Domestic Goddess/Fabulous Prize Winner

Pride may be a sin, but I cooked a great dinner this weekend and I feel like bragging about it. Josh and I had the house to ourselves and we spent all weekend doing exactly what we wanted (for Josh this was watching 24, for me it was cooking). I made Sopa Tlalpena--even the name impresses you, doesn't it? It's basically tortilla soup, but I made it from scratch--stock and everything! I know my dear husband would eat anything I set in front of him, even if it was spaghetti noodles covered in pancake syrup, but this was good. But wait, there's more! For dessert I made a lemon cheesecake with a cherry fruit topping, and you couldn't even tell it was low-fat. You can trust me on that; my mother raised me right--no cool whip!

Ok, now I'm starting to feel bad--this is getting to be way to much of a self-love-fest. Ok, one more thing...I won a radio prize today. Can you unscramble this celebrity anagram?

"Here Silly Maniac"

I can! I won a gift card to Captain D's (enjoy, Josh, my seafood loving husband) and one to the Libscomb Univ. bookstore. I checked out their website, and no, I will not be forced to spend it on textbooks and "Go Lipscomb" clothing. They have other books as well.

Oh yes, Josh and I are going camping on labor day weekend. This is exciting for several reasons, which I will now list out for you:
1) We have never been camping with each other.
2) This is the first time we've gone on vacation since our honeymoon.
3) We get to use one of our wedding presents for the first time (a fabulous picnic grill from Aunt Lorri and Uncle Jody--but our apartment complex wouldn't let us use it)
4) We are going to Kentucky, and I have never been to Kentucky.
5) Josh is going to teach me how to kayak.
6) We are going to use the new tent Josh got for his birthday.
I'm making Josh exercise with me every night so I can get in shape for all the rugged outdoor activities I will be partaking in. I'm just trying to figure out how to go camping and wear cute outfits at the same time. I mean, I am going to be taking pictures--I can't just wear any old t-shirt and shorts, now can I?

Ok, I think I've talked about myself enough for now! So, if you will excuse me, I have to go powder my nose.

My blog is fabulous now!

See?

Sometimes when I sit down in my office chair I want to reach for my seatbelt.

It's true. And then I remember that I'm not in my car. And lately I'm starting to worry my hiney is going to become attached to my seat. I need to get some exercise! The worst part of working is sitting in one place all day. Of course, today is worse than usual because I had an abnormally large lunch of fried chicken and all the good southern sides that go with (office birthdays=free food). Can somebody just roll me out the door to my car please? I don't even think I ate that much, but with all the butter and carbs in a good southern meal--you don't have to to start reeling from all the good food. One of these days I should get Josh to take me down to Savannah, so we can check out Ms. Deen's restaurant (there's a reason that woman looks so happy all the time, and it's not prozac, and I want some of it!).

But there's more to life than food...Josh and I have been working through the study "Men are Like Waffles, Women are Like Spaghetti" and it's so good. The study has already helped us with some of our biggest communication issues.

And speaking of spaghetti, Josh and I got an Olive Garden gift card from a couple we dogsat for. Yea! Can you say date night? So, my loyal reader, are there any good movies out we should go see?

Funny story about that dogsitting experience. We were watching two dogs. One was named Leo. And the other was named...well, we forgot to ask. So after about a day we got sick of saying "hey dog" so we just started calling him Blackie (it was a black dog--we were very creative). After a couple of hours he warmed up to his new name quite nicely and answered to it all week long. When "Blackie's" owners came back from vacation we told them the story. Guess what his real name was? Max. Only the most popular dog name around. But did Josh and I guess that? No. In true Katie and Josh fashion, we had to come up with our own creative solution. Oh well...life's more interesting that way!

Well reader, thanks for visiting. I needed to get a little stream of consciousness out of my...um...conscious.

I'm not naming my posts for you people.

Oops...too late I guess. Let's face it. My blog is pretty low on your reading priority list. You are probably more interested in the quints or the fabulous vacation pictures. However, I will valiantly write on, knowing that as long as I don't have pictures of cute babies, I will be writing for myself. I suppose I could come up with a clever idea for a funny blog and then I would have widespread blogging fame and fortune. Who am I kidding, though? Being funny is like trying to invent something. Whatever joke you make or idea you come up with--somebody else has made the joke first. You have Robin Williams to thank for that, most likely.

I'm not much of a philosopher, but in today's thoughts: I was reading an article about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and I started thinking--what do you think it's like for the children they adopt? I wonder if it feels surreal to go straight from complete obscurity into the world's most famous (and probably richest) family. Most kids get adopted into a "normal" family but these kids get dropped straight into the lap of luxury. And they didn't really get a say in it--Brad and Angelina did, but the kids didn't. I wonder how that feels. Ehh--the world will never know.

Any news on the Krebs front? Not really. An issue with the post office, a fridge that has no food in it, and lunch with an old friend today (Hi, Alaina!). Josh had a birthday, and we bought him pants and a tent. Yes, I am earning major wife points for volunteering to go camping. I have also recently earned wife points for making several classic rock references in one conversation, and also for saying "Let's watch all of the old Indiana Jones movies before the new one comes out!" I'm pretty sure when the phrase "Indiana Jones marathon" came out of my mouth Josh fell in love with me all over again.

That's enough for today. The national attention span is very short now, and you have probably already moved on to today's lunch menu.