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Today I learned being the best you are is always not good enough to someone. They always think of a way to improve. However, I am guilty of this just as much as whoever judges me. It’s extremely hard to not love people despite the things they do, and not because of the things they do. As far as I’m concerned judging people is God’s job. But how do you stop keeping mental tabs on coworkers, friends, husbands, neighbors, ect? You can’t. I guess the best you can do is keep them to yourself. But you always have that friend who you tell everything. This is why in my opinion it is wrong to push a religion on anyone. But it is not wrong to live they way you believe God wants YOU to live. I don’t think God counts on all of us to be movers and shakers. I have no problem with people being devoted to their faith. I wish I could be as devoted as they are. So until I’m older in God’s eyes, I hope no one is offended if I keep my faith in my heart. If I can’t even make it through a day without judging someone; how on Earth do I to tell someone else to stop?

Anyway, on a less thoughtful note, I love pie. All kinds. I love apple, blueberry, lemon, key lime, chocolate, peach, pumpkin, cherry, blackberry, mince meat. I have yet to try a pie I haven’t loved. They are so good. There is something about the ooey-gooey centers, the triangle shape, and the fancy crust that catches my attention. If I could be anything in the world for a day (or ten) I’d be a pastry chef. Because I would love to make pie after pie after pie. There is no one in the world who doesn’t enjoy pie. And if you think that isn’t true then you need to have you head x-rayed.

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However, I didn’t get that out here… I got it from rite aid…

I really miss home. It was nice to live in such a nice city. and if you don’t agree you just need to go live in some of my old neighborhoods. It just fine. Not without it’s faults though. But no one’s perfect. and I loved my town. It had action, history, entertainment, and family. and when you have the attention span of a fish, you love that kind of stuff…

I think I also just fell in love with a forty’s French country style as well. I don’t know when. But it partially came from growing up at my grandmother Joyce’s. Her house wasn’t French, it was just country. It still is she has great taste. Actually I would not be the girl I am without her. I pretty much idolize her.

This would be a terrible page in a book…

I have the attention span of a fish!

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Black Friday

I hate today. At no point in my life have I ever thought “I think I want to get up way too early and go to best buy to buy six computers and printers. ” Ever. I hate today. I guess I can not complain Ben did buy me new kitchen toys that I love. I got a generic magic bullet. and an electric can opener. Oh! and some more nice pillows for my bed. I’m trying to start a huge collection of bed pillows. Just like my grandmother (Joyce) had.

Anyway, I hate Black Friday. I hate shopping at 2:30 in the morning. I really do. what an awful idea. Who came up with that? What a moron?

Baking

What a busy day.

I’m baking a loaf of bread today with Prosciutto in it. if the bread turns out okay I’ll post my dumbed down Martha Stewart recipe. Martha’s bread is actually a pandoro. But since I don’t have the mold, mine will just be a loaf. It looks pretty festive. I just want to create that one dish that everyone will ask for year after year. That really says something about your cooking. I’m hoping this bread is it.

I’m also making a small cranberry nut cake that could be the winner. this is my own recipe so I will be sharing it later on! Having a cake stand would really come in handy now!

Well I better get started! Have a great Thanksgiving everyone!

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Snow.

I can’t see what I’m typing because my newest kitten snickers is chasing the cursor.

Today It is snowing in South Dakota. I don’t normally like snow. Before it just got in my way all the time. when I’m trying to get to work, when I want to wear shorts, when I want to go to school. Okay that last one was a stretch but I never liked snow before. But snow today was the first thing I saw here that I really liked.

that reminds me. we don’t own a shovel!

Funday!

I just got done cleaning the house, making lunch, showering, do laundry, and dropping Steph off at the airport.

Yesterday I read an interesting book by Jessica Seinfeld, Deceptively Delicious. It is a cook book that explains how to sneak veggies into your child’s diet. She cooks everything with a vegetable puree that adds little veggie flavor and huge veggie benefits such as vitamins and fiber. Her cook book has breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and dessert. When I first heard the idea I thought “yeah right, I’m still a kid and that wouldn’t fool me“. But after inspecting the recipes it does look like the vegetables would only add flavor in your child’s eyes, not something yucky. However, I am still a little skeptical. I want to buy the book and try some of them out on my baby. Then I’ll get back to you.

Steph visited me this past week. She had a good time out here and made a new friend! we went to the casino Saturday. it was fun but gambling wasn’t as cool as I thought it would be. I felt dumb that I was just throwing away my money. However, it was still exciting. We also saw Mt. Rushmore. It is a lot smaller than I thought it would be. But still pretty cool. It was very cold there. Steph really enjoyed being on a base. She pointed out that I can go back to my childhood neighborhood any time, and she can’t because she grew up on several forts. So it felt nice to come here. It felt nice to have her here. It wasn’t as sad to see her go this time because her trip made her feel closer to me. Home is just two short plane rides away.

