This is What Happens When I Have to Make Decisions

Friday is the day we leave for Subway.
And I'm kind of dreading it.
Because I don't really want to die,
and James told me that was probably going to be
the end result.
Did I mention I am going to be the only girl?
That was a lie.
I'm just craving your sympathy.
But really, there's only me and another one.
So we might as well count us as one.

Is it me or do I sound a litte bit pathetic?

Typing this just made me realize that if I end up not going,
it will make me look like a loser.
So I'm probably going.
Because I'm having a case of low self-esteem
and need you to think I'm awesome.
Because I am awesome.
Not lame.

But you knew that

because you like me

no. you love me. right?

just nod.

This is What Happens when I'm left in the bathroom by myself while under the influence of drugs.

Yesterday, I looked in the mirror and found myself staring, completely perplexed.

While sitting there looking, I found that my face was changing. My features are becoming more mature and defined. My life is delineating me and molding me into this woman; a woman who is thoroughly enjoying becoming this person alongside a man who makes me happier each day. It's nice to think that 20 years from now I might find myself starring again, wondering where all those years went. Then I'll turn to James and remember that it doesnt really matter because we're still happy and he's still there; making me happy each day.

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.

This is What Happens When I Don't Read.

So I decided I needed to make cookies last night.

Funny thing is that I thought it was only supposed to make 2 dozen.

It made 4 dozen.

So I'm thinking of what to do with them.

It's the 30th of the month and I havent gone visiting teaching. So one dozen cookies always makes that better for everyone involved. :)

So now I have 3 dozen cookies.

Maybe try and take a dozen to the neighbors across the street.

Funny story- We've tried taking them cookies multiple times

and they are NEVER home. And we run into them at church

every Sunday and have never even told them.

Maybe is time we grow some.

They seem super nice.

So now 2 dozen.

(I'm really good at this math thing)

And guess what?

only one reasonable explanation

to what will be happening to the rest of them.

ME=EAT THEM.

This is What Happens When I am in a Good Mood

So maybe I just purchased this.

And maybe I am really giddy about it.

I mean look at it. And PLEASE look at the price tag.

It might make you jump up and down.

Or a desire to copy my findings might overtake you.

Just get it in a different color. They have a few.

This is What Happens When I Spend Time Alone

This weekend was marvelous.
Lots of me time.
Saw a good movie. And I dont even care that it got a "C-."
Spent time with James.

anddd...
Decided I need to paint all my walls.
Well, maybe not ALL of them, but maybe most?

What do you think?
Yeah, James didnt really love that idea.