Lay off me, I'm starving

Weeks and weeks ago, I decided to pick up a couple cheeseburgers from Burgerville.  I love you, Burgerville!

I got these cheeseburgers because Jesse had asked me to pick him up from school that night.  If I don't eat when I'm hungry, I get what's known as Low-Blood-Sugar-Cranky-Butt-Disorder.  It's not pretty.  It wasn't so bad until after we got married.  Turns out when you know the guy is going to stick around, you don't hide the Cranky Butt as much.

Me, while dating:  "Oh no, I can wait another two hours to eat!  No problem!"  sucks in stomach 

Me, while married:  "Well, I SAID I was hungry half an hour ago, so yeah, I'm still hungry WOULD YOU PULL OVER."  Pretty.  Is what it's not.  For the sake of our marriage, I try to eat before I see him if I'm hungry.

Anyway.  Cheeseburgers.  I was eating the first one when I tasted something odd.  Not like, kitchen-cleaner-odd, just food-that-isn't-normally-in-a-burger-odd.  And I sat there for a good 30 seconds to a minute trying to figure out what the flavor was that I was tasting.

Celery, guys.  It was celery.  I can honestly say that with years of mastering the ability to pick green vegetables out of potato salad that I haven't had celery in probably a decade.

(Oh, and on another note?  Jesse had me eat a banana last weekend which was literally the first time I've eaten a banana in it's regular state in at least nine years.  And that is not an exaggeration.  There's a whole uninteresting story behind why I don't eat bananas, but this is not the time.)

So I decided to write that story on a blog I read, and I got such comments as:

"Celery on a burger?!?"

"Who puts CELERY on a hamburger?"

"Celery on a burger? That is just so wrong, I can't even comprehend it."


You may notice not one of those comments said anything about my ATROCIOUS DIET.  Hi, mom.


Okay, cat:

Aaaaand we have a new follower.  Sandra with Absolutely Narcissism!  Thank you for encouraging me to think the world needs my blog fodder.  Fodddd-eeeerrrrrrr.

Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands.

Have I ignored you long enough?  Yes?  Are you sure?  Because I could leave for a little bit longer, if you enjoyed the silence.

Even though I've been missing (and as a side effect, boring) for the past week or so, I've gotten two new followers!  I know, I don't understand it either.

First up we have NessaKnit.  She's Australian.  And since we are all from America we think she is fabulous.  Am I right or am I right?

And then we have The Empress from Good Day, Regular People, which slays me, because it's like, you know, like she's an Empress and everyone that visits her is a regular people.  Wait, she's calling me a regular people.  Unfollow.

Speaking of getting more followers even though I'm not updating, I got a couple MORE followers on my twitter account.  It's mind-bottling.

Okay, well.  I'm back in bidniss.  Here are a few photos of our adventure at the Japanese Gardens.

"Here's a good idea. Have a POINT."

Hi.

I've been sick.

Do you ever get the feeling when you're sick that you are the most dull, boring, boring person in the world?  I don't know how anyone could find me interesting right now.  Jesse, you made a mistake pairing up with me.  I'm so dull.  And I can talk about cats for like 2 hours before realizing it.

We went to the Japanese Gardens on Saturday and had a Star Wars marathon with BRITTNEY and BRACKEN before I got sick.  I'll post pictures later.  Because, if I posted them now, that would be interesting.  And I am dull right now.

"Camping's a tradition in my family." "Hey, it was a tradition in everyone's family, 'til we came up with a house."

Well, everything has been very non-sucky lately, which is great on a personal level, but slightly boring on a blog level.

EXCEPT (whooo boy) Brittney and Bracken are back in Portland!!  Well, they're in Gresham, but that is an insanely better drive than going to Coos Bay.  Oh how we missed our BrittBrack.  OH HOW WE DID.  And, I will allow Brittney a few weeks to get settled in and get internet access, and then she does not get off the hook until she blogs again.  She just went on a roadtrip to Wyoming and homegirl needs to BLOG.  Please head over there and bother her.

I found a disposable camera like 8 months ago in our truck before we abandoned it on that forsaken car lot, and I came across it again last week.  Did you know some of them have expiration dates?  I know, right!  It was two years expired, but I had high hopes.  The film was ripped so they only got 16 shots out of it, but there is a whole series of photos from a camping trip I took with Brittney and Evan (you know Evan, I named my car after him.  He's back in the states now, so his blog I'm Evan and I'm in Iceland should be changed to I'm Evan and I'm in Tacoma, Washington Feel Bad For Me).

That's Evan.

That camping trip was awesome.  And by "awesome" I mean, I haven't gone camping since.  Why do people go camping?

"My parents never took me camping, you know why?  'Cause they loved me."  -- Jim Gaffigan

The summer I was engaged to that man of mine, Britt, Evan and I got together for the 2nd annual BrittEvanKatie get-together.  Sure, we can go camping!  Sounds like a great idea!  There was no firewood around the area.  Which didn't matter because we couldn't get a fire started anyway.  But I said hey, no wussing out.  No waking up tomorrow morning and saying "Want to get breakfast at Kozy Kitchen?"  Needless to say we drove in to town and had breakfast bright and early the next morning, and I got a horrible sunburn just in time for a wedding I was the maid of honor for.  However.  Here are the photos of us with gummy bears. (And yes, we did eventually get a fire started when we walked around the campground and someone was selling firewood and fire starters.)

Gummies roasting on an open fire...sunburn nipping on my skin... I know it's been said, many times, many ways...I hate camping, I-I hate...camp...ing.

I did have a good time (obviously), don't get me wrong.  It's just...I like showering without such a high risk of getting hepatitis.

Alright, new followers!  Susan's friend Jessica FINALLY started following me.  And my friend Jennifer started following me as well, along with Tarunita from Me and My Life.  Thanks, guys!

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