things you'll never hear me say

1} this merlot is delicious.

2} i can't wait for the bachelor/the kardashians/the real housewives of who-gives-a-shit to come on tonight!

3} let's have meatloaf for supper.

4} ugh. i don't really feel like goin' to the flea market and digging through other people's junk.

5} kiddos shouldn't be told 'no' or get their ass tore up because it damages their psyche.

(or any other sentence involving the word "kiddos")

6} do y'all have diet pepsi?

7} that bike rider in his full spandex body suit is so hot that i don't even mind that he's all up in my lane, and backin' traffic up for a quarter mile.

8} we were in the same sorority.

9} your son looks just precious in his seer sucker bobbie suit. the tucks and fagoting really add to the detail, and that giant bunny really sets it off! 

10} they should take it easy on the boston bomber. bless his heart, he was too young to really know what he was doing.

{linked up with neely today}

why i love me some Jesus

i am a spiritual person, not so much religious, i don't think. people made religion. and some people get up on their pedestal with that shit, and let the self-righteousness begin! no thanks.
i have lots of friends who are agnostic, or just don't know if they should trust God or not, or just haven't really given it much thought, and they've asked me why? why do i believe in a God who allows pain, suffering, frustration and confusion? {it is definitely tough to imagine that God would allow us to suffer, but it is also easy to see why so many would be turned off to Jesus because of how some of His followers behave, unfortunately}

welp ... here's my thoughts ... 

some of us believe that God is in control.
some of us aren't so sure.
some of us {believers and non-believers} confuse religion with knowing God, and they are not the same.
i think that sometimes religion, and specifically the "law" of religion {and the judgement and hypocrisy}, drive people away from knowing the Lord.
and people who grew up with some form of  "religion" that they found to be so scarring and strict that they now want nothing to do with Jesus at all is even more cray to me. pretty sure that's not how Jesus intended it. knowing Him shouldn't be a set of rules where you feel like you can't breathe and if you don't follow 'em, He's gonna kick you to the curb. He's full of forgiveness, and He also always knows the true motives of your heart, frands - even if other people have no clue.

some don't talk about "religion" on their blog because they just don't have an interest, or they don't want to lose followers.
welp, it's your blog. you do you, shug.
to me, this is my blog, and if people don't care to read it, they don't have to. when i read people who think God is a crock, i politely click the red X and move on.
while i don't intend to "push" God on people, for me, He is my everything. He has gotten me through countless things that i know i wouldn't have been able to deal with otherwise, because i am totally weak. and He's the only one who has never, ever, ever failed me.
does that mean He always gives me what i want?
does it mean that i won't have consequences for selfishness and decisions that sprung from bitterness and greed?
of course not. that's stupid. believing in Him does not equal a free and painless ride through life.
it means that now you have someone to turn to, to listen to you, and to help you along the way, no matter how many times you screw up. someone who understands the ins and outs of your heart, even when you aren't so sure of it yourself.
as far as i'm concerned, it's a blessing that i know Him myself, i see it as a gift.
who am i to judge people for not choosing a relationship that i feel chose me to begin with?
i share my belief with those who seem to be hurting, and those who ask.
if they want to know more, they know where to find me. but, i am not going to worry over "their future" because ultimately God is in control. period.
that's how i see it.

some say that there's no such thing as a mistake.
well, of course there is ... mistakes happen all the time, that's how we learn and grow. otherwise, we'd all be perfect, right?
but i don't think there's a such thing as "accidentally getting off the path that was intended for you"
in other words, that mistake {and the lessons that were learned} are part of your path.
might not be the path you intended for yourself.
might not be the path you ever imagined yourself on, but if you think about it, everything in life is intertwined.
if you didn't go through this, you wouldn't have felt that, and you wouldn't have had a connection with so-and-so. you might not have moved here, or quit that job, or finally had enough and learned to stand up for yourself. the pain you went through might be what gave you the heart to have compassion for someone else instead of judging them.
some of the best friendships are formed because somebody made a mistake and needed someone to talk to, who understood the painful lesson that was being learned.

