Picture Novelty

I am just learning how to put pictures into my blogs(I am a bit behind I know). Here is a picture of my cute niece Bryn as she rips my fake eyelashes off at our wedding reception. I have another picture series of her kicking me in the bosom area until she figures out I have beads on my dress, then she starts rubbing my chest with her foot instead of kicking me. What a sweetheart!

Only in Idaho

Adam and I were introduced by our dear roommates Paige and Sean.  Paige and Sean were engaged at the time and soon thereafter married.  This was SO nice not only because we eventually got married too, but also because we had an instant best friend couple.  It was so fun because Paige and I were super pals and so were Adam and Sean so there was never any worry about the wives getting along but the husbands hating each other and vice versa.  

Since moving to Idaho, Adam and I have missed our wonderful friends SO much.  We have now started the arduous process of finding couple friends here in Idaho.  Adam's work had a company BBQ a few weeks ago and we started chatting with his coworker Dar and his cute pregnant wife Kara (sidenote: everyone in Idaho is either pregnant or has a child, we are the lone childless couple wandering the entire state).  It was pretty fun so we decided to go out to dinner with them the following week.  As the day approached I started to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, I finally figured out that it was the same feeling I used to get before a first date with a boy.  I realized at that moment that we are never done dating, we just do it in couples now.  I had the same anxiousness and anticipation that accompanied a date with a boy..."Could they be the one?  The couple that we could become best pals with?  Would our children grow up together and eventually get married?  Would we share camping trips and fourth of july celebrations?"  All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I got ready for the Big Date...

The evening started off normal enough, we met for dinner and chatted jovially about funny dating stories, families, the olympics etc.  Half way through the meal Adam informs me that after dinner we are going out to scout around Dar's hunting area to look for elk.  Dar apparently has a tag for an area west of Rexburg (for those of you non-hunters, a tag is a permission slip to kill a certain animal in a certain area.  You either buy them over the counter, or you get drawn out of a lottery for one.)  I didn't really want to go, but I couldn't be a spoil sport so we headed out to the area.  As we were driving around the farmland, all of a sudden we spot a herd of elk walking down a hill.  To put this into perspective Adam and I went hunting last October and we hiked for two days in the mountains, bush-wacking through forests and bushes and we only saw a handful of elk through binoculars, until the one he shot, and here they are basically walking up to us to ask for directions to the nearest alfalfa field.

Dar grabs his gun, I didn't even know he had a gun in the car, and after a few tense moments shoots one of the bulls.  So our first double date in Idaho ended with me holding up the legs while Adam and Dar gutted the elk and poor 8-months pregnant Kara held the flashlight. Hours later when we finally finished and were driving back home, Dar says to me, "What was your name again?"

Oh how we miss you Paige and Sean and the good old simple days of Grimaldi's!    

Me=Balloon

So something strange happened to me after I got married.  All of a sudden my body seemed to be swelling up like a balloon and I feared I may have contracted elephantitus on our honeymoon.  My clothes were not fitting anymore and I noticed that I couldn't suck my tummy into a concave shape anymore no matter how hard I tried.  Then I realized that I had fallen prey to marriage stereotype numero uno: I got fat.  Waaaaaahhhhh!!!!!

I tried to deny it for awhile by using the old excuses-my clothes had shrunk in the dryer, I was bloated from my period, blah blah blah, but the glaring truth came to a head one sad, depressing afternoon...

My dear friend Rose is engaged to a fabulous cello player named Zoran.  Zoran lives in Tucson and is very busy so I rarely see him.  About a month ago he was up in Phoenix so we all went to lunch to catch up on old times etc. etc.  Later that day I was chatting with Rose and I happened to mention how I thought I was gaining weight since the wedding, to which Rose replied these fateful words, "I know!  Zoran asked me if you were pregnant!"

shock and awe

It is one thing to privately think you are gaining weight, but it is quite another to have it confirmed out loud for all the world to hear, ok just me, but it was still humiliating.

Later I asked my mom if she had noticed if I had gained weight lately, and she replied, "Yes.  You and Adam are like two cows in a pasture.  One cow alone won't eat enough, but when there is competition for food, they will both eat as much as they can."

Did my mom just compare me to a cow????

It just kept getting worse and worse, culminating with me finally stepping on the scale and confirming that I was nearly out of my healthy weight range...sniff sniff...i love food...and candy...and cake...

Do not fret dear readers there is a happy ending in sight because here enters the hero of all heros:

WEIGHT WATCHERS(yippee!)

When we moved to Rexburg, I decided it was time for me to make some serious changes so I joined our tiny local branch of weight watchers.  I will tell you this, accountability works people.  I love and fear the moment when I step on that scale each week and they write down in my little book how much I have lost or gained.  That moment keeps me in check all week which is why I am telling you all about my embarrassing weight gain.  I figure if I am accountable to not only my WW leader, but to all my friends and family then I am going to be SUPER good (it worked for Kirsti Alley didn't it? hahahaha!).  So from here on out I am going to keep you all updated on my weight loss!  I know you are all thrilled...

Here is the tally so far to get you all pumped up...

     

In 3 weeks I have lost 7.8 pounds!

Heck I may even post a before and after picture like on tv (not in my bikini though)! However if I suddenly stop talking about it, you will have to assume that I have fallen off the wagon...into a pile of chocolate cake hopefully... Anyway, thanks for all your support (all 2 of you) and long live Weight Watchers!

New Beginning: New Blog

Hello Blogging World Old Friend!

Its been so long, so very long...I know what you are thinking, how could I possibly forsake the old cake blog, however with all the newness that has been happening (our new marriage, the move to rural idaho, and giving up soda) I thought it only appropriate to begin a new blog.

I wanted to entitle it Our Life in Rural Idaho:  The Angela and Adam Story, but it was too long so it ended up Our Story.  Hopefully our wild antics will entertain, enlighten, and yes inspire open weeping, but if it doesn't then at least it will provide a way to put off work a little longer.

So here goes...let the games begin, and don't worry I ate a ginormous piece of chocolate cake tonight for dinner...