married a hipster and 

he dragged me to a bike polo 

game a while back and I love 

going  just to hang out and 

cheer others on. Sometimes I 

play and sometimes I fall but I 

always have a good time.”

and yes, this is an exact quote and not at all fictional.

bike polo is actually a lot of fun and i enjoy it and it's good hubby/wife bonding time.

if you'd like to know more about it read the full article here.

or if you'd like accurate information just comment!

love,

mrs. dtf

i've been waiting...

and my little kitty is finally here. okay so she's not my kitty, but she is staying in our humble little abode for the next few days. her name is ruca and she belongs to our lovely friends from bike polo.

at first, we didn't know exactly what to think about each other

but a little more of that toy...

and something magical happened.

so when will this kitty be leaving us, you might ask? well i don't wanna talk about it. time to start my homework! then KITTY/HUSBAND SNUGGLE TIME. my life is da best.

love,

mrs. dtf

preteens, you may be on to something...

me and mr. dtf babysat this weekend. (my husband is a trooper! also, yes, i did just say that.) on friday night we drove out to watch a four year old girl and her two year old sister for five hours. we fed the kids, bathed them, and put them to sleep. then it was el pollo loco and coraline till the parents came home and handed us fifty bucks. whoa. then saturday a couple going to our homecoming football game (which we opted out of going to because we would probably rather spend our money on anything before a sports pass) dumped off their seven year old boy, four year old girl, and three month old baby boy in our tiny apartment. the baby slept. we fed the kids. we colored. we watched tangled and oliver & company. the baby woke up. we fed the baby. we changed a diaper or two. we put the baby back to sleep. we put on spy kids. the other kids fell asleep. hubby and i got paid to watch star wars and eat panda express for a few more hours. they were gone seven hours folks. do you know what that means? seventy bucks. babysitting grand total: $120... ya we will be babysitting again.

in other news this is a conversation i had with mr. dtf last night:
me: "you're retarded."
mr: "so why did you marry me?"
me: "because i love retards!"
mr: "i knew it. (pause) retard-lover."

clearly, we have problems.

love,
mrs. dtf

so it's been a few days...

and it'll be another day or two or five before i do another post. i am trying to send out thank you cards from the wedding. and yes, i realize that it was nearly two months ago. wish me luck!

love,
mrs. dtf

look at a bunch of pictures of me

so maybe i should've posted my bridal photos a long time ago... better late than never? also, maybe fifty-three pictures of me is overkill, but in my defense i narrowed it down to fifty-three from TWO-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO. go me.

so there you have it ladies and gentlemen (do men read this blog? like, besides my brother and husband... if you are a man and you are reading this leave a comment! i am curioso. and latino apparently).

OH MY! i forgot i also have a little story for you. after we shot at our first location (the castle looking place) my sister was helping to load me into the car to drive to location number two (the state capitol) when she noticed something in the layers of my tulle skirt. she started freaking out and told me there were flies in my tulle. i was grossed out, but not extremely concerned until she lifted up the tulle to where i could see it. that is when i started pseudo-cussing and almost threw up on my wedding dress. inside the million or so layers of tulle were at least forty flies. luckily, i had my sister k there to calmly shoo the flies out and keep me from absolutely losing it. so then we drove the hour to location two and when i got out we found one last fly (yeah, it was dead and yeah, i understand that this is disgusting) and got it out. the horror of the day was over and an hour or so later the day of bridals was over altogether.

i am now sitting here wondering if there is a point and/or ending to that story... just love me.

love,
mrs. dtf