Rallying for Kelly.

I just dropped Ben off at the airport.

I gotta admit, I will have a delayed-reaction sadface but it's so stupid early right now that I'm in a bit of a stupor.

(We all know I don't do mornings well.)

Whatever I expected this week to bring, the reality exceeded by far.

(Does that make sense? Go with it. Help a sister out.)

For those of you who know Ben Boudreau in real life, you know that he's amazing, hysterical, sweet, and ridiculously fun. For those of you who don't, well, move somewhere awesome and maybe he'll come visit you.

I had a great time. I hope he did too. Thanks to him I rediscovered some things I really love about my city.

This video is about what happened before the Kelly Clarkson concert, which as you know, was the catalyst that got Ben's cute Canadian ass out here. So, thank you Ms. Clarkson, once again. I'll be sending you a fruit basket.

(I mean cheese fries.)

Have a safe flight, Benny. I miss you already. xoxoxo.

Halifax + San Diego = True Love.

Epic, I tell you. EPIC.

Coming out.

As some of you know, Ben is coming to visit me.

(Like, today. And holy crap my house is cleaner than it's EVER been.)

(Even Hubs said so. I think he was just patting his own back though, since he was mainly the one who cleaned it.)

To commemorate Ben's visit to our beautiful and bountiful country, I thought long and hard about an appropriate tribute.

A heartfelt song? An interpretive dance? Skywriting? Strippers?

I felt as though none of those were enough.

(Except maybe the strippers. Chippendales, call me.)

Instead, I decided to do something I should have done a LONG time ago, and that's to come out of the closet. The BLOGGING closet, that is. What better way to celebrate?

These pictures were taken by yours truly (note the I-might-as-well-be-12-years-old-myspace-style camera placement) on Saturday night after my brother-in-law's wedding. That's what happens when you're drunk on vodka diets and wedding cake: you let your updo down and take silly pictures of yourself in the mirror while your husband snores obliviously on the couch with his suit halfway off.

(Overshare? Sorry.)

Anyhoodle. I figured it was about time.

Hello, internet.

My name is Tia. And this is my blog.

Countdown to Greatness.

I have a ridiculously busy week ahead of me.

(Seriously. RIDICULOUS.)

Not only is Hubs' baby brother getting married this weekend, but I'm also moving salons, attending my Grandma's 80th birthday party AND seeing JenBun off on a fun filled New York vacation.

There is A LOT to do. A LOT. The wedding preparations have reached an all-time frenzy, I have to organize my ENTIRE CAREER INTO BOXES, Grandma's birthday is a big event, and JenBun...well...if you've seen our closets you might be able to understand a glimmer of what it means to pack for NYC.

(Hubs kind of wants to hide in the garage till Monday. Can't say that I blame him.)

However, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh yes.

One week (plus a couple hours) from today, No Ordinary Rollercoaster Goes Blog. That's right, my friends. Tia + Ben = EPIC.

We've been planning Ben's excursion west for months now, and I can't believe it's literally right around the corner. We've got all kinds of things planned: A Kelly Clarkson concert, the zoo, RENT, shopping...I can't wait!

The time is now. The countdown is officially ON.

(Because seriously? Any countdown longer than seven days is not fool proof. We tried to start at like 3 weeks and got confused all the time.)

(Shutup, we're pretty and occasionally distracted by shiny objects.)

So at this time I'd like to take a moment to say: Thank you, Kelly Clarkson. Thank you for getting Ben's cute Canadian ass out here for a visit. I'm truly in your debt.

Another thank you worth mentioning must be: the internet. Thank you, internet, for being the vehicle in which I am fortunate enough to meet kickass people. Way to shed your scary-AOL-chat-room image. I applaud you!

I would also like to say thank you to my extremely patient and occasionally saint-like husband, because when I asked him to please make some time to clean up the house before Ben comes and his "Why do *I* have to do it?" remark was met with a borderline maniacal "BECAUSE I'M HAVING AN EMOTIONAL CRISIS"...he didn't even bat an eye.

And that, my friends, is a keeper.