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Friday, September 30, 2011

Five for Friday, vol 17

1.  You are more into Pinterest than I am lately.

2.  If you fall asleep on the couch and I start watching Real Housewives, you swear it gives you nightmares.

3.  You manage Tucker's twitter account.

4.  If we need something from the store, your immediate response is "Do they sell it at Costco??"

5.  You keep me knee deep in fruit salad.

I love you.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Let's Fall In Love: In Which We Dance

After the cake was cut, it was time for my new husband and I to take to the dance floor.  I had always loved couples' first dances as a guest at weddings, and ours was no exception.  Picking a song had been a no brainer.  When Mr had planned his proposal, he had made a playlist that he called "2009 to Infinite."  Adorable, right?  it was full or sappy love songs in varying degrees of significance to us as a couple.  Just as he got on one knee, the first few notes of "Let's Fall in Love" began to play, a song that hadn't meant a thing to us before, but would mean everything from that point forward.  There was really no question that it would be our First Dance as well.




We spun around the dance floor, laughing and feeling giddy.  You'd think it would be awkward, having everyone watch us like that, but it was another one of those moments when it was like the rest of the room just sort of melted away. 

 
 It was quite romantic.

And quite fun too.

In case you missed it ...

I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Kenny got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached. We exchanged our vows. Our hands were blessed. Kenny put a ring on it and kissed his bride. We were pronounced Mr and Mrs! We left the church in a blizzard of confetti, and took a "just-married" trolley ride. We made it legal. We took pictures with our families, followed by wedding party portraits. I hit a low point. We received our guests. The wedding party was introduced. My Dad checked his toast off of his to-do list. Our Best Man and Maid of Honor shared toasts as well. The we cut our cake.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

#6 for Saturday.

You miss me when I'm gone, and it shows when I get home from out of town trips.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Five for Friday, vol 16

1.  I can take you to my high school reunion and you can talk to people like it's yours.  I don't think you know a stranger.

2.  My friends' husbands love you.

3.  You do laundry.  Alllllllll the laundry. 

4.  You're in a Fantasty Wall Street League.

5.  You think I'm a catch, and the fact that I can cook doesn't hurt either.

I love you!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Chicken and Cheese Stuffed Pasta Shells

It's been a long day.  Not bad at all, just ... long.  After some long days, all I want to do is get a Chipotle burrito bowl and pretend my stove is broken.  But sometimes cooking dinner helps.  It's orderly.  It's calming.  You get to eat when you're done.  Cooking is highly therapeutic for me, and today it was just what the doctor ordered, especially since what I ended up with was pure unadulterated comfort food.


Chicken and Cheese Stuffed Pasta Shells
1 box jumbo pasta shells
15 oz part skim ricotta cheese
8 oz low-fat cream cheese, softened
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, diced and cooked
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
Garlic, Italian seasoning, red pepper flakes - to taste

Cream Sauce
1 cup fat free half and half
1/2 stick unsalted butter
1/2 cup grated Parmesan
garlic

Cook pasta according to package directions. Meanwhile, in a small bowl, beat the ricotta, cream cheese and bouillon until blended. Stir in chicken and Parmesan cheese. Drain shells; stuff with chicken mixture. Place in a shallow 9x13 baking dish coated with cooking spray. In a small saucepan, bring cream and butter to a boil. Whisk in 3 tablespoons cheese and parsley. Stir until cheese is melted. Pour over shells. Cover and bake at 350° for 25 minutes. Uncover; sprinkle with remaining cheese. Bake 5-10 minutes longer or until cheese is melted and filling is heated through. Adapted from Taste of Home

I'll gladly put in as many more long days as I need to if this dinner is my reward.  Considering that it's busy season with my job and the end is no where near right now, it's a good thing that this freezes and reheats well.

I could eat the whole pan, no lie. 

Monday, September 19, 2011

Let's Fall in Love: We're just here for cake.

After toasts and dinner, Kenny and I had the very important task of cutting our cake.

In my life, I've seen a lot of cakes.  I've eaten a lot of cakes.  I've even made a lot of cakes.  But this was my first go at cutting into a four-tier pile of cake.  As it turns out, it's not as easy as it looks.


