Lightning Crashes

Now that we own a house, I don't enjoy thunderstorms nearly as much as I used to. Now I worry about trees falling on the house, lightning strikes, hail hitting the roof, and lots of other miscellaneous damage.

We haven't been to the grocery store in over a month now, thanks to our FarmFresh deliveries. Dave is in Portland, Oregon for RailsConf until Sunday, so my dinners have been consisting of random things I've found in the cupboards and refrigerator. Tonight I had cheerios, a grapefruit, and a couple of cookies. Yesterday I had couscous, a frozen waffle, and some strawberries.

I miss him.

I had the most delicious lunch ever today at the City Market. It was chicken salad on top of ... salad salad, with fruit salad on the side. Very salad-y. It was EXACTLY what I was craving. I saved about 1/3 of it to eat as part of my dinner, but ended up eating it as soon as I got back to the office. I'm so pathetic.

This was a pretty self-deprecating post, but I'm still getting over this cold/flu thing and there's no one here to hear me whine. wahhhhhhh

Hey! There's a tornado warning!

Has It Been a Week Already?

Time flies when you're not blogging.

We made it down to Tampa, FL in one piece and very tired from our 7:00 AM flight. It was so great to see my grandparents and my aunts and uncles, some of which I haven't seen in years.

The weather didn't turn out to be as Floridian as we had hoped, but I still ended up with a sunburn and some sand in my camera and sneakers, so what else can I ask for?

Work has been ultra rough on me lately, so I don't feel like talking about it or any other things, for that matter. Instead, digest these pictures.

Us, on Lido Beach before the wedding:


SURPRISE! A stolen photograph of David:


Our pear tree is blossoming!


Me and Mr. Pear Tree, for posterity:


Some brilliantly-colored hyacinths (we think???), the fruits of some of the bulbs we planted last Fall:


Some unidentified, yet-to-flower bulb things:


Dave, chemically guarding the house from the swarm of insectazoids and spidertrons that will soon invade:

Maybe I Shouldn't Have Said That

Me and Dave were watching CNN tonight:

[ Anderson Cooper is shown on tv ]

David: What happened to your face? (to Anderson) You get punched??
Katherine: Uh... he has skin cancer.....


Also, here's a video of Sprinkles vs. Popcorn.

As Snug as a Bug in a Rug

I'm sure there are things that we need to take care of around the house right now, but we're taking advantage of the pretty falling snow and our electric blanket.

Here's a picture of Sprinkles enjoying the view a few days ago (pre-snow):


Is there anything better than snuggling with your husband and eating cereal for dinner together?

Saturday Sun

Man, it's gorgeous today. It looks like it's 70 degrees outside! I think it's actually 40.

A couple of days ago we came downstairs to find my little aloe plant had been knocked over with dirt spilled all over the floor. I'm looking at you, Sprinkles. That poor plant. Perhaps this is God's way of telling me I should stop trying to keep plants.



Dave is busy working on his website, again. This has been his modus operandi for the last few weeks. It's been kind of lonely while he is so engrossed in his work, but I understand that he needs/wants to get this stuff done. Here is a bonus video of him working hard, with some aptly-written Billy Joel that just happened to be playing at the time. Hahaha...

Voice Static

Yesterday was David's and my nine month wedding anniversary. Woohoo! That went by quickly. We could have had a baby by now! One of the most fun experiences of my life was the first road trip I took with David to his parents' house in Eastern Pennsylvania. We had only been dating for a couple of months at the time.

We were forced to make our trip over a weekend, so our (ill-advised) plan was to come home from work, immediately sleep until Midnight, and then drive all the way through to the morning. Of course, we had an extremely hard time trying to fall asleep at 6 PM, so we ended up leaving around 10 PM with NO sleep and plans to drive all night.

The stupidity of our plan reared its ugly head around 3 in the morning, when, despite copious amounts of caffeine, we were dangerously sleepy. Unable to keep our eyelids open any longer, we pulled into a rest stop and said "Let's just sleep for a couple of hours." 6 hours later, we woke up with terrible breath, stiff necks, and greasy skin. I don't think there is anything worse than sleeping in your car at a rest stop. PLUS, you know... there was fear of that serial killer with a hook for a hand.

Nevertheless, we made it safely to our destination and one day later, departed for home.

We were confined in a car together for 20 hours that weekend, and I probably laughed for 18 of them. (The other two were spent eating). Both of us yelling in my Jetta at the tops of our lungs, trying to create "voice static"... now THAT is good times, good times. (Don't ask.) I knew I was falling in love with him.