Eventful Weekend

I celabrated my birthday on Friday. My dad was real excited because IFA was supposed to get a big shipment in of lots of baby chickens, and he wanted Zoey to go see them. So he said we will go on your birthday and go out to lunch. Z and I got ready early in the morning...ok, so maybe it was more like 10...and went to my Grandma's to pick up my mom. (she lives there at the moment. But my parents are still married. Its a complicated arrangement they got going on.) She still had to get ready, so she took Zoey downstairs to "help." While I ended up taking an hour nap on the couch. It was great. Then we went to my dad's. And he still had who knows what to get ready. So I got to watch my discovery health chanel, which I love but don't get at home.  So that was great too. This whole time Zoey kept saying "baby chickens! baby chickens!"

We finally got there. And as excited as Zoey was, she really didn't like the baby chickens. She actually was kind of scared of them. It was kinda funny. She didn't mind the baby ducks or bunnys though. They have these quail there that were probably the size of a quarter. They were so tiiiiiiiiny. And cute. Apparently you keep them in an aquarium. Interesting. But whatev. 

By the time we get out of there it is already 3, so we just get hamburgers on our way and eat them at his house. By 4 Chris is calling to say he will be home in an hour and to get ready because he wanted to take me to Salt Lake for dinner. It takes a while to get everything ready to go (do you see a patern with my family. Its no wonder I was always late to things growing up.) And for some reason I get home at 5:30. Chris is upset that it took so long. By this time I was just tired and didn't really feel like going out to eat. But he told me we are going because he is leaving in a couple days (more on that later). And we drive and drive.

Turns out he planned a surprise dinner at Joe's Crab Shack! We walk in and there were some friends, and a little while some balloons. Charlotte and Brittany got stuck in traffic. They were supposed to be there before me. I was so surprised. It was a great night.

Saturday Chris had to work. But I had lunch with a few friends I hadn't seen in a long time. It was super nice. Zoey was being a goof like always and shaking her head vegerously whenever they talked to her. Silly thing. Chris got home and we had dinner at my Grandma's. It was a nice night there too. Zoey loves helping her get ready for bed. She knows every single thing she does. Which is a lot. She even got a little tooth flosser thing in a bag. She was in heaven. She even had to sleep with the flosser. It was pretty funny.

Oh! And I got a letter back from the DATC. I am an alternate for the nursing program. Finally not a rejection letter...but not an acceptance letter either. So I just have more waiting to see if I get in.

Sunday was our relax and watch Confrence day.

And so there you have it. My weekend in a nutshell.

On a side note, I only have 2 more chemistry assignments and 1 more test and I'm done with that class. And I have a paper and 2 quizes for microbiology and I'm done there. And it looks like I might get decent grades in it. So if I don't get in this time, I'm a shoe in for Spring.

Zzzzz

I love that I can be all the way up stairs and I still hear my husband snoring.

I honestly wonder how on earth I sleep at night.

Oh yes, that's right.

I don't.

On a side note: We had the house to ourselves this weekend. And you want to know what we did? Nothing.

And it was perfect

play by play of last weekend

We played all day on the jet skis. Woot woot! They were so much fun.

And then we fell off. I didn't want to fall off so I held on as long as I could. Thus creating this horrible problem of my less than tiny husband landing on the tiny ol' me.

Resulting in what I think is a broken nose. Or highly painful nose. That is swollen. And even hurts under the eye.

THE END!

Things my husband says...in his sleep.

Chris is sleeping. He rolled over gave me a kiss and asked "did you do your 15 feet before you came in?"

I said no and asked if he did. And he said no. I told him Rusty (our dog) did though and he gave me a funny look and then continued to snore.

What a silly boy.

my battle with a mouse at 4 in the morning.

Remember how I have a cute little puppy?

Well last night cute little puppy woke up and was playing on the ground by our bed. I got up to see what she was playing with, and as I did I heard a strange squeaking noise. I first thought it was Rusty. But she was on the other side of the room. I let it go at that.

Then a few minutes later, I heard it again.

The third time I woke up the husband and said I think there is a mouse under our bed.

We waited and waited. Nothing.

I moved to turn on the light and there it was again. A tiny strange squeak.

Then, it hit me. I had a water bottle in the bed before I fell asleep and didn't put it on the night stand.

So I courageously looked between our bed and the wall to find a squished up water bottle. I moved the bed to see if that was the noise. And it sure was.

Chris gave me the death look saying "you really woke me up from my slumber so you can pick up a water bottle."

But its ok. I won the mouse bottle battle.

bad taste

Chris and I ate some ice cream while watching a movie tonight. We both fell asleep.

I woke up to Chris in the bathroom coughing. And if you remember, I have a fear of throw up. (I know, not a good fear for someone going in the health care field). So I go in panic mode and cover my head with a pillow.

He comes in and I ask if he is ok. He said he woke up with a throw up taste in his mouth so he ran in there just in case. But otherwise, feels fine. He then continues to eat a fruit roll up. I realize that I have a funny taste in my mouth too.

