Is it weird that I get excited for American Idol each week?
It has become something that I look forward to every Tuesday.
Plus tonight’s episode will be extra special.
Well our good friends Chris and Kelsey are back in town from NWA and will be watching the show with us.
What is better than good food, good friends, and semi good singers?
We were supposed to go out to eat, but then due to Kelsey’s extreme obsessive desire to watch every episode of American Idol we decided to order in and eat in front of the TV.
Because what’s a better way to catch up with friends than to have your eyes glued to the TV?
But who am I to talk? I fully understand extreme obsessiveness. Kelsey’s obsession with AI might be a little bit worse than my obsession with Ry Ry.
Speaking of that obsession, I have decided I might need to tone it down a bit.
Sunday at church I saw Luke before service and I commented that his outfit was just a little bit too casual for a worship leader who would soon be on stage in front of the whole church.
“Well I remember Ryan having a casual clothing night on American Idol, if he can go casual once then so can I”
I think someone might have some Ryan issues.
Seriously, what male on a Sunday morning remembers what Ryan Seacrest wore on American Idol like two months ago?
Apparently my husband.
And it’s probably my fault; I may have created this monster and it’s time to deal with it.
Plus, my love for Ryan might be fading, or perhaps it’s not just limited to him.
You see, the other night while watching DWTS I found myself cracking up hysterically at every little joke the host Tom told.
I looked over at Luke and casually said, “Oh I just love that Tom”
That’s when Luke brought to my attention, the fact that I have a strange infatuation for corny hosts of reality TV shows.
Perhaps this was an intervention?
I can’t help it, their cliché jokes and charismatic personalities just get me everytime, and leave me wanting more.
However, I only have one place in my heart for a guitar playing, music singing, crazy-haired Indian.
Even if hosting a reality TV show may not be in his future.
But I must say, I don’t think Tom on DWTS would ever have a casual night.
I’m just saying……
Enjoying our dinner:
Saturday morning I woke up to some unexpected news:
He had a great time playing all of his old school Nintendo games on Saturday.
I knew it was going to be a good day when my 25 year old husband threw his fist in the air and yelled "YES! the rat king is dead!".
At one of our wedding showers my grandma gave me a recipe book filled with some of my favorite recipes that she prepared for me while growing up. I use it all the time!
After I got good at those recipes and became a little more confidant in my cooking abilities, I started seeking out new recipes online and trying out new dishes.
One thing I love about blogging is all of the great recipe blogs, and I love when blog friends share their favorite recipes.
I found myself using recipe blogs so much, that I went and bought a notebook so I could print out all the recipes and keep them in my very own notebook. I use it all the time!
One of my most favorite recipe blogs is of course Mimi's Making Meals.
Tonight I tried her Stuffed Pepper Soup. Can you say AMAZING??
It was SO amazing and SO easy to make! We gobbled it right up!
Here I am preparing the soup. This is what I look like at 7:00 at night, I have not applied makeup since 6 in the morning and I put sweats on as soon as I get home from work. Please excuse my look.Luke loved it! Here he is at our kitchen table. There is no room in our apartment for a table so we eat all of our meals on the couch. Tonight was the perfect night for this soup, it is cold and rainy here. We are supposed to get a wintery mix of snow and ice tomorrow.
The university that I work at even cancelled classes tomorrow afternoon! How crazy is that?!!? Nothing has even happened yet, and they already cancelled I thought it was kinda weird.
But I have the afternoon off, so I am fine with it! I plan on going shopping and using gift cards that I got for my birthday!
Forever 21 here I come!!!
Yay for a snow day in March!!
Tonight we got home from our small group only to find that our DVR cut off the last 6 minutes of both Lost and American Idol.
There was yelling, screaming, and gnashing of teeth.
After I picked myself up from my puddle of tears, I decided that 54 minutes of Lost and 1 hr and 54 minutes of American Idol was better than nothing.
And I only have myself to blame because our DVR is completely full and out of room for more shows.
I'm telling you, keeping a DVR up to date on watched shows is hard work.
There just aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done.
So we watched the 54 minutes of Lost and a good friend informed me on the happenings of the last 6 minutes. Pretty heavy stuff. If you don't watch Lost I strongly suggest you start from season 1 and catch up. It's pretty much the best show ever.
Next I watched American Idol and LOVED Motown night. Seriously. That's some good music.
And once again it got my little mind thinking, and I started begging Luke to try out for me. I just want to know what song he would sing, because I think he would pick a song somewhere from the Motown world.
And I think he would rock it.
I have no idea why he insists on keeping this mystery in our marriage.
