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I hate using a depressing title for this post, but I'm sitting here trying to break through this writer's block I currently have. I should be updating the team's website, but I just can't get the creative juices flowing. So I'm blogging. Blogging about living with my wonderful, fabulous, amazing, hot, awesome boyfriend.

We've been living together now for almost eight months. Wowie Zowie! EIGHT WHOLE months. Let me tell you, before living with K I never, ever in a million bizillion years thought I'd move in with my boyfriend before he put a ring on it. And a wedding ring, not just any ol' engagement ring. But it was different with K... different in a way I can't really explain. We were always together at one of our apartments. Why were we wasting money each month not living together? Since December 1st, 2010, I've never looked back. I love coming home with my best friend. We do have a "10 Minute Work Rule" though. We get the 10 minute car ride home to talk about work. That's it. We might have to drive around the block a few times, but once that car is turned off, so is the work talk. It's probably the best rule K has instilled for us. It makes home about us and let's us have a positive, happy home. Gosh, I just LOVE him!

(WARNING: Random tangent starting in 5...4...3...2...1...)
Lately, I've been on a puppy kick.

I mean, aren't the adorable?!

My beloved puppy Sammy died back in November and she was the absolute greatest puppy ever. (Even if she was 15 years old when she passed away.) Sometimes I want a doggie to replace my Samantha and other times I just want a little playmate to chase around the house. Either way, I know I have to wait till we get into a house with a yard. But it doesn't hurt to ask, does it? :)

For now, I'm going to stick with my new beta fish, Marty. Or Martin Van Buren, if you're looking for the official title. Yes, he's named after our 9th President. I have a strange fixation with naming my beta fish after political figures six feet under. I just can't help it... and neither can K because he actually named Marty. I'd say he's a keeper. (Both K and Marty!)

I think I just saw a crack in this writer's block... back to work!

Peace, love and WOOF!

J

Ugh...

I know I said I would be better about posting. And I wasn't.

"Liar, liar, chicken's on fire!" I can just hear my little nephew chanting that right now. (Maybe one day he'll get the words right. Lucky for him his 6 and a handsome little devil so it doesn't matter.)

Adorable, right? Yea and my nephew is pretty cute too! :)

We just get home from work and I'm so exhausted that the last thing I want to do is be witty and crative. The worst part is? We're just 22 days out from Opening Day, which means work is only going to take up more of my blogging time. Boo, I know.

Well let's see... what have K and I been up to?

We went out for Fat Tuesday to this fabulous little cajun joint in town. (One of the few redeeming things about this place.) We had a few drinks and a few little mudbugs (at least I did... K wouldn't touch the dang things!). And beads! We both got lots of beads, with none of that other stuff, thankyouverymuch! :)

Yummy crawfish!

We've also been working on our apartment since Dec. 1... the day we moved in. Trying to decorate and not in that oh so fabulous "college chic." We both had very inexpensive furniture when we joined forces. We got rid of some stuff and really upgraded a few things (TV, enertainment center, writing table, etc.). Most of our furniture is dark brown... except for the center of our living room. Exhibit A:



U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alabi!

It literally paled in comparision. I figured let's just buy a new table, but K, being the smart man he is, decided we should just refinish it because he loves the table. So we did. What we thought would take a few hours took two weekends. But we LOVE the way it turned out. And it matches fabulously! (Or as K would say: Faaaabbbb-ulous. Flips hand down)

The finished product:



Que lindo!



We've had a few good weeks since my last post. We've made some really good meals:



Savory Baked Chicken and Garlic Mashed Potatoes


And we've had a few kitchen disasters:



Cake Balls (for the umteenth time!)


We went on a glorious hike yesterday. With the weather being so nice lately, we've wanted nothing more than to hang out outside. It was a 2-hour, butt-kicking hike up and down a mountain. No, not a hill, a real life mountain! Unreal. But absolutely awesome at the same time.

All in all, it's been a good spring with muh boo. And even better, it's our O...ON...ONEEE...ONEYEAR anniversary next month! Seriously, where has time gone?! I can't believe it's already been a year that we've spent together. Sitting here next to him on the couch, basking in our post-dinner-food comas, watching a marathon of Family Guy, I can't believe that I've spent (almost) a year with him. But golly gee if it hasn't been the best year of my life.

And he just let out a burp to kill the dinosaurs. Cute moment, gone.

What do you love about your boo?

Peace, love and leftovers,

J

#4... Come On, You Can Do It!

I apologize... I've been very flaky this past week.


What's that you say? You accept my apologies?


Ok good. :)

(Not going to lie- I almost gave up again and then read some other blogs for inspiration and pulled myself back up into the saddle.)

I think the reason I'm not pulled into blogging everyday is because K and I lead a very, very simple life.

We live together.
We work together.
We drive to work together. (And, well, everywhere else too because K's car is in the shop from a little fender bender.)
We cook dinner together.
We eat lunch together.
You get the point.

He's my right hand man. I'm his wing-(wo)man (minus the whole helping him pick up hot chicks at the club thing).

We cook dinner together almost every night. Some nights I let him show off and cook all by himself, as long as I can whip together a decadent dessert.

He packs my lunch (I'm still waiting for my little love note on the napkin...). I save him a seat at the lunch table.

And that's our life together. But you know what, as simple as it is, I absolutely love it.

