Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sometimes I miss the days when he worked for a big company. I miss the times when he sat at a desk all day and came home nice and clean. I miss the times when we had separate bathrooms. I miss the times when he came home at a decent hour every day. I miss the times when he didn't work on the weekends. Those were some good times. This man that I married hasn't taken a day off since the middle of May when we went to Yosemite. The days we actually eat dinner together are few and far between. He works harder than anyone I've ever met and I'm so proud of him.
It's taking some time to adjust though.
I originally married a procrastinator. Someone that did just enough in school to get by. Someone who needed me to take an entire class for him so he could graduate. Someone who would say "I need to go into the office this weekend", but would then stay home instead. Someone who would sit on the couch while I cleaned the whole house. Someone who needed his life to be threatened in order to get out of bed in the morning. Someone who made me look like an overachiever.
Now the roles are reversed.
Now he wakes up at 5:00am and sometimes doesn't get home until after I'm asleep for the night. Now I can't complain that he doesn't help with anything around the house because he's never in the house! He's working so hard for us and I'm so grateful. He's become the man that I always knew he'd be.
I look forward to the day when he can hire more people. When they can do the dirty work for him and he can go back to sitting in an office all day. When my bathroom will be clean once again. When there won't need to be a load of laundry dedicated to disgusting work clothes. When we can actually spend quality time together and go off on adventures. When we can take a real vacation together, like a honeymoon.
I'll wait patiently though. Okay, I'll try to wait patiently. Because any man that returns home with this:
after I've said "I want some spicy chips" is a man worth waiting for.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I've never made deviled eggs before, but if I had this egg caddy I would make them for every potluck from now until the end of time.
Is it weird that I thought of my freezer when I saw this? There is usually some form of a paint pallet in my freezer at all times. You can put unused acrylic paint in the freezer for a few days and it won't dry up. If you leave it for more than a few days then it goes bad and is worthless. I always leave it for more than a few days and it always goes bad. If you move around items in the freezer and the paint pallet falls out then you will end up with dried up paint chips all over your kitchen floor. I mean...I'm assuming that would happen. It most definitely hasn't happened to me multiple times.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tim's parents live up on a hill in Kelseyville with a spectacular view of vineyards and the lake. They had the reception outside and although it was unseasonably cool for a night in the middle of June, the dancing and portable heaters kept everyone very warm.
The ceremony took place at the bottom of the hill in a vineyard. We had to take a short stroll through the vineyard to get to the ceremony site and it was absolutely breathtaking.
It was such a fun night and we're so excited for Tim and Jill. They are such wonderful people and we're so lucky to have them as our friends.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
One of my best friends just bought this amazing house. She's such a grown up! She's been working hard at painting rooms and kitchen cabinets and she just moved in the other day. I can't wait to see it and person.
I think those are all the really important places that I must go. I'll probably think of more though. Stay tuned.
Friday, June 18, 2010
The experience I had the other day was especially awkward for several reasons. First, the stylist started off by telling me that she normally wouldn't have gotten me in so soon, but she made an exception since my boss recommended her to me. She also mentioned that I was her last appointment for the next few days because her daughter was graduating this weekend. She was going on and on about all the things she had to do so I knew the last thing she wanted to be doing at 5:15 that evening was cutting my hair.
While she was washing my hair she asked me how long I'd lived in Lake County and I went into the story of how long we've been here and how we got here. When I mentioned that I was from Texas she seemed especially surprised that I didn't have an accent. I actually get this response from just about every person I meet here in California. This is weird to me because I actually know very few people from Texas that have an accent. I think people also assume we ride around on horses and that cowboy boots and hats are our favorite accessories. But honestly, I see way more horses, boots and hats here in Lake County that I ever did in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area.
And here is where the real kicker came....several minutes later when she was about half way done cutting my hair she asked "so were you a cheerleader?" Uh...excuse me? I almost laughed out loud. Now, I'm not 100% positive that the question was generated because she associates Texas with high school cheer leading. There's a small chance that my extremely bubbly personality made her think I was a cheerleader, but since I was hardly talking and not jumping up and down or waving my arms in the air I'm assuming it has to do with the "Texas" thing. I'm sure I had the most confused look on my face, but I simply said "no" and left it at that. I almost said "no, I was in a book club", but I refrained. I don't have anything against cheer leading and was actually flattered that she thought I would be "cool" enough to be a part of that, but sadly I was not.
So just to clear up a few things:
- Not everyone in Texas has an accent.
- Not all high school girls are cheerleaders.
