No More Cupcakes, Please!

Sometimes Louise is a ditz. Sometimes she doesn't pay attention to what she's doing. Like the time she put the macaroni in the pan before the water. Or the time she spilled root beer on the original hard wood floors of that museum.

Today we had to bake a double batch of cupcakes because Louise poured in two cups of water when she knew full well that the recipe called for one.

Lance in his element. (We had to go to Bashas' to get more eggs and a box of cake mix to match the one Louise had destroyed.)

A dozen so far and still a lot to go.


Louise taking out the second load.

Anyone want a cupcake? We have a couple dozen left!

My New Addiction: Vinegar

I really don't know what started the whole thing. Whether it was my mom's initiative to learn how to make her own vinegar, or if my last encounter with Scrubbing Bubbles caused me to make the switch. All I know is I'm addicted to distilled white vinegar.

I use it on everything!

• Getting the grapejuice stains out of the carpet and our lovely new quilt. (Spray on, let sit, then rinse with cold water. As if it never happened!)
• Killing mildew in the shower. (Spray on, let sit, scrub out with baking soda and toothbrush.) Before: After:
• Getting dried milk out of the bottom of a cup. (Sometimes just warm water doesn't work.)
• Making towels more absorbent. (Throw in 1/2-1 cup in with your normal detergent.)

I love this stuff! I've replaced most of my household cleaners with it. (Except the "green" ones I got at my bridal shower. Thanks Hannah and Amanda!) It kills just as many germs as bleach and cleans just as well as Scrubbing Bubbles without the chemicals, nauseating smells, and the cracked, dry, bleeding hands. Of course, you have to get over associating pickles with that "fresh clean smell".

The Beginning

We're slowly but surely moving in. It can be at times a very painful process (we keep stubbing our toes on boxes!), but it's fun figuring out where things can go.

Lance pulling gifts out of the car. (Notice the snow-capped mountain in the background. Yay!)

Louise looking gangsta.

Some lovely (and loud) gold-breasted friends watching us labor.

Lance took a while with this picture, which is why Louise looks very awkward.At the Thatcher mall (Wal-Mart.)Louise never wants to see another zip-tie for the rest of her life!After we de-boxed the living room/bedroom, we killed ourselves some zombies via Lance's birthday present: Resident Evil 5.Louise attempted to surprise Lance with dinner while he was at class. He came home before she could finish.