I have outdone myself.

Pests

Some thing ate two of my tomatoes.

I have been waiting patiently for my tomatoes to rippen. And this is what I came home to. I was so excited to bake some tomatoes tonight for my dinner. Its one of my all time favorite dishes. But alas, I only have one teeny tiny tomatoe now. At least my pest gave me that.

I had the realization today that my secret fantasy of marrying George Clooney can now never ever in a thousand years (unless my husband dies) come true. Sigh, lets take a moment of silence to honor this dying dream.




Thank you. Now I have to go fix dinner for my husband's family.

Do you ever feel like you are the Cinderella of something. I felt like that today at work.

 

Cinderelle... Cinderelle...

My husband does not like Harry Potter. Its one (of the very few) things that bug me about him. I can some what understand where he is coming from. I don't like Lord of the Rings (I don't want to talk about it!). But Harry Potter!  I could get lost in the books for weeks. I want to live in them.

 

Don't you love and hate the feeling of loving a good book. How you don't want it to end and how you just want to be a part of it. But I guess it becomes part of you in the end. I love love love reading a good book. But I hate when it ends. The last book I felt like that was the Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs. I read most of it during my tour of service in jury duty and recently finished it on a car ride. The Baddass didn't know what to do with me when I was a bundle of emotions as I finished the book. It was the only time he'd seen me get teary eyed besides when he proposed.

 

I've been reduced to watching Harry Potter when the Baddass goes for his late long runs on Sunday evenings. So here I am, home alone in my jamies watching Harry get out of jams and uploading pictures and uploading this thing.

First Post

I hate starting a new blog, mainly because you have to set it up and come up with a catchy title, as well as a first post that isn't too "first post-y".

{Long Pause: I forgot I had laundry to fold/hang upstairs, damnit}

So I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm a recent college graduate, even more recent newlywed. I have a job which I may/maynot talk about (okay, probably more likely than not I'll be talking about my job - I'll try not to get myself fired for it). I like in THE most awesome apartment ever with my loving husband, who we'll refer to for privacy sake (but which I'll end up forgetting to do more than half the time), the Baddass. It is spelled that way for a reason, and its not cursing if its the truth. I don't mean in the goat way, he's an all around bad ass and I love him for it.

I don't want to reveal too much for now, because what would that leave us to talk about later on?