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So here’s the text message that I got from Lisa at 8:29 a.m. this morning.
“Is today cory & yours anniversary? Any plans?”
Yep, I forgot our anniversary.
Five summers ago, Cory asked me out to a game of pool with some friends. We started hanging out together pretty often. Then one night (5 years ago) we ended up on a date just the two of us. A week later, Mike asked me to come out for Cory’s birthday and that is when we “started dating.” We have been together since then. The last five years have flown by! Cory and I have definitely had our ups and downs! We both have worked on not taking our relationship for granted, making the other person laugh, and always being available for Emma cat to sit on!
As cheesy as it is to say… I just can’t imagine my life with out you, Cory. Thanks for being such an important part of my life! I LOVE YOU!
for helping the US economy out.
Some of the Terry Prachet books that I have read.
Moving Pictures
Interesting Times
The Fifth Elephant
Carpe Jugulum
Making Money
Wyrd Sisters
Maskerade
Monstrous Regiement
Thud!
Hogfather
Night Watch
Reaper Man
Pyramids
Witches Abroad
Men at Arms
Small Gods
I made plans to have lunch with my friend, Kelsie on Friday. We decided to eat at this great local restaurant (one of the only non-chain restaurants around). Kelsie called and asked if her partner, Dom could come along? Of course, so I got to catch up with both of them. It was fun seeing them.
I know. I know extremely corny pun for the title of this post.
Just wanted to let people know that our first batch of salsa is done. We roughly used the salsa recipe from www. Here is a photo with the salsa that Cory made.
The jar was just out of the water bath and extremey hot.
I wish there was still time for naps in our lives as adults. The clock says its 4pm and I can barely keep my eyes open. I am having a coffee break and hoping that the caffeine will help me stay awake for the rest of my shift.
Cory brought home 15 pounds of tomatoes from Yakima on Sunday. We have been talking about making our own salsa and canning it. (Lisa is the one who started us on this adventure. She gave us a jar of her salsa, which was yummy.)
Cory peeled all of the tomatoes last night and chopped up all the ingredients. He also had time to play two games of soccer. Tonight, he will make the salsa and can it. My contribution is cleanning our small kitchen and doing prep work for the canning to commence.
Coming back from Portland, Mom and I stopped at New Seasons for dinner. I ate the quinoa salad for lunch today. It was so yummy! I took the photo before I ate the last bite. I need to learn how to make this salad!
When I was 10, I stepped on a slug barefoot and developed a phobia about slugs. For years, I would run from them or avoid places where I knew that slugs may have been present. I had this irrational fear that a slug may chase me down and attack me. Yeah… I know, no one said that it was rational. Well, over the years, I’ve relaxed let down my guard about “being attacked or stalked.” I wouldn’t run screaming, if I saw I slug. I would saunter away after letting out a squeak vs. a scream. That’s all changed after last night…
I picked Cory up from a late night ferry and right before I entered the house I squished a banana slug. It was on our porch and I squished it with my flip flop. Ugh! I ran in the house and screamed bloody murder. Cory looked like he was ready to attack anything that moved but was unsure what to attack. After, I calmed down and told him what happened. I kept shaking my foot because I could feel the sensation of stepping on the slug. He used his super counseling skills and to distract me from my immediate “trauma.” After giving me a hug and taking a few deep breaths; he went outside to clean up the body and clean off my flip-flop. (He’s a great boyfriend.)
I can’t believe after 20 years, I am “re-traumatized” by stepping on a slug. Some phobias, I guess I will never get over.
On an un-related note, I wrote this post in MS Word 2007. Hopefully, everything uploads correctly.
I finally talked Debbie into coming down to Portland and see the stylist who cut my hair for years while I lived in PDX. She was unsure what she was getting herself into but went along for the ride. Here are some photos of the process of getting her new hairstyle.
Discussing the ideas and plan for the haircut and color.
She decided to go with a “dessert” theme. Chocolate Latte for the main color and Warm Carmel for the highlight color.
Shoulder length.
Finishing up the night by hanging out at a coffee shop and talking with my Mom & BFF Lisa.
Then the long drive home.