Plus I want to know what type of judge would I be? Would I be mean like Simon, or clueless like Paula?
Then I started wondering if the wives of the finalists get a stylist also? If not I fully think they should.
Every male musician needs an amazingly dressed woman by his side.
And when the camera pans to the wife in the audience she needs to look good.
Whenever I become BFF with Ryan I will ask him about this.
Speaking of Idol, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Paula and Kara don't really get along.
I'm just saying.....body language shows that they can't stand each other.
I have this whole theory about how Paula feels threatened by Kara, and Kara tends to be a know-it-all.
But its just a theory, and believe it or not my theories have been wrong in the past.
Like the time that I had a theory that I would like my hair better short and I should chop it off. That theory was proven WRONG.
Luke just walked in the room and told me if he tried out he would sing the song Adam sang tonight.
I have no idea what that song was but I am one stop closer to getting him to try out for me.
Which means I am one step closer to my own stylist.
So who was your favorite tonight? Has it changed since the beginning? Mine has.
I have decided I should share another fear of mine. Possibly you will relate?
But maybe this isn't so much a fear, as it is a phobia.
I have Dentophobia. - A fear of dentists.
Growing up my mom would make our dentist appointments every 6 months and I would go every 6 months, get my teeth cleaned and a receive a new toothbrush. This lasted until I went to college.
In college I had full control over my teeth - and my hatred for the dentist office won over the thought of having clean teeth.
No longer was a flimsy new plastic toothbrush worth the pain and suffering of getting my teeth cleaned.
Everything about the dentist office creeps me out:
The drilling noises
All of the creepy looking tools
The spit rag you have to wear
The ENDLESS questions they pound at you: How often do you floss? What kind of tooth brush do you use? Do your gums ever bleed?
And don’t even get me started on the fact that you are put in a motorized chair, a man (or woman) comes in forces you to lay down against your will, and then begins to pick around in your mouth with sharp objects, all the while trying to MAKE CONVERSATION.
Then where do you look? If you look at him its weird because you can only see straight into his eyes, then if you just close your eyes you feel rude.
Its an awkward situation I just like to avoid.
Last year before I got engaged I realized that it had been YEARS since I had gone to the dentist. I figured it was time to get over my dentophobia and get these ole teeth checked out.
Plus everybody seemed to be disgusted when I told them how long it had been since I went to the dentist. Apparently personal hygiene is an important thing around these parts.
So I made the dreaded trip to the dentist office
I’m not even going to tell you how many cavities I had. Not because I would be embarrassed, but because my mom would be embarrassed and would say ‘that it looks like she didn’t raise me right.
She did raise me right. I just can’t help the phobia’s I developed in life.
So after I went to the dentist like 20 times to get all of my cavities filled I vowed to never go back.
Which doesn’t make sense, but its how I work.
Then the dentist's office started stalking me and calling me all the time telling me it was time for my check up. They even left a message telling me to call back they had a question about my account. My account is paid in full, I know it was just a trick to get me to make an appointment.
I wasn't falling for it. My dentist days were over.
Until recently when not one of my teeth but two of them started hurting, baaaaad, and I knew I better make an appointment.
So next week I will venture out to the dentist once again, be forced to sit in a motorized chair wear a spit rag, and asked questions like "Why dont you use an electric toothbrush"?
How am I supposed to explain that: 'I did use an electric toothbrush, until it was time to get a replacement head and I went to buy it and the replacment head was $25 and a regular toothbrush was $3 and I would rather buy a new shirt from Target than a replacement head for my electric toothbrush so I opted for a cheaper toothbrush but cuter shirt' all while my mouth is wide open? I have no idea.
Do you have a fear or phobia of a something as silly as the dentist? Prehaps the eye charts at the eye Dr. freak you out?
I was on good terms with my eye dr. until he told me to stop drinking Diet Coke and I told him to just stick to the eyes Doc and lay off of my precious DC.
I won’t go into a discussion about this movie, but I will say, it was NOT at all what I was expecting from the previews.
In fact, it pretty much scared the crap out of me.
I should clairfy by saying, the movie proably wouldn't be scary to most people, but I get scared very easily.
For my own sanity, and those around me I try to stay as far away as possible from any movie that could possibly resemble a scary movie.
I felt like I spent the whole movie jumping out of my seat, or as Luke says, ‘clawing into his arm like a cat’ Thankfully he was the person sitting next to me, I’m fairly certain I would have clawed whoever was sitting next to me.
So anyways that night we got home from the movie and I was feeling pretty good.....until it was time for bed.