This weekend, we finished our taxes, went to Red Robin for dinner and played a great game of Monopoly (For the record- I kicked booty!). Nothing exciting, but just how I like it.

I love my boo and our simple life together.

Peace, love and pasta dishes,

J, xoxo

The Couple That Weighs Together, Stays Together...

I completely meant to blog last night, but left my computer at work thinking I wouldn't need it at home. Wrong and wrong.

Anyways, back to the important stuff. The state of Alabama kicked off this great initiative this past week called Scale Back Alabama.

The basic premise is you get a team of four (no more than four, no less than four -- they are very strict about this one.) and you each have 10 weeks to lose 10 lbs. The great thing? If all four of you drop the weight, you get entered in a drawing for $4,000. Yes, that's right -- $1,000 EACH! Do you know what I could do with that cash $$? New wardrobe, new couches, Kitchen Aid mixer, maybe even pay off some student loans. The possibilities are quite endless.

Our team is the "Adios-e Adipose" (adipose is fatty tissue for those of us not up with the medical lingo) and it's myself, K, and two of our good friends from work. Last night was our dreaded weigh in so we figured what better way to kick off a diet than a big 'ol traditional style German dinner. Brats, and potatoes, and slaw, and cheese, and sausages, and bread! Oh the bread! It was that deliciously soft, warm bread that the buttah just melts on the minute you spread it on there. And carbs are my weakness! So of course I had three slices just to myself.

Large German feast and four glasses of water later, we went to weigh in. I had packed on three pounds since the day before. I'm going to credit those lbs to dinner. To keep me honest for the next ten weeks, I weighed in at 130.6 lbs. My goal is 15-20 lbs. Then I'll be a happy camper.

I leave for Vegas in two weeks. It's our annual Vegas V-Day girls trip. No boys allowed. K is so awesome and not making me feel guilty about going, even though it is our first V-day together.

More on that trip later... for now, back to work.

Peace, love, and no more buttah,

J

Welcome to Atlanta Where the Players Play...

Today we ventured out of this lovely little place we like to call Hell (some refer to it as our new hometown). It's not really full of fires and flames -- it just feels like it.


K heard about a "free day" at Turner Field, the home of his beloved Braves. It was free admission to their Hall of Fame and a free tour of the park. We were just talking about heading out to the ATL for a tour of the park so this was perfect timing. Plus we're entirely broke right now so free is money to us! (Creepy person/thing listening to our convos - STOP. Thanks!)


It really was a perfect day (minus the freezing temps!) and a perfect outing. It was awesome to see K on the field and in the dugout where his heros have been. I remember going in the dugout at Wrigley Field and not wanting to get up. I thought about everyone who ever sat there, etc. and couldn't believe that now my hiney was on that bench too! It's an increadible feeling and anyone who's a sports fan, I highly recommend stadium tours whenever possible. But I digress...


The tour of the park and the HOF only lasted about two hours, but it was awesome. We stopped at The Varsity (apparently the world's largest drive in -- but we dined inside, of course) and got some chili cheese hot dogs and burgers, onion rings and fries.


K let me "entertain" him on the way home with a lovely rendition of Aerosmith's "I Don't Want Miss a Thing." I love that he lets me be me, weirdness and all. And let me tell you, there's a lot of weird in here.


Here are some pictures from our lovely day:




Dodgers and Braves... Just like us!

 

In the Coca-Cola Skyfield

 

Hanging out in the dugout




Pretending to be manager Bobby Cox



See the excitement?! :)

Our feet out on the field

Being very fierce, of course!

I'm a Dodger fan at heart, but I sport the Braves "A" just for him. Relationships are full of sacrifices, right?


We're closing out this awesome day with a nice fire, some grilled veggies (diet starts now!), the Wii, and a fierce game of Monolopy. Here's to Park Place and Boardwalks...


and an awesome boyfriend who still loves you when you insist on wearing this sweet getup...

So hot right now!

Peace, love and "Get Out of Jail FREE" cards,


J

Starting Out...

I apologize. The title is lame, but I just need to start this dang thing. I've had it going for the past 24 hours but just haven't sat down to actually write something.

So here it goes...

I'm Jill, a 23-year-old living in Alabama. Don't mistake that with being from Alabama. I'm from Southern California, born and raised. Nothing against people from Alabama, but I am so in love with California and all it has to offer and am so proud to be from there. Let's see, what else? I love my job. I am a sports fanatic (I cheer for every LA team -- and the Chargers but the Dodgers hold the #1 spot in my heart.), baking enthusiast, cooking adventurer, travel lover, unhealthy shoe obsessor, and often a girly girl. Anything else I'm missing? Oh, and I live with my boyfriend.

His name is Kelly. He will most likely be refered to as Pookie Bear from here on out. I know it's Wendys-commercial-cliche, but somehow it fits. Thankfully he's a guys guy. He choice in sports teams is questionable however. I love the Dodgers, he loves the Braves. He loves the Cowgirls, err boys, I love the Chargers. I love him and he loves me. I guess that's all that really matters.

When I told a girlfriend that we were moving intogether, she suggested a start a blog about it. Sure, why not put this trying time in our relationship out there for everyone to judge? Isn't that what our generation is all about? So here it goes.

Wish me luck.

Peace, love, and wintry nights,

J


PS- We're not really anonymous cohabitors. Or suffering from serial cohabiting. Every other witty name I could come up with was already taken. So throw me a bone.