The Economy Strikes Again

This morning, after weeks of tests, homework, papers, and endless sushi serving, we slept in and spent the morning together. It was definitely what the doctor ordered. I mentioned going to breakfast before Sam headed off to class, and he jumped at the idea of going to Jim's Family Restaurant and eating three, plate sized, delicious pancakes.

I casually mentioned a few other places to eat (Jim's is okay but def not my favorite), but Sam conveniently changed the subject or pretended not to hear. And with that we were off, Sam behind the wheel, and set on his destination of large pancakes.

As we are driving down state street, we stopped at the gas station right next door to Jim's to put air in the tires, and it is then we notice the abandoned building with it's missing sign. Jim's Family Restaurant has closed. I used all my strength to stifle back my laughter (I'll be honest, I didn't do that great of a job) as Sam came extremely close to tears. I think direct quotes of "Oh man this is the worst day of my life" and "what am I going to eat now, I've already eaten the pancakes twice in my head and that's all I want" pretty much sum up our car ride to Magelby's Fresh, my choice :)

Of course, after eating at Magelby's, and experiencing what it did to my stomach an hour later, I too might be kind of sad our good friend Jim closed down his restaurant. Stupid economy.

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

So last semester one of Sam's professors invited the whole class over for dinner at his house, with his family (super nice, right?). We were one of the first to arrive and had fun talking to him and his wife a little, and listening to a few of the other students talk. I was kind of nervous about being there because I didn't know anyone, and I ususally get shy around large groups of people that I don't know (this is why I married someone so outgoing), but it started off well.

By the time dinner was served almost the entire class was present, so the room was pretty crowded. Fortunately, (or so I thought) one of Sam's classmates married a guy I knew, so naturally we sat near them and started talking, catching up a bit. After all the usual questions were asked, and we were officially caught up, our conversation died a little, and thankfully (to alleviate some of the awkwardness) the classmates (Sam and his wife) started talking about school and the common classes they had.

The girl brought up another class they were currently in together. This particular class had a crazy teacher who had assigned an enormous amount of work (two twenty page papers, one ten page book report, and a journal entry for each class period). This teacher was also pretty forgetful and frequently told the class that what he said in class goes, so if he says it, write it down and date it and it is as solid as the syllabus. Well one day Sam came home really upset because of an event that took place in this class. The teacher had completely forgotten that he had assigned one of the twenty page papers and instead reminded the students to work on the book report which was due further down the road. Now, we have all had classes where there is that one stupid kid who chooses to remind the teacher to collect the homework, or assign the readings and papers that we definitely could have gotten away with not doing (if you can't remember being in classes with those kids then you probably are that kid and fyi, your classmates hate you). Well Sam (and his class) almost got away with not having to write one of those papers, but thanks to his awesome classmate, the teacher was reminded and the paper was back on. Sam was furious when he got home (rightly so) and he definitely vented his anger to a listening ear (mine).

Back to the dinner party. Sam and her were talking about this class, and (in my defense) BOTH of them were complaining about the work load. I remembered the day Sam came home venting (because I have an awesome memory) and I decided to join the converation and talk about how stupid that girl was for reminding the teacher about that paper when he had clearly forgotten all about it. Did I use the word stupid several time when describing her? You bet I did.

Needless to say, when we got into the car about ten minutes later to go home Sam turned to me to reveal that the girl we were talking to was in fact that stupid girl that reminded the teacher about the paper. Seriously, what are the odds of that?

Why do I bring this story up you ask? Well, Sam has another class from the same professor this semester, and this Thursday the class is once again invited to his home for dinner. Do I feel even more nervous to go this time then I did last time? Yes I do.

This time around the game plan is to sit, eat, smile, and not put my big ole foot in my mouth.

Pillow Fight

So we have a king size bed, and have found that it is impossible for us to get a good nights sleep on anything smaller. Despite his large size, Sam only gets a third of the bed because sometimes I prefer to sleep sideways and diagonal, which requires a lot more room.

Last night Sam broke the rules big time. He somehow managed to throw his own pillow halfway across the room (he has weird nightmares), then he rolled over to my side and tried to claim my pillow as his own. I'm not sure when it started because I was fast asleep, but I do remember how it ended: me not happy. I woke up a little confused and pretty claustrophobic. My right leg was hanging off the mattress, and my neck hurt from lack of support (I had no pillow) I looked at Sam and he was peacefully sleeping on my pillow and my side of the bed.

