Pump Up the Chili

Well, it's D-Day. Or C-Day. It's the day of the Chili Cook-Off, and I'm pretty sure that I'm going to get last place. I tried four different chili recipes, and now I've run out of time without finding one that I'm really happy about using. Many of the recipes had too much tomato and too much sweetness. Personally, I like a chili that is super spicy and a little salty. We'll see, I guess! The chili is made already and is simmering in the crockpot, and I am going to attempt to add some Katherine-ness with the addition of unsweetened cocoa, more jalapenos, and some Guiness.


Yesterday we went to the Five Guys burger place in Fishers for dinner. The place has been getting glowing reviews since it opened not so long ago. Dang, that was some greasy shiz. It was delicious of course, but not as good as our beloved Schoop's back in Crown Point. I'm embarrassed for even thinking that Five Guys could beat Schoop's. It wasn't even a contest!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go daydream about Schoop's own hamburgers, cheese fries, and Coke with cherry syrup... Oh God.........

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.