we could all do the what if's till the cows come home.
what if, what if, what if?
but, i know God has never given me something i couldn't handle.
i have watched the Lord work miracles in people very close to me that i just could not fathom ever happening. ever. i know that the strength to get through what they were facing simply did not come from them alone.
i have witnessed Him keep me from some damn stupid choices that would have ended in who knows what. i have begged Him in tears to deliver me from pain that i was just drowning in - from childhood until now. sometimes i don't even know what to pray, i just talk to Him and ask Him to help me. and He always delivers.
the key is finding a positive in every situation. find the positive in what resulted. find the positives in the people who are there to support you.
sometimes there's no explanation for your pain. period. there just isn't.

but for me, it is absolutely priceless to know that God had His reasons and He loves me still, and He's got a plan, even if i don't get it.
and it's human nature not to see or appreciate the sunny days if we haven't gone through the storms first.

when i think about how Jesus has my back, and listens to my prayers, {and i try to be real honest in my prayers - just like me & Jesus are chit-chattin' at starbucks, because He already knows anyway} and when i am tellin' him how i am mad at so-and-so and askin' Him to help me be patient and help me get over myself, i feel real snuggly in His arms, just like this lamb:

i've also spent a lot of time wondering how you can tell what God's will is.
well, that's just it.
it isn't black and white. but, there are some guidelines, frands.

sometimes we pray about something, and God leaves that door open instead of slamming it shut, so we think, "He wants me to do this", even if the bible specifically says not to. nope. i think that's you lyin' to yoself, shug. good luck with that.
take that road if you want, but likely, the meaning for it is far from what you think, and probably gonna be more painful than you bargained for. to me, the harder your head, the harder you fall.
i have learned plenty of things the hard way, myself.

and sometimes, it's not that we are blatantly disobeying what the bible says, rather, we just don't know what to do ... like taking a job or not, what city to live in, etc. neither decision is wrong, but, you just have to pick. sometimes God will let you know in His own way. but, sometimes, you just have to do something.
pick a path.
take a chance.
you'll learn what you need to learn.
you'll get to where you are supposed to be.
sometimes what comes from that decision is not at all what you thought. and it might not work out in your favor at all, but you had to go down that path to figure it out, and to get to a better place than you thought you'd be.

i also told my husband over the weekend, that even though i wake up feeling like, "what am i doing?", and that my life got derailed when i became unemployed from teaching, then lost a baby, then ended up working at the store, i also cherish the time i get to spend at the store because i enjoy that time with my father-in-law, and i know i wouldn't have that time with him if i had a teaching job. to me, it is a precious gift that i never would have intentionally worked out for myself.

sometimes we need to stop worrying about the what ifs.
find the blessings in your current situation.
do what's right by others, and the rest will fall into place.

and that's my two cents on how i'm glad that Jesus gots this thing called life, because hell, i don't.
it's why i'm faithful and trust Him {although sometimes i do have to remind myself}.

and this concludes this episode of Jesusing Around on the Blog, (hey steph)

deuces.

grits -n- greens ... put dis in ya mouf

because it's awesome.

I would love to give credit to the original recipe source, but I swear I have no clue where it came from. 

Some magazine. And then we made copies from copies from copies.

Lo siento, shugs. 

my extra two cents:

1) i have done both frozen and fresh collards. i recommend fresh. this time, i didn't have enough chicken broth to cook the collards in them, but i cooked them in water with salt and bacon grease, and then drained them as directed. shit was good. i also kept the collard green "broth" afterward, because it is excellent for cookin' grits, rice, etc. yummation. #callmecray

2) i recommend cooking the grits on a low simmer, like 2.5 or 3 ... it may take a little longer than 30 minutes to cook, but it makes for a creamier casserole. otherwise, on higher heat, the grits thicken quickly, and they dry out faster, and you have to watch that mo like a hawk and stir constantly or they will stick like crazy.

