Three Years

Three whole years. And with each year it seems that my hair gets darker. By six years, we may be looking at jet black hair. 

People don't like to say that marriage is easy. Because apparently it's not. But I wouldn't really know because marriage to Jason is easy. It's the easiest thing in the world. And the funnest thing too. 

A Lousy Picture is Worth About 348 Words

My cute sister-in-law's mother embroidered this cute towel to wrap my tortillas in to keep them warm. Isn't she the cutest? There is a slight language barrier so when she brought this up to me, it took me a second to realize it was for me. "Por mi?" I said. And she laughed and nodded and didn't correct me or anything. Haha. It basically made my week.

 
Did you know that tres leches cake is the easiest dessert in the world. Step one) Bake a cake. Step two) Poke a bunch of holes in it. Step 3) Pour evaporated milk, half and half, and sweetened condensed milk all over it. Step 4) Chill. Step 5) Cover in whipping cream or cool whip and maybe even some strawberries and eat!

Jason and I went to see Gatsby at a new theater last week. This is one of those theaters where each pair of seats has a table, and a menu, and order cards, and pens, and lots of leg room, and waiters, and really really good food delivered right to you. Because we are idiots and ate before we went (they serve burgers and pizza and even steak!), we just got dessert. A strawberry balsamic milkshake (what?! exploded head) and freshly baked cookies. I wouldn't go there for every movie, but it was definitely a worthwhile experience. (Also, before the previews, they show old movies, which is quite fabulous.) And as for Gatsby, it's been said already, but it can afford to be said again. The soundtrack... The soundtrack....... THE SOUNDTRACK!!!!

Guess who took his very last final yesterday and is a full-fledged Economics grad. Jason. That's who. We found an amazing Japanese steakhouse and sat ourselves right in front of that teppanyaki grill, refusing to move until we thought it might actually be impossible to move from the food comas we ate ourselves into. Mushy stuff about how proud of him I am, and how amazing he is, and handsome, and funny, and kind, and forgiving, and a genu-ine gentleman. I love him.

*Yeah, exactly 348 words. I counted.

Don't bang you head on the desk

Recently, I've had a quite a few days I have wanted to introduce my head to the desk via banging. I've heard it's a fairly effective way of making a good first impression. 

See that pie chart above? See that large portion? I would say 90% of that 50% is devoted to 2% of my clients. They strongly induce head-banging urges.

See that littlest portion? That is what I went to school for and intended to do as my career. That section is probably a little generous but I got lazy because.. see that medium section? Well, I just wing that stuff. Because I don't really know what I'm doing. So I fake it till I make i..... something that is passable.

I used to have an Open-In-Case-Of-Emergency Drawer. Emergency in this situation meaning, "Okay, I was joking before but now I'm really going to bang my head against the desk." That drawer had incredible cures such as Double Stuff Oreos, Dark Chocolate Cadbury Eggs, Reeses Minis, Popcorn Indiana Kettle Corn. In a crazy bold move, I cleared that drawer out.

This was dumb.

Now I only have one solution. Close the door, turn up the music, lip-sync the greatest performance you ever not seen. But I'm a fickle girl. I collect songs like I collect muddy buddy recipes. That is actually a terrible metaphor. I curate lists of songs and then listen to them. I pin every variation of muddy buddies I see and I continue to only make the one and only original.

Though, this one has piqued my interest.

Annnd, so has this: 

I mean, who can say no to an Australian Ska band. Who!? Don't let it be you, just to be sassy. Be sassy and say yes to this song.

I Just Really Love Parentheses

This photo is brought to you by the Anti-All-Word-Posts Foundation. Because some people out there just really hate reading. I'm here for you, illiterate generation. I kid I kid. I know you're not illiterate. Some people are just visual learners. So the above picture will "teach" you all about the joy of parentheses and exaggeration. You're welcome.

I have to preface this story by professing my love for the book The Host. Yes, it is written by the author of the Twilight series. Yes, there is a love story using lots of repetitive language of what that love feels like. (Lava, in case you are wondering.) BUT, it's an enjoyable story. So enjoyable, in fact, that it's my go-to book to read at the beach. Mindless, fun reading. If I were to exaggerate, I would tell you that I've read it seven times. But that would be a lie. Because I've read it exactly six times. Which is quite a lot for me, since I'm anti-reading/watching anything twice ever. Jason finds a show he loves and could watch it again and again. (Friday Night Lights, The OC, Seinfeld.) I prefer to watch/read something new, even if it stinks in comparison to something I've seen/read before that I could have watched/read again. The only other books I've read more than once are the Harry Potter series (before each new book came out), The Great Gatsby (because it was in my sophomore, junior, and senior year curriculums and my book club just read it last month), and A Tale of Two Cities (the greatest love story ever if you can wade your way through all of the grave-digging and French Revolution shenanigans).

All right, enough prefacing. This past weekend, Jason's sister and her husband were in town. We decided to head out to a movie on Saturday night, and since the entire world decided Iron Man 3 was worth going to on opening weekend (let's be honest, Iron Man 2 was awful. But let's be really honest, I love RDJ and I will watch anything he is in), we decided to go to The Host. On the way to the theater, I was trying to give a little background on the story. It wasn't going well. "Umm, well, it's about aliens... And there is a love story.... Well, kind of a love triangle... It's a really fun book.... Really." Skeptical though they were, my companions trusted me and off we went to wait in a crazy long line behind the IM3 attendees. We missed the previews (ugh) and sat down right as the movie began. Five minutes in I started to laugh. Atrocious. The writing. The acting. The set-up. I could feel Jason's eyes burning into the side of my face so I looked over at him. And started laughing even more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said in a laugh whisper. After my eighth (That was, in fact, an exaggeration. Let's go with fifth) apology, I leaned over and said, "Let's get out of here."

The four of us ducked our way out of the theater and when we walked out, we saw that Oblivion was about to start in five minutes. Jason went to exchange our tickets and this time, we sat down right before the previews began.

Have I used up all of my prefaces for one post? Too bad. I shall preface again. I enjoy Tom Cruise but I feel like most of his movies are fairly predictable and tend to be the same ole thing. I was going to wax poetic about how groundbreaking this movie was, but now that I think about it, I guess you could say this falls in the former category. He flew a plane (Top Gun), rode a motorcycle (Mission Impossible, Knight and Day, Days of Thunder), had a hot leading lady (all of them?), and solved a futuristic mystery (Minority Report). But the plane was awesome, and the motorcycle was collapsible, the leading lady was especially gorgeous, and the futuristic mystery was a really good one. So Tom gets two thumbs up from me.

So the moral of this story is... don't sit through a bad movie because it's really easy to exchange your tickets or get your money back. Or maybe it's... sometimes, previews lie. Or possibly... don't marry a guy who hates popcorn, because it will make all of your movie going experiences a little less fun.

Giveaway: Firmoo Sunglasses

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