Hello!

It’s been about a week since I’ve posted. And MAN did I miss it! Not because I wanted to, before you think I hate all 7 of my readers. I mentioned in my posts last week about glamping this past week, and that’s where I was. Camping in the middle of the woods. (In my defense, I did try to download my Bloglovin’ app, but of course, I need the newest update on my iPhone.) It. Was. Glorious. Despite the fact that it sounded like a dog pound most of the time we were there and the 5-year-old with parents who don’t know how to discipline waking us up at 6.30 in the morning screaming and playing with his fake gun and then saying later through cigarette smoke, “Oh, did we wake you? He doesn’t have his medicine.”

WHAT!? So you’re telling me that because he doesn’t have his “medicine” you can’t tell him to shut up so the rest of the campers can sleep!? Puh. Leeeeez.

ANYWAY! Spending 5 AWESOME days with my family was absolutely awesome. You’d think only living 45 minutes away I’d see them more often, but I don’t. And I miss them. A lot. All the time. For about a month after we got married I cried at least 2-3 times a week. (Stop crying, Mom. I know you’re reading this!) So being with them constantly and talking and eating and hiking and taking pictures was amazing.

While we were there my baby sister, Rudy, turned 12. TWELVE! She already acts 16. Here’s a picture of her when she was one that my mom posted on Facebook.

And here she is, big 12, on our camping trip.

See what I mean!? Sheesh.

I would upload more pictures, but I’m lazy. The only reason I’m posting these pictures is because they’re my sisters and she already uploaded them to Facebook. Haha! Thanks, Shelby! 😛

Before we kicked off our awesome camping trip, me, hubs, sister, and her friend Austin drove 3 hours to Waco to see The Civil Wars! If you don’t know them, you really should. THE most amazing and unique band I know. The concert was at Common Grounds, a small coffee shop on the Baylor campus. First outdoor and small concert I’ve ever been to. I don’t think I’ll ever want to go to a big concert again after Monday night. It was so intimate, so close, and so awesome. Joy Williams is so cute and so genuine! John Paul White is incredibly sweet and their musical chemistry is swoon worthy. They work so well together. I felt like we were all best friends! Here are some more pictures I stole from my sister :).

The crowd after the show.

AMAZING.

PLEASE check them out. I promise you your life will be better for it!

See you! The Mr. and I are going to finish celebrating his birthday today. He’s 26! 🙂

Sorries for the bad quality! But you get the picture. (hah! get it!?)

Laterssss.

If you’re friends with my mom, Crumbs and Crayons, on Facebook, you’ve probably already seen some of the pictures from when my family came to our house for dinner Saturday night. I made homemade fried chicken, homemade mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. It was SO delicious. But that’s really not the point.

The second before my family walked in the door, I was laying a piece of chicken in the oil with tongs when it slipped from the tongs and splashed 350 degree oil on the floor, my pants, and my feet. I was okay and Jason graciously came and mopped up the floor. A little later when mom was helping me, the lid got stuck on the chicken, because, you know, it wasn’t the right size and all, and the chicken-AGAIN- fell into the oil splashing it on the floor, my pants, and my feet. Jason, again, mopped.

Several full cups of oil out of the pot later, we got the issue under control. Save for it spitting and popping bits of oil all over the floor, counters, and stove.

HOWEVER, we had a delicious meal and a wonderful time full of love, Tyler Perry, kitty play time, and music.

When cleaning up later I noticed there was a significant amount of oil underneath the burner behind the one where I was cooking. Granted there was a significant amount of oil EVERYWHERE, but nothing a little cleaner wouldn’t fix.

This morning I got up, made bacon and eggs and there was no problem. The back burner still looked a little shiny but everything was fine. Tonight I decided to make these shrimp and goat cheese quesadillas via Eat, Live, Run. The recipe calls you to heat your pan to high on the stove to cook the shrimp. Obediently, I did so. My back was turned as I was peeling the tails off the shrimp in the sink.

Suddenly, I heard a deep whoomp. I turned to see what it was and THE STOVE WAS ON FIRE! All I could say was, “OH MY GOSH!” And Jason said, “What? Is something on fire?” (Clairvoyant, much?) He runs into the kitchen immediately morphing into action. Meanwhile, I’m frantically looking for something to put it out with. There was an orange hot pad? No, Melody. That will catch on fire, too! Idiot. Oh! I know! In high school home-ec we learned to put a cookie sheet over a pan to choke out the fire! I barely got the cabinet open when I heard a loud SSSSSSSS! Jason had filled a coffee mug, calmly, and threw it on the fire. Okay, I’m an idiot. OF COURSE that should have been the first thing I thought of! Ugh. But that’s why I married him… for him to be smart for me..?

I stood at the other end of the kitchen with my face in my shirt. Black ashes were flying everywhere. Great. I thought. The cheese was opened. Sure enough, there were black ashes all over our white cabinets. AND the cheese. (Shh! I still used it. :P) We-and by we I mean Jason- set about cleaning the WHOLE stove. He lifted up those silver bowls holding the burners and sure enough, oil was everywhere. Thanks, delicious chicken. Amazing as he is, he cleaned the whole stove while I scrubbed the silver bowls with an SOS pad under an open window. Poor baby Toonces came into the kitchen like nothing happened and sat on the rug just watching us.

Stove-1
Us-1 (Because we put it out. Duh.)