Concert-going...

Last week the Husband and I went concert going.

It's one of our favorite things to do.
Our first official date was a concert.
(August 2002, Vanessa Carlton, Third Eye Blind & Goo Goo Dolls)

(We look so young and innocent)
(I mean it was only almost 10 years ago)
Our love affair with music is one of our most sacred bonds.
(In my opinion)
(Outside of Doctor Who)
(Which reminds me, he wants to put a Tardis decal on my car... because I don't get enough grief already)

When it comes to music I'd say we are 99% compatible. It probably has to do something with him being extremely easy going and me being very persistent. (Although we were together for something like 5 years before I realized he doesn't like The Beatles) (I'm not sure how we survived that revelation)

However, this past concert was a reminder that I'm starting to get old.

I mean the earplugs say it all really...
(On the bright side I could sleep that night because my ears didn't feel like they were going to bleed so there's that...)
(My feet on the other hand? That's a completely different story)

The lineup this time was, in our opinion, one of epic-ness.
My Darkest Days (Eh...), Seether (Yay!), Bush (I nearly fainted) & Nickelback (Yay!)

Side note: I get it. Nickelback is a polarizing band. You either hate them or you love them. Not many people are ambivalent. That being said I think some people on the negative end of the spectrum can be real assholes. For what it's worth we like them. Plus they put on a damn good show. I never fail to feel like I get my moneys worth. I can't say that for all bands. Pearl Jam/NIN I'm looking at you.... That being said if you don't like then please don't leave commentary telling me what terrible music taste I have. I respect your right to listen to music I find deplorable and I will gladly keep my mouth shut.

Needless to say, the night was epic.
I rocked my butt off to Seether...

I swooned when Bush took the stage...

I yelled at the top of my lungs when Nickelback played.

It was awesome.
At the end of the night when we stumbled in the door, achy and tired, we were still grinning like idiots.
There's something to be said for that.

I'm not ashamed.

I have an obsession.

And what's more I'm not ashamed.

I love Doctor Who.

Plain and simple.

And I'm not the only one

Before this silly British sci-fi show came into my life I didn't even like the genre of sci-fi.

I was leery.

I had a friend that insisted I would love it.

Then it showed up on Netflix.

I said what the hell.
After all, Netflix said I'd like it.

Thus began my decent into complete geekdom.

The show is so smart, witty, and about more then monsters and time travel.

One of my favorite quotes: "The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the
bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them
unimportant." - Vincent & the Doctor

I believe in the interconnectedness of the universe. I believe that we stumbled across this show when we absolutely needed. (The reality is my friend had been bugging me for months to watch it)
Sometimes you just need a break from reality.

This show has been so important to me over the last year that words fail me when I try to explain it. Husband gets it. He may roll his eyes when he sees charges from ebay on our bank statement but he gets it.
Maybe one day the words won't fail me.
Until then I'll just smile when people shake their heads at my devotion.

I like squash. A lot.

I'm currently obsessed with squash and zucchini. 

I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that they can be found in abundance at the local farmer's markets. 

Or that they are just delicious. 

The fact remains that I love them. 

It's almost unnatural.

It's not like I go outside, stomp around our veggie garden yelling "grow dammit" at my plants.

Because that would be weird.

And I'm totally normal.

Right.

This is a something I made a few weeks ago. 

I went to the Farmer's market without a clue...

Then I saw the huge baskets of squash/zucchini and the lovely $3 price tag...

Everything after that was a blur.

Husband came home and asked the dangerous question, "What's for dinner?"

I simply shrugged and said, "An experiment."

I dubbed it "Farmer's Market Mish-Mash".

Husband ate two large helpings and promptly burped. 

He claims it was the highest compliment possible.

The "recipe" is as follows...
-Find white rice that you impulsively bought at the bulk bins at Whole Food, Google how to cook it (yes I realize I'm almost 30 and don't know how to cook rice)... set aside.
-Dice up some white onion and cook for a few minutes in olive oil until good and stinky (fragrant, whatever)
-Add squash, zucchini & tomato... season with black pepper (or something else if you are not lazy like me)... let simmer for however long you have the patience for... I think I did 10 minutes because I was engrossed in a Big Bang rerun...
-Put rice in bowl and pour the veggies with juices on top.
-Eat.

(Everything but the rice was bought locally and trust me, it just tastes better)

This was tonight's experiment.

I was daydreaming while at lunch with my bestie.

Naturally my thoughts turned to squash and zucchini because I'm a huge dork.

(Seriously I don't know how I lived to be almost 30 without eating more of these delicious plants)

(Life before this discovery seems very dark...)

Anyway while perusing the isles for food my friend asks what I'm getting for dinner.

I'm sure you can guess that I shrugged and said "an experiment".

It was good.

(Never mind the fact that I forgot to get Husband mushrooms)

((I mean, seriously? They are gross))

((They are a fungus after all) )

(Or that I had to cook with canola oil instead of olive oil because I'm a huge spaz when I grocery shop)

(And maybe a touch forgetful)

So yea, here's this version...

-It's basically the same directions as before...

