Thursday, November 17, 2011

To Those Who Feel They're "Entitled"


A-frickin-men! 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Crockpot + Me = LOVE

I have a love-hate relationship with evenings.  I hate it because it's the end of the day.  My house is a trashed.  Squeaks gets cranky.  I'm worn out.  Dinner.  Bath time.  Bed time.  I love it because Mav gets home.  But like I said, I'm worn out by this time and I try to muster up any possible left over energy to be the peppy, happy wife he deserves.  

But dinner usually gets in the way of my chipperness.  I'm not a great cook.  I'm not what you would call handy in the kitchen.  Cooking stresses me out.  Remember my last rave about dinner.  If you don't you can read all about it here.  Now I have a toddler that needs to eat her veggies.  Sure.  I can make spaghetti, tacos, top ramen, and mac-n-cheese.  Who can't?  

But I'm not about to spend my last drop of energy trying new meals.  So, bring on the hot dogs!!

And then, I discovered my old friend.  My crockpot.  My crockpot just might have changed my life. 

It's almost three in the afternoon and my dinner is cooking itself.  How awesome is that?!?  And my dinner is loaded with vegetables!  I can now enjoy my evening a little more.  

So what's for dinner, you ask.  Taco soup.  I made plenty to either feed an army or have left overs for a couple days. 

Wipe the dust off your crockpot and give it a try.  I'm willing to bet it might change your life too.  

Wanna try my recipe for taco soup?  Read on...

Monday, November 7, 2011

I Chose This?

I ain't gonna lie.  Medical school is hard.  Wanna know what's harder?  Marriage.  Wanna know what's harder than marriage?  Probably marriage in med school.  

From day one, I knew Mav wanted to be a doctor.

I married Mav knowing exactly how brilliant he was.  I knew we had two and a half year left of his undergrad work.  I knew, one day, we would be in medical school.  I knew medical school was four years and then we'd have to survive residency, probably another three years.  I knew someday, he'd finally have MD following his name.  

But sometimes, I'm surprised I chose THIS. 

And then, I look back at this.


Yup.  I chose this.  I chose to marry a brilliant man.  I chose to support him in everything he does.  Through thick and thin.  Good times and bad. No matter what. 

I'm pretty darn happy I chose this.