Tim Lincecum Bobble Head Day

Did you know that August 27 is Tim Lincecum bobble head day? In light of this momentous occasion, Nick and I had no other choice than to celebrate in the proper manner; attending our first Giants game. The catch is that the first 2,000 fans at AT&T park were awarded a free Tim Lencecum bobble head. Unfortunately Nick and I were not among the lucky, but we were still glad to be there. It was my first MLB baseball game and now I can scratch something that I have always wanted to do off my bucket list. 

It was a great game. I would even say intense, as far as baseball games are concerned. We found ourselves tied at the bottom of the 10th inning. One guy on 3rd, 2 outs, and 2 strikes. I was prepared to go into another inning, which was frightening considering that 1. I wanted the Giants to win and 2. After drinking a jumbo sized coke with my hot dog, I really had to p.... use the ladies room. (that one was for you mom.) Luckily, with one chance left Jeff Keppinger hit one mid-fielder and we won the game. It was awesome, and you better believe Nick and I gave each other a nice two handed high five. 

Thanks for the fun date, Nick. You've made a Giants fan out of me. 

Casserole

I'm trying to be a good wife. I own a dust buster. I figured out how to get all the towels folded so that they fit on the tiny shelf in my bathroom. The other day I took these efforts to the extreme. Not only did I try to cook for my husband, but I attempted the ultimate Mormon meal. 

a casserole. 

Things started out alright. I chopped some carrots. I cooked some chicken. I even made rice in my brand new handy-dandy rice cooker, courtesy of some kind wedding attendee. Things were looking bright for me and my little casserole, until about half way through the process. While I was slicing a lemon, I sliced my finger as shown in exhibit A. 

Exhibit A: 

  Knives are sharp. They are for cutting food, not fingers. Fortunately after the profuse bleeding, I figured that out. The lemon will not defeat me! I carried on. I mixed, and sprinkled, and sifted. And then it was time to put it in the oven. I did so. Set the timer, and waited anxiously. I opened my nostrils to the sweet aroma of.... burning. I opened the oven and everything seemed fine, but this was the smell of a fire. I finally opened the drawer below the oven, and out came the flames as seen in exhibit B.

Exhibit B:

(If I had remained calm and let the flames burn while I took a picture then my house would most likely have suffered mild damage. Just picture a campfire in your mind.)

Apparently its a good idea to take the wrappings of the cooking sheets off before you put them in their place below the gas stove. And now there was a fire in my house. A real life smoking, burning, fire. Luckily husbands are useful in this situation. Nick put the fire out and the cooking continued. When I took it out it looked....ok. See exhibit C.

Exhibit C:

Dinner was mediocre. I've had better, but I've also had worse. Nick was really sweet and did a convincing job at acting like he sincerely liked it. I am grateful for that. I am also grateful that I still have fingers, and a place to live. It was traumatic, but I'm still alive and will not let it stop me from casseroles in the future. Hopefully the next one will not be post worthy.

The Move.

We live in California. It has happened. We are residence of the long state on the side of our country. The drive was long, especially because we couldn't drive over 60 MPH with our trailer tied behind us. Those of you who know me well will be pleasantly surprised to know that I didn't sleep one wink the whole 12 hours. I stayed awake the entire time so that I could keep my husband company while he drove, and drove, and drove. When we finally arrived it was late. And we were tired. So we blew up our bed, and camped out in the living room. In the morning, the slow leek in our air mattress left us on the floor, but we slept like logs. (At least I did. Nick claims I push him to the side of the mattress where he almost falls off, but why would I do that?) This week we have shopped, built our ikea furniture, and explored our new neighborhood. So far, we are excited. Nick has been attending orientation for his new program that starts next week, the whole reason we are living here in the first place. He's excited. As am I. Its going to be a good year.

                before the drive.

               the morning after. (the drive)

                unpacking.

        our bedroom.(i think 3 of those boxes are nicks)

   our first meal in our new place. (mmmm turky and doritos) 


We are pretty dang excited to be here, and thanks to the lovely McCaye Badger and her trusty fiance, Chris, we have a great place to stay. We're still pulling everything together, but we do have a leaky air mattress ready for anyone that wants to come visit! 

Married.

So I wanted to share some of these pictures of our perfect day with the world. It was a stressful time for me trying to decide which ones to post...but here are a couple.