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After looking at this peice on etsy for over a month, I caved and bought it. It will fit right into our black, white, and red living room. I am sooo excited!! Own only things you love.

I am bursting with joy and pretending that I am not stressed to a point to exhaustion. One month until I’m Mrs. Coate.

I'll be tackling the honey-do tonight. Slowly Landon’s is looking less like Landon’s and more like Our’s. It makes my heart flip a little. I’ll work on the kitchen and living room tonight, putting things away and making sense of the messes. Oh, how I wish I was more domestic. Is that a learned trait, I hope? Until then I will try to pretend.

Jerk Streak with homemade Mango Salsa for dinner. That should be convincing. J

What did you do yesterday?

I baked for hours....10 dozen of Grandma's homemake nut rolls. Happy Easter to me and mine!:)

Spoiled

My mom sent me a surprise care package today including...

A Cuisinart Coffee Grinder....my first one!!

A bag of whole bean Mahogany coffee from Carabou Coffee:

A big box of Maira Cookies (I had them for the first time in Spain almost 10 years ago....crazy!!)

And Hot Coco!!!

Ohh.....happy surprises. :) You are never too old for presents!! Pass it on.....

Tuna Casserole and Lucky Mag

It is my own fault, really. Reverting back to my old guilty pleasure, I ordered "Lucky Magazine" a few weeks ago and stayed up way to late last night reading it cover to cover. This morning I dressed in jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt to make Tuna Casserole and entertain Lacey (Landon's Sister) and her kids. It was a fun afternoon, and I glad they came over.

After they went home, plans began for this evening. The dilemma…what do you wear to a hockey game when you'll be in box seats with your boyfriend's co-workers and a company who is trying to impress them? One broken necklace, several hair styles, and an embarrassing large pile of clothes later, it was obvious.

I have nothing to wear.

For the last year I have survived with three pairs of pants and a stack of T-shirts and sweaters. Missionary life in Honduras didn't require too much fashion thinking.

A year before when I realized I was going to do missionary work, I stopped buying clothes. Why spend money on things that would sit in a box going out of style, right?

And now….Boo. Nothing to wear. No matter how many stained T-shirts you layer, they still don't look cure.
And my mind is full of lots of ideas from Lucky on what I COULD be wearing, but CAN'T. Boooo.

Where do you shop for cute stuff in the middle of the Ohioan Countryside? Tricky.

Now I'm dressing a dissatisfying cute basic mix. Scrunchy necked fuchsia top, jean, black cardigan, cute scarf. And dreams of shopping and tuna casserole leftovers.

Go Blue Jackets! ;)