dinner

I love dinner. It's my favorite meal of the day. I like making awesome dinners and rarely settle for anything less. However, there is something that is lost when people make dinner for me. I'm ever so grateful, but I like doing it myself. I find more enjoyment out of making other happy than I do being served. I'm not sure if this is because I find pleasure out of having control over the situation, but I'm sure it's something close to it.

In other news, my computer is functional again! Yippee. I'm still working through the other stuff that's bogging me down, but I have MLB, summer softball, volleyball and spring to look forward to. So I've got that goin' for me.

I really want a puppy... I guess I just miss Oscar :(

on the verge

I've been a bit on edge lately. I'm not quite sure why, but I have been. Life is going well and maybe that's the culprit. While I try to stay pretty calm and cool on the surface, I think that I tend to be bit drawn to drama at times. My crass and sarcastic comments have been not only verbal, but louder lately. Buy why? Yes, my hamster died (miss you, little guy), and I'm curious about one other factor in my life that is totally inappropriate to talk about in this blog, but other than that, things are fine.

I like to think that I'm on the verge of discovering something monumental–either about myself or someone else, but only time will tell.

I do not enjoy being bitter or seemingly lacking compassion, but I am finding it very hard to tap into that part of me, but then again, it has always been hard for me to "understand" others. It is something that i struggle with constantly. I think that I've broken it down into 2 problems. 1. I have a hard time knowing how to react when someone tells me something unfortunate because I do not know what degree to concern I should display and 2. I have to digest whatever that event is on my own time and feel as if i am being a little bit fake when I over-react.

I have a hard time being happy like most people with normal and ordinary lives. I feel as if I should be moving forward faster or challenging myself with something constantly, but this one topic is cold and sour for me to tackle mainly because I do not want to be dragged into something that I have no business being involved with. That line between what I should react to and what I should not is very blurry for me and I feel bad for those who do not feel as if I am giving them the proper degree of concern.

Here's to being overly cynical...

Mawiage!

I stole this marriage survey thingy from Mrs. Parton, because I too think it’s pretty cool. Yeah, I'm a Catie copy cat tonight, but... eh.

What are your middle names?

His: Thomas. Her's: Lynn

How long have you been together?

Married almost 1 month. Exclusive for 4.5 yrs. Wandering souls destine for each other: Life.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?

Tough one, but I guess if you want to get technical about it, about 2 months. There were pending commitments that had to be altered first.

Who asked whom out?

Not quite sure about this one. He was in the dorms, liked to cook and I had a kitchen...

How old are each of you?

24

Whose siblings do you see the most?

His

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

At this point, I dont think that we're suppose to have any difficult situations. Yea, our pennies are a bit tight, but we're only at the start of our journey and since it's never been a determining factor in our happiness, I think that we're doing just fine.

Did you go to the same school?

HS: no. College: yes. RIT in Rochester. He: BFA in fine art photographic illustration. She: BS in print media.

Are you from the same home town?

Oh, heavens no! He: Worthington, Ohio. She: Albion, New York... Not sure, but thinking that they could not be any more different.

Who is smarter?

Sam. That was easy.

Who is the most sensitive?

Sam. That too was also easy.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?

La Kendall's. One of our favorite things to do together is cook. He usually does the main meat and I'm responsible for sides and dessert. We love using fresh ingredients, classic techniques and the beauty of great engineering when putting together a meal.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?

San Francisco, California. We spent two weeks there with his wicked awesome aunts, Lori & Tisa.

Who has the craziest exes?

That would be me.

Who has the worst temper?

Probably me. He's much more calm.

Who does the cooking?

See "Where do you eat out most as a couple?"

Who is the neat-freak?

Both of us, when we get a bee in our bonnets.

Who is more stubborn?

Me.

Who hogs the bed?

Me.

Who wakes up earlier?

Depends on the day.

Where was your first date?

My townhouse. He cooked for me and my then current boyfriend. Needless to say, that relationship did not last much longer... for a number of reasons.

Who is more jealous?

Depends on the situation, but probably me. He's more "concerned" than jealous as he puts it.

How long did it take to get serious?

At first sight. The very first time that I saw him I casually said to myself, "wow, I should probably break up with because that's the one." Just like I were to say that I needed to vacuum or something... His reaction was not much different. He supposedly saw me and said to himself, "there she is. that's my wife."

Who eats more?

Sam. He consumes about twice as many calories in a typical day than I do.

Who does the laundry?

Both of us (and his mom too...)

Who’s better with the computer?

We both have our strengths.

Who drives when you are together?

Sam will most of the time. I usually take the role of sleeping unless it's snowing and in which case I take on the part of the crazy, paranoid, control freak who's in the passenger seat biting my nails and praying for dear life.

Birth order?

Him: Last child. Her: middle child, but both second children.

