The Krew Loves Yew

Winter sickness is back in our house, luckily only affecting me, but you better believe I am fighting back with a strong vengeance. No messing around this time, work, home, straight to bed. I think I put in a good 14 hours of sleep last night. This round is looking more like cold rather than flu, so I do have to say that I'm pretty happy about that. At the moment I'm a little floaty from all of the medicine that I'm on. I don't hate it. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I could do an aerobics class right now and out aerobicize everyone in there. I may drive my coworkers a little nuts today. At least the medicine's working, right?

J.rue swooped right in to save the day and offered to drive me to work. I love it when this boy acts as my chauffeur, so much more fun. He also sweetened the deal by calling in an order for our favorite breakfast sandwich from Gandolfos. Enter "the krew" Yes, it's actually spelled with a 'K', at least that's what the paper it was wrapped in said.

This sandwich is celestial kingdom status, really and truly. We will all be allowed to partake of it's gloriousness up there. I've prayed about it and found it to be true.

Look at that cheesy, bacony, sausagey, eggy goodness piled onto a kaiser roll. If you're not drooling you may need to go and have your salivary glands checked. Just sayin'. On a slightly but not completely unrelated note; last night before I bit the dust I watched GCB. You bet I did. Did I like it? More like love it. I plan on modeling my life after K.Cheoweth.

Why oh why do I have such a strong draw to ridiculously deep and moving TV programs. It's a gift and a curse.

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Go get your tiny tushes logged onto Hulu and take a peek. You know you wanna. 

New Rule: Chelsea is not allowed to write a post until said post has a TITLE

I'm a superstitious lady. I am a strong believer that good or bad weekends have precursors. Please no one tell me that I decided me own happiness because you have no control when the Universe has spoken, and I stand by that. This, my friends, is how I knew that I was destined for a good weekend when my commute home on a Friday evening looked like this:

Oh and that my hair looked like this -- because any hair that looks that put together on a Friday afternoon is always a predictor of good things to come :

Friday night we had some very best ward friends over. I'm still sad that I didn't have the sense to pull out the camera. We chatted, learned how to play Monopoly card style -- which is SO much more fun than the actual game -- I can't emphasize that enough -- and added in some Skipbo, cookies, and xbox for the boys. I have to say it was a success. Well, except for the fact that it takes j.rue and I about 13.5 times longer than the average person to learn how to play said Monopoly. We're those people. But, they did sit by us in sacrament, so we must not have driven them too bonkers.

Saturday night we had some new ward Friends over to do pretty much the same thing: chat, eat food, play games. Can you tell we like chatting, food, and games? If you do too, you're welcome to our home anytime--really. I was a little better this time and captured a tiny bit of the evening thru the eyes of my trusty phone camera.

This night involved fruit pizza, chocolate pretzels, lemon bars {thank you thank you thank you!}, and this delicious feta dip -- my first pinterest recipe, actually -- There was a rousing game of Uno followed by Cranium, a nice ice breaker if you ask me. We had a blasty-blast and quickly decided that we needed to get together on a more regular basis. 

We squeezed in one last night of entertaining Sunday. James and Melinda {the BIL and SIL}came up -- with Brookie in tow -- for dinner. We had some surprisingly good Hawiian {remember that word for later!} burgers and fries. J.rue was the grill master for the evening and didn't disappoint in anyway. The rest of the in-laws headed over after dinner for lots of chatting, can ya tell we do a lot of that around here?

Of course, Brookie was the main attraction and we couldn't help but oooh, and awww over just about everything she did. I guess that's what happens when you have such an adorable baby in the family. I mean, look at that face. Am I right?

After everyone left for the night I was left with an exhausted hus and two pooped puppies. I didn't mind though, because, as my universe had warned me during my Friday evening commute, it was a fantastic weekend. Good food, good friends, good fun. The weekend was so good to us, in fact, that it left me with one last gem before leaving for the week:

In case you were wondering, that black fluffy thing between his legs is Maggie and yes, his hands are in his pockets, lights are on, and music is playing. J.rue is quite the sleep champion if you ask me. Quite.

P.S. speaking of the universe speaking to me, I forgot my make-up today {which I apply at work, yes I do} I'm hoping this isn't a bad week omen. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

blue and white brings me delight

You know when you see an article of clothing that you instantly fall in love with, like fall hard and know that you are destined to be together? And then you wonder, why do I love this so much? It's not really in my style realm...well except for the fact that is has stripes and is from j.crew. It's not that amazing {except it kind of is}. Then you obsess over it until you decide that it is fate that you spend the summer together.


