Cracked out on Full Throttle....

After 11 hours, a stop for dinner with Mr. Perfect's family, 5 bathroom stops, 4 cups of coffee, and 3 Full Throttles (hence the bathroom stops), we made it to the parents abode in Maryland.

I did some serious concert perfoming of some Ashlee Simpson last nite. A sold out show I'm sure.

I had to keep myself awake since Mr. Perfect slept the whole way!! Boo. He said it was my fault since I kept him up the nite before talking in my sleep. Touche touche.

My throat hurts this morning and I still feel like my heart is about to beat out of chest. I think I'm cracked out on energy drinks.

We're off to tour the Baltimore area today. Wish us luck since it's about 30 degrees colder here than back home, and this girl didn't pack accordingly. =( 'Course not.

A Venture Into Kroger....

Last nite after leaving the gym, I decided it would be nice of me to make dinner for Mr. Perfect. He had been out of town for work all day so I knew he would be tired and hungry when he got home. A + wife that I am headed on over to Kroger.

I think I may have mentioned it once before, but I HATE cooking. Everything about it makes me stressed out, bored, and almost crazy. I can't stand grocery stores either. They're always cold and the lines are always too long. Not to mention the at least 3 screaming children you will encounter.

Not my cup of tea.

But I had this recipe for low calorie beef strogonoff that I'd gotten off of d.a.r's blog that I was dying to try and I needed ingredients. So I'm strolling along looking for what I need when I got to the soup aisle. I was looking for beef consumme but could not find it anywhere. I saw beef broth and wanted to ask someone if it was the same thing. However, the only lady around had 2 screaming toddlers (only needed to find one more!) and I was not delaying her process of getting out of the store! So I picked up the beef broth and headed to the meat counter. I'm standing there looking for a package that says "hamburger". Could not find it. So I walk over to the meat counter and ask the guy working there if ground beef chuck is the same thing as hamburger. He stares blankly at me.

Meat Head: "It's all beef."
Me: "K. I know that. That's not my question. Is beef chuck the same as hamburger?"
Meat Head: "It's all beef!"

Dude!! I get that! (You may be thinking I am a moron right about now, but when I sa I don't cook, I can't stress to you enough how little I know about the kitchen, food, etc. It's sad really.)

Finally Meat Head and I pick out some lean ground beef and I head on out the store.
Fast forward about 20 minutes; I cannot figure out why my sauce is not thickening! I've put in flour, I let the juices boil off (I thought) it just wasn't thickening. Mr. Perfect calls and says he's on the way home and he's picking up seafood.

Me: "Uh uh Mister! I made dinner."
Mr. Perfect: "M, I'm really hungry...."
Me: "I knew you would be that's why I'm cooking."
Mr. Perfect: "I know... It's just, I'm really hungry.."

Loud and clear Mr. Perfect, loud and clear.

Nice way of showing his doubt in my cooking prowress huh?!?

Well my sauce never thickened up. Turns out beef broth and beef consumme are NOT the same things. Oh well. What are you going to do? It still turned out really good. Even Mr. Perfect had two helpings! I did get bored while cooking and ended up burning the squash. I have the attention span of a flea.

But it wasn't all bad. And the positive reaction I got from Mr. Perfect makes me want to try again. Just not anytime soon. Thank goodness for my Mr. Perfect! I mean, since he loves to cook, should I really take that joy away from him?!?

Blisters on my Toes...

When I was in college all my toe nails fell off. No joke. Too much time either running or being in cleats on the soccer field killed them all. They turned black and fell off.

Now they are raised up off the skin and break if they get too long. And with this new running kick, they daggum hurt. Did I mention I am getting huge blisters on my 2nd toe on each foot. My freakishly long 2nd toe.

I have ugly feet. It's g-ross.

Monday after work I drove to the gym, got out of my car, walked into the gym, then turned around and walked out. It was such a beautiful day I just couldn't make myself get on that treadmill. But when I got home I laced up my Nikes and went for a run.

Yay!!

I ran 3.3 miles in 50 minutes. Not great. But I'm okay with it. I didn't stop at all. I ran the last 3/10 of the mile holding my side because of the worst cramp ever to show it's face. I think I need to eat better. Four cookies all day does not a well balanced meal make!! Wednesday I hit the gym for a quick 30 minutes on the elliptical before I headed out to dinner with the besties. Tonite I hit up the gym for 20 minutes on the elliptical followed by 20 minutes on the treadmill and some upper body weight lifting.

