I don’t like storms

i don’t like storms. truly and completely. i have been through too many tornados and severe storms to find them beautiful, i merely find them terrifying. however, like many other things at the moment, the current storm ravaging Fort Wayne has taught me a thing or two about myself.

1) storms pass. no matter how bad it gets, storms will always pass.

2) storms are distracting. [i didn’t say everything i learned was a good thing, i just said i learned stuff!] when a storm is raging, the demands of a to-do list seem less than important. i find myself stumbling online and reading interesting articles such as this article about Twitter and Business.

3) storms require “constant vigilance” [thank you Mad Eye Moody!]. i find myself checking Facebook statuses and Twitter feeds to make sure friends and family are OK.

4) storms make everything cold. it doesn’t matter if the temperature drops only slightly due to a storm, i’m always ALWAYS cold.

5) storms suck.


Stupid Sunburn

sometimes i’m really stupid when it comes to fun in the sun. i try not to be, honest! but i head outside on a sunny day thinking that i will apply sunscreen when the sun actually starts to shine and then whammo! it’s the end of the day and i head inside and look in the mirror. hello sunburnt self…

here’s the best part. typically my face is the first and worst part of my body to burn. however, while the rest of my body was roasting in the sunshine of Sunday, my face is delightfully unfazed. want to know why? my SPF 15 foundation. which means that if i would have applied a mere SPF 15 to my entire being, i wouldn’t be in red, crispy pain! i find this exceedingly lame and tediously annoying.

so what did i learn from this experience? i’m not entirely sure. i think it’s part of a lesson in empathy/sympathy for me. i’m empathetic to a point, but my empathy typically relies on subject matter. i struggle to be empathetic (or sympathetic) when i feel someone has been downright dumb. and then i go and decide to be downright dumb myself. i admit it–i have a bad tendency to make snap judgements (especially if they are what i deem “minor” judgements). playing in the sun for hours without sunscreen… downright dumb.

Thanks God, i needed that. but must my skin be on fire to learn such a lesson?

apparently God thinks that yes, it does. 

My heart breaks for Joplin

it’s hard to imagine this kind of devastation. i know this isn’t the first storm of its kind this year and i’m sure it won’t be the last. but at some point it just becomes heart wrenching to think of  life as we know it so suddenly taken away.

you wake up and it’s a normal day of work and actives, school and homework. then evening comes bringing with it a storm that will destroy your town and annihilate your home. it’s sad to think that so often it takes situations like this (or Hurricane Katrina or 9/11 or the fires in Texas or the list goes on and on…) to shake people into the realization that life is short and breathe is fragile. 

my prayers are with those in Joplin, though even as i type  this, that seems to small and insignificant.

it makes me think of parts of Martine McBrides’ song “Do it Anyway”…

You can spend your whole life buildin’
Something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away 
Build it anyway

God is great but sometimes life aint good
And when I pray
It doesn’t always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway

Some people just make life difficult…

Sometimes people just suck. Everyone knows someone that just tries their patience to the very limits. Let’s be honest, there is probably more than one someone that does that to you. There isn’t a need to define this type of person; in my mind, it suffices to say that they are control freaks that seem to have no idea what they are doing (and more specifically, what they are doing to those around them).

So what do we do with these people?

Honest answer: i’m still trying to figure that out for myself. At this point in my life, my maturity level allows me to cuss them out mentally and that’s as far as i get before i squash my feelings and move on. Logic tells me, however, that this can’t be healthy. I want to do the “adult” thing.. aka, ignore it and move on. but how can i do that when this type of person is relentless about complicating my life (their whole purpose and intent in life, i’m sure)! 

i have tried. I have tried to be diplomatic and talk the issues out. Epic fail. Sometimes this option isn’t really an option because it doesn’t work. but at least in my mind i know i have tried… right? isn’t that at least a start? 

final answer for now: Certain people shouldn’t work together.

Best Buffalo Dip

I can’t take credit for this one, it was passed my way by a co-worker, but i’m passing it on to you (per the request of my mother-in-law!). As with most of my recipes, i subscribe to my mom’s method of creation: add until it looks right.

In a small crockpot mix…

  • a bottle of buffalo sauce (brand of your choice)
  • a package of cream cheese
  • a can of shredded or chunked chicken
  • 3/4 cup of shredded cheddar cheese

Serve with scooped Fritos for pure awesomeness!


i love school. Josh hates it. yup, it’s that cut-and-dry. so when the time came for his graduation, he tried everything in his power to get out of it. he failed. i batted my eyelashes and pouted a bit and he agreed to attend graduation, but the other events he avoided like the plague.  

however, on May 14, 2011, Josh received his diploma like a champ! fun fact for you though, right after this photo was taken, Josh felt the need to live up to his “Thug” nickname and throw up a gang sign to the camera. it as awesome! and i was so proud! 


