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Let me begin with saying that this is three days late. I went to a couple of stores looking for lobster. I didn't find any and the only place that I knew that did have lobster was at Market Street Grill, which would have been a fortune. After much debate I decided to just get crab. Lobster/crab...same thing right? I have never cooked either, so I decided that either way it would be something new.
I was extremely over stimulated at the crab counter. Too many different choices, too many shoppers, and one obnoxious old lady struggling over a rack of ribs almost did me in. After getting home and calming down I realized that Crab is so easy to cook! Who knew? After boiling it for just a couple of minutes I dished up the claws along with pesto pasta with artichoke heart and capers. I also toasted some herb bread with mozzarella cheese on top.
After we smashed the claws and scraped out the crab we decided that we are not seafood people. We ate it all, but I instantly had regret. Anthony was asking way too many unappealing questions such as "Its weird, how do they move? They have no tendons and stuff." A Minute later he mentioned how it kept falling apart and how we were going to find the poor crabbies remnants for days all over the house. It all just got to me, the nastiness of it all. The pasta wasn't a good paring with it either. Basically I ate a lot of bread. Luckily we had coconut gelato for dessert. After cleaning up Anthony came up to me and gave me a hug and said "Thanks for trying." It pretty much summed up the night. I tried my best....and although I feel like I accomplished something, I still feel bummed. Heres the pics.....
This is the question of the day. I thought about this yesterday and after some pondering I have come to the conclusion that I have reason to doubt his ability to live on his own. I am referring to Anthony of course, and no I have no intentions of letting him live on his own anytime soon. This is the event that enfolded. It is short but it left me thinking.
Thursday night I was feeling as if I could not make another meal. It happens every so often in a young ladies life. The question of what to make for dinner is a constant concern but on that specific night I didn't even care if we went hungry. I passed the infamous Pizza hut on my way home from work and instantly realized that that was going to be my golden ticket for the night. I don't have any stories from that place which was a shock to me. All I saw was someone being arrested in the parking lot while waiting for my Pizza. It brought a smile to my face.
Sunday afternoon I was bunkered up in my bedroom reading a book and basically just enjoying myself. I usually make a pretty fantastic meal on Sunday afternoon but the previous days dinner blues were still lingering so I put the thought of dinner behind me and continued to read. Anthony shouted up from the stairs and said that he was going to heat him up some leftover pizza for dinner, "Would you like to join me?" I put my bookmark in my book and strolled downstairs. Here is where the question of doubt floated in.....
When walking into the kitchen I noticed two things. #1 The Pizza Hut box was still in the fridge. #2 Anthony had a Ziploc baggie with Pizza in it. "Where is that pizza from?" He gave me a weird smile and muttered some lie. I snatched up the baggie and realized that the pizza was warm. It soon occurred to me that it was from his backpack and that it had been there since Friday morning. He apparently did not eat it for lunch that day. This is disgusting! I was instantly appalled. I threw it in the garbage and then had to discuss with him why it was not okay to eat warm pizza that had been sitting out for 2 days. He was butthurt and a little upset that I had yelled at him. But in that moment I felt validated....in fact, I still feel as if I made the right decision. If yelling at him helped him to see that this is not okay, and that stunts like that could possibly make him sick, then maybe I should yell more often. He is not living in a bachelor pad, he is a grown up with a grown up career and for some reason I expect more from him.
I realize this is highly dramatic, but it makes me think. What if I go on a girls retreat for a week? Will I come home with a husband on the couch with food poisoning? I hope I can continue to instill the proper knowledge so he can eventually get through those nights without me...heaven forbid I am away for more than a night or two. Best of luck Anthony, best of luck.
This post is going to be gross....this is fair warning.
I have something to say. It's a personal matter that I'm sure all of us have gone through....when we were under the age of 10. This should not happen when we are an adult, over the age of 25. Earlier today I came in contact with a man. He had the biggest booger in his nose and I thought to myself:
#1 What is that? Is it actually the substance in question or is it a tissue shoved up there?
#2 How can you not feel that? Can you breathe? Do you need medical assistance?
#3 Where is your wife and why has she not said anything regarding this?
Let's make a pact shall we? If you ever see me with a huge substance in my nose, go ahead and let me know. Give me a wink, flick your nose, grab me a tissue, whatever gets the point across. And just to make things fair, I will do the same for you! Cuz that's the kind of person I am!
Let me begin by telling you a confession. I am terrified of staying at home by myself. I watch too many murder mystery shows on a regular basis and I read a lot of books, some are scary. This usually is not a problem, not a problem at all because I have a man at home. Well, my man was not home this weekend. Friday I was so tired from the week that I somehow managed to get through the night. I slept on the couch, my thought process was if someone came in the house and I was downstairs on the couch I would see them right off the bat and therefore I wouldn't be as scared as if I was upstairs and I heard them coming in. I really didn't think past that because of course they would kill me either way. I know.....dramatic right?
Saturday morning I got my bags packed and picked Shanna up. We decided to stay at the Inn in Logan since I had a wedding reception that I had to be to that was only a few minutes away. The reception was a bit awkward since I haven't seen this friend for years. I am glad that I went though, it was nice to see her so happy. I have one small story to tell that happened before we went to the reception.
I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Yes, it brings a ton of fun stories but at times the stories are not worth the awkwardness of it all. Here is the story. Me and Shanna just parked at the Inn and were getting our bags out of the car, I mentioned (basically shouting) to Shanna that "I HAVE THE WORST GAS EVER!" We are close you see, we do not keep any secrets from each other so I felt completely comfortable with sharing this minor detail with her. As I mentioned this I noticed that she looked shocked (really you are shocked at this? I thought) then I see from the corner of my eye another couple approaching us. They had parked right next to us. I about died! It was embarrassing and we couldn't stop laughing. I just thought I would share that. It took a lot to confess how disgusting I am. But it was a good time. We stayed in a really fantastic room. Anth had the camera so I used my phone camera and the quality is awful. My favorite part was the hammock! The least favorite part was the bathroom...the door was basically a stall door and its awkward peeing and knowing that it echoes J All in all it was a good trip and I am glad that I am picking Anthony up tonight.
Spending as little as possible
Hi, This is not an easy feat. I would like to start off by saying that I tried as hard as I could. Okay, so maybe not. The breakfast burrito and Starbucks (everyone knows that I get the non-coffee drinks right?) that one day was needed. I took Anthony to the airport at 530am and I was exhausted during my work shift. I did have to buy Kaylee a wedding present yesterday. And I was in Logan without food so I had to go to Iron Gate for dinner.....and then we had to grab dessert later. Lets sum this up, I DID AWFUL! I am going to do better this week. You wait and see. My goal this week is going to be interesting. I look forward to next week. I feel as if this week was unattainable and cruel. That is all.