curry in a hurry

I may or may not have made coconut curry last night for dinner and had bollywood music playing when Dave got home. (and did my best to dance like they do in the music video)

A few hints for next time:

Use less cayenne pepper, it will make it easier to eat. (and i like spice)

Make it at someone elses house, because me and my house still smell like curry.

Rent the bollywood version of Pride and Prejudice, it will add to the experience.

Learn how to make that bread, Naan? I love that stuff.


namaste.

Gethsemane

Easter is tomorrow. And to be honest, it is always good to have a reminder that Easter is about more than Reeses peanut butter eggs and Cadbury anything.

Back in October my husband I went to my nephews Primary program, and they sang a song I had never heard. It was so powerful and full of the spirit. It made us both cry. I have since been campaigning for our Primary to learn and sing it.

This version I found on youtube really doesn't do it justice. Just imagine a stage full of sweet little faces singing at the top of their lungs. Beautiful.




A sweet reminder of the love He has for us.

Happy Easter

hearts

Do you know what expression I do not understand? This is something a lot of people say that almost makes me cringe.



"In my heart of hearts"



Huh? Where did this come from? Why, oh why is it used?

We have one heart. Juuuuust one.

I know they are not meaning it literally. I still don't love it. What do they mean when they are saying it?



Fix it.




(apologies if you use this phrase. i forgive you. from the bottom of my hearts)

impressive

currently impressed by:

my texting skills.
i have a "smart phone" and it has that fancy schmancy swype texting. lovely little invention. however, every time i try and "swype" the word you, it comes out thou. i do this a lot. ive decided that it shows a higher level of respect to those that i text.

my ability to eat cookies.
girl scout cookies. samoas. husband doesn't eat them so he reminds me when they are gone that there is only one person to blame... ps- sugar cookies from smartcookie MUST be made with crack. it would be embarrassing to admit the actual amount of both kinds of cookies that i have recently consumed.

my ability to not vomit when a patient of mine does.
it is really gross. and it happens. vomit at the hospital happens a lot. but yet i have been able to NOT toss the above beloved cookies.

im assuming you are impressed too.

ps-forgive the lazy, no capitalization and no punctuation ect. or... just be impressed by it.

pps- its been awhile huh?

good thing.

One year ago today, I said yes.

And I am so happy that I did.



Here's to:

countless pans of brownies, thinking each other is hilarious, grown up purchases, trips together (and getting to sleep in the same bed), late night 7-11 runs, and all the other wonderful things saying yes brought.

xoxo

basement

I have been sick the last few weeks. You know, the man voice, stuffy nose, energy sucker, cough that sounds like a dog barking kind of sick. I sounded like death. Felt like dirt.

Turns out sick people don't really feel comfortable with a nurse coughing all over them. Whatev.

So I have spent the majority of time locked up in my basement on the couch. The first few days were not too bad. Pajamas and crappy TV without feeling guilty. Then it starts to wear on you. My skin lost its "I just got back from Cancun" luster (thank you in-laws!), my little chest got all too use to wearing no bra, and I'm not sure if my husband would recognize me if I put on makeup and I ran out of clean pajamas.
I got bored. I read a lot of blogs. Pretty sure I looked at all of your friends blogs. (you all have lovely friends) Looked at lots of crafting, fashion and food blogs. This all made me feel uncreative, backwards and hungry.
I reached an all time low when I found myself watching 3 episodes of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Yikes. More glitter and botox than I can handle. Pretty sure those stiff foreheads scared most the sick out of me.

I'm feeling better. Left the house. Returned to work. Wearing a bra and makeup. And feeling like I don't need to watch TV for a long time....


or at least till next wednesday (tell me you saw this weeks Modern Family?!)

my blog brings people together.

Really it does. No, really.

Back in May of 2009 I posted this. The important part there was me mentioning this cool chick who was going on 31 dates before she turned 31. She blogged about it. I liked.

Then, a friend of mine(from my mission, who I didn't think ever read my blog) saw it on my blog and told her brother about the dating extravaganza and he signed up to be date number 31 and now... they are getting married! Pretty darn great huh? I'm almost positive they will name their first born after me.