Also, adding to his persona,  Josh donned his signature do- rag during the ceremony and added his white airbrushed hat to his attire as soon as he was told to switch his tassel to the other side of his cap. 


It’s not that he doesn’t respect the institution, he does (though admittedly in his own  way), but rather, he just marches to his own beat. his passions are different than mine. for me, graduation was a huge honor and accomplishment. yes, it was boring. yes, it was           dull. but it was something that i had earned.

for Josh, graduation was just another ritualistic hoop he had to jump through. that’s one of the many things i love about my husband… he reminds me that ritual is less important that relationships. i get that confused sometimes. 

God knew what he was doing when he put Josh and i together!



cutest cupcakes ever!

Literal Cup Cake

These are, by far, the cutest cupcakes i have ever seen! For them here!

Better Than WINNING Cake

it has taken years, but i have finally done it. i have found a dessert that Josh, my non-dessert-eating husband, loves as much, if not more, than me! It goes by many names, but i’m going to christen it Better Than WINNING Cake!

Bake a Devil’s Food Chocolate Cake as usual. As soon as it comes out of the oven, the fun begins…

  • take the non-spoon end of a wooden spoon and poke a bunch of holes in the still-hot cake
  • pour a can of butterscotch over the still-hot cake
  • pour a can of caramel over the still-hot cake
  • pour a can of sweetened condensed milk over the still-hot cake
  • put the now incredibly-gooey cake in the fridge and let it chill for a few hours
  • once chilled, ice the cake with cool whip
  • sprinkle bits of a Health Bar over the cool whip
  • Serve and enjoy!
i’m pretty much in love with this dessert!

Families are like fudge

For the record, i have never been good at posting things. “Why have a blog?” you may ask… I don’t really have a good answer for that. The best i can conjure is that i have a desire to write and want (or need, depending on how you look at it) to overcome my issues with letting people read my work. Removing all pretense, i want my voice to be heard.

Also on that note, you would probably be surprised at how many posts i have written and not published. It’s sad, really. If i get gutsy enough old posts may start popping up.

Families are like fudge, mostly sweet with a few nuts.  ~Author Unknown

Before i got married, even before i met Josh, i had assumed based on the potential in-laws i had met prior to meeting Josh that i would have rocky-at-best relationships with my in-laws. Past boyfriends may read this (though i doubt it) and be offended, but it’s the truth. My ex’s parents didn’t care for me too much, save one. i wish i knew why that was. maybe i will know when i’m a mom someday (no, don’t get any crazy ideas, i’m NOT on my way to mom-hood). but honestly, i didn’t get it as a teenage. i just assumed that i was destined to have a rocky relationship with my in laws.

come to think of it, i think my mother-in-law would even admit that she didn’t care for me to much when Josh and i started dating (love you Mom!).

but i can honestly say that i love my in-laws! i have a wonderful mother- and father-in-law! they are wonderfully kind and generous people who have welcomed me with open and loving arms. and my bro- and sis-in-law are two of my favorite people on the planet!

this past weekend was spent with all of these wonderful people (and Josh of course!) because of Josh’s graduation.

some people might think that cramming six people into a single bedroom apartment for a weekend is a new form of torture (and five or six years ago, i probably would have agreed!), but it was a weekend i was looking forward to for a month! it was crammed and everyone was on top of each other, but it was fun! every meal was full of chaos and laughter, and evenings were alight with laughter and games!

don’t get me wrong, i’m exhausted! but it’s a good kind of exhausted, the kind that comes from energy spent creating awesome memories!

thank you family for the awesome weekend!

Bored with eating?

Do you even get bored with eating? I do. I hope I’m not alone.

It’s odd. I really like eating, I enjoy good food and I like cooking, but there are times when the idea of actually eating is pretty dang blah. It’s almost more fun to smell the food then it is to partake in it. When these moments occur and I know I should eat, I do. But there is little enjoyment in it.

Man, even as I type this it sounds weird.

Oh well, continuing on…. I combat this food lull by finding new things to cook, but still there are times when it is, again, more fun to cook and smell the food than actually eat it. I wonder why this is?

Usually these food ruts last for about a month and then things return back to normal. My guess is that most people around me wouldn’t even notice because I’m not really a big eater to start with (I’m more a grazing kind of gal). Luckily for my husband, when I hit these food doldrums he gets a lot of exciting meals! I guess there is a silver lining in any cloud, right?