Let's just say that he is VERY lucky he had a genetics test the next day or else he wouldn't have been very happy with the plans I had to wake him up and move him back to Sam territory. Oh, and maybe a little luck went to me loving him enough to not do anything too mean.

The moral of the story: I am mean for squishing a large Sam (relatively speaking) to a third of the bed. I got a little taste of my own medicine and I did not enjoy it.

What a day...

Did I go running today even though I should have?
Not a chance

Did I get my butt kicked while serving sushi?
You bet I did

Did I make a million dollars while getting my butt kicked?
That will be the day

Did I instantly forget about my sorrows the moment I got home from work?
How could I not....



Those dang Marie Callendars commercials got me again. What can I say, I am an advertisers dream come true.

Banana Cream Pie, the comfort food of champions!

My Valentine

Our eventful day was spent:

Together
Healthy
Sleeping in
Not working
Eating
Shopping
Building
Driving
Candy Surprises
A little more eating
And just a few reminders that you should always be nice to your valentines:)

I may have gained five pounds, but it was definitely worth it.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!

Sick Days

So I have decided that having sick days is not as much fun as when I was a kid. It's always nice to have a few days off of work, but since I am married to a man with the immune system of...(input something that doesn't ever get sick), it definitely gets boring being home alone.

Unless of course I am sleeping, and thanks to my little friend called NyQuil, I definitely did a lot of that.

And a tip for the future...never go cheap on these:



Saving a few dollars is not worth the sore nose.

Seven Sam Things

Since Terri is feeling under the weather and her regular doses of NyQuil render her unconscious for 12 hours at a time, I thought this would be a good opportunity to do my 7 little known facts. And to spice it up a bit each one will correlate with one of the 7 "Deadly Sins."

1. Gluttony- I have an almost diagnosable obsession for freshly baked doughnuts. I remember one night a guy who lived upstairs from me stopped by and one thing led to another and before we knew it we were talking about the best places in town to get tasty confections. At one point, late into the night, I could sense that there was something he wanted to tell me but for some reason was holding back. I assured him that he was in a safe place and he could trust me with anything. It was then that he revealed to me that Krsipy Kreme stores are so insistent that their selection be fresh that if doughnuts sit out for too long they just throw them all away. He told me that he regularly went out back behind the store and grabbed boxes of them. Several weeks later Terri and I were in Boise and we went to Krispy Kreme with Curtis and Quinnton and I'll skip the gory detailes but I will say this, we did enjoy delicious dumpster doughnuts, and we were not ashamed.

2. Greed- Growing up I was always taught that you should treat others how you want to be treated. Apparently I got a little bit confused and over time that principle has translated into, you should buy people things that you would want them to buy you. Terri calls me out on it all the time, I will come home and say "Terri, I brought you a surprise!" She will then respond, " Oh thanks, a carton of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream which you know I don't like and which happens to be your favorite." I swear to her its not intentional, but I must confess that I pull those shananagins a lot.

3. Sloth- When Terri and I have kids I plan on allowing them to roam freely in their natural(naked) state in a large room with a tile floor and walls. This way, until they are potty trained, when a "mess" is made we can just hose it right away. (did I mention the slight slant to the drain in the center of the room?) This will cut down on laundry and save me from changing diapers.

4. Wrath- I don't like it when people hit me. Even playful smacks for some reason make me very angry. Do you remember in Jr High when it was manly for guys to slug each other in the arm? I hated that. I think it is because my mom never let me play football when I was little. :)

5. Envy- I have never had a truck. Someday I will. It may not be the biggest or newest, but it will be a truck.(Some people call their SUV's like Ford Explorers or Pathfinders "trucks" but this is wrong and offensive) I have to borrow trucks pretty often to move stuff, so when I have a truck I will help lots of people move stuff too because I always appreciate it. So just know this, if you have a truck, I envy you.

6. Pride-I thought for a long time and I just could not identify with this particular sin in any way. I will say this though, I am the best Dr Mario player ever and if you think you are better than me you are wrong, and you should be more humble.

7. Lust-I think Terri is a babe.

Well, there you have it, 7 things about me you may or may not have known. When Terri awakens we will see if she ever lets me near her blog again :)