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I’m in a meal rut. Like, I never know what to cook, I don’t even want to cook, really. But I want to eat. Which poses a real problem. Is it because it’s summer? I have no idea. I do know that I went to the grocery store last week without planning a single meal (always a bad idea) and came back with a bunch of fruit. And avocados. I don’t know if you know this, but it’s not super easy to make meals with fruit and avocados. Finding something in the house for dinner every night was challenging. By the end of the week Corey took things into his own hands and made an entire dinner ;). Which brings me to my next point…Corey wants to try Whole30 to revamp our diet. Have you heard of this? I’m a little intimidated. Mostly because it’s pretty meat-heavy and I’m not a big meat eater. The goal is to eliminate all grains, dairy, legumes, and sugar for 30 days. I think it’s a little drastic, but people who have tried it say it makes them feel better. There doesn’t seem to be much research to back up the claims that dairy and grains are all that terrible for you (something the Whole30 creators maintain), so I’m not sure I’m ready to give up my daily yogurt or whole grain toast. Or oatmeal for that matter. Has anyone tried this and had a positive experience? Let me know, I’d love to hear!

Earlier this month Corey and I went to a bed and breakfast in the Outer Banks to celebrate our anniversary. I’m going to do a post on the trip, but it was so much fun. I’ve never stayed in a b&b before, and now I feel like it’s the only way to go! This one in particular was so nice. The owners were so hospitable and accomodating to whatever we needed. It was such a relaxing and refreshing time away. We seriously have already started talking about when we can go back.

In other news, the progress on our adoption seems to have stopped completely. Without going in to much detail, things don’t look good right now and it seems like everything could fall apart. We’re worried, but trying to be hopeful. And praying a lot. Will you pray with us? Right now we just just need all our paperwork to be submitted to the court (not something we do), if you could pray that this happens within the next couple of weeks, we would so appreciate it. I’ll update as soon as we have more conclusive information.

Until next time….



Scenes From a Sunday

So I guess I’m blogging once a month now. Whatever, I’m going with it.

Last week was crazy. Like, almost insane. I came back from Ohio, and somehow ended up working 8 out of 9 days in a row. I kind of knew what I was doing when I scheduled myself for some extra days, but it didn’t exactly compute until I was in the middle of the situation. Whoa, buddy. I was exhausted at the end of the week! On Friday night, Corey asked me what an ideal day would be, and suggested that I stay in bed Sunday morning while he got up and made breakfast for us. I agreed immediately, because who in their right mind would turn down an offer like that?
Yesterday morning I had a meeting/training at church, so Sunday was our day! This is one of the many reasons I love Saturday night church. We get to take our time getting up Sunday morning and just get to relax with coffee before doing anything important. It really is so nice.
I woke up around 7:30 feeling pretty awake, and since I’m not actually a huge stay-in-bed kind of person, I got up and went downstairs. Corey followed and started our breakfast while I stretched out on the couch with a blanket and a book.
Cece went between the couch and the window while I read.
I’m reading this awesome book that has me all excited about cooking every week. It has been just the motivation I needed to fall in love with making meals again. While I was enjoying my book (and snuggles with the pup), Corey made omelets, cinnamon rolls, and coffee. We sat and ate together and drank coffee and talked. It was so nice.
After breakfast we just stayed on the couch and read and, of course, snuggled some more.
This dog. Clearly she is not loved at.all.
After doing some chores around the house, we watched the Cowboys pull off a nail biter. Good grief was I nervous! The life of a Cowboys fan.
Corey doing a good job of keeping his cool during the game ;).
After the game, we turned on our new favorite show, Fixer Upper and I had a chance to paint my nails. I’ve decided having painted nails makes me feel feminine and I’m going to try to do it more. Even if it only lasts for 4 or 5 days. And let’s be honest, that’s best-case scenario. Oh well, it’s fun and pretty while it lasts.
We took an afternoon walk with Cece and tonight we’re meeting up with some friends for dinner.
 All in all, this day was just exactly what I needed. It wasn’t exciting, but that’s kind of the name of the game when I’m stressed and frazzled. Sometimes I feel like I have to try not to feel bad about just taking a day to do nothing. I definitely had some of that feeling today. We did get some stuff done that we needed to–laundry, ironing, cleaning the house, Corey and Jon fixed my car–but for some reason when I’m relaxing and doing things I enjoy I start to feel a little guilty. Why do I do that? Does anyone else do that to themselves? I do know that I feel ready to face this week after such a relaxing day, though :). And that feels nice.

My Life is Uninteresting, Except the Thing with my Toe

So, I know I should post here more often than I do, but I just don’t feel like I have anything good to say. Every once in a while I think of something interesting to talk about or post, but when I sit down to actually do it, it’s like I’ve never had an intelligent thought in my life. I generally just give up before I start. So here I sit on another Friday night, exhausted, and not a thing to report.

Work has kind of been kicking my butt. Lots of new things to adjust to in regards to responsibilities and such. I still love my job, and I love taking on more, but man, it wears me out! And that’s pretty much all I have to say about that.

I thought I broke my big toe this morning. I was trying to get my yogurt for my lunch out from behind the crockpot that was for some reason lurking on the middle shelf  ::ahem::. Anyway, when I went to pull it out, a jar of jelly rolled out in front of it and dropped onto my toe. I of course went upstairs to tell a sleeping Corey about the incident. Because who doesn’t want to be woken up by their wife crying saying she broke her toe? Exactly. As I was bemoaning the fact that the crockpot had found its way into the fridge and Corey started putting two and two together, she exclaimed, “the crockpot fell on your toe?!” I felt pretty silly following that up with, “no, it was a jar of jelly.” It did hurt for the rest of the day, though. And my toe is all red and swollen and throbbing, although less so now that it’s out of my Dansko. Ah well, not every morning can be injury-free. There’s always tomorrow…