sweet treat

Almost every night after dinner I tell Travis that I need something sweet. That comment is usually followed up with...

ice cream,

a cremeslush treat from Sonic,

or a milkshake from the Malt Shoppe.

I don't know what it is but I always feel like a deserve a treat after eating dinner.... or anytime. I will go to great lengths to come up with excuses or reasons why I need a "sweet treat."

Today, I deserve one. I finished all my finals and I am done until next week. (Yep, that's right, I'm taking 5 classes this summer. I WILL graduate in the Spring, so help me!)

I wonder what "sweet treat" will be tonight? I'm thinking I really need this....

Or maybe this...



Naw, not enough!


I think THIS is the winner.


I need it. Yes... Yes, I do.

(This is actually a banana split from one of my FAVORITE places in Oakland, CA called Fentons. It is truly heavenly.)

It's finals week, so please don't be upset if I ignore you.

a first

Last night I went out to all-you-can-eat sushi with some friends and I ate SO much that when I got into the car, I had to unbutton my pants! NEVER in my whole life have I ever had to do that until last night! Sheesh! My pants weren't even that tight, either! I think I ate my weight in sushi!

house

This is our new house!!

Okay, just kidding. This whole house hunting business is tough! The looking part is easy, but when it comes to offering, counter-offering, etc... I just want it to be over with already and have it be OUR house!

We put an offer on a house back in March and it didn't work out. We recently put an offer on another house (this one was better) and that too didn't work out. For several reasons, we didn't accept the seller's counter-offer. The reason why we didn't accept the offer is quite a long story, but very interesting so if you want to know, I will tell you. (It involves prayer, deliberation, discussion and sex offenders. Am I peaking your interest?)

I'm not even excited about looking for houses any more. I am very quickly getting discouraged. So much for this being a "buyers" market.

Nevertheless I'll keep my head up because we are fortunate to even be in this position. I'll let you know how it goes after we do more walk-throughs later. For now, I'll just relish in the fact that I even have a house to live in.

he passed

On Saturday, our friends Chris and Sandy asked us to watch their little girl while they went out. I admit, I was a little hesitant, only because I have not babysat a child since high school or before! Actually, I take that back, I did babysit my cousin Jet a few years ago. Still, I was a little rusty!

I already had plans that night with my friends to go to sushi (it was my friend Jamie's birthday), and I wasn't going to be home until 8. Chris and Sandy wanted to drop Kylee off at 6:30. Well, I sort of volunteered Travis (I asked him beforehand) to watch Kylee until I could get back.

Well, it wasn't really a "test" per se, however I was curious to know how Travis would handle taking care of Kylee on his own. I wanted to know if he would freak out or if he would be fine, AND if he would just end up watching T.V. and let her wander off. I kept texting him to see how it was going, and he always replied that things were going great! He was passing the test. :)

Needless to say, he was great! They were playing when I got home. This is what I saw when I walked in the door.

She absolutely ADORES Travis! Anytime I tried to get Kylee to walk to me, she would go to Travis' arms instead! It was so cute, and I couldn't help but imagine what it will be like when we have children of our own. Travis is great with kids, and especially Kylee. He loves playing with her, and she loves him back. It's very cute and I know he will make a great Dad someday!


Kylee eventually warmed up to me and we read books together.



She is such a cutie and I love spending time with her! In fact, we just got back from dinner with Chris and Sandy now, and she gives me kisses! I think a few more weeks and she'll be saying "Kat." I already got my other adoptive nephew Marcus saying it and he says it everytime he sees me now. Kylee's next! :)

pam freakout

Today is my sister Lizzie's birthday (Happy Birthday Liz!!!!) and I decided I was going to make her a cake for her birthday. I went to the store and bought all the ingredients. I bought other groceries as well, and because I was in a hurry, I just threw them on the counter and decided I'd put them away after the cake was in the oven. I start blending them together, and looking at the directions. It says I need to grease the pan before putting the batter in it. I go to the cupboard and to my surprise, I have no PAM!!! I don't have Crisco either. I've never even used Crisco since I've been married! Great.

