Thursday, February 24, 2011

leave the gun, take the cookies.

Last night R and I made cookies. Not just any cookies. His dad's famous Italian cookies.

If you've ever had these little cookies, then you already know what I'm talking about. Dad B. is famous for these. He makes them for almost every family gathering and the recipe is top secret...unless you are his son. It's a little like the mob.

Well, we had a craving for a little taste of home. So for the first time, we tried our hand at the age old recipe.

Okay, so R and I didn't really make cookies. HE made cookies and I took pictures and watched American Idol. But mostly, judging by how many pictures I took, I watched American Idol.

The white ones, (everyone's favorites) are called biscotti and they're vanilla flavored. The chocolate ones are called tutu and they are, obviously, chocolate with walnuts. Dad B. also makes another kind called cimino, a vanilla flavor with no icing, rolled in sesame seeds. Ours turned out so close to Dad's, it was like home in a cookie!

Yes, these were my breakfast this morning. Me and my tummy are so happy to have married into this Italian family.

Even if they do protect their recipes like the mob.

Monday, February 21, 2011

jump 'til you drop.

This weekend we decided to drive to Mississippi to see the brother, sister-in-law, and the nephew. We hadn't seen them since Christmas, so a visit was long over due. On Saturday, we went to see a demonstration of Brad's SWCC Boat Team. It was really cool. There were guns, explosions, a ride on the fast boats; everything I want in a Saturday morning!

Then we got back to their house and pretty much the rest of the afternoon was spent like this:

Noah got a trampoline for Christmas and thanks to the wonderfully warm Southern weather, we could jump on it in February. I haven't been on a trampoline since I was probably ten, and R had NEVER been on one. We were like kids again, doing tricks and flips, trying to "pop" each other up, and pretty much having a blast. (If you look closely, you can spy Billy the Dog.)

It didn't take long before we busted out the camera and started trying to get some cool mid-air shots. (I wasn't kidding when I said we were like kids again...)

Someone may have a future in break dancing?

Even Noah was tired and called it a day after a few hours, but us big kids were still out there, perfecting our flips and trying to get good photos.

Let me tell you though, we were moaning and groaning all the next day. Turns out, trampoline-ing works lots of muscles that don't usually get worked, and flipping over and over to get a cool looking shot actually takes a lot of work. And let's not forget all the bruises and scrapes from bad landings, or landing on each other, since trampolines aren't made for three full grown adults. I have a pretty nasty bruise on my knee from R landing full force on it. (Luckily, Dr. Noah was there for me. After he got me an ice pack, a band-aid, and kissed it, I almost forgot all about the pain.) Despite the sore muscles and bruises, we had so much fun.

Now we just have one question. Is it acceptable for child-less, twenty something couples to have trampolines?

Thursday, February 17, 2011

a blue suit and a penney's dress.

32 years ago today, at a California wedding chapel, in a blue suit and an off the rack JC Penney's dress, my parents pledged to honor and obey each other in sickness and in health. They celebrated with a few friends and family and a potluck dinner and they were married. They were only 19 and 20 years old.

My parents will be the first to tell you they were young and dumb and they didn't know the first thing about being married. But after 32 years, they've managed to show me what an incredible marriage looks like. They've taught me, and my sister and brothers, some important lessons about what it means to honor and obey in sickness and in health. Through their marriage, I've learned about not going to bed angry, always flirting, and having kids, that way you'll always have someone to wash dishes and pick up dog poop so you don't have to. They are best friends, they are each others biggest cheerleader, and they are a great example of a transparent, God honoring marriage.

When I was getting ready to be married, all the wedding preparations had me stressed out and going crazy. I was reminded that my parents wedding was small and simple and they have one of the best marriages I know.

Nothing like a blue suit and 32 years to remind me about what really matters.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

ten reasons why my husband is awesome.

10. He lets me talk him into stopping at random road side stands in the back woods of Alabama to try things like boiled peanuts.

9. He's patient with me even though I get bored and cranky at brewery tours and airplane museums.

8. He encourages me to keep going even when I'm yelling at him that I can't and it's too hard. Somehow he seems to know that I usually can.

7. He doesn't make fun of me when I want to be totally lazy, set up a ghetto rigged home entertainment center in our bedroom, and watch chick flicks all day.

6. He lets me drag him to cheesy photo ops and doesn't complain. Too much.

5. He doesn't get mad when I let my parents stinky Boston Terriers, Cookie and Lola, sleep with us when we visit. (Cookie is under the covers. Hogging all the leg room. Lola can't figure out what the big deal is.)

4. He loves me even though I totally think its funny to ruin his pictures by making weird faces.

3. He talks me into doing some of the craziest things. Things I never ever would've thought I could do. Like climbing Half Dome. And then he cheers me on after I rock it out like a pro.

2. I yelled out of the window of our limo, "I'M MARRIED!!", almost the whole way to the reception and he didn't even act embarrassed!

1. He knew me when I was in high school. Back when we wrote each other notes between 3rd and 4th hour. Back when he wasn't allowed in my bedroom without my dad's permission. And back when I didn't know about plucking my eyebrows. (Enough said.) And he still decided to stick it out for the long haul.

He's awesome because he knows what a huge nerd I am, what a snot I can be, and how I have a tendency to leave the dishes until they pile up and start growing fuzz, and he still loves me!

I don't think I could ask for a better Valentine.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

taking one for the team.

Now that football season is over, it's back to college basketball. Which is great and all, but it's not football. But I love spending time with my man and my man loves watching Purdue basketball. And watching Purdue basketball means snuggling up on the couch together while I enjoy a glass of wine, so I suppose I can suffer through it. Plus I don't care enough about basketball to badger him with questions, so it's win win for both of us.

And yes, our TV really is that small.

Monday, February 7, 2011

sweet victory.

The only thing better than your team winning the Super Bowl is getting to eat leftover green and gold cupcakes the next day.

Go Pack Go!

Friday, February 4, 2011

jersey girl.

I went out to the mailbox the other day expecting just to find a Netflix DVD and the inevitable bills and coupons. Much to my happy surprise there was a package with my name on it! Can anyone tell me what is better than getting unexpected packages? Almost nothing.

And there are almost no surprises better than this one. My sister Melissa sent me something so unexpected, so cool, so wonderful, I just had to share it with you!

My sister sent me this fabulous jersey:

If you don't know who this is then, well, I'm sorry. Because he's awesome. And he's quickly become one of my all time favorite players. But I felt like such a lame fan because I couldn't cheer him on in style. And there aren't a lot of places to buy Packer gear around here. And Melissa can't have a lame Packer fan for a sister, so she did something about it.

He's so cool.

We're getting real excited in this Packer house. We're planning on watching the game with our friends, Natalie and Eric. We've got a few yummy Wisconsin treats to make and maybe even some green and gold snacks.

We're missing home more than ever knowing that we can't be in Packerland to watch the big game. There's nothing like good Wisconsin beer, cheese curds and brats, all our friends and family decked out in green and gold, and of course, our moms yelling at the TV. (Mom J. and Mom B. know exactly what I'm talking about. Our dads will watch the game with interest, but it's our Packer crazed moms that yell at the penalties and poor plays. We owe all our Packer love to them!) But since we can't be home, we'll just have to show Florida how we do it Up North.

And you better believe I'm doin' it in a certain jersey.