- I didn't ride a horse to school (My parents drove me. Every day. Alllll through high school. Thankfully I arrived at like 6:30 in the morning for cross country practice so very few people were aware that I was that uncool. Okay, they knew I wasn't cool, but for other reasons).
- Friday nights were reserved for high school football games, BUT our entire lives did not revolve around the game (unless you were our high school principal and then football was your life, but that wasn't the case for the majority of people).
- We do know what hockey is. And we have a NHL team. Gasp.
- Yes, they fry every food imaginable at the Texas State Fair, but we don't eat like that every day.
- I listen to more country music now then I ever did growing up in the Lone Star State.
- Not all of us are fans of George W. Bush.
- Most people to not think it would be a wise idea for Texas to secede and become their own country.
Let me know if there are any other misconceptions I can clear up for you :)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I don't know much about the politics of the change or even the general state of the Big 12 from the past few years. I've been out of the loop.
What I do know is that it feels like a family is breaking up. To be honest I'm mostly concerned with the Oklahoma and Texas schools. I realize they only make up 1/2 of the Big 12, but they're the closest to my heart.
There were always 3 definite things that would happen each season for OSU and I'm afraid to lose them.
1. Texas would always beat us.
2. We would always beat Baylor. No offense to Baylor fans, but come on...
3. And when we played OU, the stats from both teams were thrown on the window. It was always a wild card game and obviously the most important game of the year for OSU.
If all goes as planned with the Pac 10 then number 1 and number 3 will probably not change. But where is our free win going to come from?? Just kidding. That's actually not my biggest concern. I am concerned about Texas and Texas A&M though. How can A&M even think about leaving Texas? Their rivalry is the same as OSU/OU. I know the Texas/OU thing is a big deal and all, but these in state rivalries are just as important. I would be devastated if OU and OSU went in different directions.
I do take comfort in knowing that Texas, OU, and OSU will probably all go to the same place, but I'd rather stay as one big happy family in the Big 12.
Now, on the flip side of things....If OSU does join the Pac 10, then there's a much better chance I will actually be able to see some of their games on TV. This would be great and I'm sure in the end I will be happier with the fact I'll actually get to see them play, but for now I just need to mourn the loss of my Big 12 family.
One final note: If Mike Modano officially announces his retirement this year then I'm not sure what I'll do. I can't take two devastating sports announcements in one year.
It's a trifle. It's really the easiest thing to make and since I've made more than one in my life I figured I wouldn't mess it up too horribly. It did not disappoint. Here's how to do it:
Buy a box of cake mix. Follow the directions on the box. If I can do it, then you can do it. I used funfetti cake for this one because I thought it would be pretty and it was on sale.
Buy a box of pudding mix. Make the pudding.
Buy some type of fruit. Cut up if necessary.
Buy some whipped topping. Get the generic brand. It's cheaper.
Buy some cookies that you can crush up in a big ziplock bag. Again, I went for some Golden Oreos that were on sale.
Break up the pretty cake you just made and put a layer on the bottom of a bowl. Then put some pudding, some whipped topping, some fruit and some cookie crumbles. Repeat the process.
Then eat it. Yum yum.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
me: OMG, I totally would not have liked you in high school!
Jake: I wouldn't have liked you!! HELLOOOO!! You make it sound like you would have had a chance had it not been for the gold chain. I've seen pictures of you!
me: whatever! those pictures were from middle school.
Jake: You were like one step above the kids that played Magic in the library during lunch.
He thinks he was just so much cooler than me. We also have this joke where he tells everyone we know that I was in a book club in high school. I wasn't. We didn't have a book club. I was in student council, national honor society, nation art honor society, and the mock trial team, but I WAS NOT IN A BOOK CLUB! Okay, I might have been in a book club if one had existed, but that doesn't matter. Wearing a gold chain trumps all of those other things.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I found this silly article that expresses my sentiments towards the amazing lava sauce.
It directed me to this website for a super secret reveal of the concoction, but then I realized I had to pay 99 cents for it and I can't decide if it's worth it or not. So I did some more research and found a recipe that requires a bunch of fresh ingredients and I thought to myself "I'm kinda lazy and I don't have any of these things so I'll continue my search. Besides, the Taco Bell sauce doesn't taste "fresh". It is obviously made of highly processed materials so I doubt this recipe will be any good."
So I searched again and found this recipe:
1 can of nacho cheese
10-15 packets of Taco Bell Fire Sauce or a bottle of Taco Bell Home Originals Hot Sauce
Mix them together and simmer over low heat for 10 minutes
This sounds doable.
I will try it in the very near future and report back on my results. If it doesn't meet my expectations I might consider paying the 99 cents for the "top secret" recipe.