So, funny story.
There is a couple at church that Hod and I quite like. They are just super cute, and we've talked multiple times about getting together. But we never have. Sunday, Hod was talking to the MR about how "We should get together." The MR agreed. And I could just see it happening like it always does. "Hey, lets get together, Yeah, let's..." And then we never do it. So, I poked my head in and said, "You should actually plan something". And they did! We had plans to get together and play games and get to know each other.
6:00 rolls around, I'm thinking about making caramel popcorn to take over, and I turn to Hod and ask, "Dear, can you remind me of their names?" Now to this point, 98% of all conversations with this couple was Hod talking, and I was normally busy doing RS stuff. I think I had been introduced to them once, and I liked them, but I'm bad with names. Hod's response to my question was, "Uh... I'm not sure?" WHAT??? REALLY??? You have GOT to be kidding me! We are going over in one hour and we don't know their names? My mind was racing... do you think they'd notice if we never called them by name? We spent most of the next hour on our Ward's website, but not every couple had pictures, so we couldn't find it by that. Hod started calling friends who may have known, I started calling friends (One who did know her name, but we were still lost on his) and FINALLY we found one person who had records so they knew. And A LOT of people got a really good laugh. It was such a random strange moment. Really, imagine this. You call a friend and the conversation goes like this, "Hey, so we're getting together with this couple tonight... and they looked like this at church, and they are really nice... do you know their names?" So awkward!
The good news is, we went, we knew their names, I don't think I'll ever forget them, and we had a wonderful time. I hope we can be friends. And maybe someday, we will tell them our awkward story.
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The Life of Mr & Mrs Bucket
Hello friends!
I'm back! AND I'm married. Yeah, weird. Today I was able to stand up and introduce myself in my new ward. It was really hard to remember my last name. But married life is good. I highly recommend it. Here's a few highlights:
1. On our wedding night (No, this story isn't going there... who do you think I am???) Hod and I had a hard time adjusting to sleeping with another person. Middle of the night, I was actually kicked out of bed. There was a couch in our room so I ended up there. Hod doesn't remember asking me to move, but I was totally bummed. It got cold, so eventually I made him get over it and I got back in bed. Now we can successfully sleep in the same bed without anyone getting kicked out. Although, apparently I can be quite the aggressive cuddle-er. Hod has learned that when I am sleeping and I want to cuddle, he better watch out :) Oh, and can I just share, one of the best feelings in the WORLD is when you're asleep and then a handsome man rolls over just to put his arm around you and pull you close. Sharing penalty? Hope not, cause I love it!
2. We are all sorts of moved in! We really like our apartment, except for the lack of storage. That is a bummer. But we are figuring it out. We hung up all of our art and we look all sorts of ritzy. The sad part is, we are totally the normal poor newlyweds. But we're happy in our poorness!
3. I have successfully cooked twice for Hod now. This morning I tried and failed. I was making french toast. Not a hard thing to make. But I didn't notice that on my brand new pan there was some plastic around the handle. It melted. And it smelled really bad. And we didn't think it was on the food till Hod started eating. He's sweet and tried to be nice and eat it anyway. I made him stop because I didn't want him to die. I may have ruined a pan. And I'm not happy about it. But it was funny.
4. I'm still looking for a job. I don't really enjoy not having work. Actually, it's driving me crazy! But at least Hod has a job. Some nights he's gone late for work and that totally whomps, but some income is good.
So thats my life. Nothing too exciting to report. But life is good. I love Hod, and I am enjoying my life!!
I'm back! AND I'm married. Yeah, weird. Today I was able to stand up and introduce myself in my new ward. It was really hard to remember my last name. But married life is good. I highly recommend it. Here's a few highlights:
1. On our wedding night (No, this story isn't going there... who do you think I am???) Hod and I had a hard time adjusting to sleeping with another person. Middle of the night, I was actually kicked out of bed. There was a couch in our room so I ended up there. Hod doesn't remember asking me to move, but I was totally bummed. It got cold, so eventually I made him get over it and I got back in bed. Now we can successfully sleep in the same bed without anyone getting kicked out. Although, apparently I can be quite the aggressive cuddle-er. Hod has learned that when I am sleeping and I want to cuddle, he better watch out :) Oh, and can I just share, one of the best feelings in the WORLD is when you're asleep and then a handsome man rolls over just to put his arm around you and pull you close. Sharing penalty? Hope not, cause I love it!
2. We are all sorts of moved in! We really like our apartment, except for the lack of storage. That is a bummer. But we are figuring it out. We hung up all of our art and we look all sorts of ritzy. The sad part is, we are totally the normal poor newlyweds. But we're happy in our poorness!