Well, I finally figured out what to buy with my V-Day present from j.rue:

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Hint: it's not the jean shorts.

I also feel that this dress and I should make a union. 

What am I kidding? She's way outta my league.

You want to hear about one last thing that I'm obsessing over? Okay, I'll tell you.

May Books

They're these saweeet customizable notebooks. You pick your cover pattern, monogram, colors, and what you want inside. Am I the only one that thinks this the fantastic news? Probably. You can have plain lines, just dots, monthy or weekly planner pages, meal planner/shopping list, or really anything you can dream up. They design it. The even mentioned exercise tracker. My heart just skipped a beat.

I think I'll start off with the menu planner. And I'm thinking it will look like this:

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{Octagon in gray -- but mine will read "Bon Appetit"}

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Excitedness! {and better organization, which in my case, is always a good thing}

The 29 Photos of February

a very merry leap day to you

Note to self: puppies do not love photo shoots past 10 pm. Look at the un-amused look on Cooper's face.J.rue was gone ballin' it up last night and I got this amazing second wind. It allowed me to stay up until 10:45. Please try not to be jealous of my granny soul.

Apparently, with it being leap day and all, strange and unusual things are supposed to happen. So far, nothing. Hoping for something unusually good and strangely fantastic to happen, maybe to mix things up a little bit. Is that too much for a girl to ask?

As of yesterday, I've totally hit a writers block. Not one single noteworthy thing has happened, nothing to ramble on and on about. Maybe it's because I've actually been sticking to a routine:

wake up
kiss
make-bed
get ready
dash out of house
work, work, work
walk dogs
laundry
exercise
make dinner/lunch for tomorrow
lay out clothes
shower
read
pray
kiss
bed

I am a routine lovah. I feel the most zen when I am in routine, but I am slowly realizing, in my old age of 22, that routines don't leave much room for little wrinkles that make my life interesting. Will I step out of said routine? Probably not, I'm kind of a wuss. Maybe in the summer. I think one becomes allergic to routines in the summer. At least I do.

I will leave you with this one tiny grain of factual food knowledge and then I will try again tomorrow:

My cute friend, Lindsey, made me an afternoon snack to substitute my normal popcorn. It's graham crackers, laughing cow cream cheese (the kind in the little silver paper wedges), and green grapes. I'm not gonna lie, little skeptical at first. Turned out to be ah mazing! And it filled me up. It's a nice combo of crunchy, salty, and sweet. So the fact is that it is delicious. Go make some. Today.

Oh, and I've also been a little superly into Coldplay lately. It's like I just can't help myself. I kind of love it.

Tuesday Thought of the Day

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...mostly because I don't have anything noteworthy to talk to you about today.

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This was taken about 4:08 p.m. last Friday afternoon. I was so ready to kiss the week goodbye. You can only hear so many students cry {especially on a Friday afternoon} before your brain just shuts down. Other people really can be draining.

This weekend {plus a day} was most exactly what the doctor ordered. Some nights when I drive home after being at work for 9 hours {10 if I include my lunch, which isn't taken as often as I'd like} I wonder to myself, "self, why do you do this to yourself. you're much to sleepy to work that long every day?" Then I remember, "oh yeah, so I get that extra, most glorious day off, every other week." I work 9 nines for those 2 glorious Monday or Friday off every month. It's so worth it.

I love that I am still on weekend. So far, weekend has included:

-awesome hang out with awesome ladies. I really do just love them to pieces.
-The Dryer Debacle of 2012, I don't really want to talk about it.
-Lots of alone time with j.rue. I loved this because sometimes, it just doesn't happen as often as it should.
-Today: who cares! I'm still on weekend!

p.s. is it sad that I just finished Downton Series 2, and I started over at series 1 yesterday...plus ordered them both from my boyfriend, Amazon?

Naw.

Tale As Old As Time

Last night j.rue and I went to Clearfield High's production of Beauty and the Beast. Our cute sister, Tori, was in the ensemble and played a mean plate and adorable village girl. The songs were awesome and the costumes were fantastic!  We loved every second.

I'm so glad that we live close enough to both of our families to go to things like plays, basketball games, and graduations. We're definitely taking advantage because we know it won't be this way forever. Which makes me sad to think about, so that's enough about that.

I had waaaay more pictures from last night, but I took them on j.rue's phone, emailed them to myself, and then deleted them {because he's strict like that}. This morning, when I went to open them I had 2. TWO!!! I'm pretty sure I sent myself about 10. Epic fail. Sad eyes.

