Day 13 and a need for more interesting titles

1. Three confessions of your choice.

I think I spend too much time reading blogs. Given the number of times in a day I’ll turn to Darren and say “so I was reading this blog…” well. It might be a bit ridiculous.

I went through a phase where I didn’t like cheesecake. Scandalous!

I’d rather be a housewife. Not because I don’t have ambitions, but because I want to spend all day playing around in my kitchen.

2. Your favorite musician and why?

I already covered that topic here.

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I had kind of a weird night last night. Darren and I went to bed at 11:00, but talked until around 11:30. the last time I looked at my clock before falling asleep, it was 11:47.

All of a sudden I was awake with the dog’s face next to me. When she wants us to get up, she’ll stand my the bed and rest her head on it and just stare, wagging her tail. “Enli, it’s like 2 in the morning, go back to sleep,” I told her, pretending she spoke English. Then my eyes adjusted and I looked at the clock. It was 12:10.

So the dog came back to bed and we went back to sleep.

A few hours later I woke up again to the sound of breaking glass. I was maybe a little delirious from sleep and assumed someone had broken a window. I tapped Darren and he reasonably assumed one of the cats had knocked a glass off the counter. Yes, that is a bit more likely. Also, the sound of a drinking glass breaking versus a window shattering? Not really the same.

Sure enough, one of the cats had knocked a glass into our ceramic sink. Fortunately it went into the sink and not on the floor. We cleaned it up and again returned to bed.

When my alarm went off at six I was deliberating whether I wanted to get up and go to the gym, or sleep for another hour. I drifted off just long enough to destroy any chance of making it to the gym, but the dog wanted to go outside and wouldn’t let me sleep any more. In the end, she got her walk and I just went to work a little earlier than usual.

Blog Challenge, Day 3. Plus more.

This is gonna be a long one.

Last night Darren and I joined several friends at First Avenue for Too Much Love, their Saturday night dance party. Our friend Tim is moving to Chicago tomorrow, and he wanted one more night of dancing before he left. Cover is only $3, so why not, right? Well, drinks at First Ave are expensive, so that part sucks a little. Also the music they play isn’t, like, Lady Gaga and other awesome danceable tunes. It’s just DJ-house-music type stuff, which means that you really need some drinks in you before you feel like dancing to it. Well, that’s how I felt anyway. But it was a silly good time. I don’t get to dance with Darren very often and that’s just too bad. We’ll have to make this a more regular event.

We danced until bar time, then several of us went to Mickey’s Diner (the second location, not the dining car) for 3 am breakfast. Got home, walked the dog, and crashed around 4:30. Was very aware of the fact that we spent way more money than we should have, considering our car needs to be taken in again. Oh well.

And now for the blog challenge writing.

Part 1: Write about your day in great detail.

Going to bed so late meant sleeping until after noon. I got up once at about 10 this morning to brush my teeth, drink some water, and walk Enli. Then I went back to bed until almost 1:00.

I got up, put on some clothes, and decided to make a big breakfast even though I’d just had one. I made hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs (scrambled for me, fried for Darren). I washed the dishes, then ate my breakfast while perusing the internet. Drank some milk, washed my plate, then decided it was time to start laundry.

I do laundry like a college student, because we live in an apartment and have to pay to use the machines. A week’s worth of dirty clothes fits in the washing machine perfectly – at least for me. Darren’s clothes sometimes take two loads. Throw ’em in, wash ’em on cold. While my clothes were washing, I started to blog. I just got up to rotate them, and now I’m going to finish blogging.

After this, I’ll probably watch Netflix. Parks and Rec, I suppose. Eventually the laundry will get done and I’ll put my clothes away. The dog will need walking again at some point – she’s asleep right now – but I imagine I’ll make Darren do that.  Dinner time will come, and I have a feeling we’re going to be lazy and have pizza.

I’ll probably shower around 9:30, and make Darren walk Enli one more time before bed. Bedtime will be no later than 11:30, possibly earlier if I want to read before I sleep, and I will not be able to decide whether or not I want to wake up early and go to the gym before work.

Part 2: Your idea of the perfect first date.

I’m never very good at answering these sorts of questions, mostly because I don’t really have a specific answer for them, so I’m just going to write about my first date with Darren.

It was September 30, 2007. We had met for the second time two nights previously, at a mutual friend’s party (that’s another story in itself). He called me either the morning of our date, or the day before. I don’t recall.

Anyway, I met him at the Mall of America and we went to see Rush Hour 3. We laughed and laughed. Then we went to Johnny Rocket’s for a late lunch. We were very disappointed that the little tabletop jukebox was just for show.

After lunch we headed over to IKEA to wander around for a bit, and so I could purchase a frame for a poster.

We drove back to my house to drop off the frame, and we hung out for a little while before Darren had to head home.

We didn’t even kiss. But it was clearly a very nice time, because we kept seeing each other and then three years later we got married. Hooray!

Baker (but not Bakerella)

I am a fan of baking. This is probably a good part of the reason why I need a gym membership (YMCA, holla!).

Around midnight last night, I got it in my head to make some cookies. Well, strike that. Earlier this week I decided I would bake some chocolatey oatmeal bars, the recipe for which I found in the Guestbook section of a CaringBridge page (side note: if you click the link, the page is for a guy I went to high school with. Meningitis. He’s in rough shape, but improving).

So anyway, I wanted to make these bars. When I mentioned it to Darren, he asked my to make oatmeal raisin cookies as well. I picked up oatmeal, raisins, and chocolate chips before I left work yesterday afternoon and figured I’d get to baking sometime today or Sunday.

But Darren had taken a late nap and I just wasn’t sleepy. Since we were going to be up anyway, and I didn’t have anything in particular to do, it seemed like a fine time for cookie/bar makin’.

Here’s the thing though. Before I lived with Darren I had two roommates with all the cooking tools I needed. Since then though, we’ve been stuck in apartments with very limited storage space and I somehow never bothered to purchase an actual baking sheet or two. The less stuff in our cupboard the better, right? Psh. I’ve been using a pizza pan, which is getting old and dark. This is affecting my cookie baking. Aluminum foil is a pain in the ass. I never remember to buy parchment paper. So annoying.

I told Darren I want a baking sheet for my birthday.