There is a such thing as a free lunch, and breakfast

We have not eaten out much this month because we are participating in Carla's no spend month. There have been a few times we have gone out to eat, but was paid for with my fun money, or P's fun money. We have been really careful with our spending this month, and our bank account is thanking us by growing slowly, but still growing!

I did get two awesome treats this weekend! On Friday there was a new pizza place opening up called Pie 5 and they were offering free personal pizza's and a drink! Score. I stopped by for lunch on Friday, and got the Tree Hugger. It was great! P stopped by for dinner and got his own, and really liked it too!

We also got a free breakfast from Cornerbakery on Sunday morning. All I had to do was sign us up to get a free Panini, and badda bing, badda boom, free breakfast for two.
Have you gotten any freebies latley?

The Vortex

I have finally joined the millions of others and given into the great time wasting vortex known as Pintrest. I waste so many hours of my day looking at that blasted sight, it is not even funny.

The problem with Pintrest is that so much that is posted on there is crafty or creative stuff. Remember, I am the person that calls arts and crafts, arts and craps. I have absolutely no artistic or creative talent in my body.

Unfortunately, because of Pintrest, I got inspired to tap into my creativeish side.

The last time I did something creative I attempted to redo a piece of furniture and ended up burning some skin off, painting the piece a hideous color, spent way too much money fixing my many mistakes, and I had paint in my hair for nearly 2 weeks. I ended up giving the piece to a friend who redid it and it is now beautiful.

Yesterday I saw this on Pintrest in the morning.

This cake is beautiful and I wanted to recreate it. I went to the store, bought what I needed to make the cake, from scratch and started it about 6:00. I finished around 10:00.

My version, which was doomed from the start ended up being a square brick that did not taste good.

The measurements were listed in the metric system, and with my 5th grade math skills, those conversions were somewhat difficult, and probably incorrect.

The cake ended up being square because I had to cut it from the circular pan because it was thin and burned. The icing was overly sweet, and I got frustrated with the sprinkles so I dumped the canister on the top. The icing looks like it was applied by a blind five year old. The cake was dry and not moist. It was not good. I was so frustrated by the end of the night that I text my friend who is a chef and asked for some help. Well, my actual words were "This cake is being a little whore, any tips?" I then had to stare at my unappetising cake, and my disastrous kitchen. A had sugar EVERYWHERE, including my already dirty hair and I filled up the dishwasher with dishes I used just from making the blasted cake.

I kept telling P that I should never have hopes and dreams because they always turn out to be massive failures. I stated that I was going to stop trying to be better and just settle for who and what I am now. (I am pretty dramatic and sarcastic in the face of failure.) He gave me a deadpan stare and I am pretty sure he wanted to tell me to shut up. When he asked me what I could learn from the experience I told him that I learned to never try for things.

The cake now resides in the trashcans along with all my other creative hopes and dreams. (Again, sarcasm)

Do you Pintrest?

Friday Confessions

Here are my weekly confessions:
1. I have worn the same clothes to the gym everyday this week.
2. Yesterday, every time P asked for something I would not do it unless he would drop it like its hot. (Him: Will you read this? Her: Only if you drop it like its hot first.)
3. When snacking on Frosted Shredded Wheat, I picked through and picked the ones with the most frosting, and threw the rest back in the box for P to eat.
4. I have not washed my hair since Sunday. Again. Damn it.

I spy with my little eye

A few moths ago, I confessed that I did this. (see number 4).
Apparently, everyone thought that was really funny. Come on, admit it, you do it too! I thought I might expand on this one a bit.
The picture above is the binoculars that I use when I spy on my neighbors. They live on my mantel.
Across the street is a huge high rise condo building. I have always been fascinated by the way people live, and I want to know what people's homes look like. I promise I am not a creeper, or a voyager. I am just interested in others. It is one reason I like to run in neighborhoods at night. People still have their blinds up and it is interesting to see how they live.

Anyways, yes, I do my spying with those above. They are not quite as powerful as I would like, but they were given to me, so they were free, and I do like my free stuff.

