Respecting Thanksgiving

We live in Utah. I don't know about everywhere else, but in Utah Christmas music starts the day after Halloween. James sternly told me the other day "Thanksgiving will be respected in our house," meaning no Christmas music or decorations will be tolerated in our house until Thanksgiving has been completely enjoyed. Consider the new background a sign of my respect for the often overlooked holiday.

(On a side note, I have been listening to Christmas music in my car since November 4th. He specifically said in our house, so I don't think I'm breaking the family rules.)

Recognition is the first step to recovery

I admitted something to James last night that I have never told anyone before. There was no reason for me keeping this a secret except for not wanting to sound weird. . . but everyone is a little weird, right?

So here it is:

I LOVE Lucky Charms cereal. We don't get it a lot because I pretty much eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until the box is empty. We had coupons last week so I got to get two boxes at one time. Mmmmm. When I was younger I would only eat the delicious little marshmallows (I'm sure most people can say the same and I'm sure my siblings LOVED me for that). Now that I'm older and much more mature I just eat everything else and save the marshmallows for last. I'm not that weird, right?

If only that were my secret.

When I have a bowl of milk with only marshmallows left I can't just eat them like I eat all other cereal. I like/have to eat THREE marshmallows at a time and they all have to be different (one horseshoe, one pot of gold, one rainbow) OR they all have to be the same (three clovers). I don't know when this started or why I insist on doing it but I have to. There are exceptions, of course. Like at the very end if I have four left, I'll eat the four all together if they are all different. If they aren't I'll separate the ones that are the same and eat two at a time. Or if there are three left, I'll eat two and one. Does it make sense?

After I told him my secret he said to me "Recognition is the first step to recovery."

So here I am, admitting to you all that I have a problem. Hi, my name is Patrice and I eat my Lucky Charms marshmallows weird.

This is where you say "Hi Patrice" and tell me about your weirdness. Don't worry, this is a safe space. No one will judge (I hope).

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Does updating the background of our blog count as an update?

U.S.A! U.S.A!

James and Diesel are ready to cheer on the U.S. during the World Cup that starts next week. I'm excited too but Nike.com doesn't sell women's soccer clothing for some stupid reason. Don't worry, I'm not bitter at all.

Golf

We like to golf.



I like golfing because I get to use my pretty pink and orange golf balls that James bought just for me.





















James likes golfing with me because I get to be his caddy.























Yesterday was the best day of golf I've ever had because I got my very first ball mark after hitting a very beautiful shot (which was a little too beautiful because it hit the green and continued to bounce right past the hole and down a very large hill). Can you see it?





















I was so proud of myself.

On a side note, I cut my hair for those of you who didn't already know. I went crazy and decided to donate it. I'm still getting used to not being able to put my hair in a ponytail without a million clips holding it in place. But I like it. I want it to grow out a little bit, but it's a fun change from having really long hair. And I get to look like Erin.


Another side note, here's another picture of Diesel listening to the walls talk to him. I just think it looks so silly. What dog sits and stares at walls?

Diesel's Sixth Sense

He hears walls talk. . .


































































What do you think they say to him?

My Little Guinea Pig

About a month ago I got a sewing machine for a few reason. One, I was in desperate need of a talent of some sort. Of course, being athletic is great, but in the world of Provo, Utah, if you don't sing (like me) and don't play an instrument (like me) and can't create cute things to show off to your friends (like me a month ago) you pretty much feel like a huge failure. Two, I wanted a new hobby. And three (which I didn't know was a reason until after I started sewing), I wanted to dress Diesel up in cute little clothes without feeling guilty spending money on stupid dog outfits.

I started simple. After going through my t-shirts I found a BYU shirt that I haven't worn in quite a while, cut it up, and started sewing. It was so funny because Diesel stood so proud every time I held something up to him to measure it. He kept trying to jump on my lap to see what I was making him. And what did I make him? A cape, and he LOVES it. He prances around the house like he's such a stud and it's just so funny.

The second thing I made was a little more ambitious, and I think it turned out pretty good.

Introducing our little gangster.



















Ok, so it turned out a little huge. I blame the size chart on the back, because while Diesel's body length may be a medium, nothing else really is. Don't worry, I did a little improvising and now it fits better. The best part is Diesel loves wearing it and he looks so cute.

I also made James and myself some pajama pants, but those aren't nearly as cute.

Baby Diesel

I fell in love with this picture online.















So we went to the Sandy Animal Shelter to get him.















And he's the best dog in the world.















Except he farts ALL the time. I hope the fart medicine I bought yesterday starts working.













Isn't he cute?