3) use a dutch oven rather than a stock pot if you can ... otherwise, stir constantly

4) i only used one stick of butter instead of two, and it was still plenty rich

5) don't cheat and use instant grits

6) you can do more or less collards - your preference, but don't mess with the portions on the part when you are cookin' just the grits

7) i like to eat mine with some sliced tomato with salt & pepper ... mmmmmmm

* ps - am i the only one who gets blake shelton stuck in my head?

i got a friend from new york city,
he's never heard of conway twitty,
don't know nothin' bout grits & greens, 
never been south of queens,

but he flew down here on a business trip,
i took him honky-tonkin' and that was it.
he took to it like a pig to mud,
like a cow to cud

no?
okay, just checkin'

yummy fish tacos

We got our recipe from Better Homes & Gardens Special Edition Pink Plaid: For Breast Cancer Awareness {i highly recommend!} but i found a similar one here at bhg online. {the recipe written out below is how we made it.}

Ingredients
 
1 lb fresh or frozen skinless fish fillets {we used cod}

2 tablespoons butter

1/4 teaspoon ground cumin

1/8 teaspoon garlic powder

1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper

Directions

Thaw fish, if frozen. Rinse fish and pat dry with paper towels. Cut fish crosswise into 3/4-inch slices. Place fish in a single layer in a greased shallow baking pan. Combine butter, cumin, garlic powder, and cayenne pepper. Brush over fish. Bake in a 450 degree oven for 4 to 6 minutes or until fish begins to flake when tested with a fork.

In addition to the fish, we:

diced up some fresh mango
made some slaw {i just used cabbage, mayo, pickle juice, salt & pepper - sorry, didn't measure anything out}
smashed some avocado
sliced some lime for juice as a final topping

we added a little salt to each one, and i thought they were heaven in my mouth!

life lately ... and thug kitchen

got a hankerin' here lately for some deviled eggs, y'all.

a friend of mine has me hooked on these damn stephanie plum books by janet evanovich.
and, i checked the great gatsby out from la biblioteca. i read it in high school and remembered liking it. that's about all i remember about it.
me and the hubs rarely go to the movies, but this is one i look forward to. hope it doesn't disappoint.

sometimes i get a little carried away takin' pics of reflections - be it water or pictures on the wall.
it's the little things.

the water thing.
on a scale of 1-10, i give myself a 6.
and a half.

these little worms are cute.

but annoying as hell when i'm tryin' to get my walk on.

and, yesterday at the store, i felt somethin' crawlin', and i grabbed it and looked at it. at first thought a booger had somehow landed on my neck. then i realized i had smushed one of these fellas on my skin, and screamed like a bitch.

this is still. goin. on.

please let the owner of the plumbin' company who is here as we speak, be able to fix the continuous trickle of hot water comin' from our tub. 

third time's a charm?

and lastly,

have y'all heard of thug kitchen?

if you love some veggie cookin', and some ummm ... non-traditional cooking blog dialog, then this is your place.

as long as you don't mind super frequent f-bombs.

this ain't no martha stuart kinda outfit.

stephanie, my yankee friend - she totally blogged about this shiz today as well.

great minds ...

{image below is from a carefully positioned screen shot}

happy wednesday, 'lumps.

how to be an awesome spouse - 10 easy steps

1) when your shugpie is deep in sleep, shout out random things like, "TOO MUCH TURD TALK!" then yell, "WHAT?!" when they try to wake you from your madness

2) be sure to carry at least two, possibly three beverages on every road trip - even if it's only right down the road. make sure that they are all half open, but not gone, so that your shugpie can't justify throwing them away. fill up all the cup holders in the vehicle so that there is nowhere for your shugpie to put their phone. it's also a good idea to keep at least three half-consumed beverages open in the fridge so that they take up much-needed space.

3) drink too many adult beverages when already in a hormonal state. make sure to do it in public - either in a bar, or at someone's party. then when your spouse tries to comfort you and calm you down. flip your shit and cry like a lunatic.

4) when it's time for lunch, eat by the stove while you cook, so that your plate and your body are blocking the microwave. don't move to any other spot on the counter, because you need to be close to the pan where your tortillas are heating up - one at a time. your spouse can just heat their lunch in the microwave that you're blocking after you are done with your lunch. eating together is over-rated anyway.