Being married to Ben is fun, because he is always funny. Sometimes cranky. Okay because he is almost always funny. he always says “Jer Jer, remember, if I’m making you mad, I was just joking… if what I’m doing or saying isn’t making you mad, then I’m serious.” He normally says that when he knows I’m upset, and then I just start laughing.

However, we defiantly have… no had, a different opinion of clean. In all fairness I like to be neat and tidy like everyone else in the world. However, I didn’t go to Basic training. But it is in my best interest to have a calm happy Ben, so I’m doing my best to complete basic military cleaning 101 Dictated by Ben.

So Now I’m off to finish the laundry and gather more recipes to put on here… finally!

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I’m not as creative of a writer as I used to be…

I used to write every detail of my day in my journal everyday after school… and i didn’t that for three years. I don’t know why I can’t anymore…

Anyway…

Ben and I got married almost one month ago… I moved to South Dakota on the 8th.

The day of my wedding I was finishing my cake… and when I was done I went home… showered… and went to bed in an empty room. I had no trouble sleeping. I woke up three hours later to my mom screaming about… something like I didn’t introduce her properly to Ben’s family… I tried to explain It was my first time meeting them as well, but bef ore I could finish that sentence she started screaming “no excuses”

I was pretty much done with being home at that point… I went to pick up steph so we could get our hair done.

I loved my hair… i was perfect… everyone wanted me to wear it up for the sake of looking classy- but i hate having my hair back. It probably comes from years of my grandmother telling me to pull it back. and when you are growing up you don’t get much say in how you look…

The hair stylist and I were talking about how we never let other people do our make up… she asked if I was having some professional do make up and I said “No!!! I Can’t stand when other people try to do my make because I like big and dramatic and everyone else likes to take a safe natural look…” she agreed and said she was sorry she didn’t do her own make up for her wedding.

well after running back to the house for my shoes we headed to the hotel to get ready.

now originally my mom purchased two rooms… one room for us to get ready in… and one for us to hang out in. but by the time we got to the hotel my mom told me not to go in the other room because she wanted her money back for it, so we can all get ready in there… with her… and Jackie… and Joyce… and the three girls… and tommy… and me… this wasn’t a grand suite… these rooms are probably 15 by thirty FT with furniture in them… So I started yelling “I have to do my make up on my own… not with 50 people running around me and talking to me…” and i went in the other room… so then i told Steph I also wasn’t getting dressed in front of everyone because I’m not in drum corps any more there is no need for me to constantly be changing in front of everyone. So i asked Steph to go get my dress and when she tried to she was pounced on… apparently it was uberspecial that everyone watch me change… well this wasn’t happening, so finally i said my mom only can be in the room. so finally at about quater of 11 I went over to my mom’s room, and told them it’s go time we need to stop what were doing so i can get dressed or I’m taking my dress and getting dressed alone… well about five minutes later my mom finally decided to get me dressed and everyone stayed in thje room to watch… of course… and the seamtress sewed bra cups into my dress and it looked awful because i don’t have boobs, and everyone knows i don’t have boobs… and then we realized i forgot my veil… so we sent Katrina out to find it in my torn apart room and meet us in the church with it…

So we got to the church and I saw my flowers, and Cynthia, and Dani’s dad, and I was starting to calm down realizing the next time my family starts acting crazy… i can just leave… oh and i had like four glasses of champaign… I’m just saying I wasn’t drunk… look if you were around INSANE people from the second you woke up those tiny four glasses would have been a small start… I was just calm… so I put my veil on but it looked awful… i don’t know it’s like they sent me the wrong one.. i didn’t want one to begin with anyway… so i took it off and said forget it…

So my dad, me, and my mom were standing next to me as we were waiting to walk in, my mom wouldn’t stop talking my dad was saying “I have to pee” … and i just couldn’t wait for all this madness to be over… i was really excited walking down the aisle, because i saw all my friends… and it was nice. steph was crying the whole time, i couldn’t get the ring on Ben’s fat finger, and everything was perfect… later we stood outside the church for like ten minutes while people just blew bubbles at us… it was a little strange… but it was fun….

then we went back in the church for pictures, they all looked nice, amber took charge of that situation, thank god, because i sure didn’t want to be in charged for once…

it was fun though, so we went back to Ben ’s family’s house… which is now my family’s house and ate, and i talked to all my friends… and standing still for too long equaled getting my picture taking for the next 20 minutes…

it was fun. It was a fun day…

and it’s been fun days…

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