dinner (him vs me)

I'm just going to go ahead and put this out there. I suck at cooking. Yes, I know with practice I could get better, but let me put something else out there.... I hate cooking.  Loathe it. I will clean dishes, I will bake, but please don't make me cook!

However, with that being said, I should've known that being married would change that. (Not the liking it part, but the having to do it part).

So this week, we both took turns cooking.
 The outcome?
Well, I forgot to season the meat..... and added too much flour to the dumplings.
His meal? Perfect of course.

(above photo: me devouring the burrito he made!)

Yeah, yeah- married life isn't about competing... whatever.

But really self? You forgot to season the meat?!? I take this as a sign that I need to cook less (or I guess more...whatever...).

Austin- I think this is a sign....you should cook me dinner all the time (wink, wink)!

xoxoxo, kel

cohabitation journey/journal

So Austin and I haven't been living together all that long, but the day he moved in, I decided that I needed to make note of it. It's an exciting time (and the next big thing is our wedding next month!!!)
I hope that one day we can look back on this with warmth and laughter.

Day 1: A found out that I gave away one of his paintings...... Oops. Good thin he's not tooooo mad. Just a little.... I think. But seriously, it's an ugly painting.

Day 2: Ohmygosh we have so much stuff. Everywhere. But for once, I'm not bothered by the mess and overcrowdedness (is that a word?). I'm just so happy that A lives here with me now.

Day 3: I jumped out and scared A when he got home tonight from work. I don't think I've ever seen him so scared. But hey, I gotta keep things interesting.

Day 4: We have so many f-ing plates. And cups. OHMYGOSH all the cups!!!

Day 5: Cleaning stuff up and moving things around to today to make this space "our place".

Day 6: Our place is finally coming together to look like a home! It's really awesome.

Day 11: This living together thing is tough. I feel like I'm already failing at being a good finace.

Day 14: I can't find anything. Oye vey with the poodles already.

Day 15: HE ATE THE LAST OF MY BIRTHDAY CAKE LAST NIGHT. This may be his last night alive....

Day 33: Coming home and A being there is one of my favorite all-time things. Although, taking the top of the jeep and heading to the beach on a random Wednesday is also a top favorite.

Day 46: Our conversation on the way to dinner:
Me: PUPPIES!!!! There's a sign for puppies!!! Do you see it?!? Can we stop?!?!?!
A: Why don't we stop on the way home from dinner?
Me: You think you're being clever and that I'll forget about the puppies by then. BUT I WON'T!
2 hours later
Me: Wait- we didn't stop to see the puppies!!! Can we turn around??
And that pretty much sums us up.....