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Hi again.

I am a horrible person, I get it. I realize I am neglecting my blog in a horrible way 😦 Hopefully, everyone can forgive me and will still continue to read my blog.

In order to make up for my lack of activity I present to you one of Fiancé and I’s amusing conversations via text, during the day.

Back story: This conversation was had yesterday, when I did not have to substitute teach.

Me: In other news, I ripped part of my jeans on the inside thigh area. I knew it would happen soon enough, they are so worn down.

*Over an half later*

Me: Glad you care about my pants.

Fiance: I’m sorry for your loss. My prayers are with you in this difficult time. Ripping pants so near the holidays is always so sad.

I would tell you that I replied saying, “Lol you’re awesome. But it is sad! I loved these jeans, so comfy.” But, I feel like Fiancé’s comment is a nice way to end.

As a side note, I feel the need to defend how I ripped my jeans. They were super worn in, on the inside thigh, and I was sitting on the couch Indian style (I’m glad we are raised to call that sitting position something that is offensive) and stretched my leg out. And then rip.

I still went to the grocery store with a semi-hole in my jeans.


I’m Sorry

*Does the walk of shame*

Hi. I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s been awhile, how was your Thanksgiving? Hopefully well.

I promise I can explain. You know how I got sick? Well, it just wouldn’t go away. To the point where all I did everyday was lay on the couch, watch television or netflix, and not eat that much.

I know. I am as surprised as you are. In fact, I still have a mild cough. Ugh.

I also was at my sister’s house for Thanksgiving, three hours away. And frankly, the adorable 4 month old cuteness of my nephew will always beat out this blog.

No worries, though. When I returned home today I found out that Fiancé went pee in the toilet yesterday morning, before leaving, and didn’t flush it. So I came home to pee in the toilet. Yay.

This obviously means I’m not short on material.

No NaBloPoMo For You

Well, it’s official and it sure didn’t last long. 9 days, to be exact. I am officially stopping NaBloPoMo.

Yeah, I know, I sure can’t cut it. But, I do believe there are reasons behind me backing away from it. Although, I do plan on trying to post more often, I refuse to pressure myself to do it everyday.

You see, the main reason is that when I substitute teach I come home EXHAUSTED. I know, you really wouldn’t think that teaching all day would be a tiring job, but it is so mentally straining and can be rather physically straining too. So, the last thing I really want to do when I get home is write a blog post. It would be a lot easier if I was on a constant schedule, but I’m not. I often don’t know when I will work until late, the evening before.

Also, I almost feel like I am wasting good content by just throwing it out there everyday. Plus, I feel like my posts are not the best quality. Especially looking back at my past few, they are just so dramatic. Although I do have to own up to the fact that I am kind of a dramatic person.

But don’t tell Fiance.

I’m Having a Baby!

Sometimes I feel like I am the only person out there with my type of blog. It really doesn’t help that almost all of the blogs that I read are mommy blogs, so even if they do share something about their significant other, that I can relate too, I don’t fully fit in with them.

A blog that I read, Divine Secrets of a Domestic Diva is currently #3 on Top Mommy Blogs and I found a category there that I could sort of relate to, marriage. Only here comes that same issue, I am not a mommy!

I talked to gwen about wishing I could be listed on that website and she suggested I tell Fiancé that I want a baby so I can properly advertise my blog. I’m sure he would love that idea.

He would love that idea almost as much as my Catholic priest, of which I am calling this week so that Fiancé and I can get married in 7 months.

Liebster Blog Award

I feel so special and very, very loved by my dear friend, gwen. Today, while reading her blog I found out she was awarded the Liebster Blog Award by a fellow blogger, Emma from Craving Fresh. The blog award is meant for those who have less than 200 followers, and to say, “Hey, this person has a good thing going.”

To steal, I mean quote, from gwen, “‘Liebster’ is a German word meaning dear, sweet, kind, nice, good, beloved, lovely, kindly, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.” And there are a few rules that go with it, when you receive this award.

1. Thank the giver and link back to the blogger who gave it to you.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love to other bloggers.
5. And most of all – have fun!

And while feeling super happy for gwen, I read her blog and found out that she nominated me for one. She is such a lovely friend, and I am so thankful for the award. I love that she is my blogging buddy and you all should really go pelt her blog with loving comments.

And now, for my top 5 picks:

1. From The Mudroom: A mommy blog, because I love mommy blogs, about her family dynamics and the hilarity that always comes from having children. Sometimes her posts are hilarious, heartwarming, her giving advice, or all three wrapped into one. She definitely keeps me coming back for more.