I run over to my in-laws house, and doors are locked. Oh yeah, they are in Mexico for the week! Great. I call my two neighbors. Both not home. I called my visiting teaching companion; answering machine. Here I am running all frantic-like searching for some stupid Pam! Meanwhile my oven is still at 350 degrees, batter waiting to become a delicious cake. I grab my laptop and type in, "how to grease a pan without Crisco or Pam." I click on the first link. Someone had a question about brownies, and I read the entire blurb before even getting to the answer. I got sucked into how she described them so decadently. UGH. I found the answer. OH DUH, you doh doh bird.... BUTTER and flour! HA. So I grab a stick of butter and start slabbing it on there, later sprinkling flour. It was a mess! While I have my hands in this greasy mess, my neighbor calls me back. She said she never keeps pam or crisco in the house, she only uses butter. (The inflection in her voice implied... "Oh silly Kat, you don't know a dang thing about cooking.")

So, remember how I said I went grocery shopping? After putting the cake in the oven, I started putting the items away. I get to THE LAST BAG, and when I pull it away, AHHHHHHH there is the pam, behind the bag!! I'm so stupid, I used the pam only 2 nights ago, and I didn't put it away!!!!! Wow. All that searching for nothing! At least I know I can use butter and flour instead. All in all, it was a whole lot of scurrying, when it was right next to me the entire time. Don't you love when that happens?! :)

marge

I figured it out! I sound exactly like Marge Simpson. For days now I've been saying that I sound like a 13 year old boy going through puberty, but I am still too girly sounding. I am most definitely Marge Simpson, yet worse! Imagine her with a nasty cold and cough.... that's me. Ugh. I have been sick for a few days and everyday my voice gets more horrible. It's so bad! I think I'm on the rise, but I still feel like and look like scud. For now, you can all just call me Marge.

My First Post!

Hello one and all! This is my very first post! I'm going to try and get into this blogging thing! I'll still leave it up to my wonderful wife to wow you with her witty remarks. I will just pop in occasionally and post a thought or two. :)

So for my first experience in blogging I wanted to first say that i heartily agree in what Kat said about Hong Kong, it was amazing! It is one of my favorite places in the world! I was so glad that I got to take my wife there and that she enjoyed it as much or more than i had hoped for! It was great!

Just as a side note, be prepared to read my posts and cringe at the misspelling and bad grammar. Believe it or not I am a college graduate! But most of my writing experience was done with Microsoft word with spellcheck and grammarcheck. oh well, cant win 'em all!

So...back to the main subject, Hong Kong was great and we had a blast and I got all sorts of stylish clothes, but i dont feel bad because they were cheap and "hey, we're on vacation!"

And finally, let me tell you about my little honey buns.
My doll(organic ;) is as dainty as a sparrow,
Her figure is somethin' to applaud.
Where she's narrow she's as narrow an arrow,
And she's broad where a broad should be broad.

A hundred and one pounds of fun,
That's my little honey bun!
Get a load of honey bun tonight.

I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie,
Only sixty inches high,
Ev'ry inch is packed with dynamite!

Ok, i admit it! i stole that from South Pacific! but some of you may not know this, and i hope Kat doesnt mind me telling this, but she was the lead female role in that play after high school and sang that song! The song is all true about Kat though, except the 101 pounds, she's a tiny bit more than that and the 60 inches high, because she's 62-63 inches high! :) but other than that she is an amazing, power packed little person! (i like to use alliterations if you hadnt noticed) she is amazing at so many things and she is so open to new cultures and exotic foods! She is sweet and caring and deeply passionate about so many things! She is is my cuddly cutie pie and i I Love her with all my heart! we go together like peanut butter and Jelly! where i struggle she is skilled. where i rock she can rely. So pretty much were like the coolest thing ever! (said in a Napoleon Dynamite sort of way) So thats pretty much my little intro to getting into this blog thingy. :) peace out yo!