Differences

I've noticed some definate differences between Lu and I.  Let's take a look shall we?

His computer screen

My computer screen

His workbooks

My workbooks

His homework

My homework

His lunch

My lunch

(Okay, so we're tied on the lunches.)

His outfit


My outfit
(You already know I wear pajamas...sometimes.)

What he does

What I do

Do you see what I mean?

Letting Myself Go

Remember that seminary object lesson about a frog?  You know the one.  Put a frog into boiling water and he'll hop out.  Put a frog into warm water then slowly turn up the heat and he'll boil to death.  Well today I'd like to liken that to my life.  You've all heard the phrase "She's really let herself go."  Some of you have probably said the phrase yourself.  I used to think, how can people do that?  One day trendy.  The next day sweatpants.  And then it hit me.  No one wakes up one day and says, "Yeah, I think  I'll let myself go today."  It just doesn't happen like that.  It's the frog thing.  It's a process that happens gradually and slowly. 

Well, I woke up recently only to find myself on that slippery slope.  Now, please don't go looking for evidence in my blogs.  It's just that...well...I've been telling myself, it's normal not to put on makeup EVERY day.  To tell you the truth, that's been happening more often lately.  To feel better I've been reminding myself of all the money that saves.  I've even been venturing out into PUBLIC without makeup.  Some days, I've found myself wearing pajamas until noon.  One day this week I didn't even get dressed.  Then, a couple of days later I look down to find myself in sweatpants.  When did that happen?  I don't bother with anything more than side ponytails.  I used to hate ponytails.  I stop messing with contacts.  A box of Twinkies are hidden under my bed.  I start buying reaching sticks and frozen dinners at the grocery store.  I STOP grocery shopping and order my food online.  I get a cat.  A little later down the road I stop showering.  And then it happens.  Someone, a close friend probably, sees me and has that thought.  The thought that stereotypes me as THAT girl.  The thought that we've all heard and said.  "Boy, she's really let herself go."  The water is boiling, people.

ENOUGH!  I won't buy frozen dinners.  I will go grocery shopping.  I won't get a cat.  I will keep showering.  I won't buy twinkies...well, at least I won't hide the twinkies.  I won't buy sweatpants.  I will get dressed before noon.  I will wear makeup every day.  I won't be that frog!

Lookin' Good

I made this...I just thought I'd share.

Now We're Cookin'

Luis and I have been bummed for the past few weeks because we haven't been able to barbeque.  Then, Luis made this fantastic discovery at the nearby park.  Grills!  Free ones!  So, Saturday night, we bought some charcoal and lighter fluid, packed up our food, and headed over to the park.  As I began documenting our BBQ, I tried getting a good picture of Luis and the flames.  Don't ask me what Luis was doing with his face...or his hands. 

I tell you people, I married a very strange person. 

Once we got the charcoal briques nice and flamin' hot, we began to grill.

Oddly enough, I was really excited about eating my hot dog (I hate hot dogs).  But this frank had a mind of his own.  Not 5 seconds after this picture was taken, he slid off my plate into the dirt.  Sadly, we only had 3 hot dogs to begin with so...

Luis had to sacrifice.

We ended the night with, well, what else?  S'mores!

Overall, this BBQ was a roarin' success.  And what, may you ask, was the factor that provided this success?

Of course!  Antibacterial Wipes.

True Love

We, as in Luis and I, have been craving dutch oven peach cobbler.  Sadly, we have no available said oven.  However, there are recipes to make cobbler without a dutch oven.  I happened upon one of these such recipes recently.  It was called Peach Cobbler.  I found this recipe in my Crock Pot book which means, (if you are following along quickly enough you'll have already made this next conclusion) you use the Crock Pot to bake the cobbler.  So, I took out my baking supplies, donned my frilly apron, followed the steps, and voila!  Mush. 

Luis ate some...and said he liked it.  The next day, he continued to eat some...and said he like it.  The day after that?  You guessed it.  He ate some...and said he liked it.  My theory?  True love.

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Carrots

So, I've had conversations with people where I thought, "Boy, this guy needs to get a life."  You know these people.  They are the ones who think ironing is relaxing.  (If that's you don't worry...I must be talking about the OTHER people who think ironing is relaxing.)  Well today, I was peeling carrots and I heard myself thinking, "I like peeling carrots.  It's pretty relaxing."  Then, as I was taking pictures of the carrots and then me with the carrots I thought, "Yep, I sure do need to get a life."