2. Ermilia: A coauthored blog, by Ermisenda and Eliabeth. Their blog is an insightful look into their thoughts, writing, book reviews, and charities. And their blogs about their lives always give me a good chuckle.

And then this is where I ran into a problem. All of the blogs that I read have a lot of readers, more than 200 in fact. So, this is going to be a goal of mine during NaBloPoMo, to find 3 more awesome blogs to network and connect with. So, look forward to the three Liebster Blog Awards to come!


There are 5 minutes left in the day! And I have decided, thanks to gwen, that I am going to do NaBloPoMo!! Say what?! I know.

Now, I can say this-some posts might stray a bit from my original bloggin theme. This is something that I have been struggling with lately. I will sometimes have ideas on what I would like to blog about but I feel like I can’t, because it doesn’t involve the Fiancé or us living together.

But what if I pinkie swear that it will still be about my life and, for the most part, amusing? My life can often be rather amusing, actually.

So, this is me cheating with my first post and making it my shortest one yet. Hopefully this NaBloPoMo doesn’t turn into a train wreck.

What started it all

Well, still no nickname. This is more difficult than I thought. Thanks for the private suggestions that were made, but I am afraid they might be too obvious of what the fiancés name is. I’ll figure one out eventually.
And now…the inspiration for me to start bloggin. The fiancé is currently working on his second year at a school in Cleveland to get his Ph.D. in genetics. So he has to go into lab everyday and work, which leaves me a lot of time by myself during the day to unpack and organize things. And since I have a TON of kitchen stuff, I figured I might as well start there.

His, well, I guess our, kitchen is on the smaller side and has limited counter space. So I decided to move the microwave over to the other side of the sink, since that would make for a lot more room.

You know those moments in books when you realize that what the author wrote was foreshadowing and you wished you would have paid more attention? This is one of those times.

I lift up the microwave and I find the following: 1 potato chip (yes, just 1 sad and lonely chip), empty sugar packets, dry noodles, and the strangest crayon that is half blue and half red. But what got me the most was the fact that I found one of these:


A lead refill container with only 1 piece of lead in it. What I wanted to know is why it was in the kitchen, let alone underneath the microwave. I can see him just walking into the kitchen, pencil, refill, and strange crayon in hand, going to make some mac-and-cheese and adding sugar to it because he is weird. And then it all ends up under the microwave instead (minus the pencil, of course).

But soon after cleaning the counter tops, and cloroxing the paint out of the sink (we’ve been painting), I decided to organize the messy pantry. While moving everything around so that it made some sense I thought, “Hmm, maybe I should check the expiration date on these boxes of processed pastas and potatoes. He sure has a lot of them, and I’m sure there’s at least one that might be expired.” And so I pick up the first box and try and find the expiration date, but I swear they always hide those things, and then I see it. The magical number that I am about to see way too much for my own good.


So I dramatically threw it to the ground as I rolled my eyes, and then picked up the next box.


And then I did the exact same thing.

It just kept going. I huffed and puffed and wished I could knock over all the boxes and call it a day, but instead I got out the big black trash bag he had in the pantry and threw all of the boxes into the bag. I continued to go through the boxes of crap. Reader, I dare you to guess how many boxes were expired and therefore thrown away.

Just guess. Don’t worry-you won’t be right.

3/4ths of the BIG black trash bag! This isn’t some small white trashcan bag, these are the “I mean serious business” black bags. Although, not all of them were from 2008, some were 2009 and 2010. But, did I also tell you that fiancé moved into his apartment in undergrad fall of 2007? Why yes, he did. So not only did he buy these boxes of food when he moved into his apartment sophomore year of college, he also let them expire that year, packed them up after he graduated spring of 2010, moved them to a WHOLE NEW CITY and unpack them fall of 2010 in his new place WITHOUT realizing they had expired.

And to add the cherry on top, I found a box of potatoes that expired much earlier than that. 2005, to be exact. And did I tell you that we both graduated high school in 2006? Yep, we did. I don’t want to even know how he ended up with that one.

After fiancé got home from lab/work that day we had an “argument” and he seemed to just not get why “this was a big deal” and how “it is gross.” Because to him, they “taste yummy!” and “they’re in a box!” And when he is even told, “A homeless shelter wouldn’t even accept these if they were donated!” his first phrase out of his mouth is, “Well, I have lower standards than the homeless!”

What the hell have I gotten myself into?