5) find something on the tv that your spouse wants to watch. at first they won't even notice because usually you two don't have the same interests regarding tv time. then, when your shugpie gets good and interested, be sure to stand 2.5-3 feet in front of the tv so that your spouse can't see anything that's going on. be sure to yell loudly about every 28 seconds to emphasize that something awesome is being missed out on.

6) take tons and tons of photos of your spouse without their permission, because you think they are just the cutest widdle thing. then, post the photos on your blog.

7) when on long road trips, choose an indie rock station in which all of the songs involve extreme repetition and sounds that your spouse refers to as "racket". listen to approximately 9 or 10 of these songs in a row. flip shit when your spouse attempts to turn the station every 10 songs, because this song, like every song, is your favorite.

8) when on long road trips, plug in your ipod and choose loud, thuggish, gangsta songs, most of which your spouse never heard until meeting you. turn that shit up. LOUD. go psycho when your shugpie tries to turn the volume down.

9) at bedtime, before you crawl under the covers, and you notice that your spouse is visibly sweating - either because you can see it, or because they grab your hand and force you to touch the sweat, refuse to turn the air down. when your shugpie takes off downstairs to turn it down anyway, follow them, so you can monitor the situation.

10) when your shugpie plans a fun evening out for the two of you, per your request, stand in the closet, staring at all your clothes and whine about how you have nothing to wear because you are so fat and you feel ugly and you don't feel like fixing your hair or makeup. then fight tears because you feel fat and ugly. dream about being skinny and smokin hot. immediately after, down a hotdog, fries, and several beers.

 

11) laugh. at yourself. at your spouse. at what life hands you. squeeze your shugpie. tell em you love em, and that no matter what cards y'all are dealt, you wouldn't want to go through it with anybody else. praise God. never forget that your shugpie is a blessing that He picked out just for you, shug!

did you just call me childless?

so, i've sort of done a 180, since october (of last year). we got pregnant fairly quickly, then found out it was ectopic at 8 weeks, and i had a surgery to remove the pregnancy and my left fallopian tube.
there was no explanation for it, it just happened. but, doctors said everything about me still looked good, and they felt very confident that they'd see me again soon, with a healthy pregnancy.

for the first two months, i was afraid to try again just because i was freaked out about what all my body had gone through.
then, we went back to counting days, stalking my blood sugars, watching everything i ate and drank. i say we, but really it was just me. my husband never put the pressure on me, i did that to myself.

meanwhile, i unfollowed a lot of people on facebook because i was sick of seeing pictures of every time their kid ate a cheerio. i felt like a bitch, but it was what i did to keep myself from being the even more disgusting, pathetic, feeling-sorry-for-myself version of myself that i hated even more that the bitter bitch version of myself.

after losing our baby, i learned of two other couples who were pregnant, and i felt pouty and whiny and jealous. it was weird because while i wasn't mad at God, and i wasn't really even mad at them, i wanted to be mad at something.

my feelings of jealousy turned into feelings of guilt and sorrow, because like ours, those pregnancies did not go as planned.

now ...

i don't know exactly what i feel.

i feel grateful that the Lord only gave me what He knew i could handle.
i feel exhausted - from hearing about babies, seeing babies, thinking of babies, and being asked about babies.
{no disrespect to those who have checked on us, we do appreciate it!}

i'm beginning to feel like actually getting pregnant and having a healthy pregnancy for 9 whole months is about as likely as winning the fucking lottery.
i'm sure that sounds nuts to those of you out there who have kids, and especially to those who had them by accident, or on the first try. and to those of you who wonder what's so difficult about getting knocked up and bringing a baby to term. and those of you who bitch and complain about how annoying your kids are all the time.
i want to slap the ever living shit out of people who make careless, thoughtles comments about how childless people don't get it.
or when people who talk to you about how you need to have tons of kids, when they know you lost one already. like, wtf do they think we are doing? not having sex? that we have no idea where babies come from? that we are intentionally waiting until we are 50 to start trying?
welp, they'd be right about that - childless people don't get it because THEY DON'T HAVE A CHILD.

