Check the Temperature!

As I stated in the previous blog, Rob decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner for his family. Just thinking about it stressed me out, so I knew I couldn't stick around for it.

I guess I need to point out that Rob cooks two things...tacos and chicken cordon bleu...both with some assistance from usually me or someone else. So the fact that he was going to do this big important meal all by himself....ohhh too much for me.

So I left the city.

I was a little concerned about what I would come home too, but I was rather pleasantly surprised when I arrived home from Idaho.

Until I opened the medicine cabinet...

It was a psychotic mess.

Ok, I am a little neurotic, so maybe it was a psychotic mess, but it was messy.

I notice the thermometer is randomly sitting out. Nervously I ask why.

"I had to check the temperature of the turkey..." was the response I got.

Um excuse me? The themometer I use when I'm sick is the same you stuck in a half cooked turkey to see if it was done!?!? Yup.

I had a moment of WTF!? And then had to laugh when he said that the thermometer didn't go up that high. Nice Rob.

Thankfully, I believe there are two thermometers in the medicine cabinet.

Happy Thanksgiving

Let me start by saying Rob decided he wanted to cook Thanksgiving dinner for his family. Zach told me I could sleep in his dining room. And my parents were going to be thousands of miles away for the holiday. I wasn't exactly excited about the upcoming holiday.

After a week of fretting over where I would spend Thanksgiving and not being thrilled with my options, my mom sent me an email Wednesday morning telling me she'd fly me out to Idaho. After considering it for a bit I said yes! I needed to get out of town and seeing my parents would be the perfect place to go. She found Zach a decently priced ticket also and so the two of us flew to Idaho on Thursday morning. It was a great trip. We got to spend the holiday together and were able to have some quality family time. Friday afternoon we took a "hike" into the surrounding area and were able to see some gorgeous scenery.


On Saturday before we left for the airport, we went for a drive so my parents could show us the mountains in the area. Once again, gorgeous scenery. It was a cloudy day, but it actually made for some neat pictures.


I'm looking forward to going back in a couple weeks! There's a lot to see and do out there, and I'm definitely excited about it!

Its Almost Here

In 22 hours...

yes its sad I know the exact timing...

In 22 hours I will be at opening night for Twilight.



Squealing like a little girl and bouncing in my chair...

Yeah, I'm super excited. Like giddy. Even pre-bought my tickets. Yeah, I'm a dork. But thankfully I have dork friends to join me. I believe there is a group of 9 or 10 of us going.

I also am jealous of Tia and her adorable hoodies that she made. I'm not a fruit cake who wants to dress up like a character or anything, but a cute simple hoodie would be ok.

Laugh if you must. But if you're laughing, I can guarantee that you have not read the books - or even just the first...but if you read the first, you'll want to read the rest, so books it is.

I'm just hoping that I am not disappointed. I just don't know if the movie can live up to the images in my mind. Lets hope.

A Kick to the Groin

I watched the movie "North Country" tonight. Yeah, I'm a little late on the uptake, but I figured it was about time. So, since there was nothing good on TV, I decided to pop it in.

I understand that women were treated inferior in the past, but I can't get past that it took so long for anyone to do anything about it. While I was watching I became infuriated with, obviously the men, but also the women who didn't seem to stick up for themselves. I would think think, nay I know that if I were in a similar situation, I would throw it right back at the men. I would say nasty things (probably a bit later cuz I'm not my wittiest under pressure), I would kick and I might even scream. I would not however sit idly by and let that kind of treatment ensue.

In the end, I realized that while I am sorry that those and other women had to endure that but am uber thankful that they did so that laws could exist to keep that from happening to women today. I am grateful that I do not have to take crap on a daily basis, keeping my mouth shut or have to kick men in the groin in order to remind them that I too am human.

Thank you women of the North Country for not putting up with that sh** and taking a stand. Thank you.

Ellie's New Toy

Ellie got a new toy.

From PeaJay (her former owner).

I think PeaJay's ulterior motive is to drive me crazy.

Maybe she wants her dog back. Hm....

Anyway, here is Ellie playing with Pirate Rob, the toy PeaJay got her...

Fat Food

Last night while I wrote my blog, I was watching The Biggest Loser. I don't mean to, but I generally end up watching this show and actually enjoying it. But considering its all about losing weight, I almost always get HUNGRY while watching the show. And since I have no will power, I usually end up eating. Last night we ordered pizza. Its terrible. I need to stop. Both the eating and the show watching.

My House Is Way Cuter

I went back to CB (Council Bluffs, IA for those of you who don't know) this weekend. Since my parents are moving to Idaho and my brother just moved out, I didn't really have a choice of where I was going to sleep. Zach had taken the extra bed to his new house, so I had to sleep at his place. Let me just state that Zach just bought his first house on Wednesday, so he just moved in and he has a roommate who was moving in Friday afternoon. So this is a house that two males under the age of 25 live in. Ugh. I've been in frat houses before...I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be much different. But he was sooo excited for me to come stay at his house, so whatever, I can suck it up and stay for two nights.

I head to my parents house first (Zach is off galavanting somewhere) and end up having dinner with my dad then heading off to Omaha to pick up my mom from a UNMC reunion. It was odd to go into that house since all the ladies in there have been friends with my mom since I was 2. I've seen them randomly over the years, but it had been a while. It felt a bit strange to sit and have a glass of wine with them while they were talking their "grown up talk." I still felt 10 and out of place.

Anyway, Zach called to say he was home as we were walking out to the car. He gave me directions and started talking a little about his house. About this time he tells me there are 41 steps to his front door. WTF!?! I don't really believe him or understand how you could have 41 steps in front of your house. So, when we get back to CB, I head over to Zach's new house.

This is what I pull up to (though its like 12:30am, so its actually dark...):


So yeah, lots of steps. Then I walk in the house and have to walk up ANOTHER giant set of steps to get to "my" room. Yikes. It is good that two young males are going to live in this house...especially with winter coming up!

So then I get the tour of the rest of the house. Uh! So not fair. His house is way cuter than my house! The people who owned the house before him basically redid a lot and fixed up basically everything. So he's got a new kitchen, new light fixtures, refinished floors, etc. Its pretty. Not fair.

But we'll see what it looks like after two months of two boys (read pigs) live there.