We have a beautiful cake cutting set that my mother in law gifted us at one of my bridal showers, and I was excited to use it.  We played Sugar Pie Honeybunch and quite literally hacked into that gorgeous cake.  It was not pretty.


The slices into the cake were not the hard part, but as soon as that mission was accomplished, we realized a flaw in the plan.  How do you get your newly minted slice of cake out from other the three tiers on top of it?  Kenny and I were muttering to each other about what the heck we were supposed to do now, and there were about a hundred sets of eyes watching us figure it out.

I feel like cake cutting is the first test of marriage.

So after a few minutes of struggling, which felt like eternity, we scooped a small wedge of cake onto a plate.  By the time we had it out, our little slice had completely fallen apart and it looked wholly unappetizing.  But we soldiered on.

Worth it.  It was totally amazing cake.  We went with devil's food cake with vanilla buttercream filling in two layers and white chocolate sponge cake with fudge ganache filling in the other.  We had sliced into the dark chocolate ... and it was awesome.

Yayyyyy cake!  If there's one thing we love, it's cake.

My mom was adament throughout the planning process that there should be no cake smashing when we did the cutting.  I 99% agreed with her.  I didn't want to get cake on my dress or start a food fight.  But surely a little boop on the nose with some buttercream never hurt anyone.

boooooooop.

And with that, cake was served!  The hotel wheeled it off to be sliced and Kenny and I went to take our first dance together. 

In case you missed it ...

I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Kenny got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached. We exchanged our vows. Our hands were blessed. Kenny put a ring on it and kissed his bride. We were pronounced Mr and Mrs! We left the church in a blizzard of confetti, and took a "just-married" trolley ride. We made it legal. We took pictures with our families, followed by wedding party portraits. I hit a low point. We received our guests. The wedding party was introduced. My Dad checked his toast off of his to-do list. Our Best Man and Maid of Honor shared toasts as well.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Five for Friday, vol 15

1. You send me random and cute texts throughout the day.

2. When asked what you want for dinner, Chinese food is always the answer.

3. You're excited to attend MY high school reunion.

4. You think I make the best turkey-and-cheese sandwiches.

5. You notice the little things.

I love you.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Five for Friday, vol 14

1.  You can tell by my tone of voice when I want something.

2.  You think Nacho is a great name for a baby.

3.  You think iphone text whale is just as funny as I do, but that iphone text shark is even better.

4.  You ask me every time how I want my pineapple diced, even though my answer is always the same.

5.  Your side of the bed looks like a pillow fort.

I love you.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Anniversary Weekend, in photos



Why you leave me?

















The Cheesefries stand alone.














Made Mr take my cheesy mirror photo with me before our schmance Tenderloin Room dinner.

































So. Much. Cake.














Wheeeeeeeee!





The perfect ending...

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Graduation from Newlyweds.

It's hard to believe it's already been a year since the day we got married.  I simply do not know where the time has gone.  It has been an amazing year and I can't wait to spend many more with my wonderful, amazing, darling husband.


Our wedding day was not just the happiest day of my life, but really the start of the happiest time of my life.  I never could have imagined that being married would be this fun, this rewarding, this challenging, this fulfilling.  I loved being a bride, but being a wife is just so much better than that.  I know our relationship will have ups and downs over the years to come, as do all marriages, but they also say that the first year of being married is the hardest.  If that's true, then I can luckily look forward to a lifetime of joy.

Thank you for being an amazing husband, Mr LikesIt.  You truly are my better half.  Thank you for making this year so wonderful, and I can't wait to make the next one even better.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Five for Friday, vol 13

1. You made delightful anniversary plans, and I can't wait to celebrate with you.

2. You're more obsessed with Yogurtland than I am (and that's saying something).

3. You delight in sticking it to the man, one bad customer service rep and conspiracy theory book at a time.

4. You've told me everyday that you think bootcamp is working, even after just a few classes.  The words "Holy crap you're SKINNY" came out of your mouth this morning, which means a lot.

5. You've made this past year amazing. Marrying you is the best thing I've ever done. Here's to lots more years...

I love you!