i can imagine that having a kid, much less more than one will drive you ape. the shit looks exhausting. and, i'm 100% certain that it is. and one day, if we are so blessed to have a child, i will be tired as hell too, and i will probably wish somebody would babysit my kids so i can drink a beer in peace. so sue me.
honestly, i am torn between the perfectionist in me being mad because my body "couldn't handle it". it bailed on me. just screwed me over ...
and on the other hand, i'm thinking, "oh my God, we are never going to be "ready" for this. i'm too selfish. i'm not bringing my kid a special version of everything everywhere we go because i've taught them that they can have it. i'm not going to be nice to people when they deliberately do the opposite to/for my child than what the hell i just got out of my mouth. i'm not taking on a bunch of random clubs and shit i don't want to do because all the other moms are doing it. maybe all this makes me a bad mother. maybe God thinks i am too much of a bitch to be responsible for raising a child."

i feel fine.
i feel totally fine.
to the point that i don't even want to think about the word 'baby'.
i want to drink beer.
i want to drink diet mt. dew.
i want to sleep late.
i want time with my husband.
i know when a baby comes we will never be alone again, whether our child is physically with us in our home or not. 

i can literally name 15 people that i know personally who have recently suffered a loss, or took forever and a day to get pregnant, and quite frankly, it just seems like, why bother to be anal about it and be super careful? it doesn't get you anywhere. what the hell is in the water? i seriously feel like all these older people from generations before think us childless folks are crazy because they had like 5 kids.
well, if y'all figure it out, let us childless folks in on the secret.

all of these thoughts have me pissed off and on the verge of tears at the same time.
but, i'm not going to cry, because what good will that do?
and more importantly, our tub is still dripping, and i don't want to be in tears when the stupid plumbers come back AGAIN.

the biggest bitch of all, is that i would swear to you that i am completely and 100% T-totally FINE.
i have seen others suffer much, much, worse.
but, it is what it is.
and i have been fine. really. almost like i dreamed the shit.
then, BAM! on some days, it just hits me.
AND I HATE IT.
i found a survey that the hospital sent me months ago, and i really wanted to fill it out because the nurses, doctors, and everybody at that hospital were absolutely amazing. a true blessing.
but, of course, as i'm filling it out, it all came flooding back, and here i am typing like a maniac.

so, if you happen to see me having a random meltdown at an inopportune place at an inopportune time,
get over it.

now, i'm off to check out of my own head and into my stephanie plum novels ...

plumbers, ryan lochte, and coregasms

a few things.

- one -
it is safe to say i am fully addicted to diet mt. dew. sometimes i can force feed (force drink? force water?) myself water and eventually get used to it, and actually want water. people who just get up out the bed and think, "ahhhh, water!" {anj davis} blow my mind. it's not that i hate it so much, it's just that i'd rather have something more delicious - like ice cold diet mt. dew in a can, but bottle works if there's no other choice. my dmd madness has been on in some form or another since high school. :( i used to be a teacher's aid in fourth period, and all we {me and the teacher} did was drink cans of diet mt. dew from the teacher's lounge. but, i think my dmd problem is much more than caffeine. y'all, even when i drink the caffeine free ones, i feel all jazzed up like i can blog for years, typing 94857348798 words a minute, after i run a few laps.

now, before the preachin' starts, i KNOW how terrible diet drinks are for you. hell, i can't even sit indian style. i'm pretty sure there's a strong correlation between the poison in diet drinks/me being crazy dehydrated and the fact that my joints are locked up tight.

i don't think quitting cold turkey is gonna get it. my plan is to force myself to drink my orange juice jug of water everyday. and, if i want a diet drink, i can have it. but, i have to drink the water regardless. hopefully, one day, water will sound more appealing than DMD.
thing is, i never start with the water until supper. :/

as i write this, it's 4:09 pm, and i've had some light cranberry juice/diet ginger ale and a .......

diet mt. dew. and no water. 

YET.

- two -
did y'all know that doing crunches can give you a stronger core?
 and a coregasm?

I mean, I don't have an mba from chapel thrill or anything, but something about this ain't addin' up. else, we'd all be walkin' around with abs of steel, no? 

- three -
somebody gave ryan lochte his own show.

from the trailer he totally seems like an arrogant prick.

might be aiight to watch on mute, kinda like most of channing tatum's movies.