Is that what throw up tastes like? ick.

I then realize that it is from the ice cream we ate moments before falling asleep.

He feels better. I feel better.

Chris comes back to bed and tells me "I love fruit roll-ups. They make the world good," and falls asleep.

I, however, am left awake with a bad taste in my mouth. No fruit roll-ups to make it better. And an over active brain that is still on hyper barf alert.

Great...

voted off

Today I decided that I am a bad wife.
Why?

Well, you see, I have this horrible fear of throw up. No joke. I get all cold and clammy just thinking about it. I haven't done it since I was 8. And that was mainly because I choked on an apple peal. I've somehow surpassed a full pregnancy barf-free, which at times wasn't an easy task.

That being said, my husband has the stomach flu. Luckily I was at school during the brunt of it. But when I was home, he kindly ran to the downstairs bathroom. But, i have a very small house, so I was still sitting in the farthest corner with my computer up and could still hear it. *Shivers* He stayed down there to take a bath and I cleaned up a bit upstairs. After a while I went down to check up on him. He isn't looking too good. He asked for another blanket...which is proof on just how bad he is feeling as he sleeps with only a sheet in the dead of winter. He had me text his boss to say he isn't going to make it and bring him a small glass of 7up.

You might be thinking that I have been a good wife doing all this. But just wait.

I gave him his drink and he was mumbling and said he didn't want it. So I put it on the window ledge above the bed. Then as I was leaving he asked where I put it. So I went over to grab it for him And just as I got over to his side of the bed he made a sudden jerk up. And what was my gut instinct? Run away as fast as I could. And so I did. I ran away from my dear, sick husband all the way out the room and up 2 stairs before I realized he wasn't going to spew, but was just using all his energy to get to a partially seated position to drink it. Boy, did I feel bad. So I hurried back, gave him his drink, and emptied the garbage can in the room just in case.

And this, my friends, is why I should be voted off the good wives club.

great news

My week was something like this:

Sunday- work or in scipio. Never at home. or at our home ward.
Monday- Work 8-3:30. School 5-8:30
Tuesday- School 9-1:30 and 4-6
Wednesday- Help Grammy 8-12 Work 3-9
Thursday- School 9-3:30
Friday- School 10-2 Work (sometimes) 3-9
Saturday- work 9-5 or in Scipio or dancing in a performance.



Do you notice anything?

No Zoey Mommy time. No cuddle with the husband. No homework.

I've practically been a walking zombie for the past 2 months. Apparently everyone around me was noticing. Which kind of makes me mad because I was trying hard to appear strong and that it wasn't bothering me.

Well, we sat down and figured out how I can stay home with Zoey. And it worked. With a little help from my family. I'm going to clean my dads house once a week instead of paying him our car insurance. (he pays it in a lump sum every year and we pay him back monthly. Or else we did pay him back monthly).

I gave me two weeks Monday. And since then I have been able to walk around and not be weighed down. I've used the phrase "a weight off my shoulders" many times. But never did I truly understand the weightlessness that comes from that. Its more than a figure of speech.

And so starting in two weeks (the longest two weeks of my life), I won't be the crazy woman trying not to pull her hair out. I'll actually be a mommy again. I'll be able to be a loving wife, who actually cleans. AND I just might pass all my classes now! woot woot!

It's like being underwater...but not.

In my 14 months of being a mommy I have discovered my super power of being able to breath only through my mouth. Why is this unique or blogworthy you may ask? Well you see, it is very useful.


See these examples:

1-THE diaper.

     You know the one I'm talking about. Like when you are at the grocery store and there is a screaming child on the other end of the aisle. It's not the screaming that notifies you that there is a unhappy 1 year old down there, but rather the stench she left behind when she was sitting right where you are standing looking for the butter beans. It just so happens that that poor, unhappy child will soon get her diaper changed. And her poor, unhappy mother will unleash the fury within the diaper. This is the moment that being able to breath solely with one's mouth is a servival skill.

2-What goes down, tends to come up.

     Chrildren throw up. It happens. And when it happens it just so happens to get all over your hair, feet, shirt, airmpit.... And cute, sick baby decides its squishyness is fun to play with and rub in the carpet, and then do it again. Yay more squishy stuff!!! Obviously,  you can't rely her to clean it all up. And so you must do so without throwing up yourself. And so mommy survival skill comes up again...pardon the pun.



3-The husband

     Husbands do silly things. My husband likes to take a lot of left overs to work. He also likes to come inside our house as fast as possible once he gets home from work. This makes him forget his tuperwear containers from his lunch, and so every Friday he cleans out his car and brings them all in for ME to clean. Some smell kinda grose. But tolerable, especially with my new skill.

Sometimes when it snows he takes my car because it is 4 wheel drive. And so his weekly car cleaning doesn't involve my car. And my car is full of clothes and baby bags and snacks and school stuff. (I basically live in my car). Things tend to get pushed to the side to make room for something else. Well sometimes, like today, I have enough time to reorganize my car and Chris's little prizes show up. Sometimes, also like today, Tupperware with a whole chicken from almost 2 weeks ago makes its appearance. Lucky for me it has been pretty cold so it wasn't as nasty as it could be. But opening the Tupperware container was done the correct, non-nosed way.

