Potato incident of 2012

It's 9:48am, Thursday the 19th of July. I woke up today to sun shining through my curtains and thoughts of a great breakfast involving a "potato patty" aka potato pancake, made from last nights mashed potatoes and bacon wrapped chicken. For those who don't know me, I'm a big potato fan, if you haven't guessed this already. Potato patties are my favorite breakfast food. Their fried mashed potato patties covered in butter. So. good.

I detached Elizabeth from my boob. ( She's been using my warlocks as a pacifier lately) Threw on some pants, as it was surprisingly a little chilly in the house today, put some socks on Bean and made my way to the kitchen. I took a pan out and turned the stove on to get it ready for potato cookin'. Opened the fridge where I thought would be a cute little tupper ware container filled with delicious goodness.

Nothing. 

Potatoes = Gone.
I then remembered Frank. Frank. That great husband of mine. That husband of mine who mentioned to me last night at dinner that he was making extra chickens to bring to work today for lunch. He must of taken the potatoes to make a full meal out of it. My breakfast potatoes. My potatoes. 


You can only imagine how devastated I was considering as of right meow our cupboards only consist of the following: 

- 4 things of chicken Top Raumen. 
- 2 things of beef Top Raumen. 
- 2 bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos. ( I hate regular Cheetos) 
- Half a bag of marshmallows
- Oatmeal.


Oh and Bean's rice cereal/ bebe food which if you ask me would be really weird if I included that in a list of food I bought for myself to eat.
Our fridge also has a big bag of  "Cutie" oranges which taste like sausages from our current camping trip.

I won't be eating those.

I googled this. My potatoes never look this fancy but taste most excellent none the less. 

It's now Sunday...the 22nd. Sigh. So much for me actually finishing blogs "on time". We went and got more food so I am no longer dying of nutrition. As a nursing Mama, having food is pretty essential at this point. About 6 more months and I'll no longer have to be sober! Do you realize I have been sober ( from everything ) since I found I was pregnant? Other than Tyler's 21st birthday - I had ONE drink and of course felt completely guilty about it. I'm aware I'm "aloud" to have a drink here and there but I really don't see the point in having A drink unless I plan to get at least a little tipsy. Of course, since I'm so "small" and hadn't drank any alcohol in about a year at that point, that one drink gave me a nice warm buzz which I fully enjoyed until I got home. Frank and I's first year anniversary is coming up, so I might enjoy a glass of wine then too. We'll see.

Sven just spilt his water bowl. You can tell this house we're living in currently isn't built well. At all. Every time something spills, such as Sven's water, it always leaks in one direction and I have to hurry up to catch it before it starts to pool onto the carpet. So ready to move. As much as I love this home, the view is fantastic and being close to Mom & Dad is great, I can't stand how poorly everything is put together. I'd also really, REALLY enjoy a bathtub and bathroom that is separate from the laundry room. I have to keep repeating to myself, " At least there's a washer and dryer".

This has been my desktop image for the past year.