I just kept picturing images from the movie. Which in all reality wasn’t that scary, but my imagination just got away from me and I had worked myself into a tizzy.
So I did what any self respecting 25 year old woman would do. I begged my husband to let us sleep with the closet light on.
I could not handle the thought of waking up in the middle of the night in the pitch dark, I needed some sort of light.
So my VERY sweet husband agreed to sleep with the light on for my comfort.
Then I begged him to try and let me fall asleep before him. You see, when Luke’s head hits the pillow he basically goes into a sleep induced coma. I think it takes .2 seconds from the time he hits the pillow to the time he falls asleep.
Which was definitely the case this night. And there I was lying wide awake with my thoughts. I tried waking him up, but it was no use, he was gone for the night.
So I got my ipod, put my ear buds in, put on some Kari Jobe music and tried to make myself fall asleep.
Then I heard it.
It was a strange deep voice, muttering something,
Have you ever had that feeling where your entire body freezes and you would rather die then face your fear?
This was that moment.
I peered out from my covers, and took out one ear-bud out, only to find my husband was TALKING IN HIS SLEEP.
He has NEVER done this, and he decided to do this the night when I was already scared out of my mind.
I started screaming for him to wake up.
He woke up and wanted to know why I was screaming at him.
Only because there was a crazy man talking in his sleep.
He ofcourse thought it was hilarious and wanted to know what he had said.
I have no idea what he said. I don't really care. I'm just thankful it was him and not some crazed person in our apartment.
He went right back to sleep and I manged to somehow fall asleep. I'm not really sure how.
However, I am proud to say we have slept with the closet light off every night since then.
I plan on sticking to sweet, sappy and comical movies only.
We are back from our Spring Break Ski Getaway (I just named it that) and have entered back into the real world. We had a BLAST on our vacation and we were NOT ready to come back. Vacations fly by waaaaaaaay too fast!! I will have pictures up to recap our vacation soon.
I have Thursday and Friday off of work this week thanks to Spring Break so I decided that I would be spend the next two days relaxing. I had visions of pedicures, shopping and watching endless hours of trash TV in my mind.
Then I had a thought. One silly little thought that took away any dream I had for my mini home-vacation.
The thought? To organize our bedroom closet.
If only I could turn back time. I would take that thought and send it back to the pits of hell where it belongs.
You see, before I got married I had a HUGE closet all to myself. I kept it nice and organized. Everything was in its own category and I knew what shirt or pant went where. If somebody took a shirt out of my closet I would very nicely ask them to just put it on my bed and I would put it back in its spot. I didn't want to take the chance of them putting one shirt out of place.
Then I got married and I no longer had a HUGE closet to myself. I have one side of a medium sized closet.
Shortly after I began using my new medium sized closet, my strict closet rules went downhill and now I barely even recognize who I have become.
I am ashamed to admit, I have winter sweaters mixed in with short sleeve shirts. I have tank tops mixed in with long sleeve shirts. Heaven forbid, I have stripes mixed in with solids.
Apparently, I decided to follow up my 5 days of relaxation and vacation with complete and utter torture. Well, closet torture.
So here I go....time to go back to organizing my clothes.
I hope you all have had a great week. I have been reading your blogs through my phone but I wasn't able to comment.
I hope to finish organizing my closet by tonight!
It is a bit ironic because the last time we went to our ski destination (it was in the Fall, we didn't go to ski) I was sick, with the same exact symptoms. This was when I lived every moment thinking that Luke was going to propose to me and I was fairly certain he was going to propose on that particular trip and my sickness had ruined it.
I got engaged 5 months after that. He had no intention of proposing that weekend.The first time we went to this ski destination I was a senior in college and I was fairly certain Luke was going to propose that week because it was my birthday.
Our last trip to this destination: Fall 2007. I literally look sick in this picture. I was pretty miserable.
The other time we went, Spring Break 2006: This was our day of Snowmobiling. So fun! We will be doing it again this trip!
Well I need to get back to my resting up so that I will hopefully be healthy by the time we leave. I am still trying to get my DVR empty and I'm waiting on my hot tea, courtesy of the very cute husband.
I mean there were a couple of good singers, but none that I would want to be BFF with.
Also, I feel that I must clarify; I stated before that Adam Lambert resembles my husband, which I still feel that he does , but not when he dresses like a girl. that's all I'm saying.....
I loved tonight because I'm a big fan of Michael Jackson's songs. Not him, the songs. I have said before that my parents had me at a young age. My parents are younger than most parents of people my age. So while other kids grew up on The Eagles and The Beatles, I grew up on Michael Jackson and Bobby Brown. Let's just say I was a big fan when Anoop sang My Prerogative.