Awkward moment of the day: the ex best friend was at the gym today. I have not run into her in public since I saw her last June. We didn't speak. I was booking it on the treadmill and she was in and out so quick. I know she saw me. It's kind of sad we're like that. I don't want to talk about it because it's sad... Oh well.

The scale is not budging. But I will not let this get me down!!

I need to do a weekend update with some pics, but I can't get to my computer!! I'm using Norm's netbook right now so I don't have to do any mountain climbing.

Headed to DC this weekend to see the parents. Super excited!!

I'm Living With Norm Abram.

Not really.

But Mr. Perfect is in renovation mode something serious! Hence the reason I have not been blogging.

I literally had to climb over a king mattress, 2 box springs, and a huge mirror to get to the computer. I kid you not. The other day, a beautiful, sunny, southern day, I had the windows in our room opened while I switched out the closet from winter to summer. And I smelled it.

Our rug reeked. The owners before us used to lock their dogs in our room. Do you know what happens when you lock dogs up for a number of hours? I do. So I gave in to what Mr. Perfect has wanted to do for a while; rip up the carpet and put down tile.

I did NOT want tile in our bedroom. At this moment I'm for whatever gets that nasty carpet out of my house. Do any of you have tiled houses? Do you like them? I've seen it before and it always looks nice, I'm just still hesitant... Oh well. Pictures will follow!

On another note, I got tagged by Southern Bride to do this picture tag. I might have done this one before, but I'm already mentioned my love of being tagged, so I'm doing it again. =)

1. Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.
2. Go to the 6th Folder and then pick the 6th Picture.
3. Post it on your bloggy and tell the story that goes with the picture.
4. Tag 5 other glorious peoples to do the same thing and leave a comment on their bloggy tellin’ about it.

That's our cat Ace deciding he needed to go along on our little weekend vacation.

Don't worry. I didn't let him go.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to play to play because I'm officially about to be late to work!

Have a great day!!

Standards

So I mentioned in a post a few weeks ago that our church is doing this amazing marriage study at the moment. I am loving it. One of the things that I think has caused Mr. Perfect and I so much trouble in our marriage is that we didn't really get good pre-marital counseling. We had some, but no where near what I would recommend to an engaged couple. We were pretty much left in the dark with so much so these sermons have been a definite wake up call in our marriage.

Our preacher spoke to us today on the roles of parents, husbands, and wives in a marriage. I'm not going to give you the whole sermon, because frankly I don't remember it all. Good memory- I do not have.

What stuck out to both Mr. Perfect and myself was the section on setting standards in our marriage. Our Sunday School teacher actually did an excellent job preaching on this. I set a lot of standards for myself and people I surround myself with daily. I expect a ton from my co-workers because I have such a high standard for what I produce. And I usually do just what I set out to do. I definitely got my parents hardworking gene. Thanks! Mr. Perfect is the same. He sets very high standards for his employees. I always joke that there is no way I could work for him because he expects so much! However, it gets him the respect he deserves as their boss.

Where we both lack is the same; we don't set standards for ourselves in our home.

Huh?

We're very chill at our house. It works for us right now, but what we got to thinking about was setting a standard for our family. Example: I have told him time and again that when we procreate (love that word) the TV is gone. I kid you not. We will not have a family television. Mr. Perfect used to just dismiss this as one of my many passing fancies. But I'm serious. Have you seen what's on television today? I'm guilty of encouraging it by what I watch but come on. Saturday morning at work we were watching cartoons and a condom commercial came on. Are you kidding me?!? I don't want my children seeing that. My other thing with the tv is the materialism it breeds. I don't want my children "wanting" things that the tv shows them over and over and tells them they "need". I don't judge people that do allow their children tv time, it's just not what I think I want at this time. We will keep our small tv in our room for DVD's and such though.. I do need my FRIENDS!

I want my children to see Mr. Perfect and I set standards for relationships. I want them to see that he always opens my door for me and that we hug, and touch, and are affectionate. I want them to know that their parents love each other, therefore making it easier to love them. I want God first in our house. I want us in church when the doors are open. Our SS teacher said if you raise the standards so high, your children will more than likely set theirs just a bit below that. Well by golly, I'll set mine so high that their lower standards are still high!

We felt such a conviction on this today. We were disappointed in ourselves that we do set such high standards everywhere else but our home. That the second most important relationship we have in this world is the one we expect the least from. That's not how it's supposed to be. So we'll be setting up our standards for our family. I'm sure it's going to be a process but oh how worth it it will be. By the time God decides to bless us with our little one, I want the strongest foundation we can possibly have on which they will grow.

I love sermons like today when it's just what I needed to hear...