This all makes me very happy.

Thanks for all the Christmas cards we had in our mailbox this year. Kansas, you all are so good looking. Really. Pretty people and your pretty families. The cards are still on the fridge.

You may have noticed that we didn't send out cards. Yeah. I'm still working on our wedding thank yous. I know. It has been 6 months. I know. Don't judge me. According to etiquette I have 1 year.

Now, if we did send out cards, I may have added this picture. Because nothing says Merry Christmas like me makeup free, in pajamas that are a wee bit small and Dave in U of U garb.

Hope all of your holidays were as wonderful as ours!

xoxo

5 months

Over a month ago I had a dream. It started out to be a great one. It was a Ferris Bueller's day off with one of my bffs Serena.
It turned bad. The toilet was full of swimming triceratops that were out to bite. Then small children started to climb out of the toilet. They were followed by the Dalai Lama. Naturally.

I woke up in the middle of the night disturbed and confused. I was a little freaked out to be honest. AND I also had to tinkle. For a good ten minutes I tried to talk myself into walking down the dark hall to the bathroom. I couldn't get the triceratops, children and the Dalai Lama out of my mind.
So I nudged my husband, warned him that this was going to sound crazy, and then asked him to walk me to the bathroom.

He did. (Turns out there were no left over triceratops, children or Dalai Lama)

I am a grown woman. What? I have been walking myself to the bathroom for years.

Now...

it is kind of nice that I have a dark hall escort.

addicted

Dave and I have an unhealthy addiction to Modern Family. We discovered it this summer on Hulu. We spent many a minutes watching whatever episodes we could find online. We purchased Season 1 as soon as it was out and stayed up late watching it.

We love it. I think we have a crush on it. We both find ourselves bringing it up in casual conversation. Kind of like when you have a crush on someone and so you bring them up in conversation just to hear their name.

I don't even care that the show is kind of trendy right now. It brings me joy every Wednesday night. Chances are we have already tried converting you to watching it too.


I tried finding a video clip to give a taste, but couldn't find one to do it justice.

Just watch a little on hulu.




ps- Horror. I just read on another blog that they.... didn't like Modern Family. It saddened me.

This picture really doesn't have anything to do with the post. I just like it.

(Dave and my nephew Sammy. )

Me, my sisters in-law and my momma went to Vegas. Just the girls. Well, just the girls plus baby Sammy and baby Cole.


We did what most people do in Vegas. Ate yummy food, went shopping and stayed up late into the night beading jewelry. My mom brought a trunk full of beads and we created.

I must confess that I am somewhat of a disappointment to my mother. All my sister in-laws are much better at beading jewelry than I am. I was much more interested in stuffing my face and chit chatting. It is a good thing my brothers married wonderful ladies. :) She needs to pass on her talent.

Thanks for the good times ladies!

ps- My only regret is that Carolyn and I shared the PB Euphoria at Max Brenner chocolate instead of getting our own.

meals on wheels

Long day in spent in government buildings. (traffic school and dmv)
So naturally I needed something special to reward myself.
Pulled into In-N-Out to get a burger.
I felt a little sheepish when the drive-thru girl asked, "are you planning on eating in the car?" um... what she should have said is, "are you one of the fatties that can't wait to get home to eat your hamburger?"
I of course told her I would be one of the fatties.
Turns out they aren't just taking a poll of all of the slobs that come through. They gave me a "lap mat."

Lovely. I can set fries on my lap and not get messy.




I'm gross.

Colder please.

Dear Refrigerator Gods,

I was fine with our refrigerator breaking the day we got married. Really, I was. It meant I didn't have to clean it after all the usage by the single men (one especially messy one).
It was fun to pick out a new one with the husband. Cute. Our first big purchase.

I have loved the new fridge. All nice and new. Making ice and giving me filtered water. Keeping food cold and the freezer was a champ! Things that needed to be frozen were.

Then after a weekend away and a brutal night shift, when I came home to a smelly warm refrigerator and the damaged wood floors-- I just sighed and chuckled. Oh, such is life. I didn't even vomit when I cleaned it all out.

