Romantic Conversations of a Young Couple In Love

**Thursday night, Art was pretty tired**
Me: "Art, I love you, but you look like death."


**Yesterday, in the car**
Art: "Jenene, I'm glad you don't tick me off. As much. Anymore."


**This morning**
Art: "Man, I am so full of goat meat."
Me: "That's interesting. You know we're eating pancakes, right?"
Art: "Duh. What do you think the main ingredient of pancakes is?"


Yeah. Life is pretty exciting over here in Newlywedland. :)

Guess I Won't Be Eating For a While

*Warning: this post jumps around a lot.*

I just dumped out some old milk. Like, weeks old. It was..........creamy. And smelled pretty amazing too, and by "amazing" I mean gross-and-a-half!

And speaking of not eating, this is my Facebook status today: "Today I learned that oranges rot from the inside. Also, I didn't eat lunch. (Do the math.)"

Yeah. All I had were oranges for my lunch. And one of them was rotten. And normally I would be eating like a normal person, but we've been severely short on groceries this week. So I bought some today. Here's hoping there won't be another surprise bill being withdrawn from our checking account like there was today! Trying not to worry about seeing negative numbers...

And thanks for all the "burn concern." It's doing a lot better. Most of it looks like a tan now, though my right shoulder is still pretty red, and I can't sleep on that side. I'm no longer in pain. But now I'm itchy, cause I'm starting to peel. Fun stuff. Just my back though. Not my face or anything. So I don't have to be embarrassed in public. I just get to be embarrassed at home, where I have my charming husband to make fun of me!

I told someone young and single this weekend that the whole purpose of being married is to keep you humble, because your husband WILL tease you 24/7. It's all in good fun though. He never goes too far, so I'm never hurt by it.

We're still house hunting. And we could really use your prayers (even if they're just little ones) because our landlady was kind of pressuring us to give her a final answer, and she told us that if we didn't say for sure by Wed. morning, she would lock us into our lease until the end of August. So we told her yes, we're moving.

And we have no flippin' clue where we're moving to. We have three weeks to find something and get our stuff out of here. And please, don't anyone ask me what will happen if we don't find a place, because that is not an option, and if I dwell on it too much, I might explode.

Okay, I'm back from my break. (You didn't even know I was gone, did you? I totally left for an hour. And you were completely oblivious.) So we interrupt whatever I was babbling on about to tell you this: I just got my greencard in the mail today! Except it's a white card. Because not all greencards are actually green. It's just a term. And it expires in two years. So I'm a temporary permanent resident. I'm slightly confused.

What happens in two years? I become an even more permanent resident? How can you have degrees of "permanence"? I'm either permanent or I'm not. Whatever. Whatever with the government. I have the stamp in my passport and the card in my hands. Except it's not actually in my hands. It's on the coffee table in front of me.

Ooh, and I have some other cool news too: I'm off of double-checks at work now! As in, my training is done. Double-checks are basically what the sound like: anytime I entered a form into the database, I hand it off to my trainers so they can double-check my work to make sure I did it correctly. If I make a mistake, they hand it back to me, I correct it, and then I give it back to them so they can make sure I corrected it....correctly.

So anyway, I reached 95% accuracy a couple of days ago, so I'm now entering stuff all on my own! It's kind of exciting, and a little bit scary. I've been doing a lot of praying all of a sudden. Praying that I don't make any mistakes, and praying that if I do make a mistake, someone will catch it early on, and it won't become a problem later.

I think I'm going to have to do an entire post about what my job is. I mean, it's not complicated; it just takes a while to explain. Unless you know what a Purchase Order is. Then you won't need to read an essay about my work.

Anyway, I'm going now. I'm gonna finish my late dinner, and then we'll see. I've not been doing any cleaning at all, after last week's cleaning marathon, and I'm determined to hold off until tomorrow. (Geez, how many people have to hold themselves back from cleaning?)

So, if I don't check in again tomorrow (which I probably won't), have a great weekend!

America. Sunburn. Fireworks. Sunburn. Friends. Sunburn.

Did everyone have a great 4th of July weekend?

Did anyone else eat bbq'd ribs and watermelon and potato salad?

Did anyone else spend the entire day at a friend's grandparents' house?

Did anyone else watch a parade beside a friend with a toddler and a baby, and thus got a bit of candy too?

Did anyone else get to know some really cool people from Australia?

Did anyone else get to watch the fireworks from atop a windmill?

Did anyone else cling to their husband's sweater in pure delight during said awesome fireworks?

Did anyone else get the mother of all sunburns on their back and shoulders, and can now only sleep on their face and not wear a bra?

........Anyone? Just me?

Yeah, I had a great weekend, except for the sunburn part. You guys. I have basically been turned into a piece of human bacon. I don't think I've ever seen that shade of red on anyone's skin before. I'm just waiting for it to all fall off (okay, not really). And yes, we picked up some aloe vera gel. And it feels good when I put it on. But after a few seconds, I got back to that awful sensation like I have been whipped or something. I really with I could take a picture of it, because it is pretty shocking, and a little funny, but mostly excruciating.

I actually took painkillers at work this morning so I could get some work done.

But enough about that. We basically spent the whole weekend with Art's friend Cameron (who is back from China) and his whole family. He has a great family. They have a big beautiful house on a large property, so we got to blow up some fireworks there before watching the ones in town.

I feel bad that we didn't spend any time with Art's family, although his dad had to work, and Joe didn't go down to Oak Harbor at all, so.....yeah. Mom probably hung out with all her Filipino ladies, and Mari was only there for one day.

And we really did meet an Australian family with a couple of kids about our age. We basically have a great excuse to go Australia now. And after spending two solid days with them, I dreamed in Australian accent last night. It was so cool.

Hm, am I missing anything? Oh, on Sunday, after church, Cameron and two of his uncles took me and Art and the Australians out to do some shooting. As in, guns. The Australians had never even held a gun before, and since this was their first time to the US, and especially being Independence Day Weekend, well, we had to do it right. The guys shoulders are pretty sore though. Those shotguns pack a punch.

Yeah, it was a very American weekend.

And now I have to go take a shower. Which I am dreading. I'm really not sure how I am going to wash my hair without getting my back wet. And lifting my arms is kind of difficult.

Thankfully, I have a wonderful hubby who is doing the dishes for me. Because I'll be recovering from this one for a while.