Chicken and Sausage Gumbo Recipe

You guys, I'm so behind on all the entertaining things I need to post about...like pictures of my old house...and my new house. Maybe that will happen eventually but this is definitely more important! Yesterday, I fed the missionaries. Slap hands! We have sisters here, which is super lucky because sisters are awesome! :) One of them could have been Allison's hair and complexion twin--it was weird. Anyway...I took the opportunity to make my all time favorite meal from when I was a missionary (which was AGES ago, for those who are counting)...GUMBO. Oh gumbo...the most delicious soup served with rice and (if you are lucky and know about it) potato salad! YUM! And as a bonus...it rained most of the day so it was totally cold enough to justify making soup! I'm not sure if I have fed this to any of you, and if not I am so sorry...you have suffered in ignorance far too long. So I thought I would prepare a little picturized guide to making this most delicious meal (with the recipe posted first of course...you all know how much I despise having to scroll to the bottom of a post for a recipe)!

So yesterday when I made this, I definitely timed myself to see how long it took - a little over 2 hours. Yikes. That is kind of a long time...but keep in mind that I wasn't only cooking...I was finding songs for the kids to dance to on Spotify and fetching toys and snacks and keeping the baby from lapping up the rainwater that had pooled on the back patio. Sans distractions you could probably do this in an hour and a half- maybe less if you crock pot it. Either way, it's so worth it. 

I usually make the potato salad first...usually a couple hours in advance. I like to refrigerate it for a bit. So first, put some water on to boil and while you are waiting...peel and chop those potatoes. 1 inch chunks are good. You can also start some water for the hard-boiled eggs. And just so you don't have to look up how to do it: put 3 eggs in saucepan with water covering the eggs by 1 inch. Put the lid on and bring to a boil; then reduce the heat to low (so the water is kind of simmering) and time it for 15 minutes. Drain the water immediately and add some cold water to cool them off...I usually add ice to the cold water and let it sit for a bit. Anyway...back to the potatoes...

Boil the potatoes for about 15 minutes. Test one to see if its soft...no? Boil a little more...it's better for these potatoes to be overcooked...definitely don't under cook! Once the potatoes are done, drain them in a colander and let 'em sit for a bit to cool. While you're waiting, chop 2 or 3 green onions and make the dressing for the potato salad. 

Here's the stuff you need. And although I have a picture of Vlasic relish...use Heinz if you can find it...it's the best. Jeff was the one doing the shopping that day I guess...otherwise this stuff would not have been brought home from the store. So mix the mayo, miracle whip, relish and mustard together. Put the now (hopefully) cool-ish potatoes in a big bowl. Add the green onions and chopped hard-boiled eggs. Pour the dressing on and stir. A lot. This should end up like thick mashed potatoes with chunks in it. Not happening? Get out your potato masher and mash it up a little. It should look kind of like this when it is done:

So now throw some water and chicken in a pot to boil. Or if you can score a good sized rotisserie chicken, that will save you some time. I sure tried that, but here's a tip- grocery stores apparently don't stock those little gems at 9 in the morning...which is when I went to the store. Anyway. Boil the chicken. While the chicken is boiling, chop all of these veggies:

That's right, just start chopping...

...until you have this. Set it aside for a minute. When the chicken is done, remove it from the pot and set it aside to cool. Meanwhile, strain the chicken water to get rid of any floaties (you don't have to do this, but I usually do). Then add more water to the pot - you want the pot just a little bit more than half full. Put it back on the stove and bring it to a boil. Meanwhile, make the Roux. (pronounced roo) I used to think you had to use special Roux mix or pre-made roux that you buy at the store, but one time I couldn't get my hands on it so I just used brown gravy mix. And guess what? It works just fine. Some would probably say that my gumbo is not authentic because of this...but I can't say that I care. :)

So mix 1 cup of gravy mix with two cups of cool water and whisk it into the boiling water in the pot...stir quickly so you don't get lumps. 