3. I have successfully cooked twice for Hod now. This morning I tried and failed. I was making french toast. Not a hard thing to make. But I didn't notice that on my brand new pan there was some plastic around the handle. It melted. And it smelled really bad. And we didn't think it was on the food till Hod started eating. He's sweet and tried to be nice and eat it anyway. I made him stop because I didn't want him to die. I may have ruined a pan. And I'm not happy about it. But it was funny.
4. I'm still looking for a job. I don't really enjoy not having work. Actually, it's driving me crazy! But at least Hod has a job. Some nights he's gone late for work and that totally whomps, but some income is good.
So thats my life. Nothing too exciting to report. But life is good. I love Hod, and I am enjoying my life!!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Battle to Conquer the Kitchen
I love raspberry jam. It's SO good. Growing up, my mother would make it. MMMM Yeah, it really is that good. I don't mind freezer jam, but the real "I was cooked" kind of jam totally rocks my knee-highs. About 2 years ago, I made jam for the first time with Mom. She has skills. It was SO much easier than I ever thought it would be.
Well... Saturday, I'm going up to spend Christmas-ish time with Scuttle and his family. I'm meeting his parents for the first time. Ok, we Skype'd once, but that doesn't really count to me. I was trying to figure out if I should get something for Scuttle's parents and siblings, and I just wasn't sure. Then the thought came to me: Jam. I can make jam. That's something you make for your neighbors, so it's nothing too big. Just something nice to say, "Hey, I thought of you, but this is non-committal so if you didn't think of me, you don't have to feel bad at all, but if you did think of me, now I don't have to feel bad". (Who knew one jar of jam could say so much?)
I got my supplies, and decided today was the day. I'm making jam. I called Laree, got a little bit of advice, (Mom didn't answer her phone.) and started! So, here's the deal. I have issues. I filched the raspberries from my parent's house. As they thawed, all of the juice came out. Really, almost all of it. But, I figured that out. I just added a lot of the juice back in when I put the berries in the blender... We don't have a blender. But L7 said something about a blender... OH! Smoothie maker. That should do. Whew. One problem averted. I measured out the sugar, and then measured out the berries... and I had too many. Good news, I bought two boxes of Pectin, so I could do extra. Let's one and a half the recipe. But how do I know how much pectin to use? Oh, I got it. I measured how much pectin was in one box. Then just halved that. I'm brilliant!
Because I know raspberry juice stains, I put on a grubby shirt, pulled all of my pre-measured bowls close (it was like I was on a cooking show) turned up the tunes and got to cooking! Oh, and pulled out all of my freshly washed and sanitized jars. I was SO ready!
I turned on the burner, and started stirring. And stirring. And stirring. My arms were aching, but I persisted. And then it started to boil. And splatter. But the directions said you had to wait for a "rolling boil". I don't really know what that means, but I kept going. A lot of dancing ensued as I tried to dodge all of the splatters. Luckily, I was home alone, because anyone here would have heard me. "Oh no! That's a big one! OH MAN THAT ONE HURT! OW! OW! OH DEAR! This is no fun. BLAST! There's another one! Get it off, it hurts, it hurts!" You know, little things like that. All I can think at this point is how in the world does Mom do this so gracefully?
I quickly added the sugar, the jam turned the right color (that's a good sign) and I stirred some more. Let me give all of you some advice. Don't one and a half a batch of jam, cause you will be stirring for ETERNITY! After the "rolling boil" came back I had to stir it for exactly 4 minutes. Once again, I started the splatter dance. Good gravy! No good. And no matter where I went, my arms weren't long enough to avoid it.
OK, 4 minutes up. Now to pour the jam into the bottles. OH BLAST! I don't have a funnel. Ok, bust out my mad pouring skills... where's the ladle... I don't have a ladle! Alright, this half cup measuring cup will have to do. Mad scooping, trying to put on the lids that I had in boiling hot water, more yelping of the burning pains cause I'm dealing with more hot stuff, flipping the jars upside down, more burning.... and DONE!
OHHH no! Too much jam. I don't have any more bottles.... uh... uh... well, there's a Pyrex baking dish... i guess I could put it all in there.... NO, no, that's a bad idea... uh... OH, there we go! The remains went into the can that held the sugar. I now have about 1/3 of a large can full of jam... that's going to take up a lot of room in the fridge... sorry roomies!
