Christmas Snob

James asked me tonight what kind of stuff I wanted in my stocking and I wasn't even offended that after 4+ years of marriage the man might still be having some troubles.

You see, James does an amazing stocking. He's an expert, if I may say so myself.
He's creative and wraps every little thing so that everything is still a surprise.

He gets funny candy bars in the shape of santa and candy canes.

Everything looks as if Santa prepared it himself.

He's that good.

But here's the thing: I'm not your usual stocking person.

I love all the little things he puts in there but when it comes to the candy and cookies and any treat wrapped in plastic, I'd rather pass.

If you take me to the store to pick out a treat, I usually go straight for the artisan bread or the french bread.

So after a hunt for some miscellanious items that James needed we decided that I'm your stuck-up-too-snobby-for-your-awesome-regular-stocking person.

Let's just say that I would probably be the happiest girl if my stocking contained mini cheese rounds, croissants, a large bag of mandarine oranges and a big stack of magazines.
Who's with me??

True Love

True love means you meet your husband at Chuck-A-Rama at 8:30pm,

right after working out,

because he's craving it really badly but you're the one who's pregnant.

(Halloween 2007)

True love also means not getting mad at me

when I post pictures like this one on my blog

and talk about his cravings.

We're pretty lucky we have it.

Dear Husband,

Never ever let me eat this late at night again.

Even if there's a McDonalds within walking distance.

And I say I HAVE to have them,

and you feel like you need to be sweet and let me.

I'll pay for it the next morning,

and you my dear,

will unfortunately pay for it the rest of the day as well.

Sorry if I'm cranky.

Conversations with a mind reader

James: blah blah blah... and he was from Boston.

Me: So, what do you think you would call people from Boston?

James: That has nothing to do with what we are talking about.

Me: Would he be a Bostonese?

James: Just because Japan and Boston both end with 'n,' does not mean they are Bostonese.

How does he even know that's what I was thinking?!

Happy 3 day weekend!

(at least for us)

This is what happens when I think with my belly instead of my head

True Story

I had been craving this recipe.

At the botton it said it would cook in 20 minutes.

I was hungry, I didn't read anything else.

Long story short, we ended up eating at 10.

but the recipe was delicious.

And maybe if i had read the instructions,

I would have planned for a lengthier process.

Anyway, tomorrow I will post the recipe.

And you MUST try.

Specially if you're in the mood of using lots of fresh veggies.

But don't make it if you're planning on 20 minutes.

Your husband will die of hunger,

And you will feel really bad at his funeral.

Life Lesson Learned: Do not trust my instincts.

Read books instead.

Yesterday was a usual day.

Only it was April Fools.

So I went home made dinner

and waited for James to arrive.

I had an appointment at the Doctors for the pains I've talked about before.

He came home and told him the doc said I had lost a couple pounds,

I maybe had gastritis,

and that there was something else cooking in my belly.

SILENCE.

I made myself get a "glow" and smile from ear to ear.

I was so good I thought I was pregnant.

You should have seen his face.

He kept asking if I was serious and I was like YES!

And I was like "That's why I've been having all these pains!"

"There's a baby cooking in there!"

And I kept yelling BABY! haha.

And all he kept saying was "shut up, you're kidding"

"Are you serious? Don't lie to me"

And then when I couldn't do it anymore to the poor guy,

I yelled NOOOOOT!

And he looked at me, gave me a sad face, and said,

"BABE! You can't do that to me!"

And then I laughed like an evil person, and apologized.

Lucky for him, I spared him from

the doctor's pregnant slip I was going to give him.

I'm such a nice wife :)