Today, however, I am annoyed. It can be fixed. But not until next Tuesday. Boo on that. I want my fridge to work. I want cold food. I want to eat something besides peanut butter toast.

Fix it. And I mean before Tuesday.

xoxo

smells like teen spirit

Guarantee that if you were to blindfold yourself and put ear plugs in that you would know if you were in a room with high school girls.... They smell like body spray and gum.

Really they do. They smell like they swim in body spray and then dry off with pieces of gum.



When I was in high school. Victoria Secret pear spray was all the rage. In fact I remember my sister in-law encouraging me to wear it on my very first date.



I don't even know what the rage is now.



What was your high school scents of choice?

Hi blog world,

I prayed Saturday night before going to bed that my shift for work would be cancelled. I ended up working 16 1/2 hours instead... I think my prayer was intercepted.

Dreamt last night that I was still in high school. Threw a party, and it was lame. Woke up feeling insecure.

Now all I want is a hot fudge sundae.

Love,

nannersbananners.

Made me happy

Shoe shopping last week. Had to get something for my poor feet to survive these 12 hour shifts. No way will I be purchasing crocs. I refuse to ever wear those hideous things.
I was trying on some good old reliable Danskos. The very nice shoe salesman measured my feet and then said something that would make any size 9 girl beam inside. "Your feet are petite." I wanted to kiss him. (Like the way you would kiss your grandpa.)

I have petite feet! :)

bambinos

So, I was just experimenting with making collages on picasa and decided that I needed to share some more pics of some adorable of lil children who also share a bit of dna with me.

cute huh?

spandex

I got a pretty sweet graduation gift from Dave. A pretty little rode bike and some spandex to wear while we ride.

Only been on a handful of rides, and I have to say that I have taken to wearing spandex. It is actually quite lovely. Especially the extra padding in the bum area. Not too shabby.

Love riding with Dave too. Eventually I need some gals to ride with, but I pretty much love riding with him. He lets me ride behind him so he takes most of the wind and most of all he tells me good job and gets excited for me when I make it to the top of a hill.



Did my first canyon Wednesday. We did not plan on going to the top when we started but I couldn't NOT finish it. My legs were on fire and I may or may of not have shed a few tears at the top. BUT it felt amazing!

(me at the top of emigration)

Got home and made this drink to celebrate. SO yummy!!

happy sabbath

Woke up early Sunday morning to prepare a talk.
30 minutes later remembered that we had plumbing problems the night before. No toilet today.
Tried to hold it for awhile. Maybe I can hold it till church at one? Not a freakin chance.
Hopped in the car, told husband I didn't know where I was going for sure, just had to take care of business.
Pulled into the Holiday Gas station. Ran in, relieved to see a bathroom. Disappointed that I had to ask for a key.
After taking care of "business" I was washing my hands and got startled by the image in the mirror. Greasy pony tail, crooked glasses and oh yeah, my shirt was inside out. Probably had eye buggers and I hadn't brushed my teeth either.
Came out feeling better. I bought some gum because I felt awkward.
Yep. Broke the Sabbath. Ox was in the mire. Don't judge.

PS- We have working plumbing now. Please feel free to stop at our place if you ever have a similar problem. No need to buy gum or feel awkward.

deep thoughts, sort of

The following things have gone through my mind today:

I hate it when I see a spider and I am naked. In the last week I have had 2 naked run ins with spiders while I am getting out of the shower. Being without clothes makes me feel vulnerable to the spider. Freaks me out. When I have clothes on I am a lot braver in the killing of the spider process.

My brother in-law is in the MTC. Thinking about him. Excited for him. Thinking about my own mission and missing how wonderful it feels to be a missionary. On that same note, happy to not be wearing pantyhose or knee highs.

My two new nephews that I need to cuddle.

My up coming dates with the sunshine and water. Happy!

Cooking. I think about cooking or food all of the time! It means more when you have a grateful husband to feed. (if you have a recipe site you care to share...do it.)

I talk too much. Haven't thought certain statements through. Foot in mouth.

I need to change my name officially. I have an identity crisis every time someone asks for my name.

I haven't had a snow cone all summer. Tragedy.



And those things are all my mind has had to offer today.