howdy.

so this lady is having a jewelry giveaway from her etsy shop, it is suuuuper super cute. You can check it out here.

In other news, I cut my hair off today! It was fun. I took the opportunity to take some pictures of our beloved chub-chub, in case he ever chances to be eaten. That would be devastating, but at least he will always be immortal in the pages of my blog.






Now I just have to get some up of Reuben, he's harder, cause he moves faster and won't ever look at the camera.

i am getting my name changed tomorrow.

Mrs. Gumpy, here i come.

in other news, i'm going to go eat leftover wedding truffles.

how to make coasters and ugly end-tables cool

paint end-tables orange to match bedding:

... and hang coaster on the wall in your kitchen.

i like it.

possible twist in the attempted murder trial

last night as Bryan and I were sleeping, something very odd occurred. I kept hearing little rodent scratches, but as i was sleeping I assumed that Chub-chub was just being noisier than usual in his cage. Hamsters are nocturnal, right? I must just be going crazy. I am, but apparently it wasn't related. There was a hamster crawling on us as we slept. He was running back and forth along my side of the bed, in all kinds of crazy hamster fashion. Down to my feet, up to my head and amongst the pillows, back under the pillows over my head down to my feet ... Kind of a stressful thing to wake up to; the delusional half-sleep-half-wake-eyes-closed-eyes-open-creepy-crawly-this-better-be-chub-chub-or-i'll-scream feeling is never a pleasant one at two in the morning. Trying to catch a wayward hamster isn't very entertaining, either, when its dark and cold and you don't know whats going on. I caught him, but couldn't convince Bryan to put him back in his cage.

"I don't know how to get in there!"
"well you're on the outside. That's part of the sleeping on the outside rules!"
"nuh-uh."
"fine."

So I did it. Stupid Chub-chub had managed to UNSCREW the top to his space-needle like pod, get out somehow, climb down from on top of the TV and get into bed with us. I don't, dear audience, think you understand the gravity of him unscrewing the lid to his pod. That's like you lifting off the roof of your house so you could go to the bounce house next door, WITH YOUR BARE HAMSTER HANDS!

Geez. This guys a maniac.

Gross

I just realized I have eaten nothing but truffles and diet Dr pepper all day. I suck at nutrition.
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Attempted murder at the Gumpy household.

Earlier this peaceful March afternoon, the quiet civil chub-chub barely fled a gentleman with murder on the brain. Chub-chub (the Gumpy hamster) was minding his own business, taking his afternoon nap, when he was so rudely interrupted by a death-defying plummot from a ledge to the floor in his hamster pod. The vilain responsible, Reuban (the Gumpy cat) had crept up unawares, taking advantage of the absence of the Gumpy's for Sunday brunch, to (allegedly) knock the hamster (house included) off the desk top in hopes (allegedly) of a mid-afternoon joust, followed by a light snack! Thankfully, resourceful Chub-chub absconded (with his lunch intact) to the shoe closet, where he was found after much worry and heartache on behalf of the Gumpy's. Reuben stands trial this Wednesday.
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the official mrs. gumpy.

i am rachel noel gumpy.

yep.

i'm trying to make something in my new crockpot, while i wait i'm going to paint endtables orange.

heyyy, if any of you out there in blogland have pictures of our wedding you should totally give them to us. :)