Now you have a decision to make...you can either put everything in a crock pot and let it slow cook on low for 3-4 hours (which is what I did) or finish it in the pot on the stove. If you do it on the stove, put in all the veggies, the 1 tsp. of Tony's, bay leaves and salt and pepper to taste. Let it simmer, stirring occasionally, until the veggies are cooked. Add the sausage, cut into 1/4 inch slices...

This is the sausage I use...it's pretty good. 

Should look something like this.

Shred the chicken and add it to the pot. Let it simmer a bit longer...and make some white rice while you're at it...

Then it's time to eat!! ;) First put some rice in a bowl. Top it with a liberal amount of gumbo. Sprinkle some Tony's on top. Put some potato salad in a separate bowl. Then get a little spoon full of potato salad, dip it in the gumbo and eat. Repeat until you are full! Then get seconds because it's delicious :) 

One final note about Tony's Chachere's...you must have this or the gumbo won't taste good! You can get this at walmart in the spice aisle for a couple bucks. Totally worth it. Enjoy!

Boom, crash the sound of my...door.

So as most of us know, my house is for sale. Oh what fun. But really though...it is fun. Would you believe that my house has been spotless for 2 straight weeks? Ah-mazing! I kind of love it. We've had about 10 showings now but no offers yet...still waiting for the right buyer to come along. I will post some pics of the house at some point, but that is not what this post is about. So here's the story...
The other day we had 2 showings scheduled for the same day...one at 11 and one at 12:30. So we decided to pack a lunch and go hang out at the park for a couple of hours. Fun right? Yes, it was fun. So Audri, Lydia and I went to the park. Good times were had by all and then at about 12:50 I got a phone call from my real estate agent. She said she had just been on the phone with an agent who was at the house and he had called to make her aware of a little problem with the house. At this point I started imagining a burst pipe flooding the house, so I was happy when she told me that one of the panes on our back door was broken. Whew! Just a broken window pane...curious since it had been fine when we left, but not that big of deal, right? Well here is what greeted me when I got home:

Fun, right? Well The best part is that when my agent called the first agent to find out what happened he pretended he didn't know anything about it! And my agent came over and we investigated and found out what had happened...

I was the one who finally figured it out… I was feeling a little bit like Veronica Mars... Glass door on a windy day… Meet the light fixture! Yes that is what broke it! Luckily we got it fixed that night and even more luckily the dishonest agent called my agent back and finally confessed that one of his clients had helped break it somehow! (He claims a 4 year old was the last one thru the door when they came inside and he didn't shut it all the way. Wind. Crash. You get the idea). His conscience must have gotten the better of him...And so he paid for it! yeah. That is all.

