ducks & oats in a jar

Since I'm a day late, I'm going to combine day six & seven into one.

I don't actually remember this, but I love this photo of my grandpa & me. A memory of a memory, if you will.

a train of thought from yesterday--

My peanut butter jar is nearly empty. mmm. > I hate getting sticky hands from trying to scoop out the last of the peanut butter. > Oh, didn't I read cooking something in a peanut butter jar? > I know it was on Rachel's last post {pretty, damn funny. go watch.} > Right, PUMPKIN IN STABLE CONDITION AFTER BEING HUMPED BY BLOGGER > They were talking about something called OIAJ, pumpkin OIAJ at that. What is that? > Oats in a Jar, okay. I think I've seen them mention that over on Lifehacker... I didn't realize it was worth humping a pumpkin or 286,000 Google results. > Okay, what's the deal? Do they cook super fast or... > Wait. HOLD UP. You simply pour your oatmeal into a Peanut Butter Jar...? > There is a serious use of exclamation points related to this. I repeat, you simply pouring your oatmeal into a mostly empty jar of peanut butter, 48 instances in once case. > But, ok. I like peanut butter. I like Oatmeal. I'll give it a shot. > I'll report back tomorrow. > I may never be the same. 

Well...here it goes...

hmm.  That can't be good, bending the plastic with the hot oatmeal?

My life is definitely the same. I'm a little more blogger-y, having experience OIAJ. I'll do it again, before the jar gets quite so low. But I think life will be normal.

Have you had oats in a jar?

someone i love

My current favorite picture of us. 

colors

I love me some color, picking one color would be super hard. 

purple, orange, gray, yes please.

clouds

Renegade Chicago 2010.

Matt and I are heading to Chicago right now, visiting Kayleigh & Brent, hitting up Renegade and enjoying friends. 

what i wore

 

This is me last fall, October 11th to be exact, all ready to go on my big first date with Matt. It's been almost a year now, and we're as happy as clams.

There's actually a pretty funny story that goes with this. I was all set to wear jeans and a nice top, but then I mentioned to some guys at work that was what I planned to wear. They freaked! No, no, no you can't wear that. You have to step up your game, you know you like this guy. Wear a dress. All of our marriages started when our wives wore dresses on our first dates. We remember it. They were adamant.

So I wore the dress.

And 333 days later it's so good.

self portrait

Sweet Lacey in Love (really, truly in love these days) is doing a fun Photo Challenge, and I thought I might play along.

 Lacey / via Jenni of Story of my Life / originated here: Oh So Lovely:

So here we go:

I don't think I've ever posted this picture before. It was taken in June 2009. I had just moved home from New York, just bought this car that I'm sitting in, and had gotten caught by a boat on the way home. I love the reflection in the in my sunglasses of blue sky and big truck, the colors I'm wearing and my relaxed smile. I lost those glasses shortly after this, sad days. It's very summer, very Michigan, very me.