Really Really Thin Pancakes

 5 years ago my then boyfriend, now husband made a very bold statement, "I make really good crepes." Later that year he made me dinner, Mandarin Chicken to be exact. It was the most vile meal I had ever attempted to eat. It grossed us both out, and we had to leave his apartment to get away from the smell that lingered in every molecule of everything in his apartment. From that point on he was banned from the kitchen, and he has never volunteered to make dinner again.

2 years ago we went to Paris and had some fantastic crepes.

2 weeks ago we went to London, and I have been craving strawberry crepes since we got back.

2 days ago I fearlessly requested that my husband make good on his promise 5 years ago. "Make me some really good crepes," I requested. "No problem," he smiled. He graciously gave up a half hour of playing video games to make me crepes. And he was right, he does make really good crepes.  Being the good wife that I am, I grabbed my camera to document the success of his crepes. Behold:

 Voila! My husband can make amazing crepes. I am a lucky girl. Tonight I'm making home made chili. This might just turn into a food blog if I'm not careful. But who would object to that? Please ignore the grossness of my stove. I'll get to cleaning that, eventually.

  Bon Apetite!
     - Jana

4 Eyes

  I just recently started wearing glasses. I've worn contacts since 8th grade, and, as of a few months ago, my eyes didn't like contacts anymore. Now, its glasses most all the time. I'm still not used to having an object constantly on my face; it takes some time to adapt to a permanent fixture in front of your eyes. Apparently, I am still not used to wearing my glasses.
 
  I was speaking with a family today and, as usual, was using my hands to emphasize my point. In the process of over emphasizing I managed to slap my glasses off of my face and towards the family I was speaking with. I always seem to make the best impressions.

  My husband calls me memorable. But that's just his way of saying, "you're a complete klutz, but I love you anyway."

    - Jana

Shave and a Hair Cut

 My husband participated in No Shave November. I did not. The reason I am just now blogging about it is because yesterday he finally shaved after getting his hair cut. It's starting to warm up here in Texas and his beard was getting itchy. He lets me know that he is going to go shave. I mumble, "ok" while still blogging about angry spaghetti.

This is the before shot in London last week.

He shows up in the living room looking like this.

But that wasn't as astonishing as what came next.

Which I found even more horrifying.

Now he looks like this.

  This is a picture from our Honeymoon in Canada, and how he looks today, without always having a lake in the background. It's hard to believe that a mere 9 months ago we could have imagined he would grow such a beard. Ah, those were the days. 

  Right now he's doing our taxes, and I'm blogging about his facial hair. Marriage is 50/50 right?

     - Jana 

Angry Spaghetti

  Something happened to day that made me very upset. And being the mature adult that I am, I harnessed my anger and did my best to keep calm and carry on. This was my stress ball.

  It used to be a baseball stress ball. Now it's 2 baseball stress balls. Retail therapy was the best way to fix things, and I absolutely used the excuse "I'm a girl, I'm upset, I need to go shopping." I hit the road with angry driving music and then hit the stores (not literally, I wasn't that upset). So I found a dress, a necklace, and a button up shirt for my husband all for under $25. Turns out I'm pretty decent bargain hunter when I'm upset.

  I came home and made dinner for my husband. He wanted spaghetti, so I went to work making dinner for the both of us. But it came out tasting weird. I told him there was a missing ingredient: love. It was replaced by a different emotion. My spaghetti tasted like anger. Even my husband admitted it tasted weird, but he ate it anyway.

  There was also a bag of microwaveable broccoli with cheese sauce to compliment the spaghetti. Well it didn't compliment the entree, it insulted the spaghetti. I suggested that he shouldn't eat that either. I think I hear the gentle rustle of Cinnamon Toast Crunch leaving its box. 

  I think I'll get a bowl and join him.

     - Jana

Sorry Chaps!

  Sorry it's been a while chaps, but I've been in England. London, to be exact. My husband and I went with his family to London for Spring Break, and it was lovely. Unfortunately, it was one of those trips that I have to process everything, before I blog about it. There was so much to see and do that it will take awhile to really comprehend what we saw.

  The highlights were going to the British Library and seeing a Gutenberg Bible, an original Mozart, Handel, and Jane Austen. Can you believe so much literary history could be in one place? I couldn't. I was near giddy, and my husband just laughed at me while I jumped up and down in excitement. Thankfully, he knew what he was getting into when he married me.

There are no pictures seeing as they don't allow cameras in the Library, but you can imagine how beautiful and amazing it was. If you can't, just go see it yourself. Even if you can imagine it, go see it yourself. The other great part of the trip was that I got to hold a first edition set of the Chronicles of Narnia! There was a rare book shop just down from our flat, so we spent the morning trolling through the tomes. It was lovely. Here are some photos you might enjoy.

  In other news I walked into a glass door yesterday at work and saw a Jedi a few weeks ago. That's been my month.

   - Jana