Now, lets look at my kitchen... I totally should have taken a picture. I have a dirty blender, 2 massive dirty pots, and splatters.... ALL over the stove, all over the bread that is next to the stove, all over the cupboards around the stove, all over the floor, and my socks. That jam has some mad splatter skills. I think that one made it at least 4 ft! I should enter this stuff in an Olympic event! Do you think if I lobby enough I can get them to add in a Jam Splattering competition? It's close to the trampoline... right?
I'm not too worse for the wear. I probably have about 10 new burns on my hands. But the good news is, I totally did it. The jam is setting up. And it tastes good. Look out Martha Stewart. I am SO coming for you. And I think my show would be more fun. You don't do the splatter dance nearly enough.
Well... Saturday, I'm going up to spend Christmas-ish time with Scuttle and his family. I'm meeting his parents for the first time. Ok, we Skype'd once, but that doesn't really count to me. I was trying to figure out if I should get something for Scuttle's parents and siblings, and I just wasn't sure. Then the thought came to me: Jam. I can make jam. That's something you make for your neighbors, so it's nothing too big. Just something nice to say, "Hey, I thought of you, but this is non-committal so if you didn't think of me, you don't have to feel bad at all, but if you did think of me, now I don't have to feel bad". (Who knew one jar of jam could say so much?)
I got my supplies, and decided today was the day. I'm making jam. I called Laree, got a little bit of advice, (Mom didn't answer her phone.) and started! So, here's the deal. I have issues. I filched the raspberries from my parent's house. As they thawed, all of the juice came out. Really, almost all of it. But, I figured that out. I just added a lot of the juice back in when I put the berries in the blender... We don't have a blender. But L7 said something about a blender... OH! Smoothie maker. That should do. Whew. One problem averted. I measured out the sugar, and then measured out the berries... and I had too many. Good news, I bought two boxes of Pectin, so I could do extra. Let's one and a half the recipe. But how do I know how much pectin to use? Oh, I got it. I measured how much pectin was in one box. Then just halved that. I'm brilliant!
Because I know raspberry juice stains, I put on a grubby shirt, pulled all of my pre-measured bowls close (it was like I was on a cooking show) turned up the tunes and got to cooking! Oh, and pulled out all of my freshly washed and sanitized jars. I was SO ready!
I turned on the burner, and started stirring. And stirring. And stirring. My arms were aching, but I persisted. And then it started to boil. And splatter. But the directions said you had to wait for a "rolling boil". I don't really know what that means, but I kept going. A lot of dancing ensued as I tried to dodge all of the splatters. Luckily, I was home alone, because anyone here would have heard me. "Oh no! That's a big one! OH MAN THAT ONE HURT! OW! OW! OH DEAR! This is no fun. BLAST! There's another one! Get it off, it hurts, it hurts!" You know, little things like that. All I can think at this point is how in the world does Mom do this so gracefully?
I quickly added the sugar, the jam turned the right color (that's a good sign) and I stirred some more. Let me give all of you some advice. Don't one and a half a batch of jam, cause you will be stirring for ETERNITY! After the "rolling boil" came back I had to stir it for exactly 4 minutes. Once again, I started the splatter dance. Good gravy! No good. And no matter where I went, my arms weren't long enough to avoid it.
OK, 4 minutes up. Now to pour the jam into the bottles. OH BLAST! I don't have a funnel. Ok, bust out my mad pouring skills... where's the ladle... I don't have a ladle! Alright, this half cup measuring cup will have to do. Mad scooping, trying to put on the lids that I had in boiling hot water, more yelping of the burning pains cause I'm dealing with more hot stuff, flipping the jars upside down, more burning.... and DONE!
OHHH no! Too much jam. I don't have any more bottles.... uh... uh... well, there's a Pyrex baking dish... i guess I could put it all in there.... NO, no, that's a bad idea... uh... OH, there we go! The remains went into the can that held the sugar. I now have about 1/3 of a large can full of jam... that's going to take up a lot of room in the fridge... sorry roomies!
Now, lets look at my kitchen... I totally should have taken a picture. I have a dirty blender, 2 massive dirty pots, and splatters.... ALL over the stove, all over the bread that is next to the stove, all over the cupboards around the stove, all over the floor, and my socks. That jam has some mad splatter skills. I think that one made it at least 4 ft! I should enter this stuff in an Olympic event! Do you think if I lobby enough I can get them to add in a Jam Splattering competition? It's close to the trampoline... right?
I'm not too worse for the wear. I probably have about 10 new burns on my hands. But the good news is, I totally did it. The jam is setting up. And it tastes good. Look out Martha Stewart. I am SO coming for you. And I think my show would be more fun. You don't do the splatter dance nearly enough.
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