On a totally unrelated note; I ordered this Jillian Michaels ripped abs DVD, mostly because I was $9.99 away from free shipping. It kind of makes me want to cry. Way to go Jillian!

One last totally unrelated note: I've been having a reoccurring dream about this crazy huge maze-like mall for the past 3 nights. The last two nights, the power has gone out and I get superly lost and walk thru a deserted Hollister and then lady from Victoria's Secret finds me and directs me to a mall...concierge? who is a tiny old lady that quotes scripture and talks about seeds and ceramic pots. She is also wearing a red sweater vest with white kitties.

Does this mean anything to anyone? 

Insights would be appreciated.

Lunching

I go out for lunch a lot, probably too much, but it has introduced me to some delicious local places. My most favorite right now has to be Pinon. Everything is made to order, homemade, and chopped daily. Their bread is to die for. Really, I would die for it. It's a little bit crusted on the outside and perfectly pillowly soft on the inside. And don't get me started on the pesto mayo. Oooooh the pesto mayo If you're not a mayo person, you will at least be a pesto mayo person after you try one of their sandwiches. If you are one of those that stresses about those little critters called calories then leave off the cheese {they charge $1.00 extra for it anyway} Let the mayo take it's place! At least your not eating both cheese and mayo at the same time right?

Have you ever had anyone every give you permission to sub mayo for anything? I bet not. You're welcome.

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My all time favorite is the oven roasted turkey {on wheat}, but their risotto is good, oh and so are their sugar cookies, and fruit tarts. Actually, you just really can't go wrong. It's that kind of place. They also have a special "date-night" menu for Fridays. I think j.rue and I will surely be checking that out very soon.

Next time you are in SLC and hankering for a good well,  anything:

Pinon Market & Cafe

2045 E 1300 S

open Mon.-Sat. 7-7

Tiny Closet Love

Last night we ventured out to Famous Dave's for some dinner, they had a buy one get one free deal so the wait was FOREVER. We are not one's to pass up a deal, so we put our names on the list and ran over to Old Navy, where I scored $19 jeans. Holla! The sales boy took it upon himself to explain the different fit of every pair of jeans in.the.whole. store. We loved it when he got to describing the hip area because he would awkwardly pause and for lack of better phrase and say that the Diva had a "roomier butt" or the sweetheart had a "smaller butt space." Funny thing was that we never asked about the different kinds. He just walked up, started twirling his slightly off the the right rat tail and dove right in to his colorful and very descriptive spiel. We were thoroughly entertained, especially j.rue. After, we headed back to Dave's, were seated, and waited another 50 minutes for food. It made us sad/kissey faced.

Anywho...remember how I said I was going to write a whole post about my closet? Well it's not going to be very much. I was just a little excited about this idea that I saw on pinterest. Is it sad that I have over 1,000 pins on my board and this is the only idea I've brought to life? Kind of yes, but this is a good one! 

What you do is hang up your hangers the opposite way {facing you}. Then, after you wear that shirt/skirt/sweater you hang it back up and put it the normal way {away from you} After 6 months, 12 months, or whatever suits your fancy, get rid of all of the clothes that are on hangers still hanging the opposite way. Genius, yes? As you can see, I will not be getting rid of my black shirt with tan polka dots anytime soon. The rest of you, BEWARE. I think I'll do 12 months for the year round clothes and give my chilly weather clothes until it warms up in May/June/July {it's a gamble in Utah}. Less to pack away and haul out again. I took the liberty, with it being my closet and all, to pull out shirts that I know I haven't worn in at least 2 years. I pulled 10 shirts and 2 bags. It's like my closet lost 15 lbs. {it has such a tiny frame} 

I swear I'm pre-hoarder status with clothes. It's almost like tearing out a tiny piece of my soul when I get rid of something. Because, you know, I might need it for...well you never know. I've also noticed that it's allowed me to see everything I have, everything I haven't worn, and give me ideas for new outfit combos. Oh organization, how you give me butterflies. This was my finished product. I'm quite the proud mama. {see how petite she is? Closet space is not our house's strong suite}:

I do have some skirts and dresses too, they're just in ANOTHER tiny closet next door in the circus room {do you remember the circus room? Another day}. Oh, and have I ever mentioned that my tiny closet is also located in the basement? J.rue called the one in our actual bedroom when we moved in. Sucker. His is about 1/3 of mine.

I think I shall spend the day dreaming of bigger closet space...

LAST THING: If you are a Cougar Town watcher...if you're not you should be...have you ever noticed that they put tiny snarkey subtitles about the actual "cougar Town" title? They do, and I love it. I'm so glad my friends are back.

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