-Only I added red bell pepper in with the onion

-And I added a can of rinsed (this is very important) black beans at the end. 

-And I added a lot more pepper. Because I like pepper. And I'm too lazy to figure out other spices. 

It's an interesting experiment we have going on in our house.
Life is far more simple without dairy.
Now if only my garden would hurry up and grow, dammit grow.

From the Marriage Chronicles...

2 weeks ago Husband and I celebrated 8 years of legal togetherness. 

It's funny how time flies. 

It seems like only yesterday we looked like this...

 Now we look like this...

Well actually we look more like this...

We're mature. Really mature. 

(At least I didn't post the picture of me using the camera to see if there was anything in my teeth...)

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Sunday night we attended a wedding for one of my dear co-workers.
The reverend is giving the couple some advice and says, "Most importantly never go to bed mad."
Husband and I look at each other and roll our eyes.
Sometimes you need to go to bed to get some perspective.
And avoid murder charges.

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Last night we were driving around when Husband saw a church billboard that said something along the lines of respecting the one who drives out the demons. The following conversation happens...

Him: "Do they mean Sam & Dean? or Constantine?"

Me: "Or do they mean on occasion Doctor Who?"

We both collapse into a pile of (very mature) laughter...

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Me: "Guess what? I made it 5 whole days without getting any Starbucks before work.."

Him: "That's great dear... let's go get some Starbucks."

Me: "Ok!"

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It's the little things in life...

Inked.

Last night I got another tattoo.

I like tattoos.

Not everyone does. I get that. Heck I married that guy. However, he sits by patiently while I get my tattoos done and even manages to say nice things about them afterward.  I kinda like him.

I have 3 tattoos. 

I got my first one when I was 20.

 

This is it in all of its tiny glory.

In retrospect I wish someone would have told me how much tattooing your ankle sucks.

Talk about pain.

I got it in a small tribute to a band that helped me through some rough times and helped me to embrace my inner freak.

No I won't tell you what band. 

Let's just say that no matter how lame they became... the music they made during this time was and always will be extremely important to me.

 I got this tattoo when I was 26 and on vacation in San Jose California.

I love frogs. 

I mean I have an unhealthy obsession with them.

My house is overflowing with frog things.

It all started when I was 14.

In particular I love poison dart frogs. 

So it seemed only natural to me that I declared my love in tattoo.

After my first tattoo I decided I didn't really like color. 

Mostly because, frog tattoos in particular, can look very cheesy in color.

I love this tattoo. 

I get compliments on it all the time.

 This one I got last night.

(For the record, I'm 29)

Yes, I got a tattoo on Friday the 13th.

I get how ominous that is.

This tattoo, as you can see, is of one of my dogs actual paw prints. 

This dog is my soul mate.

There are no words for the love I have for this dog. 

It may seem silly.

It may seem like a waste of money.

It doesn't matter though because when I decide to mark my body forever with something I don't make the decision lightly.

Sleep stories

Last night Husband and I are settling into bed when the following conversations takes place.
Him: "Can I spoon you?"
Me: "As long as you don't try to choke me out again."
He laughs.
(I will esplain in a minute)
Me: "For someone who was falling asleep on the couch 5 minutes ago I sure am wide awake now"
Him: "Me too"
5 minutes later...
He's snoring like a chainsaw while I debate the various merits of the new Starbucks remodel.
(I love insomnia)


2 nights ago....
Husband is spooning me and I'm just starting to finally drift off...
The next thing I know I'm jerked awake because Husband has just twitched violently in his sleep and has his arm wrapped around my neck.
(Apparently this phenomenon is called a myoclonic twitch, who knew)
I attempt to roll over but his grip isn't loosening...
Him: "I'm sorry"
Me: "Get off me"
Him: "I'm sorry"
Me: "Just get off me"
He finally rolls away
Him: "I'm sorry"
A few seconds of silence while I rearrange...
Him: "I'm sorry"

He, naturally, remembers nothing about this.
However, he was apparently very sorry about the whole thing.

Sleeping can be very perilous sometimes.

A classic from a few years ago...
Laying in bed trying to fall asleep (do you see a pattern here?)
Out of the blue Husband hums a tune in his sleep.
I swear.
I try not to wake him up but because I'm shaking so violently from trying to not laugh at him the whole bed is shaking and the following conversation takes place:
Him: "What's so funny?"
Me: *snort* "You were humming in your sleep!" *snort*
Him: "Stop being so weird."

As you can imagine he didn't remember a thing the next morning...

I love marriage.

A foray into DIY

I made reusable dryer sheets.

I think I'm officially a hippie.

(and yes, the fabric has frogs, hearts and the word peace on there several times) 

(as if that surprises you) 

Idea taken from here 

I procured my baby wipes container from a friend.

The flannel I found on sale and it cost me a staggering $1.50

I grabbed a bottle of Ecover fabric softener. (because again, I'm a hippie)

Goggled the amounts needed (because even basic math is puzzling to me) and then fudged the numbers anyway. 

I'm happy to report that it has been deemed a success. 

It was a very exciting day. 

Especially because now a bottle of fabric softener will last me until the end of time. 

Hooray!