However tonight my two favorites singers were Kris Allen and Adam Lambert. Love them both. Not as much as Ry Ry though.
And I was glad that nobody tried to preform Billy Jean - because we all know that David Cook has full rights to that song now - nobody else should touch it (besides MJ).
In between commercial breaks I was running around trying to clean and do laundry to get ready for our Ski Trip next week.
I'm excited about the trip. I'm not excited about the cold. I fully intend on bringing my snuggie. Whoa, I think I just had a great idea:
A Snuggie Ski Suit.
You heard it here first people.
I now need to get back to preparing for my trip. I have to pack, clean, and watch all of my recorded TV shows. My DVR is 56% full and that is just unacceptable when going out of town.
Having a DVR brings an extra level of stress to my life, but the feeling of deleting a show after I have watched it is priceless.
I now need to get back to What Would You Do on ABC. Have you seen this? If not you should check it out. Its my new fav.
Who was your favorite on American Idol?
The problem is I am not a 'decorator' by any means. My mom is so good at this...I did not inherit this from her.
But I have found some good items on sale so I am trying my best to become a good 'decorator'. My goal is to be good at it by the time I get a house.
So here are some of the items I bought:
Stars: I have this giant white wall behind my TV and I haven't figured out what to do with it. If this were my home I would paint it a deep red color. But this is not my home. It is an apartment that blows cold air instead of heat. So I have to settle with bare white walls. So I bought stars. I got these half price and I love them:
Then I went a little Star Crazy. I sort of fell in love with them and purchased another star: I love this one!!! I got this 'Believe' piece half off and put it in our bathroom. I was tempted to purchase stars that had zebra print painted on them to match the believe sign, but I thought that might be considered VERY Star Crazy. I am still tempted to go get them. I think they would go perfectly with this sign:I purchased these frames (half off) to put some of our wedding pictures in. I'm not a big fan of these pics, I will probably end up changing them out, and I think I am going to purchase another frame. I need to decorate in odd numbers.
Also included with them is our wedding invitation I framed with our vows. I want to hang these along with the pictures on a wall in our bedroom. I went back and forth about whether to put our wedding pictures up in our house (and saw several other girls blog about this) but then I decided my parents paid good money for these pics, I am going to display them! I have a few other pics I want to hang up I just need to get some frames. Maybe if I put it on here it will give me motivation to get it done so I can show you the 'after' results!
But since I will be gone on my birthday and far away from any computer, I will accept all of your birthday comments. Thank you for all of them. My blog friends are sweet!
My 'birthday' weekend was a fun one! As I stated before I will be out of town the weekend of my birthday so I went to my hometown to spend it with my family, and I got to see some friends while I was there, so it was an added bonus.
Luke and I met up with our friends, for lunch and some arcade games.
Jayma, Jodi, and Me. This is our version of the Real Housewives of Orange County, minus the Orange add a Skee Ball. Its how we roll.After lunch with friends we headed to my house to hang out with the family and celebrate my birthday! My cake (picked out by my sis Kati) was delicious! I am a BIG fan of cookie cake!
Me and my beautiful sisters. Luke and I with the cutest little boy. He definitely knows how to cheese it up for the camera!After a BBQ dinner with the family and my grandparents we headed back home. It was a great day!
Today was a BEAUTIFUL day. One of those days that's not too hot, not cold, not windy, just absolutely perfect.
Luke and I went jogging which sometimes ends in an argument because he tries to act like my personal trainer when nobody asked him too. Seriously if he tells me I just need to 'push through the pain' one more time, it is going to get ugly!
But it ended up being a great jog.
We then finished the night with grocery shopping and Desperate Housewives.
We record DH episodes that come on TV twice a day and we have a whole week to catch up on!
We have a lot of work ahead of us! :-)
Hope you had a great weekend!
I love it so much.
I love the smell of it, I love the feel of it, I love the sound of lawn mowers cutting the fresh green grass.
Can you tell its warm here today?
I feel like Cinderella, singing and dancing around her room while all of the animals flock to her.
Warm weather makes me that joyful!
It is supposed to get cold again next week.
I won’t mention what Disney character I resemble when it’s cold. But let’s just say that Luke quickly learned there are two reasons why I get grumpy 1. I’m hungry and 2. I’m cold.
It’s really bad if I am hungry and cold at the same time.
But for today, I won’t worry about this cold weather that might be headed our way. I will just enjoy the warm weather.
Last night Luke arrived home and I was SO happy. I made celebratory brownies for his homecoming.
He hates brownies. The celebration was for me.
