IrenicEmbers

1. Got the job and the pay increase (woot!)

2. Leaving for Tempe for a week Sunday for work and then a week of training (not woot)

3. Had the conversation with a family member long over due (told them I’m calling a truce and to control her wackadoodle sister – family drama over)

4. Was planning on visiting Maggie in NY for her birthday in two weeks and due to #2 that’s canceled (sad not woot)

5. Bought a snot load of stuff at the Calphalon outlet store (one of which I cannot *wait* to try)

6. After #3, Nick came home early, listened to me rant and rave and we took the dog to watch the sunset over Puget Sound (very woot)

7. I love my husband so much and will miss him terribly next week.

I had a high and low list but I forgot what my lows were for the first week of April.

SUGAR HIGH!

For Easter weekend, I wasn’t feeling particularly fabulous and subjected Nick to hours of bad TV. During one commercial break, he saw an ad for Mile High Peanut Butter Pie. So for his pain and suffering, I decided to make it and didn’t do so well. Part of the instructions called for wrapping the edges of the dough in foil to prevent burning. But I over-wrapped and that’s why in the second picture there’s an uncooked spot. Oh well. I tried.

Rest assured we didn’t eat the entirety of this un-holy creation of fat and butter. I had a small bit and I made Nick take the rest to his job for the guys.

Oh and because the tulips came early this year, he got me tulips for the house instead:

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I’ve been thinking of how to properly dissuade my nutso aunt from visiting this site. I could just label a lewd picture with her name so that anytime anyone searches for her name, it will hit on said picture.

Yeah, sorry I’m an angry bitch.

I was going through some pictures, looking for one in particular that I’d scanned some months back and couldn’t find it. Instead I found these that I took last weekend when Nick was walking the dog. He called me from across the street and wanted me to test out the longer lens on the camera.

This is through the teeny tiny balcony on the front side of the building.

All down the street the trees are in bloom, it really is so pretty.

I really should do something about that dog’s constant desire to kill people … lil fucker’s ALWAYS on alert.

Last weekend, Nick made breakfast. I think I posted about this creation before. It’s his most favourite thing to make.

First you toast the bread in enough butter to make Paula Deen blush.

Then you brown some BACON!

Toss bacon on toasted bread, spread out.

Pour in beaten eggs (salt and pepper egg mixture)

Sprinkle on some herb-age, in this case parsley

More salt and pepper. Then pop in oven to finish cooking and puff up.

I didn’t take a picture of the finished product because I was famished by the time he was finished.

The reason I’m posting this is because of what happened after. I was complaining that I wanted juice and there was no damned juice in the house. I could easily have made tea but I wanted juice. So the following day, juice was on sale at the supermarket and I bought some.

Nick had to go to the pharmacy and he called to ask me if I wanted juice as he had to stop by the supermarket too. I told him that I’d already bought some. He comes up about an hour later (one day I will go into a discussion on why ANY shopping trip with Nick turns into hours long events) with a bag of “stuff.”

Sheepishly, he said, “I really wanted to get you juice but since you already bought it, I wanted to get you something.”

This is what he got me instead:

None of which I’ve ever used prior but it touched me all the same. He’s insane that one.

Nick makes a big celebration of all the corny romantic days. Valentine’s was no exception: