Sick Obsession

Good morning [or whenever you're reading this] friends! Right now I am so excited to be vegged on the couch with my feet propped up and the TV on. I have forgotten just how tired I am the next day after working evenings on my feet.

Unfortunately Raymond is home with a toothache and let me tell ya, it isn't pretty. His entire jaw is swollen about an inch and he hasn't been able to eat anything for 2 days. For as big of a guy as he is... he is miserable. My heart hurts for him, but luckily he is on antibiotic and we can only go up from here! In the mean time, I'll just continue to boss baby him around.

Like I mentioned before, I'm excited to veg out and that's for mainly one reason only. I have a new sick obsession... The Real Housewives [New Jersey, Orange County, New York]. Okay, okay, I know I'm way behind the times and this show has been around for years and I've known that. The thing is, I swore I'd never watch it. I mean really, the show is freaking ridiculous! These people are living train wrecks and while my heart hurts for their children that have to grow up with parents like that, I can't turn the channel.

I.am.obsessed.

My absolute favorite is New Jersey. I mean, Teresa? I feel so bad for her. Her husband is so scummy! He is a major McDoucherson and I just cannot stand him. I can't figure out if she's really a nut and has lied so much that she actually believes her own lies, or if she isn't lying and the gods just aren't in her favor. Either way, I love her! [Disgusting, isn't it?]

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 Um, I have that apron. Her and I are like one... except we're not really.

Any ridiculous shows you're crazy about??

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Tomorrow marks five years that Raymond and I have been together. It’s hard to believe that we’ve made it this far, but then again, it feels like forever.

We always hear it, “I cannot imagine my life without you”. Well, to be honest, I can imagine my life without him, but it sucks. My heart aches to even being to think about it. So I don't, and I wont.

We've had our fair share of ups and downs but right now in this moment, I feel like we've finally got it figured out. As mad as he can make me sometimes, I would absolutely never trade him for the world.

Raymond, I love you. I have learned from you, been loved by you [and probably hated at times]. You are my rock, my rhyme, and my reason for becoming a better person.

In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you.

Five Reasons Why I Love You

+ You teach me to be a better woman
+ You can make me laugh at the drop of a hat
+ Your nick names for me are almost just as ridiculous as mine are for you
+ I have met an amazing family because of you
+ You encourage me to do what I love to do, solely for myself

Just Call Me Katniss

Hello & happy Monday, friends! I hope you all had a fantastic weekend. Our weekend here was filled with a whole lot of... not a lot.

Friday night was the usual for us-- Raymond's softball game. They beat the team they were playing by quite a bit, which made for a happy boy. One bad thing about games at 9:00 pm? No time for dinner between work and game time, so we ended up hightailing it to get some grub (and drinks) at 10:30 at night. So bad, but so so good.



Saturday was spent running a few errands, doing a few things for the blog, and cleaning out our closet and dresser helping R clean his motorcycle. I wasn't in the mood to sit inside the house, so my crazy self marched downstairs to the oh-so-hot garage and polished away on the chrome of his bike. By the end of it all, I was in desperate need of a shower and water! I don't recommend volunteering to clean anything ever if you don't have to.

In other random news, I posted this picture to Facebook and my grandma said "Katniss Sheridan?" (Sheridan is my last name for those of you that don't know, and Katniss is obviously the main character from The Hunger Games.) I didn't even think about it when I braided my hair that morning, but I wont lie and will admit that I am totally digging the comparison. Just call me Katniss! I also got Tomb Raider from an old friend (Hi Kyndal!). I'll let you all decide for yourselves:

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I am not a big fan of Angelina (Team Jen!), so I'll take Katniss over Lora any day of the week, as if it really matters haha.

Moving forward from my obsession, Sunday was spent grocery shopping, and making phone calls to the surgeon's office. I had my stitches removed over a week ago and I noticed Sunday morning that my wound was starting to re-open. Totally gross, I know, and totally LAME. Now I've got to drive another hour and a a half both ways just to have it looked at. I'm not excited at all and it totally ruined my plans to finally go swimming and get back to working out today.

Luckily my sulking was overshadowed by a Sunday Funday we had planned to meet some of our newer neighbors. We ended up having a blast BBQing, letting the dogs run wild, and chit chatting for hours.