- four -
i hate when people need to be in and out of your house.

see, what had happened was a little drip here, a little drip there = hole cut in wall, and hole cut in downstairs ceiling to fix the wet spot in the sheet rock.

awesomesauce.

i wanted to take a shower after my walk in the blazin' hot sun today. but, i was afraid they'd show up, knock, and then after i didn't answer, let themselves in, and come upstairs while i'm in the shower that they are workin' on.

no bueno.

no need to repeat that time at state when i may or may not have gotten out of the shower and stood in front of a window {which faces nothing but a roof!!} and dropped my towel and proceeded to put on lotion. part i didn't realize is that there were like 5 construction workers repairing the roof.

absolutely. wanted. to. vomit.

and skipped an important class because i was too embarrassed to walk outside for the rest of the day.


- five -
i often think, 'if i could just write a book, anonymously, we'd be rich, no question.' but, i'm still afraid the people that it was based on will figure me out.
i was talking to my friend the other day, and she suggested that in the meantime before i write my own off the wall, i-couldn't-make-this-shit-up books, that i read these:



so, i went to the library {the library, y'all!!} and checked 'em out. i have not been in a library not on a school campus in years, and man, do they smell awesome, or do they smell awesome?


so, whatch'all been up to?

i almost have no words

clearly a school whose basketball uniforms involve argyle doesn't lack confidence, 

but this ad says more than i ever could.

if you want to get in badly enough, maybe you could make up some classes you didn't take, or turn in some essays that somebody else wrote. 

i hear they get down like that in chapel hill.

 okay, maybe that last bit was uncalled for.
but this ad is a bit much, tarheel lover or not.

life's short. eat the hotdog.

i came across this post over at brilliant bonnie's (clearly, she has a smart hubs too), and i got to thinkin, it seems so obvious, yet most of us don't have this perspective on missing out, right? if you are too lazy to click the link, basically, her hubs was saying that there's really no such thing as missing out. everybody's got their path to walk based on choices and events that led them there ... so you are getting what you are supposed to experience - there is no "missing out". 

i couldn't agree more.

it's so easy to think that you've missed something. made a wrong turn. somebody else's job is better than yours. they have a better husband. a better wardrobe. a better social life. a better blah, blah, blah.
but, you are deceived, my friend. they might have some of these things, but not all of 'em.

problem is, when you venture out to see what's so good that everybody else "has", you tend to be blind to the blessings in your own life. and worse, you might have effed it all up by the time you realize it.

i've spent a good part of the last year being obsessed with having a baby.  obsessed with perfect blood sugars. obsessed with what may or may not cause things to go right or wrong in a pregnancy. or in even getting pregnant in the first place. i wouldn't drink too much caffeine at a time. or alcohol. i'd feel guilty about eatin' a damn hot dog, or deli meat, y'all.

i've also agonized about the lack of job that i have in a career path that i don't even like. i feel guilty for majoring in something i don't want to do. i look at girls my age in heels and suits doin' corporate america and that makes me want to jump off a cliff too. but they have nice clothes and plenty of money, right? ugh. still. not worth it.

i used to be afraid to hit publish because of the large variety of people who read this blog - family, church friends, former co-workers, current co-workers, creepers who used to be a part of our lives who aren't anymore. people who read it and roll their eyes at how lame i am. whoever.

eff all that. i'm letting go of these things. life's short. people might get it. they might not. it's my life and they'll get over it. and if they don't, oh well. as long as i'm not intentionally hurting others, i'ma do me. and it feels good. you should try it if you haven't already. i admire older people who have no filter. they just say it. i think, 'hell, why wait? let's get this party started now.'

i have an amazing husband. i laugh every single day in my marriage. i know my husband would do anything for me. i am pretty healthy overall. i know with certainty that Jesus has my back. some parts of this life will never, ever make sense. and, that's okay.

i am learning to accept that. i try not to be around people who get on my very last nerve any more than i can help it. again, life's too short, and you can't fix people.

