Sunday, August 1, 2010

Stargate Atlantis is playing. . .

. . . in the background. I love my husband for loving scyfy.

I've definitely learned that one of the very best things about being married is that you can pick and and go on day trips and vacations whenever you want!!! (As long as your bills are paid, you have a full tank, the grocery shopping is complete and the house is clean AND you have your checkbook balanced!) It's the coolest. I happen to really enjoy it.

We went up north for a day trip to the old stomping grounds of a young Jack. His family name originated in Pinedale and when he turned on a dirt road for some off roading, I was more than excited! The best part was that they have a sign for us!!!!!!

He is so cool! I love this picture times 50 because my mom takes pictures of my dad in front of signs with our last name! I felt just like her! And he was just like him!

So our day trip was awesome. Two more reasons we are the greatest :

1. This is exactly the reason he grows a beard at all.

2. I look like a giant in because of this angle! I'm taller than the clothes washer and almost at the frame! Awesome!

I only have three more stories.

Numero Uno.
I needed meatballs because my belly was screaming for them but I don't have a Costco membership (they have the best balls of meat ever) so I decided to make my own. I'd added a few ingredients and was putting in the pepper. We totally have the coolest pepper shaker and its never done us wrong till now. It has two flaps. If you open one, the pepper sprinkles out. If you open the other, you can fit a huge spoon in it. Well, obviously I opened the wrong one and I poured. POURED. the pepper onto this meatball medley. I didn't know what to do so I just rinsed out the bowl. And then I washed off the turkey. . . it was scary because I don't remember ever putting water into homemade meatballs with my mom, but they turned out so delicious. But the pepper was funny. I had to take a picture.

Numero Dos.
Two MASSIVE cockroaches got lost. In our house. At 1:30 a.m. Jack cut it in half. With a spatula. The same spatula I used to make meatballs. When we found his friend, he was so ticked (of course we were yelling at the top of our lungs. . . him at me. . .me at the bug for being rude and intruding uninvited duh.) that he hit it so hard with his shoe that the devil POPPED up ON to his face! It touched his face. And then he took it outside and beat it to death slowly for making us fight over him. Then we lysoled and bleached everything in our house and we've been in love again ever since :)

Numero Tres.
The only reason I have so many pictures is because I was having jealousy of all the pictures people post on their own blogs. Now that I've got my fix, I've got some Stargate to watch.

We love Otter Pops.


Mike and Esther said...

Nasty nasty nasty nasty shooting gut roach. hilarious. NERTZ!

The 231 Girls. said...

I love reading your blog. haha! is that weird that it's like, my favorite pasttime?? Srsly.


The One Klar said...

Dear Vkaed,
I really hope that I can be as happy as you are when I'm married. Whenever the hey that day will be. Which probably wont' be for a long while. Which is chill. :) I love you so very very deeply mucho. We are lovers forever. Just as a reminder. :) Adios for now, chicka. Keep me posted. And I will try hard to come back alive in the blogging world. I'm the most awful ever. Oh well. Peace.

Tori said...

Verity. I need you to promise me that you will post on your blog faithfully and never let me down. When you don't have new stories it's really lame. No pressure, but if your blog wasn't so entertaining, I wouldn't hive half a crap.P.s. Where did the roach come from?! We had a nasty beetle the size of Texas outside our house last night. Maybe since the roaches will start coming to our house since they know you will beat it with a spatula. Gross.

You inspired me to go eat one of my crappy wanna be Wal-Mart otter pops.