Let it out

I had a meltdown in the grocery store this morning. Hyperventilation, crying, the whole thing. I'm pretty sure the checkout lady thought I was crazy. Nope. Not crazy. Just emotionally repressed. Sigh. I do this sometimes… But clearly not enough. After I got out to the car I sat there and cried some more... Partly because I was too anxious to leave and partly because I really needed to cry. Meanwhile, my four-year-old and 18-month-old are in the backseat watching me. "Why are you crying mommy?" Well... I tried to explain to my four-year-old that just like kids cry, sometimes moms cry too. Only I felt really weird. Why do I feel weird crying in front of my children? Oh I don't know, maybe because I never saw my own mother cry until I was 17 years old. Maybe because my father threatened to "give me something to cry about" when I cried as a child. (I don't fault my parents for these things, but they did happen). Maybe because I'm worried that my children will lose confidence in me somehow. Maybe because society has given us the message that crying is weak and unacceptable (unless someone dies or you go thru a break up), otherwise, crying anywhere besides your shower makes you "emotional" and "unstable". This is seriously messed up. So after I calmed down enough to drive home (and after a nice little "stability chat" in the car with one of my friends who happened to be at the grocery store at the same time as me) life got back to normal. Only for whatever reason I was still thinking about crying… and how completely therapeutic it is. Here is what I noticed... My four-year-old cried 4 different times in less than an hour over various issues... "I want my cousin to stay longer than two days" (cry). "I don't want my grapes in that bowl I want them in a cup-no that cup has Oreo crumbs in it" (cry) "Lydia won't give me that baby and I had it first" (cry). "I ran into the couch and it hurts right here" (cry). Seriously. Now obviously not every day is like this...she is little bit sick... But kids cry very easily about anything and everything, and I must say I'm a little jealous. Think of how much more emotionally healthy I would be if every time I felt like crying, I just did. None of this holding it back so I can look tough crap (or whatever). No keeping it in so I won't be judged as weepy or unstable. Life is frustrating. Sometimes you really just need a good cry to reset your emotional clock ... but for whatever reason, I don't cry easily. The stress has to just build and build and build until finally I just crack. Yes, I need therapy. I feel like I should've learned somewhere along the way how to be more emotionally mature... Like how to handle anger and effectively deal with frustration. How to overcome fears. And how to feel a little bit vulnerable or out-of-control but be okay with it. Kids often cry because they don't know how to deal with the emotions created by the problems they face. And whether or not the problem is actually solved, they generally feel better after a little bit of crying. (I'm sure it also helps that mom is usually there to hug them and tell them that everything is going to be okay). Well guess what? I often don't know how to deal with the emotions either. I "grew up", but rather than learning how to deal with problems and the resulting emotions, I just learned not to cry. Awesome. So now the question is, how do I undo 34 years of crappy conditioning? Right...therapy. :) I want to learn how to be more emotionally healthy so that I can teach my kids how to do it... And that might just mean they see me cry more often. That way, maybe they will know that I'm a real person... Not a robot with no feelings. Crying is beneficial and normal and it makes you human! So let's all cry together! Don't hold back...go start your own waterworks!

Stuff on Toast

Is there a term for eating things on toast? You know how if you have a piece of pie with ice cream it's called "pie al a mode"? Well I think there should be a term for eating things on toast. Because toast  is delicious. And because I eat a LOT of things on toast! I found a list online of things that are good on toast and a couple of my favorites did not make the list! So just for fun here are a few of my favorite things to eat on toast (The toast must be buttered for maximum deliciousness. Also, some foods taste better on white toast and some are better on wheat... but I think that is just a personal preference).

Yogurt --obviously. Learned this one at a very young age. I have been surprised how many people have not even tried this! College roommates, mission companions, pretty much anyone who has ever seen me eat yogurt on toast always gives me a really funny look, but once they try it they're totally converted!

Cream of Wheat -- Um, yes! I am not a brown sugar in cream of wheat type of gal... Nope...I like it plain, and spread on buttered toast!

Scrambled eggs-- Yum Yum Yum! If only I could figure out a better way to keep the eggs from falling off the toast while I am eating it...

Spaghetti--This was my go to high school lunch... You know that year I was coming home for lunch every day during volleyball season?  Well anyway... Spaghetti on toast is awesome!

Minestrone Soup--This is even better if it's leftover minestrone soup! I think I discovered this one when I was trying to gag down Mom's minestrone (Who likes the soup that is completely full of vegetables when they are a kid?) --now, it's the only way I eat it and I love it!


So there you have it.... Go enjoy something delicious on toast today! :)

Garlic Cheesy Bread Recipe

Who likes Garlic Cheesy Bread? I'm pretty sure everyone but Dad. So I think it is in everyone's best interest to have this recipe in their bag of cooking tricks. Here's why:

1- It tastes DELICIOUS!  

2- You can make this in 1 hour from start to finish! and 

3- It will keep your man happy (Juli, I'm talking to you--unless of course Tom is not a garlic fan, in which case he can join Dad in the haters camp or you can make it with less or no garlic. Still yummy).

When I first got married, I really sucked at making anything with yeast. I tried several times to make bread or cinnamon rolls or ANYTHING with yeast and it never worked. I even messed up Rhodes bake and serve rolls. Not kidding. Then I moved to Minnesota...and I bought a candy thermometer and different yeast, and now I am a superstar. ;) So I feel obligated to pass on my bread making knowledge to you...so you don't have to suffer! 

