Movie Bark

This turned out wayyyy better than I ever could have imagined!

 I love popcorn.

Covered in white chocolate? Yes!

With M&M's? Yes!

With sharp cheddar cheese slices? Yes!

With Reese's Pieces? Must you even ask? YESSSS!

So I figured I'd make a combo of my fave ways to eat it. Obviously cheese didn't make the cut because that would just mix kind of weird.

Movie Bark

1 bag milk chocolate chips
1 bag white chocolate chips
1 cup Reese's Pieces
1 individual sized bag of popcorn (I used Smart Pop buttered)

• Cover a baking sheet with wax paper.
• Melt milk chocolate chips in bowl stopping to stir every 30 seconds until smooth. Pour and spread over wax paper. Pop in the freezer to speed up the hardening process.
• Pop popcorn (follow bag directions) and set aside.
• Melt white chocolate chips in bowl, stopping to stir every 30 sec until smooth. Pour and spread over the hardened milk chocolate layer.
• Sprinkle Reese's Pieces & popcorn over the white chocolate and press down to secure it into the top layer. Pop into the freezer to speed up the hardening process.
• Once the chocolate is set, cut into pieces, and enjoy!

4th of July Weekend

The rest of the weekend was spent:

• on the treadmill for week 1 of 1/2 marathon training.
• Watching the Bling Ring (surprisingly Steve agreed)
• Eating. I think someone possessed my body because I suggested Golden Coral. Seriously, who am I? My dad would always take take us and I hated it. The food wasn't as bad as I remembered...but lets be honest, I was really there for the unlimited dessert bar that included cotton candy! Say what?
• Searching for the best BBQ (with help of Texas Monthly). I'm not a BBQ fan but Steve loved it.
• Museum of Modern Art. I just don't get it. But it was more fun once we started acting as if we were have in depth convos about the pieces - I've mastered the hand motions and facial expressions.
• Had a blast at the Rangers game. Even though the lost.

Six Flags

I have loved roller coasters for as long as I can remember. My favorite memory is from when my family helped me move back to Canyon after my freshman year in college and we made a Six Flags pit stop. Andrew and I rode roller coasters all day long. I'll have to see if I can uncover where I stashed those photos. So naturally, when Steve and I decided to spend the 4th of July weekend in Dallas I suggested we go there.

Turns out that was the worst idea I had all weekend.

While we waited in line for the first roller coaster I had an epiphany that I don't really like to ride them anymore. But I did it, even though I was scared. The first one wasn't sooo bad, so we got in line for the New Texas Giant. Having two hours to ponder over the science of roller coasters, how to survive that massive drop, and convincing myself that I will not die, I got buckled into my seat. And promptly started crying. I had my eyes closed for the majority of the ride that I thought would never end.

Steve was super supportive of my trauma...the way he almost died laughing when he saw the picture from the ride. Lucky for me, he had accidentally shredded his bank card earlier in the day and I refused to buy it.

Even though we had fun, I have come to the conclusion that I hate amusement parks:

• I could die of a heat stroke, despite my avid hydration.
• Waiting in line for about 2 hours for a ride is redic. 
• Roller coasters make me cry 
• I hate rides where you get wet 

On the plus side: I did get rock candy and dots!

Wrap It Up

Since I've waited over a month to finish writing about this...I am resorting to bullet points.

• "Uncle Stevie, did you break up with your other girlfriend?" That was the first thing Steve's nephew said to him when they showed up at his parents house for bday dinner. I would like to note that Steve didn't answer, so if you see him with another girl you have my full permission (and encouragement) to get ratchet. #girlcode
• Steve's mom cooked an enchilada lunch and made delicious chocolate cupcakes for Steve's bday.
• We watched Superman. I am secretly bitter that Tom Welling isn't Superman in the movies. Otherwise, it was alright.
• Pizza Hut for dinner. I love that S let me have it because it's not his fave pizza, but it's mine and I never get it because cheese bread sticks aren't a well rounded meal. Weird, right?
• Sunday breakfast with Lindsey and Orion! He's just the sweetest baby boy ever!

Crazy 8

BabyMarsh + Me

Steve was at a bach party during his bday weekend, so I came down the following weekend for a delayed celebration. Since his mom was already making two bday desserts, and I was traveling, I had to make due with baking brownies and fitting 75% of them into my ziploc container. I even smuggled (ok, it almost got confiscated) icing through security, only to discover S doesn't like icing. What's wrong with him? It's often the best part. I probably should have remembered this because at Lindsey's wedding he only ate the cake and I only ate the icing.

He picked me up from the airport and we headed to Firehouse to meet up with my long lost BFFs that I haven't seen in about 1.5 years: Kayla and Shep.  Steve had a great time listening to girl talk. Actually, I'm pretty sure he blacked out because he didn't seem to remember a lot of what we discussed. 

Thursday was kicked off with a little of this:

Then lunch at a sushi bar & errands with my mom. She borrowed my phone and commented on how I need a better case like hers because she drops it a lot. Yes, please tell me about how you always drop phones as I hand mine over to you. I was nervous, but luckily it was fine. 

On my way into Dalhart I drove by the disc golf course because I figured Dad would be there instead of home. And I was right. He wasn't expecting to see me that day, so he didn't seem to recognize me at first. Then I stopped by the house to see the step brothers and baby Kimberly before heading over to Grandma's for family dinner.

BabyMarsh might need to be upgraded to ManMarsh because he was in charge of the grilling and did an excellent job. (just kidding, he'll always be BabyMarsh to me!)

Once the wind died down we were able to cook up some s'mores (aka my fave part about visiting home). Grandma had the brilliant idea to use cookies instead of graham crackers. Amazing!

The night ended with a funny game of chicken foot with Marsh & Grandma. Turns out grandma can't count to 8. And I had the opportunity to showboat how gracious of a winner I am.