My life is procrastination

What to do...

A) Start my 8 page research paper that is due tomorrow.

B) Clean the house, do the dishes, make the bed, and actually be productive somehow.

C) Plan dinner because my husband eats waaaay more than I ever anticipate.

D) Goof off on Pinterest looking at adorable and delicious things that I hope to actually make someday.

Yup, I thought D was the best option too.

Wedding Pics!! Here's a few

 

                                         

Pictures

I swear that I'm going to get the pictures from the wedding up...as soon as I get them.

I'm giving it until Tuesday until I start being bridezilla. 6 weeks is long enough don't ya think?!

Cooking fail.

So... I pretty much fail at being a housewife. 

In the first 6 weeks of being married, not only have I made Dee eat overly pink meatloaf and undercooked veggies and many other cooking fiascoes...but I washed our pizza stone with soap. I learned only afterwards that this is a biiiiig NO NO. But we went along with it hoping that a few days of it drying out and all would be good. Welp, we were wrong. We used the stone and our pizza tasted like Dawn. Super gross. So not only did I have to relive the fact that I ruined the stone...but I ruined yet ANOTHER meal. Seriously I don't know how people ever learn how to cook. Plus meal planning is ridiculously hard. We never know when we are going to be home for dinner and if I'll even have time to make something. And I am seriously flustered at how much money stinkin' groceries cost!! Ridiculous. 

Lucky for me, I have a sweet husband who will still eat anything that I put in front of him...well except the dish soap pizza. But he is so patient with my VERY slow cooking progression. Who knew that feeding ourselves would be the hardest part of being married for me. I guess there are worse things.

All you need is love

Here's a little about the things I love

I love...my husband. Coming home. Hugs.The beach. Playing in the rain. Flip flops. Sweatpants. Country. Lacrosse. Lemonade pie. Lonestar. Finding treasures in the sand. The first snowfall. Hoodies. Bracelets. Mud Pie. Chapstick. Sunset. Family. Skydiving. Puddles. Quotes. Cafe Rio. Temples. Rings. Giggling. Sour punch straws. Swimsuits. The Ranch. Love. Smiling. Stick shifts. Watching my man play hockey. Back rubs. Independence. Aviators. Gum. Warm rain. Showers. Intelligent people. Baking. Kisses. Pillow talk. Spontenaity. Fall leaves. Dancing. Pretty flowers. Out of the blue texts. Best friends who care. Bubbley water. The spirit. Babies. Taking walks. Boating. Laughing to the point of tears. Juice. Running errands. Summer. Smooth legs. Catching up with old friends. Being married. Getting mail. Praying. Mexican food. Love notes. Being tan. Painted nails. Old pictures. Peanut butter. Snuggling. Music. Sunburns. Dr Pepper. Barefeet. Pizza. Writing. Hammocks. Bubbley water. Camping. Ice. Swimming. Rainbows. Apple beer. Feel good fabric. Windows down. Getting snowed in. Adventures. Grocery shopping. Hopeless romantics. Getting dolled up sometimes. No lines at theme parks. Matt. Reading. Watching clouds. Patriotism. Forgiving. Ice cream. Chick flicks. Learning something new. Rivers. Long Naps. God. Chai. Riding horses. Cuddling up in a cold bed. Kids. Fuzzy socks. Pillows. Puppies. Jet skis. Crafts. Road trips. Forehead kisses. My mom. Good conversation. Crying with all my heart. Memories. Oreos. Watching football all day. Jamba juice. Cinnamon Bears. Patience. Eyes. Bonfires. French fries. Taking trips. Lake Powell. Daydreaming. Nicholas Sparks. Driving. Passion. Apple cider. Fruit. Sleepovers. Stary nights. Healthy and happy relationships. Making wishes. Edamame. Falling in love every day. The calm moment late at night when the snow is falling and the only light comes from a street lamp and you listen so hard but all you can hear is silence. Learning. Trucks. The ocean. Sitting by the fire. Holidays. My daddy. Thinking. Motorcycles. Swings. Singing to the radio. Happiness. Soft blankets. Playing. Making new friends. Life. Love.