The BIG blind

A few weeks ago Jord and Ash invited Jor and I to go up to Ashley's families cabin. It was gorgeous and after we came home Jor was already on the computer calculating how much it would cost to one day own a cabin like that. Let's just say a teacher's salary ain't getting that anytime soon. But, I'm okay with that. We can just go to Ash's for now.

The trip consisted of:

P-P-P-POKER faces (which, I've realized, I am completely awful at. It's hard! It was like every time I had a hand even remotely decent, which apparently I really don't know what a good hand is- ANYWAY. I would get all bubbly and giggly and not quite sure what I was trying to do with myself- )


Ash staying up way past her bed time and obviously enjoying every minute of it


And lots of chips and dip and sleeping and being introduced to cracklin' oat bran which frankly I'm not that happy about and more sleeping and some boggle

and then some pulling our men on the hills with some "hey wants some snow with that dirt"? Because there wasn't much snow, it was mostly dirt.

Please look at these faces


We looked for beavers

( now... I think he's doing this oh so manly-bird-walk because he's worried he's going to fall into quick-mud. I secretly wished he would have so I could have got that on camera)

oh, look, two of my favorite people


(above) I thought I looked so good here I didn't think I could leave it out

next adventure: the hunger games

The instant feel-good

DO change into your workout clothes

DO turn on Beautiful by Akon (stop- don’t judge, make fun or –-just turn it on)

DO turn it up loud

DO go ahead and dance a little

DO pump some iron on that new weight set you got from KSL

DO in-between sets – dance a little more

DO be manly, sweat a little

DO get excited when your honey walks in the door and dance a little with him too

DO document this moment, you working out, ‘cause this is a special occasion

Is there anything better than KSL? I think not. Wait, dancing alone to Akon… now that may be comparable.

Just me and my kitchenaide

Do you ever feel like all you do is stand in the kitchen? At least, when you're actually graced with the opportunity to be home? Sometimes, especially at that wonderful 28 day mark- it depresses me.
I feel like I am never, ever home, and when I am home, I'm either packing up breakfast and a snack for work- putting together lunch for Jory and laying out multi-vitamins (gotta have a healthy prostate! Jory- not me.) Or I'm running home, through the door- throwing my pants and shoes on the stairs while bowling pasta and chopping that ever so frustrating GARLIC (which I complain about daily so I don't know why I just don't go buy a stupid garlic press).

If it's not cooking, blending or mixing, it's cleaning and rinsing and wiping off counters.

Speaking of wiping off counters, please don't judge me for what I'm going to say next. I had peeled some cucumbers like 2 weeks ago and cleaned up most of my mess but seemed to miss a cucumber peel, so sat it on the counter over night and cemented itself to the counter. Every day I would spray it with cleaner, to soak it up so I could wipe it off, and I would leave to do something, then- forget to wipe that wretched thing off the counter. The cleaner would evaporate and peel would then again, cement itself to the counter. I finally got that stupid peel off the counter today, after many soaking attempts. I'm so relieved.

I really love to cook, so I know that I am putting myself in these situations where I never leave the kitchen, but some days it gets overwhelming and I feel that my life revolves around work and food. And really, life just shouldn't revolve around work and food. And if it does, exercise has better get itself into this lifestyle or I'm going have to make some drastic changes with all this darn food in our lives.

I do feel like I have learned a lot about cooking these last few years, though. But, this week I realized I have a long way to go. And I learned it from Jory, who never cooks, so that kind of popped my little balloon of "feeling like a experienced chef", or whatever.
To make a a long embarrassing story not so long, if something called for something is oz- and I didn't have it pre-measured, I would put it in my measuring glass that had fluid oz on it. I thought they were the same thing.
They're not. And Jory laughed. And I just felt really stupid. : )
That might explain a lot...

cold sweat

heart's pounding
hands icy and clammy
hair's standing straight up from his fingers constantly nagging and pulling at it
pillows are thrown around the room
the air is heavy

what's going on?! is what you're probably wondering to yourself...

a fight? a terrible injury, perhaps?

Yeah.. no...

the 49ers are playing...

and the score is ... well i'm really not quite sure about that- but let me tell you it was intense

Let me rephrase that, everything involving Jory and the t.v. was intense. That poor guy was on a emotional roller coaster, screaming, laughing and at times seriously almost in tears. I wish I could have recorded it, because it was possibly one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
At first I was thinking I needed to call someone to find out if this was healthy, his hands were seriously ice cold from all that football drama. I get pretty into my t.v. shows.. but nothing like this! What is it about sports that turns our men into junkies?! Ha ha.
I was making dinner in the kitchen while he was watching and I would just stand there in awe while he'd be jumping- gripping pillows and lifting them up and down over his head. Please tell me you can picture this.
He tries to teach me the rules of the game and bless his little soul he's so patient with me. I really don't mind watching football though, I can honestly say I can sit through a whole game with him... if it's at our house, and the 49ers are playing, and Jory acts the way he did last night, I could be entertained all day!