Remember that food goal?

If you are my friend on my facebook then you might remember my "I'll cook three new meals a week" goal. Well, I have been failing miserably. Seems that although recipes look good on paper, they don't taste as good in the belly. There have been a few that I would consider making again, but for the most part, I'll stick with what I have. All for now.

Good Job Delta

I got a nice phone call today from a lady representing the CEO of Delta Airlines. Firstly, she apologized that one of my first duties as a new wife was to file complaints about our service. She continually apologized for Delta's lack of planning, and poor service. She offered us the money that we had to spend out of pocket and a $50 voucher each for Josh and myself....


It didn't make me forget what we went through, but it definitely made me feel better!


And she continually told me to thank my husband for his service to our country!

Swimming...

Swimming is not my strong suit. To be honest, I have a strange fear of water. I think it stems from having to wear contacts, and not being able to open my eyes underwater; thus leaving me with this fear that I may run into something. I don't know. Josh though, loves to swim and for him I am doing my best to learn. Of course, just like with anything, to learn something you must have the right equipment. Swimming equipment consists of a one piece bathing suit, and goggles. Let me quickly add, that unless you are a size zero or you have those bathing suits that have "tummy control," one piece bathing suits are not flattering.

So, here is a rundown of swimming lessons day 1:
1. Go underwater without holding your nose.
2. Work on correct arm technique for the "crawl" or freestyle technique
3. Work on breathing every third stroke. This is where things got interesting, and I got frustrated. Trying to think about too many things, I would be counting stroke in my head, trying not to kick too hard, keeping my chin down, when all of the sudden I would remember that I needed to breathe. I would try to turn my head to the side, gasp for air, and go into the next stroke, but I guess during that gasp the rest of my body would stop moving, causing me to stop moving and somehow I would suck in a mouth full of water instead of a mouth full air. I tried for about an hour, and with no luck at mastering the breathing technique, called it a day.

I'll update after our next lesson. That is all for now.

Assigned Parking?

So far we have been very pleased with the apartment. There have been a couple of things that have made me frown, but nothing serious until our parking lot experiences.

Moving in, we knew that there were no assigned spots. Obviously, some people didn't know this. One day, as I was getting something out of my car, this guy came out his back door waving. I told Josh, "Wow, that guy is really friendly!" Apparently,  not so much. That waving, was actually him waving us down to complain that I had been "parking in his spot." Here is the conversation as I remember it.

"Is this your car?" -- Neighbor
"Yes, that's my car." -- Me
"See, this is my apartment, and that's kinda my assigned spot. I mean, I know we don't have assigned spots, but that's kinda mine." -- Neighbor
"Um, ok." -- Me
"Isn't there a spot closer to your door that you could park in?"-- Neighbor
"No, not really. Our front door is kinda in the middle, and I honestly just park in the first open spot I see." -- Me

And, that was it. He turned around, walked back inside his apartment, and slammed the door. No sympathy. I have kinda avoided that space, but the other day he followed me in the gate and when I parked in his "assigned" spot, he jumped out of his truck saying, "Well, I guess I'll just park here on the side and carry in all this stuff." I think that was his attempt to make me feel guilty. It didn't work though. I was carrying bags of groceries anyway!

Friday, I came home from the gym and pulled in the parking lot. The "assigned" parking guy was in his spot, so I was planning to park in the one beside it. Too bad I couldn't. It was blocked by a trash can. Really? A trash can! How rude?! I told Josh about it, and when he came home, he nicely removed the trash can from reserving the spot, and quickly parked his car in that spot. It wasn't the first time we had seen that trash can blocking that spot either. Monday morning we will be complaining about the "reserved" spots, and people trying to make us feel guilty about parking in their spots, but I'm assuming nothing will happen to them.

I don't know why people feel entitled to parking spots. It really doesn't make sense. God forbid you have to walk more than 5 feet to your back door. Really people, really?

Wedding Reception

Just wanted to post the link to the website that has all of our photos from the wedding reception. We are very pleased with them!

 Reception Photos

The password is amjo31911

Dear Blog

Dear Blog,

I am sorry that I have been neglecting you. I don't have time to think, let alone sit down and write. Currently, I have time because I am on hold with Time Warner... I will be back in full force soon!

Amanda