Resses Pleasses!

Last night Drew and I didn't have any plans, which rarely happens. I feel like we're always going somewhere, doing something, or meeting someone. I love staying busy like that, but every once in a while its nice to have nothing planned. So, after dinner we decided to go to the grocery store and get stuff to make gingerbread houses!

Well, my husband is... amazing. He's one of those people that you love to hate becasue they're so dang good at everything. But I don't hate him for that... he's my hero. His gingerbread house (which we actually made with graham crackers becasue it's cheaper, easier, and in my opinion more delicious) was incredible. I am biased when it comes to my husband, becasue he's my favorite, but his ginger bread house was truly amazing. It looked like an architect had made it. Just look at the dimensions that house has!

I was too timid to try anything fancy, but I liked mine becasue it had a reeses pieces roof and a Christmas tree out in front.


Yes, yes, I know it's not even Thanksgiving yet... but it's Christmas time in the Petersen house!

A good omen for the day

Today is going to be a great day... why? Well, I just finished the laundry and every sock had a pair! Hooray!

HGTV is my ESPN

Sunday is lazy day at the Petersen home. After two services at church, meeting with friends afterwards, and running errands, we're usually ready to get home and crash. Today that meant laying in front of the TV in our pajamas. My favorite.

As Drew was flipping through some channels he passed by HGTV (Home and garden channel) and Design on a Dime was on. I told him that I hated that show because I am usually so disappointed in the outcomes of the rooms. I yell at the people and say things like, "Why would you do that!" and "OH come on... that was HORRIBLE!" and "You can do better than that, don't let me down!" Like a guy would yell at the quarterback for throwing an interception. I bet if someone wasn't watching TV with me, but they could hear me yelling they might put money down that I was watching some kind of sport.

Now I can understand why guys get so into sports. But for me, it's not a football team that I get worked up over. It's depressing seeing such great rooms lose to such awful designers.

Note: There are some shows that I love on HGTV. Quite a few in fact, and those are the designers that I cheer for and get excited about watching in action.

I never thought I would see the day...

Today, on Martha Stewart, Snoop Dog was her guest. Seriously. I would bet that even the best story teller in the world, would never even think to put those two in the same story... let alone be the same kitchen.

Snoop dog... on Martha Stewart?

The hood vs. the Hampton's...
The rebel vs. the traditional...
The gangsta vs. the cupcake...
The bling master vs. the cashmere queen...
Fried Chicken vs. Grilled Chicken with Kumquat-Lemongrass Dressing...

Like a train wreck, I watched- in complete fear- as Martha and Snoop made mashed potatoes.

They pealed the "ski-zins", talked about his posse, learned some vocab words that Snoop said were "essential to sound cool in da hood." Oh, and my favorite part? They talked about his new Christmas Album, featuring songs such as Santa Clause goes strait to the ghetto, Christmas in the Ghetto, and Party 4 da Homies. I looked this up becasue I thought he was kidding. But, I should have known better. I would like to be in the car with Martha or making mashed potatoes with her, when she listens from the beginning to the end of Snoops entire Christmas CD. I'm not sure what she would say or what would happen... but I am pretty sure I wouldn't want to miss it.

Also, I started keeping track of how many times Snoop asked what they were making. And, in 10 minutes Martha had to remind him 12 times that they were making mashed potatoes*.

The rest of the show wasn't worth watching, becasue I think that Martha is awkward, and I like her magazine much better... but I just couldn't change the channel while snoop was in her kitchen.

* This is why you shouldn't do drugs.

Thanks Alyssa...

So I'm not a huge fan of being tagged, but I am a huge fan of the lovely lady who tagged me, Alyssa Maine, so I will set aside my selfish desire to not blog and I will blog.

Ok seven random facts about myself...

1. I never sneeze just once. Never. My sneezes almost always come in two-zies... but I do remember sneezing nine times in a row once. I know, pretty impressive.

2. I know every single word to these Disney soundtracks: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Peter Pan, Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland, Sword in the Stone, and Aladdin. Also, as a side note, I still love watching all of these movies. Drew say's that it doesn't bug him when I sing along, but I have a feeling that my tone-deafness will get to him over time.

3. I would rather wear pajamas. I love shopping, LOVE IT, maybe more than I should... but my favorite thing to wear is pajamas.

4. I think the man on the Quaker oatmeal box is creepy. I don't know what it is about him, maybe his hat, or scary smile. But, I'm pretty sure that if I was ever living my worst nightmare he would be hiding in my closet... I just got shivers thinking about how scary that would be.

5. I can't go to sleep unless I am surrounded by pillows. More specifically, I can't sleep without my body pillow. I've had it for a few years, and it looks worn and pathetic, but I'm addicted. You can't judge a pillow by it's outside... it's the coziest thing I own.

6. I love Seattle. I love the weather and I love that you can walk everywhere, or take the bus. One day I would love to live in Seattle and own my own little coffee shop that Drew and I live above. *sigh*

7. I have to have coffee everyday.

So there you go, seven random facts about me. If it's ok, I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you would like to be tagged... consider yourself tagged.