365*5

Tomorrow is my 5th wedding anniversary! The last five years of my life have brought more joy and change than the entire preceding 28 years of my life. All of the joy, the change, the sleepless nights, the anxieties, the excitement, the stinky diapers, and the pain have been shared with my best friend. Jeremy is conscientiousness to my spontaneity, thoughtful when I am selfish, and my rescuer when I need rescuing. In five years we have lived together in two homes, returned to graduate school (again), quit and/or accepted four different jobs, buried a pet, and added wrinkles and pounds. We've lost a lot of sleep. We have more gray hairs and make more money than we did five years ago, but have less money than ever. We've lost two special friends and two grandparents and have traveled fabulous places. Undoubtedly our greatest accomplishment has been giving birth to and raising our two precious children. I can't wait to see what the next five years will bring my best friend and I.

Wordless Wednesday

It's crazy hair day at Vacation Bible School!

PW's Egg in a Hole

Do you LOVE The Pioneer Woman? I do. I love her cookbooks, her photography, and most of all her sense of humor! If you haven't checked her out yet...DO! Right now! (www.thepioneerwoman.com).

Anywho. I also LOVE her recipe for Egg in the Hole. The Pioneer Woman tells us it is a breakfast item that goes by many names. Ava calls it breakfast pizza. Alex calls it yum. I call it heaven.

Ingredients
sliced bread (the heartier the better!)
butter
large eggs
s&p

1. begin with a slice of bread and use a cookie cutter to make a hole in the middle of the slice.
2. heat 2-3 T butter in skillet over med-low heat. Place bread in skillet and allow it to soak up some butter.
3. after 1 minute, crack egg into the hole.
4. Sprinkle with S & P to taste and toss another 1 T of butter into pan if you feel so inclined.
5. with spatula flip bread to the other side and sprinkle with some more S & P. Cook until egg doneness is desired.

p.s. The kids also love it if you toast the bread centers and spread with jelly! YUM!

Photo courtesy of The Pioneer Woman--ours disappeared too fast to be photographed!

You Are Dearly Missed, Sosa Boy

I expect to hear your little toenails on the hardwood floor and feel you underneath my feet as I cook. I miss seeing you sit at the top of the stairs with your paws hanging over, ready to give me the classic "pug head tilt" when I saw you name. Your stinkers are no longer permeating the air around me and your hair doesn't cling to my clothing anymore. I am not used to sleeping through the night, and feel relieved that you are no longer coughing and struggling to breathe. Although I know it was time, there is certainly a void in our hearts and our home with you gone. Rest in peace, Stinkabone. We plan to scatter your ashes around your momma's lava rocks, because you loved them so.