Freedom Fries

Ok, so you know those moments where you do something and immediately regret the decision? Yeah...I had one of those moments just now. I have been bringing my lunch everyday not only to save money but to also make more healthy choices about what I'm eating at lunch. However, for the past two weeks I have been craving McDonald's french fries. So today I wake up and think to myself "no pb&j for me...I'll be having the McDonald's french fries" So I make it through the first 5 hours of my day constantly day dreaming about the delicious, hot, crispy, potatoes I will be eating later and when 1pm comes I rush out the door. I get in my extremely hot, humid car with no air conditioning because to me it is worth it just to enjoy these fries. I pull up to place my order and the line is wrapped around the building. I am okay with this and when it is finally my turn I state "yes, I would like a LARGE fry" now because I have been craving them for so long I figured the large would satisfy my craving and I could go months without wanting them again. I pay for my treat and come back to work. I'm sitting at my desk preparing my ketchup mound (because I eat ketchup like it's a side dish) and I pull out a handful of fries. I dip them in some ketchup and take a bite. Now, these were not at all what I was looking forward to. They were cold, soggy, a little undercooked, and not at all delicious. I immediately regretted my decision as I decide to throw them in the trash instead of eating them. It was a huge let down! :(

Turtle Shells and Mushrooms....

Since Jared and I moved into our new house we have been working to get it how we want it. It's definitely a house still set back in the 70s (referring to the wallpaper and wall colors) Since we have been busy we decided we didn't need T.V. Now when we lived in Tuscaloosa we didn't have T.V. (cable) for well over a year and we were completely content so we figured we did it once we can do it again. It's been great. We haven't had time for it anyways but on nights where we get home later than planned or just don't feel like painting or doing yard work we have to have something to pass the time. After a short convincing talk with my hubby we decided to dig out the old Nintendo Game Cube and play some Mario Kart (this is the ONLY game I have for game cube lol!) It has become a HUGE competition between who is going to be the winner in the races or the different battle games. It's almost become like an addiction. "Just one more game then we will go to bed." We are like giant kids who would rather be sleep deprived and exhausted at work the next day then let the other one beat us in a "friendly" game of Mario Kart. Well here is how you know it has gone too far...
This morning on my way to work I'm behind my husband going down Hwy 75. Well not technically right behind...a couple of cars behind cuz he left a few minutes earlier than I did. My cell phone rings and low and behold it's Jared. I answer the phone half expecting him to say there's a cop ahead or he forgot to get his lunch I made him or whatever...but instead I get the following statement... "So I was driving down the road and I threw my banana peel out the window and immediately wondered if you were going to hit it and spin out" Hahahaha! Now if you have never played Mario Kart then it probably doesn't make sense to you but it definitely brightened my morning and reminded me why I love my husband!

First Impressions

Ok, I know it's been well over a year since I have blogged. But in that year I have celebrated an anniversary with my wonderful husband, lost my best friend and companion Shadow after 4 fantastic years with her, paid off two vehicles, bought a house, and got a new puppy. So now that we have been caught up I will start with what happened this week...

Friday morning my new puppy, Dusk, came up missing. After looking for 45 minutes for a short 7 week old black puppy in tall grass, the corn field that surrounds my house, and kudzu I decided I had to leave for work. I came to work but I'm not sure why. All I could think about was her. So around 3pm I headed home. On my hour and a half trek home (cuz yes it takes me that long to get home since I live 67 miles one way from where I work) I decide a game plan. I am going to let my other two dogs out when I get home and hope that she hears them and comes running. Now for those who have not seen or been to my house I officially live smack dab in the middle of a corn field. So as I sit on my back deck with the dogs running in the backyard I see a man in the back field multiple acres away from me...he's about the size of an ant and I can vaguely make out that he is digging what appears to be a grave. I then see him dump something and continue filling it in. This starts to worry me. I, home alone in our new house, start thinking...where have we moved? People are burying bodies out here. This is crazy.

Jared comes home a short while later and decides to knock on people's doors to see if anyone has seen the puppy. Long story short we do not find her only to find out our closest neighbor appears to have stolen her. The weekend passes (with us stalking our closest neighbor) when Sunday night around 7pm there is a knock at the door. Another neighbor about a mile down the street has found her.

So to thank him I baked him a cake and brought it over to his house last night. Jared couldn't remember his name so I had to go alone cuz he didn't want that embarrassing awkward moment of..."this is my wife, Stefanie. Stefanie this is....ummmm..." So I went alone. I get out and walk up to the door and knock. A young guy comes to the door (keep in mind I have not seen the man nor do I know his name) so I stumbled out a few words that went something along the lines of "My husband and I live down the road and we lost a puppy and you found it and we wanted to show our appreciation" Yes, it did come out sounding as stupid as it sounds now. I panicked ha! The guy takes the cake out of my hands and shuts the door in my face. I slowly walk back to the car feeling like an idiot and drive home. I tell Jared about how stupid I feel and like most women, blame him...if he had gone it might not have been so embarrassing. I cook dinner and change clothes (which means I put on shorts and tshirt and no bra since I am at home after a long day's work) and we settle down to watch a movie. There is a knock on the door. Jared answers it to find out neighbor (the one I gave the cake to) and his wife standing there. Turns out their oldest son is handicapped and he is the one who answered the door. When he came back inside with the cake she was like "why didn't you invite her in?" So she made her husband drive her up there so they could thank me personally for the cake.

After standing outside for a few moments chit chatting they finally agreed to come in. Now at this point I have on shorts that I feel are way too short for a first impression with a 60 year old neighbor and his wife, legs that have not been shaved in forever since for a while there we were having to shower outside by hose pipe, no bra under my tshirt which means I must cross my arms while talking to them to hide this, and I have an eye infection in both eyes so I look a little cracked out. They stayed for about an hour talking (which led to the fact he buried his DOG Friday and not a human body) and the whole time I'm sure I seemed crazy cuz I kept pulling at my shorts and left my arms crossed. Awkward to say the least... they were nice people, but definitely not the kind of first impression I was hoping to make.