Happy Heart Day

Guess who's back?  Back again. Adventures are back. Tell a friend.

I won't get into the boring details of where I have been for the past 23098423094 months. Apparently I need to work on my consistency. Or something.

 Here is what has been going on in my world!

A Valentine's themed story. I have a Bible study that meets weekly. Each week we potluck enough food to feed all the families. It is good times for all. I don't plan the meals I just sign up for stuff. And don't tell anyone, but sometimes I just sign up for stuff that is easy for this lil' housewife. If is a choice between making some sort of fabulous dish and buying that same "fabulous" dish at the store, guess which one I choose? But every once in a while the wonderful woman who creates all the menus likes to spice it up and theme our dinners. Last week was Valentine's Day themed. Themed dinners do one of two things for me. 1) I have some extra time on my hands and therefore get excited to start planning for and making something theme wonderful! or 2) I get totally stressed out and it is all I think about and I can't stop until I figure something amazing out and I fall flat on my face. Last week was that for me.  In my brilliance, I decided that if I could buy a heart-shaped cookie cutter I could fake my adorable housewifeyness by making cheese quesadillas and have them be heart-shaped! Yay LOVE!

Problem #1. Heart-Shaped Cookie Cutter.
I don't know why it was ridiculously impossible for me to find a heart-shaped cookie cutter one week before Valentine's Day. My whole plan was riding on this ONE thing. But after searching at two or three different stores, including Target of all places, I had to compromise with one of those weird plastic containers where the two pieces fit together, thinking it would have to be the next best thing.   After next Tuesday, all of the retailers will have an evil laugh as they bring everything heart-shaped out of hiding, including that stupid cookie cutter, and try and mask their evilness with a half off sale sign. Jerks. 

Problem #2. Size.
So, I bought these giant tortillas and a whole bunch of cheese. My thought was that the medium sizeish weird plasticy kind of heart-shaped cookie cutter I bought could easily get 3-4 fun heart-shaped quesadillas out of each of the tortillas. This idea was "no bueno" once I attempted my first one. I quickly learned that I could only really get approximately 1.75 heart-shaped quesadillas out of the deal. Also, I was left with a lot of weird shaped extra quesadillas bits. What to do?  I know! I know! I will just cut them myself! *Insert emoticon of freaked out little dude with straight lips.* Worst Idea Ever.  Aftermath:

 All I can hear is that creepy "RI RI RI" music from the movie Psycho.

And if you not convinced of my heart-shaped FAIL here is a nice side-by-side comparison of what a heart should look like and what my hearts looked like:

So in conclusion-Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Don't have nightmares about my creepy Tim Burton movie inspired hearts. People ate them I swear.

Side Note- I have discovered and started stealing craft ideas from Pinterest. Pinterest is my new obesession. I don't go on the site unless i have at least 2 hours to kill.

Isn't it cute and happy?!? It is an olive oil bottle that I wrote the word JOY with hot glue and then spray painted white. LOVE IT. For realz.

For-eh-va

The title of this post is supposed to make you think of The Sandlot. I hope that was effective. I know that is has been about 4 months since my last post. In blog world that is like a million years. In five bullet points our less I will try to sum up my life over the last million years and maybe you will forgive me:
* I got a new job (yay!)
* That job is at a University which means I get to start my free master's program soon...which means I have had to spend time preparing/researching which one to choose before I started
* Mr. Z started his life as a real student doctor in a clinic working on real patients. Which is a huge improvement from this creepy thing:

* I don't know why I can never come up with five things, but trust me those three took a lot of time. Okay.

That being said I have some things to update you on. But first a story. 

Once upon a time when this Housewife was just a small princess she used to watch a show called Rescue 9-1-1. This show often had scary stories about real life people who's houses burned down from leaving a candle lit or a Christmas lit tree gone bad. Because of this Princess Housewife has one (of many) irrational fears of her house burning down from some odd ball house disaster. Que Wednesday night. 

Princess Housewife, "Husband I smell something burning! What is it!? We are going to die!"

Husband and Princess Housewife scramble around the small apartment attempting to find the source of burning smell. Princess Housewife notices smoke coming out of the dish washer. In the end, the travel mug lid never had a chance:

You think I would have learned my lesson when only a few months prior we lost two spoons in the same tragic situation:

So now that it has officially been one year and one month since we moved into the apartment I love I can now share decorating pictures with you! It has taken me a long time to get it together okay!

First the kitchen, color scheme inspiration for most of the house:

OoOoO cute. Reds and blacks and whites. 

Welcome to my living room and dining room:

Aaaannnnd the delightfully decorated bedroom:

The End. To conclude this lovely random blog, it was Mr. Z's bday this week:

I cannot take credit for the cake but I can take credit for the TEE LIGHT birthday candles. Because only a sophisticated housewife would have REAL ones.