Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Update on My Gardens

You're probably wondering how my herb gardening is coming along.

(OK, pretend you care).

The morning after I blogged about my new hobby: herb gardening, my entire parsley plant was gone.

Literally gone. The entire plant.

I'm pretty sure a rabbit ate it.

Despite this setback, I'm still really invested in my outdoor plants.

I've taken time this summer to tend to my flowers. It's been a learning process, but I can tell I'm getting better. We planted our Peace Lily too early in April and we almost lost it due to several nights below freezing. Luckily, I've managed to keep it alive!

I never thought I'd be interested in horticulture....(LOL at "horticulture")....but I'm always surprising myself.

I love to see the progress I'm making when my plants are doing well.

Brian is all too familiar with my previous failures in the horticulture department, so he is not yet convinced of my transformation in this area.

I recently proposed the idea of building a raised garden bed in our yard, and his response was an immediate "no."

Also, last week, he bought a container of succulents for our kitchen.

He said he got it for me because it "Thrives On Neglect."

Monday, June 15, 2015

Homemade Chips and Salsa

Work was brutal last week.

One day I was stuck in traffic for two hours, the next day I had a meeting until 7 PM. I had something going on every night.

Luckily, my boss was more than willing to give me some flexibility in my hours, so I'm really hoping I can start leaving the office earlier most days. Leaving for work before 7 AM and getting home later than 6 PM is treacherous.

Today was wonderful because I managed to be done around 3:45, leave work, run a couple errands, and still be home before 5! Since I had some extra time on my hands, I made homemade tortilla chips!

They are easy & delicious. It's a nice addition to Taco Night, and it only takes a few extra minutes.

Just cut up some corn tortillas, deep fry for a couple minutes (my oil was heated to 375), lay them out on a paper towel, and sprinkle with salt and/or chili powder.

A deep fryer isn't necessary, but if you don't own one, I HIGHLY recommend you get one. Brian got a fairly inexpensive one off of Amazon last year and we use it so often! French fries, fried chicken, etc. It's been worth every penny.

I also made the  homemade salsa last week using the Pioneer Woman's "Restaurant-Style Salsa" recipe. Just add everything in the food processor and voila! 

Chips, salsa, tacos, rice, and avocado...this is my #1 go-to dinner. 

Now if only I had a frozen margarita, it would be perfect!

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Long Hair is My Lifeblood

Big decision in the works.

I have a hair appointment on Thursday and I've convinced myself to get blonde highlights. I think.

I've had the same exact hairstyle for my entire life. Long, brown, and always worn down.

Here's a series of selfies:

My hairstyle from years 1987-2009 (pictured above).   

I got braver in my early twenties and went a shade darker.

Then I got even more brave and cut bangs. I had never had bangs, so this was HUGE.

And this past November, I did a major cut.

Well, major as in 6-7 inches.

I went from this....

To this....

 And I loved my short hair for all of two days.

Now that it's grown back out, I know better than to cut it short again. Long hair is my jam.

Recently I stumbled across the following picture on Facebook:

and I thought to myself "!!!!!!"

I'd also like her smile and her olive skin tone, but thou shalt not covet anything other than another woman's good hair.

FYI - I don't know this chick from Adam's house cat, so if she ever stumbles across my blog, I'll feel really awkward. Ummm.....

Hey girl! Love the hair!
The two day countdown is on.

If this doesn't turn out good, I'll be back to my normal brown color in a New York minute.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Our New Life or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

On March 22nd, Brian and I got the surprise of our lives when I took a pregnancy test.

(hint, hint - it was positive.)

Long story short, I had gone several weeks without realizing I was pregnant, so one of my first thoughts was "Damn those three margaritas last night that tasted so heavenly delicious."

Oh, and that 18-month, non-refundable gym membership I had just signed up for because I was determined to get into the BEST SHAPE OF MY LIFE?!

When a positive pregnancy test is the last thing you'd ever expect, it's hard to articulate the level of shock that comes with it. Even now - two months later - the whole thing feels very surreal.

At every doctor's appointment, I'm waiting for them to be like "We're just kidding! You're totally not pregnant!" And then maybe a reality TV crew will bust down the door and be like "SURPRISE!!!!!" and I'll just be sitting there like "Wtf, I knew it. My life is the Truman Show."

So, yeah.
That's how I would basically describe where I'm at right now.

If this pregnancy is in fact real - and alas, I'm pretty sure it is - I'd say I feel 99.9% like my normal, non-pregnant self.

The first trimester was a breeze.

While I'm excited for our new adventure, I'll let you in on a little secret - I'm not a baby person. I don't like babies. And neither does Brian. So you can see we're in a bit of a crisis here.

When it comes to taking care of a baby, Brian's all like "you got this, right?"

And I'm like....

I'm clueless when it comes to babies.

For now, I'm choosing to remain ignorant when it comes to...pretty much everything. I haven't read any books. I haven't done any research. My approach is called "Learn As You Go and Adjust As Needed."

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

On the day I found out I was pregnant, I took a long walk around the lake trying to process all of my emotions. I remember wanting to pray and ask God for a million things, but all I could manage to say was "Thank you, Lord."

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you one million times over.

Despite all the worry and fear and uncertainty and confusion, I felt a deep sense of gratitude.

On a separate (less sappy) note, I plan to keep the pregnancy blogging to a minimum. It may be miraculous and fascinating for some, but pregnancy is not my favorite topic.

And let's recap - I'm not a baby person.

Last I Googled, there are SEVEN BILLION people in the world and we all got here the same way, so my circumstances aren't exactly unique.

Is our child more important than the other seven billion people on Earth?
Is he or she God's gift to the world?

In a word: Yes.

But I'm not one to brag or anything.

Wasn't I the cutest?!