So I thought it would be funny to do this in food blogger style...you know, with tons of mostly useless pictures...except I didn't take pictures of every step...and I am going to put the recipe at the top...I hate it when they make you scroll through 3000 pictures before you can see the actual recipe! So here you go! :) Enjoy!

Ok, so start with the yeast...this is what I use:

They sell small packets of yeast in the flour aisle, and I have used those with some success but only if I use a candy thermometer to get the water temperature perfect (at least 110 degrees).

So put the sugar and yeast in the pretty warm but not blazing hot water and mix it up a bit. Let it sit for 5 minutes or so...til you can see a few bubbles...then the yeast is likely dissolved and you know you didn't kill it.

Mix it in with the flour + salt as best you can...use your hands to mix it the rest of the way. Then knead it a bit (you know, stretch it and smash it...I usually just do it in my hands, not on the counter. Don't get too crazy...just do it til your hands get tired (no picture cause this step is a little messy...didn't want to get it all over the camera)! Also, you can do this in a mixer, but with this small a batch it doesn't work great with my Bosch mixer. Plus I hate to clean the dang thing, so I save that for bigger batches. Put the ball of dough in a bowl, cover with a towel and let it rest for at least 15-20 minutes. (Longer is ok).

Get some butter and garlic powder and Parmesan cheese. Put the butter in a small bowl and put it in the micro-zapper long enough to barely melt it. Don't forget about it or it will be too hot and you'll have to wait for it to cool. (DO NOT add the Parmesan if the butter is hot...it will melt the cheese and ruin it!)  Just watch it and wait...takes 10-15 seconds. Add the garlic powder and mix well. Then add the Parmesan. This is what it should look like:

Spray the pan with cooking spray and flatten the dough out in your hands into a circle about 8 inches in diameter. Then put it on the pan and press it out with the heel of your hands until it is big and about 1/4 inch thick. 

Spread the garlic/Parmesan mixture all over with the back of a spoon...

Now the cheese...this Frigo stuff from Costco is yum! Sprinkle it on ...

 ...let it rise for 20 minutes or more (if you want it thicker, let it rise longer) and throw it in the oven...Put it on the bottom rack so the bottom gets done well. Bake it at 425 for 10-15 minutes. Check it at 10 minutes...and cook it more if necessary...it should look about like this when it's done:

Cut it apart and enjoy!  It is delicious alone or dipped in some ranch...mmm

Public Service Announcement

I had to break away from my regular posting schedule (never) to bring you this important laundry announcement: ALWAYS CHECK POCKETS!!!

I know it is everyone's dream to open the dryer and find red crayon covering every piece of white clothing they own, but I feel it is my duty to try to help prevent this irritating occurrence! 

I'll admit, as my laundry piles have grown higher I have grown lazier and pretty much never check pockets anymore. I don't ever put things in my pockets. And my girls refuse to wear most clothes that have pockets (too scratchy!). So yesterday when I was doing laundry, it never occurred to me that someone may have left not one, but TWO crayons in the one pair of shorts that made it into the load of whites. 

It could have been worse. Luckily the crayons were the triangle shaped kind and they got stuck by the lint trap in front of the door (and dripped all down the lint screen).  Lots of the shirts were inside out. One of the crayons was yellow. And judging by the look of the aforementioned pocket, the crayons stayed in there a while before being tossed around with all the clothes. It could have been much worse. 

So 3 hours later and half a bottle of oxyclean stain remover, the clothes are being washed again. I hate wasting time on crap like this...so the really irritating part for me is that I could have checked those pockets about 3,000 times in the amount of time it has taken me to clean up the mess! So there you have it. Just check those pockets.

And for those who are wondering...the crayons were put in the pocket at a restaurant to prevent the baby from eating them. 

