Green Goodness

I think we all know that I am no Martha in the kitchen, but I thought since I didn't have school tonight, I'd try to make an effort to celebrate St. Patty's Day a little.

Yep, spinach tortellini with green alfredo sauce, green buttered garlic bread, asparagus with green balsamic garlic sauce and green Gatorade.

Corny? Yep. But it was quite tasty if I do say so myself. I think Rob could have taken it or left it. The green sauce threw him off a bit. So there...don't say I can't be festive. ☺

It's a growin'!

My hair is now officially long enough to be put into a halfway decent looking ponytail.

BIG day for me, I tell ya.

Rob's been missing my long hair ever since I gave it the big chop. I think he's happier about the ponytail than I am.

I guess it doesn't take much to make us happy! ☺

I never thought I'd see the day...

As hard as it is for me to admit it, I have just got to do it.

I am a proud owner of a Snuggie. Not just any Snuggie, a pink Snuggie.

Yep, gag...that's right...a Snuggie.

The Robster gifted it to me (cuz he ♥'s me), and got himself one in blue. I couldn't bring myself to don it though. I tried to fight it for several days, but Rob kept wearing his and he looked so dang warm, while I was just freezing.

Finally the other day he got sick of hearing me whine about being cold so he pulled my pink Snuggie out of the box and wrapped it around me.

No, surprisingly, my flesh didn't burn at the touch. It actually would have purred if it could. Since that moment we've been nearly inseparable, and I don't see our relationship ending any time soon. I just wish he would've gone with something other than pink. ☺

My new specialty

My stitches are supposed to dissolve, but instead came loose/untied and they had been bothering me all weekend!

While I was at Target yesterday I picked up some manicure scissors and alcohol wipes with full intention of taking them out myself.

As soon as I got into my car I busted the goods out, along with my tweezers set I keep in my make up case. I proceeded to pull down my visor mirror, clean off my 'tools' and take out what stitches I could see.

I guess this was weird enough, because the man who pulled in next to me gave me the weirdest look. I think that I am ready to be a surgical intern...or at least on the cast of Grey's Anatomy, don't ya think? ☺

Not to worry, I didn't take them ALL out...just the loose ones that were bothering me. I am not completely stupid...I'd seen my Dad take out stitches before. That ought to count for some clinical hours, right? ☺

I have a post op appointment tomorrow to have things checked out and I am a little hesitant to reveal my parking lot 'procedure' to the Doc when he inquires about my missing stitches.

Hmm...how can I put a spin on that??

Do you Twitter?

I thought I would give it a try...can't promise that I will stick with it though. Only problem is, I don't really know anyone else who uses it...just people from work who I don't want to 'twit' with. But apparently it's supposed to be really cool??

I thought it was something just 'the young kids did', but looks like I am wrong...Ashton, Demi, Diddy and John Mayer do it too. Does that make me a groupie if I follow them?

Let me know if you do, so I can get the whole feel of it. Check us me out on Twitter under robnwin.