Another great weekend in the books, and now it's time to sail through this short week before we head out of town on Friday for a family reunion!

See you all on Wednesday!

The Heart Attack That Wasn't

My family (on my father's side) has a history of heart attacks. His grandmother died when she was 47 of one, and he had one last year at the age of 48. I can happily say that my father is fine, and healthier now than he was before, but it was definitely the scariest thing my family has ever experienced. While my dad was in the hospital, his doctor told my brother and I that we both needed to get ourselves checked out just to be safe, seeing that this type of thing runs in our family. You're never too young to prevent. Naturally, I didn't take his advice. I'm only 23 for Heaven's sake!

Sunday night as we were laying down watching TV before bed, I noticed that my vision started blurring. Everything that I tried focusing on was a blur yet I could see everything to the sides of said thing just fine. I chalked it up to watching too much TV over the rainy weekend. After closing my eyes and vowing to stop looking at the TV, I explained my issue to Raymond and sure enough, while I was looking at him, his mouth and nose were blurry. At that point I insisted that I just needed sleep. So with the beginning stages of a small headache I took some Ibuprofen and drifted off to dreamland.

Just short of an hour later, I woke up with a splitting migraine on the right side of my head that lead into my jaw, neck, and shoulder. Growing up I was used to getting migraines, but I have been lucky enough to not have one in almost a decade. That being said, this pain I was having was not how I remembered a migraine to be, and immediately thought something was a little off. Shortly after, I started feeling shortness of breath, dizziness, and nausea. Once again, something just wasn't right.

After a few trips to the medicine cabinet, I gave up and tried to go back to sleep. The pain on my right side just got worse, and I started to notice a tingling in my fingertips. Within minutes, my entire left hand and arm were numb and that's when I freaked out. After googling heart attack symptoms in women with one eye closed and a noodle-like arm (not easy by the way), I woke Raymond up in tears, sure that I was having a heart attack. He assured me that I wasn't and sat there patiently with me rubbing my arm, and finally calmed me down enough to convince me to take a hot shower. After a long 30 minutes, I had feeling in my arm back and was calm enough to lay down again. Finally around 2 AM I was able to drift off to sleep.

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Monday morning I called my dad to inform him and get his expert opinion (dad's know all, duh) on the situation, and in the end we concluded that I indeed did not have a heart attack, and it was just an anxiety attack. Apparently my mom started getting anxiety attacks when she was the age that I am now, and my dad also gets them from time to time. Just another thing to thank the 'rents for passing down to me! Thanks, mom and dad!

But really, I am thankful that I am ok, and that I wasn't having a heart attack. Now I need to go make myself an appointment to actually get checked out. And if you read all the way to this point, thank you and I'm sorry.

The Most Handsome in All of the Land

Happy Monday, friends! I hope you all had a fantastic weekend.

We spent our two work-less days doing a whole lot of nothing, and it was awesome. Saturday morning after making breakfast we took Guero to the lake across the street from us and walked along the trail to give him some exercise. Luckily rain was near-by and kept the skies overcast and the temperatures not too high or in other words-- bearable.

On our way back Raymond insisted that we let Guero ride in the back of the truck. Obviously I was completely against the idea in fear that he would jump out while we were driving. My argument lost and we drove slowly back to the house while the baby had a blast eating wind (and an old piece of bread he found... don't ask me why it was back there). Now, I might be a bit biased, but I cannot lie when I say that our dog is the most handsome in all of the land. I am in awe of these beautiful pictures I snapped of this stud!

For being such a good boy we came home and snacked on popcorn while watching the rain storms on the balcony.

I also got a chance to throw together a new yummy recipe that I think you guys are really going to enjoy, especially for these colder months coming up! You're just going to have to wait until Foodie Friday to catch a glimpse of it, though! Until then you can check out the other two installments here and here to hold you over!

I kid you not when I say the rest of the weekend was spent on the couch watching old western movies and of course non other than The Hunger Games. I love the books and saw the movie in theatres and was so thrilled that I snagged myself a copy of it!

What did you do this weekend?

That Had to Hurt

Ok, I know I deemed Fridays to be "Foodie Friday", but so far it's really not working out, haha oops! I promise as soon as I can get my crap together, the recipe posts will keep coming. For now, I will just continue to load you all with excuses such as:

"I had planned to make dinner on Wednesday night but wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like cooking so we ordered a pizza."

