"You Want A Husband So Bad."

Oh Henry.

You don't even realize how fortunate you are that I have learned control over my words so I don't verbally assault you when you say things like this to me. The sentence doesn't really sound bad, it's more of how you say it all condescending like. But I let it slide because I don't think you realize how rude you are being. And I can't be bothered to raise you right.

Anyway, Yes. I want a husband. Is that a bad thing?  I don't want to get married just to be married, but I want to be married to someone that I love and want to grow a life and family with.

I'm 25. So this is not a crazy age to be getting married at. Kara told me that I should move to Seattle with her because she has tons of unmarried friends, and everyone tends to get married when they are older so then I won't feel pressured to be married.

Although I appreciate Kara's suggestion, I must say that I don't feel pressured to be married. My mom never says anything other than it'll happen when it should and not to settle. Then she throws in the bit about how she waited 20 years (or something like that) to find Sam. Nice sentiment since she's so happy, but I don't really want to wait another 20 years...I think I cried the first time she told me that as motivation. And although she never says anything I do feel that she would probably appreciate grandkids. But married or not, I'm not quite ready for the kid part anyway.

My dad is more than supportive of my lack of marriage and prospects. He tells me that I'm young and don't need to worry about even dating until I'm well into my 30s. I think not having to pay for a wedding might be what motivates his view. If he wants to make me a stay at home daughter, pay for my bills, and give me allowance, then I'd be more than happy to never marry and move in with him!

Henry has made a few comments about me and marriage. The first one that actually made me call my mom crying was "You are so desperate to be married."

I was so caught off guard by it that I didn't even say anything back. Knowing what I do about him, I really don't think he realizes how offensive his word choice was, so I didn't hold it against him for more than a few days.

But that word desperatestuck with me.

I don't feel that it describes my desire for marriage at all. If I were desperate then I'd probably be putting more effort into it. Like any effort at all. On a scale of crazy cat lady to together forever, I'd say I'm giving crazy cat lady effort.

In the last almost year and a half I've only gone on dates with two different people. And that? Is what I call not trying.

What do you think about marriage? Am I crazy for wanting that? Does it make me desperate?

Do you too think Henry should STFU?

Awesome & Awkward Friday

Today I'm linking up with Lauren @ From My Grey Desk.

Awesome

• B watching me attempt to eat ice cream with chop sticks. 

• Bought tickets for The Dark Knight Rises! Opening day, not the midnight showing...I know I'd fall asleep.
• Going to see this tonight! I love Channing Tatum since 'She's The Man.' And he's such an excelent dancer! I may even rent Step Up this weekend!
• This Song:

Awkward

• Watching someone intentionally press the 'close' button on the elevator after you just pushed the open and they see you coming. Yeah, thanks for that. Rude!
• B watching me attempt to eat ice cream with chop sticks.
• Chris Martin messing up on three different songs, "Please don't put this on youTube. It'll ruin our reputation for professionalism."

What are some awesome & awkward moments from your week?

That Time I Fell Asleep In BodyFlow

Sunday I started my day with a nice run followed with some stationary bike then bodyflow. Bodyflow is a mix of thai chi (pass), pilates, and yoga. I think it's very beneficial because it forces me to work on balance and gives me more stretches to work on flexibility.

Sundays are pretty slow at the gym so the class consisted of Katie (the teacher), Stacy, and me. Nice. It's almost like a private lesson! I broke form on the balance portion, and Katie couldn't help but laugh. I really think it was my facial expressions that made it extra funny. But I do try so hard! During the meditation portion I feel asleep and even managed to have a dream. haha. So when I heard Katie talking again about sitting up slowly, I popped up pretty fast because I was a little confused! She then repeated how we can get up slowly and at our own pace. After class I told her about how I feel asleep, and she laughed.

After I got cleaned up I headed over to the mall with Jess for swim suite and bra shopping! Yay.

I had her take me to Gilly Hicks because she loves their bras, but I was overwhelmed when I went by myself. Know how I know I'm getting old? I'm overwhelmed by the darkness and loud music in Gilly. She was right about the bras. I found a few that felt pretty good and at a nice price. One was even a surprise half off so I got it for $20. daannnggg.

I learned a few things in that store. 1. I have a little too much junk in my trunk so I passed on the Gilly swimmies since I didn't really want my crack out. 2. my rear isn't symmetrical. How have I not noticed this before? Is this a new development? Apparently one of sides is dominating during my weight workouts. Not cool, that should be a team effort.

S couldn't pass up on a day of shopping with us, so he met us at Gilly. He seemed as frightened from the maze like store as I was.

We hit up a few more shops then had a late lunch at Daily Grill.I had never been there before so Jes said we must go because they have the best rosemary fries. I was sold on that!

Guess what they didn't have? Rosemary fries. It wasn't even on the menu! haha. Luckily they had delicious bread and good quesadillas.

We parted ways after that, and I hit up a few more shops before heading home.

On the way home I called my mom to catch her up on my weekend activities. In the middle of the convo she told me to hold on because Marshall needed something, then she handed him the phone. We were both confused. He was trying to show his latest beat box recording (he's pretty good) but she handed him the phone instead. He forwarded the recording to me and it's pretty good! Too bad I can't figure out how to get it off of my phone and onto this.