Art 101

My third year of college, I decided I was going to be an art major with an emphasis in photography. So that first semester I signed up for all the required classes: art history, art appreciation, two dimensional design and three dimensional design. I actually really enjoyed all of the classes, however in the end I decided not to pursue a degree in photography... Mostly because I wasn't a super awesome photographer. But also because the prevailing theme in every class where you actually had to create your own art was that there were certain design principles that should be followed, however the grading was all very subjective... It seemed like if the teacher liked your stuff you got a good grade. If they did not, then you did not. Case in point, my two-dimensional design class. I'm pretty sure all we did was make art projects in that class and it was awesome! I would get excited about every assignment because I thought my ideas were good and I was always very pleased with my finished projects. And then I would take them to class and the teacher would be less than thrilled... It was frustrating and downright annoying when I got a B- in that class.  And the worst part is it actually made me question my abilities as an artist. Good thing that 15 years later I have come to my senses and realized that anyone can be an artist. And some people will like my stuff and some people will not... But that does not make it any less "art".  So the last few years as I have created what I think are amazing and artistic quilts... I have thought a few times, "take that 2-D design teacher!"

:) So go be artistic!!

Um...yeah!

Guess what I found at the store tonight? Oh yes. It's like a dream come true. I haven't had Banana Pudding ice cream in over 10 years. Not since leaving Texas. I haven't lived anywhere that even had Blue Bell in the store. So imagine my surprise when I saw it on sale in 2 different store ads today...I went back in time to a star filled summer night in Vidor, TX. That was a crazy complicated summer. A crawfish boil was just winding down...and we were eating as much Blue Bell as we could safely fit in our bowls. I have missed it. I just didn't realize how much until today. Well the drought is over... And to top it off, there was only one carton of the banana pudding left. When I got to the freezer section and saw all the lovely cartons, I didn't dare hope that they would have it (my favorite flavor)... But I discovered it in back of the others...all alone. Like it was just waiting for me to find it. Seriously. I best $3.88 I have spent all month! The bad news is, the rest of the family has been converted....so I won't be single-handedly finishing off the entire carton. Mmmmm...excuse me while I go get a little more...

Don't worry...I've taught you well.

Juli and I may or may not have watched a classic movie last week. Well...we didn't exactly sit down and watch it... But it was definitely on while we were painting. Since having children (and growing up a bit?) I have pretty much forgotten how to quote movie lines. Oh oh OH! It's probably because I hardly ever watch movies anymore! So I guess I haven't really forgotten how to do it... Because one showing of a quotable flick and it's all coming back to me! For real, it's been over a week since I saw the movie, but I have been catching myself saying things like:

"She really is..."
"Chew like you have a secret."
"When debutantes disagree, they say it with their eyes."
"You know you could use the front door."
"This is not good"
"Ya CRAZY!"
"Trouble with your wig Hastings?"
"I made breakfast darling!"
And "just know!"

And of course you can't just say the lines...you have to say them in the voice of the character in the show. It's gotten so bad that the kids are saying the lines too...
Oh, and poor Juli has been getting text challenges to use some of the lines in a conversation (twiglet)!! Oh what fun!!

Man, there is nothing like a good quotable movie! I think I'll watch it again!

Word, G-mun.

What?!

I don't like cilantro. Or cantaloupe. Or steak. All things my husband likes. I like 80's rock, and country. Husband...not really a fan. This is totally ok with me...everyone likes different foods and different music. (But too bad for him-- I'm the grocery shopper and the cook...so guess which things he doesn't eat very often?) ;) Sometimes I buy him clothes, and occasionally he doesn't like them. He has told me before (though not in these exact words) that he thinks he has better fashion sense than I do. I'm not offended. Everyone has different taste. I get that. But every once in a while I am mystified by what other people like. I've made a few quilts in the past that I think are super cool, cute and pretty much the best things ever. I post them on my blog...and then don't get near the response from the online community that I expect. It's disappointing...but probably only because I think that everyone else will see it the way that I see it, and they don't. Expectations are a funny thing. So then I make a quilt that is mediocre in my mind--not great, just OK. Not my favorite quilt ever. And it goes VIRAL on pinterest. This has happened a few times. And I sit back, scratch my head and say, "What?!" Did not see that coming. And every time this happens, I have to remind myself that it doesn't matter what other people think of my stuff...cause it's mine...so I will enjoy what I like, and let others do the same. And we'll all be one big happy family...