OR

"I was going to make dinner Thursday night but Raymond had a softball game and we didn't get home until after 10pm."

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Like I said, last night we had a softball game and let me tell ya, it sure was one heck of a game. Apparently the team they played were their "arch nemesis" so it was a big deal. Unfortunately our team came out of the gates SUCKING (sorry, guys), and were down 12-5 with 6 minutes left in the game. Somewhere, some how, The Baggs pulled 8 runs out of their you-know-whats and came back with the W! It was actually really awesome and fun to be cheering them on. I am so glad they won because the other team were a bunch of trash-talkers and they are absolutely not 12 runs worthy!

To top of the awesome win, we had a blow out on the way home. Luckily R can change a tire like a champ and we were back on the road in no time (seriously, not even 10 minutes)! I thank the Lord I have a man that is capable of changing a tire... something I believe every man should know how to do.

SOMEBODY thinks he is still small enough to sit on the console!

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All of this softball talk has me reminiscing about 5 years ago when Raymond and I first started dating. I want to say we had been dating for a month (?) when he took me to one of his softball games. Everything was going smoothly, and I'm sure he was trying to play his best to impress me. My first thoughts were that he was really really good and I was definitely impressed!

Raymond was playing short stop and a guy from the other team was up to bat. As soon as he hit the ball Raymond caught it (of course), but he needed to get the ball to 1st base to get out another guy. As soon as he threw it, I heard SMACK! and then a "Ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" from both teams, and all spectators. The ball hit the guy smack dab in the center of his upper back. Holy cow did that have to hurt! R felt like a complete jerk, to say the least and I'm sure he was completely embarrassed. What a way to break in a new girlfriend, huh?

Surely enough, his throwing tactics didn't scare me away and now almost 5 years later I'm catching his balls... (softballs, that is)!

Love you, poo!

I Should Be a Photographer

Hello, and happy Monday!

This weekend was pretty good! Friday night ended up being pretty tame. I headed over to my parents house for a few hours of visiting. It's always good to curl up on their couch and just hang out. Something about Mom and Dad's house makes me happy and gives me a sense of comfort. After, I headed home to an empty house. Raymond was having a guys night out so I just picked up around the house and planted my butt on the couch for a while before hitting the hay. It was actually pretty nice to spread out in our huge bed, usually I'm crammed onto one side and my giant of a boyfriend takes up the other 3/4. Not cool, but cozy!

Saturday we headed out to the softball fields with some of the team to get some practice in. I'm still a little unsure how often I will be playing in the games, being that I have never played before... but I was definitely down to get some swings and catches in. Can't get better if ya don't practice, right? I believe that's true and I definitely played a lot better than I have before. Just need a little work on some batting. But I had fun, and in the end that's all that really matters.

After playing for about 3 hours we were super hungry. Being that it was Raymond's birthday we made a special pit stop at our favorite hole in the wall restaurant The Crawfish Shack, and loaded up on some delicious seafood. If you have never had the stuff, or think you won't like it, please please let me know so I can take you and turn you into a believer. I beg you!

A couple naps later, we headed out to meet up with some friends for UFC fights and birthday drinks. I promised Raymond that I wouldn't do anything crazy for his big day, so everything we did this weekend was super mellow. We spent the night boogieing and singing (me) as loud as I possibly could along with the cover band that was playing. I'm going to go ahead and say we were probably a few of the youngest people in the bar, but we totally ended up having a great time, anyway! I remembered around 1:30 AM that I hadn't taken a single picture so I whipped out my phone and made it happen. I'm thinking about becoming a photographer, what do ya say?!


That's what you get for having a big head.



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Photo Bombed.


Yeah, I'd say 1:30 AM a few drinks in was not the greatest time for pictures. Oh well, better luck next time!

Sunday was nice and lazy! A small get Superbowl/house warming get together at our friend's house made for a great night. Since the Cowboys clearly didn't have the best season this year, I wasn't that excited for the big game, but I definitely am thrilled that the Patriots lots. Thrilled. After 17 plates of food and 3 quarters into the game, we couldn't hack it anymore and headed home. I say it was a mellow weekend, but we seriously were exhausted!

The weekend ended up being great, and I hope that my Raymond had a fantastic birthday!