However we may not be celebrating when we get the electric bill, because I totally sleep with the TV and at least one light on when I am alone.
Who says night lights are for preschoolers?
Some of you asked for pictures of my new hair color and my new decorations. My hair looks the same as it does in the first picture of me and Luke on my sidebar.
I like change but I don’t like risk. So I change it up, but really it’s the same it was before.
As for the decorations, well friends, I am not one who has great ‘decorating skills’ but I do have some ‘decorating pieces’ that I love. I will show you those next week.
Only because I don’t currently have pictures of them.
We are headed to my family’s house in celebration of my birthday this weekend.
I am fully expecting a cookie cake (hint hint for my family) and I can't wait to see that cute nephew of mine!!!
Have a great weekend!
This is like train-wreck week for all reality television.
Where have the morals gone? Where has the common sense gone?
Actually reality TV doesn't have morals or common sense, and that's why I like it. I heart reality television.
But Still, Tatiana? When Ry Ry and I become BFF I'm going to ask him if it was just a publicity stunt for ratings.
Because that has to be the answer.
Last night I got color put back in my life. And I am thankful.
I tried to go with my natural color for awhile. It just wasn't working.
Apparently when God was forming me in the womb and numbering the hairs on my head, he decided to make those hairs dirt colored. Which is cool with me, but I needed to lighten things up a bit. Thank you Lord for the creation of bleach.
In today's most important news Luke will arrive home tonight after being gone for 5 days in Colorado.
I have kept myself busy while he was gone, but I sure do miss the boy.
The Bachelor and American Idol just weren't the same without his sarcastic comments and snide remarks.
However I did enjoy being able eat cheese and crackers for dinner, because sometimes when Luke asks me whats for dinner and I say "Oh I just thought we could do cheese and crackers" he looks at me like I have lost my mind. I'm not familiar with boys and their big appetites. But I am learning.
SO he is coming home today and I am ESCACTIC. He didn't even have cell service where he was (which was obviously the BLACK HOLE OF AMERICA, what place in 2009 doesn't have cell service?) so we have hardly even had conversation. I can't wait to see him in person and hear his voice!
Plus out of boredom I redecorated while he was gone so we will need to talk about this month's budget.
I will just remind him of how much he missed my face and that any money I spent was for the best interest of our bare-white-walled-apartment.
I'm sure he will understand.
And if he doesn't, I will simply reinstate the fact that I go to stores everyday, try on clothes and don't buy a thing.
That should get him.
Lately I have been discouraged by my entrance into Corporate America and the amount of hours I sit behind a computer.
Its quite disgusting.
So I devised a plan to help beat the office-induced tummy-flab.
I eat a quick lunch at my desk and then I use my lunch hour to run to different clothing stores, find clothes I like, try them on as fast as I can, hang them back up and then leave and go to another store.
I find that this is a great cardio activity, which doubles as a way to find out what is in style for the season. And believe it or not I have pretty great self-control. I can go into a store, see something I absolutely love and then turn around and leave the new found item. This self control was not inherited from my mother.
It might have been birthed from the fact that when I got married my cute hubby put the Fear of God in me about not spending obsessive amounts of money on clothes like I did when I was a single woman.
Anyway, back to the new calorie burning work out plan: Up until today the plan worked liked a charm.
However, that was before I stepped in our newly renovated TJ Maxx.
I went into TJ Maxx today at lunch to gather clothes to try on, I got a couple of super cute dresses, a pair of limited pants (only $14!) and a couple of shirts and headed into the new dressing rooms.
I had no idea the horror that was about to unfold.
In these new dressing rooms were brand new mirrors with brand new FLOURESCENT lights down each side of the mirror. I'm talking full legnth mirrors with full legnth flourescent lights.
I’m not sure who invented flourescent lights, but I’m certain it was not a woman at the end of winter season.
Just one glance at myself in the mirror I quickly concluded that I needed to BATHE in gallons of lotion, find a tanning bed quick to bring some color back into my life, and don’t even get me started on my shade of makeup which I clearly bought in the spring, or the size of my pores. It was all bad. Real bad.
As soon as I finished trying on my clothes (I still had to burn those extra calories) I ran out of the room like I had seen a ghost.
I wanted nothing to do with what I had seen in that room.
I think everybody can agree with me when I say Spring can’t come quick enough.
So now I am in need of a new work out plan. I am NOT going near flourescent lights again until my legs and arms have at least made contact with the sun (even if it is man-made sun).
Maybe I will try jogging again - I've heard its a good way to work out, it just won't bring me face to face with today's hottest new fashion styles.