Would you like to guess which is my favorite? Which one is yours?

Shoe envy

Life is not fair. I have known this for a long time. But occasionally I realize it all over again and I just have to say it out loud. I was in the first grade when I saw the first pair of cute shoes that I had to have. They were on the feet of Nicole Downs--the girl who sat behind me. They were white hightops with pink, yellow and turquoise hearts on the side. They were perfect. I asked her where she got them and she told me. As luck would have it, I needed a new pair shoes. So I told my mom I had found the pair I wanted and asked her to take me to the shoe store to get them. So we went to the shoe store. I found the kids section, saw the shoes and started looking for them in my size. Before long I discovered that not only did they not carry them in my size, they didn't carry ANY cute shoes in my size. Because in the first grade I wore a size 4. In women's. That was the day I found out that I had BIG feet. It was a devastating realization. Mostly because I wanted the cute high top shoes. And instead went home with a plain pair of white grandma shoes.

Having big feet wasn't always bad. There were a few times in school when I won the Bigfoot contest and got a big foot shaped donut or cookie and a little extra attention for having such big feet...But I would have definitely traded those few treats for a smaller shoe size any day! Over the years I have been disappointed several times when I could not find a cute pair of shoes because they did not make it in my size...which is holding steady at size 11. I really need an 11 1/2 but since they don't make that size and there are less shoes that are cute in size 12 I decided that 11 is my size.

So in the last couple of weeks I have been seeing lots of cute shoes on the feet of girls I see all the time. I asked Madi's kindergarten teacher where she got her darling green bow sandals and her answer: Kohl's. So then yesterday at church I saw another darling pair and asked the woman where she had gotten them and she said..."Kohl's... And they were so cheap!" So this morning I was in Kohl's looking for a shirt for Jeff. So on the way out I decided to check out their shoe section. Well it was a gold mine! There were TONS of darling shoes and sandals...and lots of them were 80% off! Here, I took pictures:

Not crazy about the crochet but the mint green makes them awesome! And they would look sooo cute with the new mint green maxi dress I just got from Target.

 Mmmm... Turquoise and adorable Love, love, LOVE!

My picture does not do these justice-- they are 3 shades of aqua... They also had these in brown, silver and white...and they were 8.99. Plus another 15% off that. Crazy. They were my faves and I was ready to buy them in every color. But of course guess what the largest size they made any of these sandals in? Thats right...10. Ten. TEN! Really? So it was a goldmine as long as they actually made any of the shoes in your size. big sigh.

So I'm super jealous of everyone with normal sized feet! But the good news is...today I found out that they make special shoes in size 15. At least my feet aren't THAT big! :) 

Baby brain

Sometimes I am amazed at the amount of brain cells you lose when you have a baby. I mean, you know you're tired. The sleep deprivation is pretty obvious. But the loss of brain cells kind of sneaks up on you… Like today, for example. I had to pick Miss M up from school at 11:40. I knew the parking lot at the school would be crowded because of a special event going on, so I decided to leave a little early. I got the other two kids ready, put them in the car, got them seat belted in and then dug around in my purse for my keys. Not finding them, I ran back inside to see if they were on the counter. Nope. So I ran back outside, dug around in my bag again, and asked my three-year-old if she knew where my keys were. (sometimes she plays with them and hides them or loses them). She said they were probably in a drawer. So at this point I am thinking, great, we are going to be late. So I called one of my friends who was picking up her kid from the school and asked her to tell the teacher that I would be late and might need to pick up Miss M in the office since I could not find my keys. Meanwhile, the baby was screaming so I decided to pull both kids out of the car and bring them in the house so my three-year-old could help me find the keys. So I took both kids into the house, put the baby seat down on the floor and went back outside to check my purse one more time. It was then that I noticed the dinging sound coming from the car... You know the sound...it's the one that happens when the door is open and you've left your keys IN THE IGNITION! If I'd had time, I would've smacked myself in the forehead! Seriously? How is it possible that I had stuck the keys in the ignition not two minutes earlier and could not remember that I had done it? Amazing. Well luckily I was able to throw both kids back in the car, call my friend and let her know I was on my way and get to the school before the teacher locked the gate. My only excuse is baby brain...

