Serg-u-man!

You will all will be happy to know that jesse and I have finally stepped up our game in the kitchen, from the everyday frozen burritos, to actual cooking. This was a major milestone that for us. We can actually pretend that we like to cook, so that we will be accepted by society now.

Todays meal: Homeade creamy chicken taquitos, compliments of our new favorite cooking blog: Our Best Bites. Jesse was so excited about it, he made me stop before putting any food in my mouth so that we could time it and eat our first bite together. The look on his face was priceless. I heart you jesse. I could tell he was actually a little disappointed, he thought it was going to make his brain explode from sheer goodness, and it fell short of that. But we still gave ourselves a pat on the back for the effort. Good for us for being little chefs. And when I say we, I mean jesse, but I congratulated myself anyways.

The best part was what happened after the meal. I got a sharp piece of food stuck in the back of my throat that was hurting like the dickens! It just kept stabbing me everytime I swallowed. I tried to identify it with my finger, and each time I did I started gagging. Jesse was laughing at me. Rude. :) I told him its stuck in this weird pocket kind of on the side of my mouth. And he was like, ahh yes, I know right where that is (huh?), let me get that for you. In my head I was like dear heavens! But my little self couldn't take any more gagging, so I let him take the plunge. He pulled it out with his little finger in a split second like a pro. We were both so proud. He said, "IM the MAN!" Then I whipped right back and said "How can I be the man, if your the man!" (Inside joke), at the same time jesse was trying to say I'm like a surgeon! but it came out, Im like a surg-u-man! He got distracted by what I was saying half way through his sentence and just copied what I was saying. I laughed so hard. For the rest of the night I kept getting reminded of it, and I would start laughing again, surg-u-man. Priceless

Mustache Mayhem.

I've never seen my dad with facial hair in person, but I HAVE seen a picture of him when my sister Brittany was a baby in the 80s, with the WORST mexi-stashe you've ever seen. I would compare it to the stache in the pic below. Black, MANLY, but also horrible. If he ever thinks about doing it again, we show him that picture, and he can't argue with the evidence that it can not be. 

My brother bobby on the other hand was born to have a stashe. People used to mistake him for a mexican in high school. Even I, when I was little, not understanding that my brother would have to be the same race as me, often confused him for a mexican.

For about a day and a half Jesse and I walked around with these fake mustaches that we won from nickelcade and found ourselves quite pleased with the results. Looks like I am one of the lucky few that CAN pull off a mustache. The sheer attractiveness is undeniable 

The crazy things people say

The other day at work I ran into an aquaintance/friend guy from the other wal-mart that I transferred from in A.F. He gave me one of those awkward side hugs, and I wasn't sure whether or not that we were the kind of friends that hugged, so I kind of just let my arms hang limp at their sides. NOT that I wanted to be rude. He's always been a sweet guy, but he was a little over-excited to see me so I was scared. ANYWAYS, we got to talking about the old days, you know the catch up "small talk" that people do. It was good to see him I realized. I miss some of the people there, and think about them sometimes. (One cute old guy in particular we all called BIG DADDY. He always had a soft spot for me, and he could only hear about 50% of the things you said, because his hearing was so bad). He told me he quit wal-mart because it was getting really crazy over there, no surprises there. Then he said to me, hey you've lost a lot of weight. It took me a second to respond because I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. Then I realized what I was wearing. Sometimes when I dont feel like doing laundry at that DANG landromat I borrow one of jesse's byu shirts, and pass it off as wal-mart attire, like a true byu fan would. I corrected him and said no this is just a really big shirt. His memory of me, must have been of a big FATTY. Pa hah! I came home and told my husband and he says, blog about it sweetie haha. Anyways you had to be there, we had a good laugh.

Lifes quirks and perks

Ladies and Gentleman, lets be honest, this blog is embaressing. Embaressing how little i've done to it. Its just kind of sat here. But I'm having a change of heart. :)

So this week has been a tough week. It's easy to just throw out that phrase, but a couple of times I've felt like throwing in the towel. Trying to figure out how to manage this new job of mine, hasn't been easy. I walked into a big mess, from the department manager before me. Dont get me wrong, I'm really blessed to have this job in the first place. It came at a great time. I was starting to really feel burned out with my other job, and I was ready to try something new, but the stress is still killer sometimes. I've worked at Wal-Mart for two years now. I cant even believe it. I never saw this as a permanent thing, but its funny how life ends up differently than you thought it would be. Anyways for any of you who dont know, I got promoted at Wally World, not to toot my own horn, but sometimes you've got to haha. I am the department manager over Shoes, Jewelry, and Intimates at the Lindon Wal-Mart. I transfered from the AF store. The thing about this job is I'm having to learn things the hard way, figuring it all out by myself. My dad calls it the School of hard knocks. It makes me feel hardcore when he puts it like that. There is a lot more to running a deparment than I thought, worrying about pricing, inventory, thousands of upc's I have to keep track of and count, getting things to sell, changing peoples watch bands and batteries (ahh scary!), and who knows what else. My dad says, stick to your job til it sticks to you. So I'm determined to have this thing up and running! If you cant tell I really love my dad. Okay thats all about my little job. Thanks for listening

How do I start this thing??

So Im new to this blog thing, Im not sure where to start.
So Jesse and I got married in the Draper, Utah temple June of 2010! We live in a cute-yet-oh-so-tiny apartment, without a dishwasher (ahhh the horror!). We're so lucky to have each other, and love being young. Both Jesse and I come from BIG families that are loud and goofy! I definetely see Jesse and I carrying on that tradition in the future. Sundays dinners with our family is the best part of the week for us. Most people would describe me as being quiet, but I hope thats not something that defines me. I love yummy food! That best way into my heart is food. Cafe Rio, we've been through some good times together, you know what you mean to me. I always lose my keys, I spent about 1/4 of my high school years looking for them. I love stopping by the asian store in the mall, and making friends with the workers there :) I love laughing, people watching, taking pictures, and dancing to Michael Jackson songs whenever I get the chance. Im excited to start this hot bloggity blog!