There are many other times this comes in hand, such as throwing away the garbage with said diaper or chicken. Or sleeping with a husband her just had the butter beans he was looking for. I'm not too sure when I acquired this mommy superpower, but I'm sure glad I did.

Early Thanksgiving....ish

Ever since I remember Thanksgiving has always been at my grandma's. This year, however, she isn't in the best of health and so we are getting our dinner brought in from somewhere. Chris was kind of sad that we aren't getting a home cooked meal. So I, in my infinite knowledge, decided to make a mini Thanksgiving dinner with my friend, Charlotte, tonight because we cook dinner and desert every week. (Ok, so it really has only been one week in the past 2 months. But, we pretend like its a weekly thing).

We were going to make a little chicken, red potatoes, salad, and a pumpkin cheesecake. Well, due to a blizzard warning she didn't want to come over in her tiny sports car. So we decided we would do it later. While I was at schoo,l Chris text me saying he wanted a big dinner because someone stole his lunch at work. So I decided to go do it anyways. Minus the pumpkin cheesecake because I figured we will make something like that next week on our weekly dinners, and substitute funeral potatoes for red potatoes. Chris loves those. Class got out early so I ran to the store before I picked up the Z Dawg. As I was roaming the store I decided it would be fun to surprise him with a set table and candles and the whole sha-bang.

I got home, looked at the recipe. I didn't realize I needed string for this chicken. I called my mom to see if it was really necessary. She said it would probably fall apart without it.

So I bundled Zoey up and off we went. I roamed the store for a while and finally asked the butcher where it would be. I figured this close to Thanksgiving it would be easy to find. Turns out, they didn't sell any. But, he was nice and said he could go give me some. I think he had pity for the girl hauling around a screaming baby, who must be her younger sister because there is no way that a 14 year old would be the mom. I felt bad for just leaving without buying anything since this wasn't the store I originally bought all my groceries at. So we went down the baby section and bought Zo a plate. We are starting to work on using spoons....but that process is a whole different post.

I got home around 4:30 and put Zoey down for a nap since her first one got cut super short. I decided to start on the chicken even though it said it takes 1 hour and 15 minutes to make. I generally take a bit longer, so I wanted to be ready to surprise Christopher at 6:30 when he got home. It turns out you have to remove the giblets...I still don't really know what those are. So I called my mom again.  

I got to cleaning and pat drying this baby and realize the close says 5:10. How did I just spend the last 40 minutes just taking junk out of the chicken and drying it? Anywho, so I put the rub on it. Wrap it up...I didn't really know what I was doing, so I just kind of mummyfied it... and put it on the pan thing. (Can you tell I'm not much of a cook?) I reread the directions and it says to put it breast side up. Ummm..... Which side is the breast side. I thought I had it the right way, but called my mom just in case. Call number 3. This was starting to remind me of when I first moved away, I had to call her hundreds of times for the simplest of things. I had it the right way. YAY! But she told me it stays more tender and moist if I do it the other way. So I flipped it over. By now it was 5:40. So much for having this a surprise since it takes an hour to cook...

So I clean up the kitchen a bit and set the table with our nice place mats and everything. By the time I get it clean enough to make the funeral potatoes, he was home. I hurry and whip them up and put them in the conventional oven so they would be done the same time as the Chicken, then all I'd need to do is pop in the rolls for 7 minutes. Our conventional oven started to crisp the top a lot sooner than wanted, so I turned up the oven and put them in with the chicken. I checked the temperature of the chicken and it was 160 and needed to be 180. I figured I would be done soonish anyways, so I didn't see a problem with putting both in there. This is around 6:30...so 2 hours after I started this epic meal. Next thing I know its 7 and Glee is on. I check the chicken again and now it was reading 150! Not at all what I was expecting. At 7:15 the potatoes had been done for a while, and I figured the thermometer just wasn't working so I decided it was done. I put in the rolls in our convention oven and sat down to watch some more Glee. On the commercial I check on them and they were black and hockey pucks. I'm not sure how it happened. But it did. So Luckily, being the smart woman I am, I buy the tubes of croissant rolls whenever they are on sale. I check the meat again and it still hasn't made it back to 160. So we make the new rolls and take everything out. We spoon up the potatoes and cut the chicken. Turns out, it STILL wasn't done. So I put it back in and we just ate the potatoes and rolls.

Finally, at 8:30 it finally read 180. But by that time we were already full from snackin on the potatoes. So we ate a few bites and put it in the fridge. I called my mom one last time to tell her that I'm never cooking one of these again!

I kind of want to make this cranberry salad and take to dinner Thursday, but I'm a bit scared after tonight.

I'm linking up with Small Treasure Tuesdays because cooking is a treasure...and one day I will find it. Somewhere. Hidden in a shoe box or something.