Monsoon season

Sometimes it rains in the desert. Big storms. And this is what comes pouring off your roof during said storm:

Welcome home Kaeli. Guess I will have to start blogging again. So if you happen to drive thru my town you might get to see these little cuties...

Just sayin...

(short term) memory loss

You know how you do some things so many times that it is easy to forget if you did it this time? For example, I take my vitamins as part of my bedtime routine. Some times I get to the end of my routine and think, "did I already take my vitamin? I can't remember!" And the sad part is, if I did take it, it was less than 5 minutes ago that I did it! Sad. And super irritating! Because then I don't dare take it just in case I already did! So what reminded me of this was tonight when I went down to put some clothes in the dryer. I use dryer sheets, and normally I throw one in before I put the clothes in...but not always. So every time before I start the dryer, I think, "did I already put one in?" I can't see it if I did...since it's under a pile of wet clothes...but i also can't remember back to two minutes earlier and whether or not I have done it. So because i am too lazy to dig under the clothes to find out, I just throw another one in, just in case I didn't do it. Static cling is worse than a wasted dryer sheet! And you wouldn't believe how many times I have found two dryer sheets in a basket of clean laundry. Why can I remember the address to the bus station after a whole month but I can't remember what I did 2 minutes ago? Brains are weird.

875

I moved recently. Halfway across the country and into a condo we found online. We didn't bother to tour the place in advance because, A: it was big enough to fit my quilting machine; B: it was only going to be for a year (you can do anything for a year); and last, but most importantly, C: it was $875 per month. EIGHT-SEVENTY-FIVE. For those of you who have never looked for housing on the east coast, let me put this in context. A small, two or three bedroom house is about $1500 --and is 20 miles away from the hospital where husband works (unacceptable). An apartment, 2 bedroom, medium sized and close is $1600 (but has no space for the aforementioned quilting machine-which is kindof a deal-breaker). The dream house with at least 1600 square feet, 3-4 bedrooms and close to work is (brace yourselves) $2000 to 3000+! Yikes, right? So now it should be completely obvious why we couldn't pass this place up. It was too good to be true! And how bad could it be right? Tiny kitchen with literally 3 feet of counter space? 875! No room for a guest bed? 875! No garage or covered parking? 875! The justification for every shortcoming of this place before we moved was: (you guessed it!) 875! So I'm not gonna lie, the first couple weeks were ROUGH. Nothing could have prepared me for what we really got for 875. Here's a short list, just for fun.

-no air conditioning (P.S. the east cost is HUMID)
-kitchen cabinets that look dangerously close to falling off the wall
-two kitchen drawers...neither of which fit even the smallest silverware tray
-weird smells; most notably elusive propane exhaust (this literally drove me crazy for a good two weeks)
-nasty smelling basement (smell waxes and wanes with the humidity)
-old plumbing...we've had the plumber out twice already in less than a month
-a neighbor who ruins every breath of cool fresh air with his smoking on the front porch requiring the closing of windows/doors several times per day
-pet mouse who lives under the deck

 Yes, 875 gets you a lot...but don't worry, there is more! We also get:

-a pool! A nice pool!
-a swing set...and a 30 second walk to get to it!
-fabulous deck that the kids play on for hours, and we eat on frequently
-close neighbors with kids for my girls to play with
-cute neighbor friend (in my ward who lives 1 minute away)
-less square footage=less cleaning!
-extra money (not being spent on rent) so we could afford to buy shelves, drawers, air purifiers, fans and a small air conditioner YAY

 So though it was rocky at first, the pros are starting to outweigh the cons. This place is starting to grow on me. And if I ever get frustrated with anything here...I just say to myself...875.

