The Colonel is REAL?

Before getting started, you need to know two things:

1. My husband has never been one for eating any meat on the bone. He has come around to buffalo wings and ribs but that's about it.
2. My husband HATES Food Network. He would rather listen to fingernails on a chalkboard than watch Food Network (which I love).

This weekend, I left the TV on Food Network while trying to get my grumpy baby situated. Mark came in the room and was quickly mesmerized by the show "Titans of Taste." They were talking about Colonel Sanders and KFC's history. My husband then says to me "The Colonel is a real person??" He proceeded to talk about his new best friend, The Colonel, as we drove out to my aunt's house to deliver her car. He waved to him on all the signs, laughing and saying "look at that cute old guy with his 11 herbs and spices."

Seriously, he was so excited about Col. Sanders being real he wanted to take the plunge and bring home a bucket of chicken with his "cute old" face on it. Off he went to KFC, he brought home a bucket, some sides, some biscuits and of course a chocolate chip cake. After figuring out how much he now enjoys fried chicken, (bone and all) he said "I think I'll put the Colonel in my rotation."

I tried explaining that Popeye's is way better because it's spicy. But evidently, there's no cute old guy on the bucket with a great story...so he will keep grabbing his hot sauce. I guess one thing at a time. I'm just excited my husband tried something new and enjoyed it.

My husband also doesn't like cake...but who couldn't love the KFC cake? He liked it. I'm so proud of him! He came a long way this weekend.

Don't be surprised if you see my husband in a white suit and a black string tie...I love that man!

Driving Excitement-Take 2

My sweet husband Mark never wanted a new car. He loves the old stuff. He's got an old soul and his old soul loves to drive an old car. Well, the daddy in him has been coming out. He started thinking about having the baby and only one car with seat belts and A/C and emergencies while he's watching the baby and...you can see where this is going.

Here we are again. We were waiting on our salesman Ken to come walking up. And that's him walking next to the Yukon.

This is serious business. Why wasn't I sitting over there? I had my 4th trip to the potty!
We decided to take a break and go to Bono's. Nothing says Saturday like BBQ cheese fries.


They probably look terrible to you at this point, but I'm hungry just looking at this messy plate.

Car was finally finished being detailed. We also had them remove the vinyl pinstripes and dealership sticker...Mark hates them.

Yay for Mark's first new car

He was trying everything out.

He was ready to drive home

city- 13 mpg/hwy-20mpg, good thing we bought it off 9-A.

OK, he thought he was ready to drive home...the weather was terrible that day! He was so excited that he wasn't paying attention to the fact he was in an exit lane.

Can you see him?

I was trying to capture the special moments, but it was quite difficult to do while driving in the rain.

The weather finally cleared up.

So here it is, his rear wheel drive Panther Black 2009 Pontiac G8 GXP, black onyx interior with a beefy 415 horsepower engine. He has put his '49 Pontiac Chieftain for sale.

I'm so happy for Mark! He finally got a new car and he LOVES it! If you need a fast ride, he'll give you the white knuckle grip! Just don't let him get a ticket please!

Now who wants to go to Bono's for BBQ cheese fries?

Diagonal or Down the Middle?

I'm a messy eater! My "love-shelf" shares my meals with me all the time. There's nothing I can do about it. When I lean in, my boobs lead the way and end up getting dirty. At girls camp, if you put your elbows on the table they make you get up and run around the table for being naughty. They called me out last year because my ta-tas were on the table! In fact, on my mission, there was a sweet couple who always had a full sized towel laid out for our Wednesday night dinners. When Mark and I went to visit my mission 3 years ago, we ate with that same couple and they had my towel waiting on me.

In an effort to try and conserve the top portions of my shirts/blouses- I cut my sandwiches. First of all, seeing everything in the middle of the sandwich makes me happy! Second, I feel like I'm helping my severe food dropping by cutting my food. I still cut up my spaghetti like I'm 2(again, hoping it helps). And third, I like somewhere to put my side dish(es) and they look more appetizing with a sandwich holding them on my plate. So when it comes to the types of cuts for me, it depends on the type of sandwich.

Peanut butter and jelly and my good breakfast friend- the egg sandwich (which I'm famous for and my husband HATES) always get cut down the middle. Bagel sandwiches, burgers and anything round get the middle cut by default. Turkey, ham, BLT, cheese (grilled or not), chicken salad, egg salad (different from my breakfast buddy), wraps, ANYTHING else....diagonal cut! And I'm totally serious about those cuts! So, that's me, your local sandwich cutting fool! I haven't even touched on the way I wrap my sandwiches in a paper towel.

Do you cut your sandwiches? Do you have a preference of cut?