Bullets

I've got a big post with updates and pics and the whole shebang, but right now I'm sitting outside while Dub races the (free and handed down to us four years ago) Jeep up and down the road, so I just thought I'd pull some pics off my phone and share some bullets with you.  I know you're devastated not to get the whole shebang, but good things come to those who wait!!

-I can tolerate a disasterous, disorganized, child infested house.  As long as my kitchen and pantry are ship shape.  Someone mentioned to me the other day that they were surprised I was organized in the pantry, and I get it.  I'm a wreck, I usually don't even have on a clean shirt.  But my pantry...it's just not good.  It messes with my mind if it's a wreck.  Same with the kitchen, I can't function if there's shit all over the counters.  I don't care if my cabinets and drawers are bursting at the seams with piles and piles shoved in there, as long as it's not on the counter.  Or in the pantry.

Anyway.  So that was the first thing I tacked.  This tiny house has an AMAZING kitchen, with two pantries!! So I have one for snacks and diapers and art supplies and laundry, and then my cooking pantry.  Don't get me started on the odds and ends one, I'm trying to pretend it doesn't exist right now because...it's a wreck.

My before, but I'd already obviously done a little work in there.

I got a lamintor (I've been wanting one FOREVER!!) and printed off some AMAZINGLY CUTE labels from Better Homes and Gardens, then glued those suckers to all my tupperware type pieces.  

 As an aside, I have WAAAAY too many clear plastic tubs.  Big ones, little ones, medium ones... never in a million years would twenty different households be able to utilize all of my tubs.  Not gonna happen.

But I can't bear to part with a single piece.

And my after.  Still needs some work, and things are a little out of whack because Scott got his own breakfast, but you know me, gotta keep it real.    We have to store our office supplies in there because there's not any room in this teeny tiny house for a proper desk, but whatever.  It's just a year, maybe three.  I've learned I can survive anything for just a year or three, you know?

Let's see, what else....oh yeah!

-Have ya'll tried these?

Now, I'm sure you remember that I JUST NOW started eating seafood.  And I don't LOVE it, but I can tolerate some grilled or broiled tilapia.  And I've made tuna every now and then because as far as WW goes, you get a LOT of bang for your buck.  I also subscribe to Hungry Girl, and she was raving about these pouches a few weeks ago, so when I saw them at the commissary (I love Hawaii for that reason alone- the commissary.  When you need something, you go to the commissary...and they have it!! IT'S AMAZING!!!) I picked up a few flavors.  So far, that's the only one I've tried, and it's FANTASTICAL.  I threw two ounces on top of one of those bag salads and it was yummy yummy.  No fishy taste at all.  Although if I'm going to be totally honest, I did pour on some ranch.  Not an obscene amount, and it would have been just as good with some spritzer dressing from wishbone, but I was in a ranch mood.  And I 'worked out' this morning, so I felt like I deserved it.  YUM.

-Also at the commissary? This little gem.  I can't wait to dive in.  We LOVE American made Mexican here at casa de Engelbrecht.  LOVE.  Love love love.  Not sure how many more times I'm going to say it.  I'm already ready (already) to try the first two recipes, one for shrimp and one for pulled pork style chicken.  I'll keep you posted.  You lucky dog.

Yes, I bite my nails.  And I never make a New Year's Resolution to stop biting my nails, because I LIKE to bite them.  Duh, that's why I do it.  It's not a nervous habit or a twitch or anything, I just like to bite my nails.  So does everyone else who bites theirs, they just won't admit it to you.  But I'm not ashamed.  I like to bite my nails.  If that bothers you, you can bite ME :)

-When I went to grab my purse (Daisy if off the bottle AND off formula, so I don't need a diaper bag anymore!!!) I got a fun little surprise.

Sup Woody?!?!

-How Normal Rockwell is my life getting? The BEST part of moving here to Hawaii is that ALL (two) of my Guam friends moved with us!! One of them lives RIGHT down the road, so we invited ourselves over this weekend when both our stupid husbands had to stupid work on a stupid Saturday.

Ride faster, they just let the prisoners out of the Brig for yard time!!

-It's almost impossible to take a picture of your own ear.  But I muddled thru, so I could show you how talented my baby sister is.  She made me these and another pair, and I think I can rope her into making me a few necklaces too.  It's a crappy picture, but aren't they TOTALLY my style?!?!

-Lastly, Nick and I started watching Homeland last night.  We don't ever splurge for the movie channels (hence watching Peurto Rican Game of Thrones on youtube) but we got a year of showtime free with our cable here, so we decided to see what all the hype was about.

The reason there's so much hype about Homeland is simple: it's fricking GOOD.  Intense.  And hello, Angela Chase.  What could be better? The only problem is that the guy is (OF COURSE) from Band of Brothers and Nick is all worked up because he was such a good guy in Band of Brothers, he doesn't want to even consider that he might be a terrorist.  DO NOT GIVE ME ANY SPOILERS.  I WILL CUT YOUR FACE.

Also, if anyone else splurges for HBO, I'll give you five dollars if I can come watch Game of Thrones when it starts back up.  And another five if you tell me when it starts back up.