Have you ever fallen asleep during the meditation part of yoga?

Does your mom ever force your siblings to talk to you the way my mom does?

JesJes Bakes

Pretty typical start to my Saturday: Running and body pump.

After getting cleaned up I headed over to Jess' house for our first attempt at Macarons.

Let me back track for a sec. Last week I picked up some macarons at the farmer's market. When Laura saw that they were $2 each she said that I should just learn to make them. The guy working the booth told us it was pretty much impossible. Umm...hello, sir? Have you met me? My name is Jessica, and I spend time cooking and baking every week, so I'm not a complete ameature. (The use of that word just gave me a high school flashback when Ian would tell us every day in theater arts to "Stop being such an aneature.") Thanks. I had already been planning on trying them out, but that basically lit the fire. Please don't tell me that I can't do something, because I'll do it, and better than you.

Moving on....I had spent a lot of time looking for an adequate recipe and gathering tips on how to get these precious babies to come out right. Honestly, I was a little freaked out because many people were saying that it's nearly impossible to get them to turn out the first couple of times as there are so many things that can mess them up:

• the climate can't be too humid - eff. I live in Houston
• the kitchen can't be too hot - effff. I still live in Houston
• mix it - not too much or too little
• fold it - but don't loose too much air
• punch it - wait? isn't this going to knock out the air?

I decided on this recipe. The whole process went pretty well. It took longer than necessary because I kept checking and rechecking the recipe so I wouldn't make any mistakes. Even with all of the double checks, I still managed to put in 1tbs of vanilla extract instead of 1 tsp. I almost flipped shit when I noticed that! Who knows how much that will effect them and in what way!

Jess was so kind to let me take over her kitchen and stand mixer (and for using some of your pictures!). I really don't think I would have had the patience without it! I might gift myself that for my bday.

While we waited for them to bake we opened some wine (good thing we didn't do this before other wise I would have made more mistakes I'm sure!) and I started on the filling. Well, I totally botched that. I was nervous of over cooking it, and it seemed puding like...until I realized that I don't know what the consistency of pudding is because I don't ever eat it. Yeah, it ended up just being a runny soppy mess.

We took out the macaroons and when I started removing them (after a cooling period) they were too mushy on the inside. I started freaking out and may have been a little rough with the cookie sheet (I hope Jes didn't notice as I started to rage). I calmed down, and popped them in the oven for a little longer and that basically fixed it.

Steven came home from a long day of golfing as we were ready to put in the last batch. Jess and I decided to get preserves to fill them with since I botched the other filling and couldn't be bothered to remake it. I set the timer and asked S to remove when they were done. When we got back, we were welcomed by some very golden macaron pieces. S said they didn't seem done so he left them in longer. I think he just forgot.

I stopped being a bakezilla and let Jess help me sandwich them with the strawbery and raspbery preserves. We decided that the strawberry flavor was crap, so switched to all raspberry. Yum! We had a few, then put them in the fridge and retired to the couch for a Girls marathon while S grilled up some dinner.

We had the most delicious steak kabobs and corn on the cob. He is the best hubs ever! After dinner we ate the majority of the macaroons. They were just so good I didn't want to stop!

In A Pickle - Friendship Killer

After 3 long months, I finally made my way back out to Kari and Romero's house. It was extra fun because Jessica V was there, and so were Cole, Brittany, and Emma.

The boys tended to the grill while I multi tasked making brownies and eating the guac that Jessica made. Super delish!

After dinner we played some games that I had never even heard of.

Imagineiff was pretty fun. When it's your turn you roll the dice and move the piece on the outside circle (names) x amount of spaces. Then you draw a card. Put the two together: (for ex) Imagine if Jessica was a musical, which would she be? Then it gives you six multiple choice options. The players have 6 cards, each with a number (1-6) on it. Once everyone chooses which they think is most accurate everyone reveals their card selection. If you chose the same option as another player, then you both move one space. So it doesn't really matter what I say I would want to do, it's all about what everyone else thinks.

The next game was a whole other story.

I will say this first: I am very competitive, so I tend to only play things that I think I will win, or that have a clear path to success. I can be a gracious loser, but I won't play something if I don't even stand a chance, like literally can't get any points. For instance, Taboo. I understand how to play, I just suck at it at such a level that you wouldn't even think is possible. I can now add a new game to things I will never play: In a Pickle.

I hate that game. If the Devil were a game, he'd be that one. It's the kind of game where you have to defend your reasoning for placing a card, and you can be told it's not good enough. Which is stupid. But what was most irritating is that the players didn't seem to understand the rules. I know everyone had a few beers, so I'm going to say that I blame it on that instead of pure stupidity. But it's extra irritating playing a game that should have never been created when the players aren't even playing right. I def had a few outbursts. To prove that they didn't understand, I would play cards incorrectly and they would agree that it was correct! Pretty sure Cole and I were the only people that understood the rules. I think the only time Britt has seen this cray cray side of me is when we played C+D in HP Scene It? and they cheated their way to victory. I was livid!

Once that cruel form of torture was over I headed home since it was past eleven.

It was really good to hang out, but if that game is ever pulled out again, I will literally walk out.