Back to my spying....there have been many a nights where I have sat on my porch and looked at the condo's. Those puppies are expensive, I know because I looked at the different units online to figure out the floor plans.

While doing my observing I have seen a couple fighting on the balcony. At least, I think they were fighting. I made that assumption based on the excessive hand gestures and body language. I have also seen people eating dinner and watching t.v.

The most embarrassing time, was during an air show. P and I were outside in the late afternoon, early evening watching small planes fly by. This gave me the PERFECT excuse to use my binoc's out in the open. As we were standing out watching the planes, I would pretend to search the sky, while really looking into condo's. As I was "looking for planes" I made eye contact with a tenant in the penthouse. He had his binoc's and was looking RIGHT AT ME! Awkward!!
So, yes, I do a little bit of observing. Come on, admit it, you do it too!!!

Annoyed

I am an idiot. Seriously.
Because of my idiocy, I am now suffering from some IT band issues in my right knee. It is all my fault because I don't stretch. Ever.
I hate stretching, and I always have. Tonight, I tried to go running and my knee hurt so bad. So, now I am sidelined for a few days. AHHHHHHHH.
I am so annoyed with myself. I have stretched, iced, and foam rolled tonight.
I expect a full recovery soon.
Lets hope.

Friday Confessions

Here are my weekly confessions:

1.I have been working out in the morning and some days I don't have time to wash my hair. So I just blow dry the sweat and then do my hair.
2. I finally confessed to P that one of my biggest fears is getting stuck on an elevator and having to pee on myself.
3. I cleaned the bathtub for the 1st time since we moved in here back in June.
4. I sleep in the middle of the bed while P sleeps half way off the bed clinging on for life.
5. I wore my underwear inside out Wednesday and didn't even notice.

Fess up, what do you have to confess this week?

Breakdown Here

By nature, I am not a very communicative person. I don't know if I was that way growing up, or if I somehow just evolved into this. Please understand, this does not mean that I am quiet. In fact, if you asked anyone who knows me, they would tell you that I am actually pretty chatty. I talk a lot, but when it comes to things that are personal, I tend to be pretty closed off.
I can chat about things that excite me or that make me happy with ease. What I have a hard time talking about are things that hurt me, scare me, or make me mad. I keep all of those bottled up and they stay there, hidden deep inside. To say that I am emotionally stunted would be an understatement.
When I get emotional, I tend to lock up, and I become awkward. I am not a crier. When I feel tears coming on, I try so hard to fight them off. Imagine my surprise when Monday night rolls around and P and I start talking and all the sudden tears start coming and they just won't stop. Keep in mind, I am not an attractive crier. Once I start crying, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and shove my face into a pillow until it is over. I just want to hide.
P came over to the couch where I was hidden and had to physically uncurl me, and sat on the floor and watched me cry and talked things out with me. There have been some disappointments, realizations, and some trying times lately, and I have never taken the time to deal with them. I just push past it, put it out of my mind, and never taken the time to deal with them. I just put on a happy face and keep it bottled up. P sat there on the floor, stroked my hair while I cried, and held me tight. Once it was finally over, he got me a glass of wine and put on a funny movie I like for me to zone out for a bit before bed.
It is so funny that God gave me the husband he did. As much as we are alike and have the same interests, we are also so incredibly different. Where I am closed off and unexpressive, P hates keeping things bottled up. He wants to talk out problems, get to the root of the issue, and deal with it. If he is mad at me, he will tell me and talk through it. If I am mad at him, I wont admit it, I hold onto it, and end up blowing up, or having a melt down a few months later. I am a black belt at silent warfare and suffering in silence. Yes, emotional maturing is my strong suit--clearly.
P was great in the process. He called me several times throughout the next day to check on me, and even stopped by my office on his lunch break to see that I was ok.
I am ok. Things are hard, life can be sad, but that is what we have a Savior for, and thats why we have people in our lives to help us deal with the hard things and help us carry the load when we get weak.