10.27.10

Dear Husband,

Lately you have been making my lunch for me MANY more times than I make yours for you.  For this, I am not sorry, because my lunch tastes 1000 times better when you make it.  Dear Biggest Loser, thank you for providing people and/or scenarios that result in my husband making some knee-slapping jokes.  Keep em comin'.  Dear Halloween, I am so sad to miss you again this year.  A pirate next year, for sure.  Dear husband, yesterday we had our feet scanned at the Mizuno truck.  With our powers combined, our beebs should have normal feet.  Dear cuckoo patient, you make my job interesting...and a hair over a smidge dangerous.  Good thing I am training for the SWAT team.  Dear husband, on Sunday you did your first official official (or it seemed official to me) bike consulting thingy.  You are brilliant.

Wife.

Laws of the Land that is our abode

If you haven't caught on, we are pretty serious people.

 and we've created some very strict rules in our matrimony.  

These include but are not limited to:

1.  When I am carrying a hammer, screwdriver, pliers, chainsaw through the house, if Devin sees me (key words, y'all), I have to explain what I am doing with said tool.  Unless he isn't home.  Muahaha.

2.  Devin does not do laundry.  This is due to my insecurity that he will shrink the one Anthropologie item that I own.  So, he no touch.

3.  When we got married, we had a queen spring bed.  Long story short, for my safety, we bought a massive tempur-pedic king size bed.  And now, Devin sumo wrestles boa constrictors sleeps on a queen size portion of said bed with fluffy bunny cloud pillows, and I get a twin size portion with cardboard pillows.  I am working on amending this rule, but I prefer this to the trampoline we had before.

4.  Devin only has to come with me to the ER once a year.  This brings me to rule number 5

5.  I avoid the bread knife

6.  Devin always drives.  Partially because I hate to drive, partially because I like to avoid him laughing at me when I am trying to park.  Partially because I enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes with riding with him.  Every. time.

7.  In the event that we are both starving without access to food in the very near future, we do not speak to each other.  It's better this way.

8.  Devin wakes me up every morning (except Saturdays when I all of the sudden can spring alive at 5am to go torture myself on a run).  He also tends to put me to bed.  This typically involves prying the book out of my hand that I am still holding up.

9.  If my lamp is on and I fall asleep, he has to turn it off.  I expect some argumentative comments on this one.


10. Saying something negative about myself in front of him automatically results in push ups.  This goes for him, too.  10 per offense. 

11.  If one of us ever even thinks the words "Maybe we should get a minivan", that is reason enough to leave.  This is a serious rule in our house.

12.  Once a rule is on the blog, it's a real live rule.

Oh, right, I have a blog

There is a lot going on in our world, people...and by a lot I mean nothing which is why I haven't written anything in days which just leads to emails full of harassment from certain readers. 

So here we are and here's what's going on.

If anyone forgot how retarded my husband and I are, let me remind you in saying "oh, remember the time we signed up for a marathon?"  About a week ago, DC and I had a simultaneous panic attack about said marathon (January 30, Houston, be there with sparkly glitter signs that say my name on them).  You would think a panic attack would lead us to throw our shoes on and go for a run, but really we just sort of ended up eating and talking about it.  Anyway, we are still training for that, waking up at 5am every blasted Saturday, dealing with foot pain, knee pain, sciatic pain, migraine pain, frustration, etc.  This Saturday we're up for a 15 and 10 mile run.  Pray for our marriage.


I am half way through Harry Potter year 4.  Loving.  It!  Have I ever mentioned I love wizards?  And pirates.

Speaking of almost November, I am starting my Christmas shopping (even though it's 90 degrees in Houston and feels like June) soon.  I will also be applying the second portion of Days' rule #1 to our household.  I will be purchasing this and this on itunes today.  Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat!

Also in running news, tomorrow I will run my 20th run with the BON club which earns me a discount to Lululemon for a year.  I think I'll reward my 15 mile run with some new shorts.  Because it's almost November and it's 90 degrees in Houston. 

10.15.10

Dear Husband,

Sometimes I like to spice up my Friday morning. Sometimes that means driving to work in our party glasses from the Jellie wedding and dancing in the parking lot. Hopefully these are some of the reasons that you married me.




You are leaving me this weekend to go play mountain bikes with all of your boyfriends. I am jealous of the food you will have there. Also, Dan, can we split the winnings? I made the pies. Unless they’re gross…then Devin made the pies.

While you’re gone I have very exciting, secret, scandalous plans.

Things like reading without interruption. Side eye.

Things like 13 mile runs at 6am on a Saturday. This will include me waking up at 5, turning ALL of the lights on, making coffee in the loud coffee pot, and perhaps turning on some inspirational jams. Like Seal.

Things like a delicious dinner with the birthday kids.

Let’s stay concussion free and clothed this weekend, k?

Wife.

Faster, lighter enchiladas arriba arriba!

I didn't have a tomato, so I used whole ones in a can, rinsed them, drained them, and chopped them

Mix up the green onions, cheese, cottage cheese, and tomato

Layer corn tortillas (we use Mission- they have the best ingredients and nutrition facts that we can find) and then half of the mixture on top of the tortillas

Do it again.  At this point, I put it in the fridge until Devin got home; it was too early to cook it.

This is what corn tortillas do in the fridge.  Just flip em over.

Drench in enchilada sauce

Layer with cheese, cook.

My recommendation is to not get cheese that is labeled "reduced fat".  It won't melt as well.  Get one that says "Made with 2% milk".  Still lighter, but will act more like cheese and less like orange plastic weirdness

Check out this recipe for full instructions