Who reads more?

Sam.

Thanks, Rachel!

Erica's ABCs

A is for apprehensive. The feeling that I live with 90% of my day.
B is for buckeys. The athletic affiliation that I have yet to become addicted to.
C is for chocolate. An ingredient that I used in last night's dessert however I have no idea how to pronounce it... Clafolis... anyone?
D is for death. The feeling that I have had lurking around me all this week... Can't quite figure out why.
E is for excitement. The emotion that I experience every time I look at Sam.
F is for fear. The feeling that controls all of us from every experiencing life to its fullest. Growing up has afforded me two things: wisdom and fear–I loath the latter.
G is for gratitude: What I feel for the blessings that have been bestowed upon me from someone far more knowledgeable than myself and the many chances that I have had...
H is for humility: A characteristic that I should really work on...
I is for idiot: Because I just had to go down the entire list of letters to figure out what was after H.
J is for juxtaposition. A word that is used far too often.
K is for Kendall. My new last name... that sounds funny... my new last name?
L is for lingering. A word that denotes way too many things on my to-do list for life.
M is for memory. Something I think I am losing.
N is for Nancy. A lady that I admire very much.
O is for ordinary. The kind of life that I lead and I try to fool myself into thinking that I don't.
P is for passive aggressive. A trait that I am desperately trying to overcome.
Q is for Quarizan. A company that has a cool name... sorta.
R is for running. The worst activity ever.
S is for simplify. Something I am whole-heatedly trying to do with my life, work, relationships and just about everything else that I touch and am touched by.
T is for trust. Something that lacks in anyone who is Italian... it's like it's a genetic deficiency. Sorry, we're just always skeptical–it's just who we are.
U is for underneath. Because there is always something looming underneath the surface just dying to come out.
V is for victorious. A feeling that I want Sam to know.
W is for wind. A power to bring about change and alter one's life course.
X is for xebra. God's gift to people who hate colorful patterns... Um... that would be me! Just give me black and white please :)
Z is for zooming. What Oscar the hamster does in his wheel every night.

ok... I think I got 'em all. Oh, and new hair... :)

Blog more, TV less

I have always looked forward to Lent. I love the idea of start anew and the opportunity to make something better. I try to tackle something worthy every year–not give something up or deny myself, but add to what I already have. One year I gave up Law and Order, and the following year it was TV all together. Last year... well, I can't really remember. However, this year it is back to TV. However, there is a slightly different reason than the years prior. I am not getting stuff done anymore! Heavens to Betsy have I been lazy. I get home from work and literally sink into the sofa and before I know it's 10:30, Grey's is over and I've lost another night of precious time. This has go to stop. However, I do love to blog and even though I am not very funny or insightful, it does inspire thought and provoke me to step out of my routine.

Also, I get so much more satisfaction out of blogging than TV has ever come close to.

I know that it seems like I am substituting blogging for TV, and that might very well be. However, the activity of writing, allows me to gather, assemble and act on my ideas and thoughts. One of my stumbling blocks is my faith. Growing up Catholic, I've always felt the need to feel guilty for my lack of religious-ness, however at this point in my life I'm just kind of pissed at myself for not being the person I should be. So, to my adoring readers, please know that there will probably be some Jesus-talk in the posts to come.

Yippee for productivity! Wow! I have had waaayyyy too much coffee this morning!

EK

First Sunday with not a whole lot to do...

Two random facts that have been floating around in my thinker today...

1. When my bff and I were in high school we had a crush on her neighbor Bobby. We both knew that he was an alcoholic jerk, but that didn't matter... we just like when he cut the grass... shirtless. To increase the probability of catching a glimpse of him we'd spread Miracle-gro on his lawn at night.

2. I have a very kind, loving and accepting husband. I know this because when I mentioned him possible using a "special Sammy pillow" due to his likelihood of becoming very warm at night and possibly sweating and the the interaction that might have with new beautiful sheets–he hardly batted an eye, simply smiled and said, "yes, Love."

The sun was smiling down upon me and I was granted these pretty photographs. Please download as a desktop background if you like. I'm feeling the need to have a reminder in front of me now that lent is quickly approaching.

Highly Note-worthy!

I have glasses! (psst... look to the right of your browser) Yippee!

I have, well, wanted glasses since I discovered what they were but since I have 20/15 vision it was out of the question. In fact, for some reason, people with glasses continued to labor on and on about how much they hated their loathed spectacles. My guess is that it was merely a guise so that they could hold in all the awesomeness to themselves.

Well, ha! I win!! Since my vision is considered "super normal", I actually do need glasses - my eyes are working TOO hard, hence requiring glasses when doing certain activities.

Yippee Skippy!! My 24-year long battle with trying to convince people that I am glasses-worthy has indeed been conquered.