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Carynn and Jeremy Blog
FINALLY!
If I was a single woman, I could hack it because obviously I was alive and well when I got married 9 months ago. But do you know what I had to do for myself this week?
- I had to drive myself to work. Oh man. The horror of morning traffic.
- I also had to gas up the cars. Not just one but two! Also, looked like a dork at QT when I couldn't figure out how to get the gas cap open on his car.
- I had to sleep in the middle of the bed. Ok, that one not so bad.
- I was brave and called the apartment office to take care of some things. Ew.
- I was responsible for renewing our season basketball tickets. What the hell is an 'endzone' in basketball?
- Had to watch Law & Order SVU for 4 solid hours one night alone. Oh. Again, that one not so bad. That 'gong gong' is awesome with surround sound btw.
- I had to fix dinner for one. By that I mean I had to drive all the way to Panera, get out of the car, order, get back in the car, drive home, unpack it out of a bag and even find a spoon to eat it with. Live is rough.
Guess this just proves how much he really does for me and I'm so glad he is home. I'll gladly put up with the snoring, cooking and ESPN to not be without my Pookie. Or I'll gladly be the one going to Disneyworld next time. Either one.
On knee hair.
First, read this blog from Drifting Focus. While I am not the hippie she is, I think the article is
good. Did you read it?
I said read it.
Ok, good. So now on to my own post. I write down little notes in rainbows of colors that get stuck all over my computer screen. One in particular makes me laugh. It simply says 'knee hair!!!' I can tell by the ridiculous amount of exclamation that I was pissed that day. I can only guess that it was yet another of the 1,563,239 times I reached down and felt that the hair growing on my knee is over a half inch long. It happens EVERY DAMN TIME! I always take time to shave my knees extra carefully. I usually scrape those four interlocked and overpriced blades over that kneecap at least a half dozen times before saying to myself 'surely that will get it'. But it never does. Ever.
I'm sure Jer Bear gets tired of hearing about it. I can be five minutes out of the shower and still in the bathroom when he hears the first cursing coming from below the bathroom door. He plays along by asking what is wrong and I answer back something I shouldn't write on a public blog then he goes back to taking apart my razors and dulling the blades on some concrete. Or so I'd like to think.
Why can't I shave my dang knees? Why do I have to shave every dang day unless I want stubble? I should just go full out nomad and say screw it. I don't have to ask permission, right? Just see how long it takes before he asks me if I know Chaz Bono?
Recipe Of The Week
I made this recipe Friday evening. It wasn't a Crock Pot recipe but it only took about 45 minutes and that included all the prep (and there is a lot). It was quite delicious but be warned it is NOT a big recipe and it is quite spicy. Jer, of course, loved it but Julie and I had a bit of a hard time with the heat. The chipotle chiles are extremely spicy so next time I'm cutting it back to maybe one seeded jalapeno instead of the two chiles. I didn't really get that it added flavor anyway, just heat. I'm also doubling the recipe so I can pull it out of the freezer ready to roll later.
Mexican Chicken Lime Soup
Ingredients:
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 onion, finely chopped
6 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
6 skinless, boneless chicken thighs, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
2 canned chipotle chiles in adobo sauce, finely chopped, plus 2 tablespoons adobo sauce
6 cups chicken broth
1/2 cup chopped fresh cilantro
Juice of 2 limes
1 avocado, thinly sliced lengthwise into 12 pieces
Crushed tortilla chips
Salt and Pepper
Directions: In a large saucepan, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat. Stir in the onion and garlic, lower the heat to medium and cook until the onion begins to brown, about 7 minutes. Increase the heat to high, push the vegetables to the side of the pan, add the chicken and cook, stirring, until golden, about 5 minutes. Stir in the chipotles and adobo sauce, then stir in the chicken broth. Lower the heat and simmer for 15 minutes, skimming any foam. Stir in the cilantro and lime juice; season with salt and pepper.
Place 2 avocado slices in each of the soup bowls and pour in the soup. Top with the tortilla chips and enjoy.
T-Rex Arms
Many of you may not know that my Jer Bear has short arms and legs and an abnormally long torso. Not like a dwarf (because that would be freaking awesome and y'all would catch me at the LP conventions!) but more like unnoticeably. Like most people can't tell. Like he isn't deformed. Like we only realize it when I can reach things he can't or when shopping for 28" inseam pants.
Anyway, early into our friendship Jer Bear made a joke about his T-Rex arms. I have not a clue what it was about but I rolled with laughter (I love a self-aware person like my fat self). He tried to explain and I argued that he was not deformed so that lead to some arm measuring, more laughter, leg measuring (ok, we were bored and broke... its what you do) and even more laughing. He was right. He is tall but those little arms are shorter than mine!
I forgot about the T-Rex arms until last Christmas Eve when we went to take the pajama picture below. My brother, Ryan (left), is about 1/2" taller than Jeremy. After Ryan saw the first draft of the pic he shouted out 'Dang Torso, can you maybe slouch a little so I don't look so short?' Can you believe the pic below is Jer Bear slightly slouching so Ryan doesn't look so short? Kinda worked. I'm guessing the actual difference is about 6". Still makes us laugh all the time.
I found this funny picture on Pinterest this week and showed it to Jer Bear. Now he started randomly holding his wee arms out and saying he loved me 'this much'. At work. At the store. At home. Before we fall asleep. Everywhere. To that I always reply 'thats not that much' and we both laugh. We may be weird but we know how to laugh at each other.
Julie-palooza, The Final Episode (this trip)
Julie leaves today. By now we should be freshly inked, adequately exhausted, blackmail photoed, maybe ex-cons, with a rekindled sisterly-bond only the two of us can understand.
While I was looking for a good pic for the blog today I came across about three dozen questionable ones from one hell of a sendoff week party we had when Julie left us to go back to St. Louis. Or maybe it was the after-party of that party. Or even the way-after-party. Either way, the below picture is the only safe one in the bunch so please enjoy... I know we sure did.
Julie-palooza Part 4
You didn't think I would forget Glitter Graphic Sunday, did you? Had to search long and hard for this one! Jeremy leaves on his first official big-boy-work-duty trip today. To Orlando. I'll try to feel sorry for him since he is staying on Disney property. That will be rough. Anyway, to work on forgetting about it, Julie and I are headed to the Pumpkin Patch in Porter, OK. We have a Groupon that covered two admissions, two hay rides and $10 credit to the farmers market for the low, low price of $8. LOVE a good deal.
I haven't been to a patch in about 15 years but I'm determined to have as much fun as it looks like everyone else is in all the Facebook pics. I don't need kids to jump on the pile of pumpkins and take pics, I have Julie. Here is to the kick off of fall and what will surely be one bitchin' day.
Julie-palooza Part 3
Remember a few weeks ago when I said get off your butt and go get some of the best pizza of your life? Well I'm taking my own advice and Jer will be chauffeuring Julie and I to Sam & Ella's Pizza today. I haven't picked out my exact flavor yet but I can say it will be swimming in cheese. Please excuse my nail polish in the above picture. Also, excuse the plaid shorts you can't see. Trust me, both are equally visually assaulting.
After a cheese-coma we're heading by Ropp's bakery for some delicious dessert and then tonight is the TU vs. UNT football game. Woohoo! While Julie is more of the baseball type (Go Cards!), we have been known to enjoy an alternate sporting event every once in a while.
Man I miss those sunglasses.