People are weird...

I saw an unfamiliar car pull up in front of our neighbors house across the street this morning. I saw a few middle aged ladies get out and pull some stuff from their trunk. I got bored watching and went back to what I was doing. 2 hours later my kids are looking out the front window. Madi yells, "they decorated the house! Christmas is coming!" So I go to the window and see this:

upon looking closer, I discover that the decorations on the neighbors house are bras...

lots and lots of bras...there is even a lacy black one on the mailbox.

You know it is probably the neighbors birthday today...she is probably turning 40 or something...and there is probably some inside joke going on here that has those women all laughing hysterically at their wittiness...

All I know is those gnomes are getting an eyeful today!

Anniversary...

I don't know if anyone else does this, but occasionally on random days of the year I will think, "last year at this time I was...(fill in the blank here with where ever and what ever I was doing)". Then I will think, "that is so weird that it's been a whole year since then."  Well every year on April 24th I think, "it's been X number of years since I got home from my mission." Today it's been 9 years. NINE. That is such a long time! There were days when I was a missionary that I thought it would never end...and more days when I wished it never would. But it did end, and now when I look back on it, I can't believe what a small part of my life that was...I've been home 6 times as long as I was out. And that seems so weird to me...18 months seemed so long back then. I still remember it all like it was yesterday. And even though it was such a comparatively short time in my life, I think it has had more of an impact on me than anything else I've ever done...so I'm always glad to celebrate this little anniversary...missions are awesome, and I'm so excited for Juli's call tomorrow!!

Dear Crazy Neighbor Girl,

Thank you for waking me up this morning. You know I really hate to sleep in past 4:45 am--especially when I have a killer cold. I'm just so fortunate that you decided to yell into your phone out on the balcony...I'm sure "baby girl" appreciated it too...she probably wouldn't have been able to hear you if you hadn't increased your volume with every f-bomb you dropped! I really appreciate how considerate you are...you made it so much easier for me to eavesdrop! Most people try to have their conversations in private where the entire apartment complex can't hear them-but not you. No, no need to apologize, I enjoy it when you broadcast the intimate details of your super-exciting life at 200 decibels. In fact, I really would like to thank you. Normally my next door neighbor has the happy privilege of waking me up in the middle of the night...every time he moves, his bed bangs against the wall and jolts me out of sleep...and then I get to enjoy the symphony of his amazing snores through the wall. It was so much nicer to wake up to your soothing shout. I am just so sad that we will only be neighbors for 5 more days! I really am a much more effective person when I never get a full night of sleep...so really, Thank you! And please, enjoy your Saturday morning...I am sure you will be sleeping in, so I'll make sure to tell my children to keep it down while they are playing out on the balcony...I know, I don't usually let them play out there in the morning...but for you I'm going to make a special exception. And I won't encourage them to have a scream-at-the-top-of-their-lungs contest, just for you--I always like to repay favors!

Regards,

Your sleep deprived neighbor

How do I love this song?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqAkTyprC_o

Let me count the ways...

So just to clear up any confusion...I am not lamenting a lost love or anything. I heard this song a few months ago but wasn't super impressed, but then I heard it again and actually listened to the lyrics (which are awesome) and then I was in love! I made Jeff buy this album with the itunes gift card I gave him for Christmas (so Merry Christmas to me instead!) and then I listened to it in the car on the way to Florida as many times as I thought Jeff would let me before he wanted to break the ipod. Or throw me out of the car. I am definitely a "repeat" kind of girl. I listen to the same song over and over and over and over and over and over. And then I sing the song to myself, to my kids, unconsciously under my breath (or unconsciously out loud) until Jeff has to tell me to shut up. :) So hope you will enjoy this song too. And if you are lamenting a lost love, just crank this up and sing to your mirror! (You know you do stuff like that!) Own it!

Drumroll please...

And the band of the day is...DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGeh43A_4H0

Need I say more?