life's life. it's gonna be good, bad, frustrating, inspiring, breath-taking, maddening, and ironic among a million other things. but you only get one. live it. but do what's right. follow the golden rule. don't chase after people who don't chase after you. don't mistakenly think that everybody else has got all their shit together. i promise they don't. we all got somethin. it's a guarantee.

so live it up.
eat the hotdog.
paint your walls some obnoxious color. it's your house.
wear what you want.
if it makes you feel better, then cry about it - even if it doesn't make one ounce of sense.
do something good for your body and your mind.
clean the shit out of your house every now and then. this urge strikes me rarely, but man i feel good when it's finished.
be glad that your life turned out the way it did.
i know i can look back at some shit that i thought seemed like a good idea, and i laugh at how crazy that shit was. glad God's got it together because i obviously don't. 
make no apologies unless you've done something wrong.

remember:
" 90% of the stuff you worry over, ain't gone happen anyway ... the other 10%, you can't change ... so, there ain't no point in worryin' about none of it "
~uncle herman

happy tuesday, 'lumps.

weekend

we celebrated our anniversary this weekend.

if you know us, you know i hate to dress up, and i think fancy dinners are stuffy and dull.

to those of you who love that kinda thing, party on.

1 - flowers!

2 - @ home on thurs, our actual anniv//ps: whiskey helps pms back pain.

3 - cheerwine from penguin drive-in

4 - hubs & wife bevies

5 - got sick of the gf joint, so we went somewhere else where i fell off the gf wagon. #ilovebluemoon

6 - at the bar/family name

7 - such a sweet card

8 - plain tart with strawberries, pineapples, almonds & walnuts

9 - a gluten free pancake!

our weekend was hotdogs, burgers with bacon, onion ring & pimento cheese, cheerwine, diet coke, red bridge, guinness, the annoying sound of kids throwing a basketball at a sports bar, blue moon, menstrual emotional flare ups, coffee, huevos rancheros, a long nap, a sunday drive, 

knowing with 10000% certainty that i married a damn good one.

ps - charlotte peeps, have y'all seen the new "back in only" parking spaces around central avenue?

maybe i been livin under a rock, but my mind is blown.

brilliant.

what if slash and otis were at the same party?

and we threw in some sam and some betty and a few others.

 

i say word.

here's some of my favorite "omigyahhhhh, turn it up, roll the windows down, ahhhh" songs:
{warning: it is a random mix}

happy friday, 'lumps.

four years on 4/4

dear andrew shugpie davis,

i just wanted to let you know that you mean the world to me.

every single day, i look at you and wonder how on earth i am so blessed to be your wife.

you take care of me.

you stand up for me.

you put me first.

you deal with my to-go cup and traveling beverage needs.

you don't break my phone or camera when i take pics of you for this here bloggy.

you think i'm hot with all my pump and sensor gadgets and gizmos and surgery scars.

you hug me when i cry.

you never stop having hope and being positive, even when i don't.

in a world where vows are just part of a ceremony, and marriage is something you can get out of, or do three or four times, i'm so thankful to God for giving me someone who takes this thing we've found as seriously as i do.

i have no doubt that we've been given something that many people spend a lifetime looking for.

you are my #1 {after Jesus, of course ;) }

i love you very much.

anyone who knows me knows that i am the most indecisive person on this earth when it comes to life decisions ... but marrying you was one thing i've never had an ounce of hesitation about.

i love you anj!!!

fast & easy. sign me up.

y'all.

the other day, i made chicken salad, and i always save the broth.

{i always salt the water real good before i boil the chicken}

and i had this random cravin' for egg drop soup.

i googled several recipes, and i left out the corn starch because i don't care about the consistency.

i just care about the taste. 

anyhoo, i just boiled the chicken broth that i already had, threw in some finely diced onions to boil as well {didn't have any green onions on hand}, and slowly stirred in some whisked eggs {i used two egg whites and one whole egg, but you can use whatever you like}

and BAM!

delicious.

this makes me happy because i am all the time wanting something to eat, but not something really carby. this has a little protein too!

win. win.

this may be the shortest post ever.

and maybe y'all don't care.

but, i'm tellin you.

this is easy.

and good.

mmmmmmmmmmm.