More than you care to know...

Monday, August 31, 2009

I've seen this on so many blogs lately, and I love reading about bloggy friends and their spouses, so I thought I'd follow along.

What are your middle names?
Stephanie Alene (my favorite aunts' name)
Joseph Charles (Joey's grandpas' name)

How long have you been together?
We had our first date in February of 1998... and never looked back. So 11 years and 5 months.

The best 11 and a half years of my life!

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Hmmm... maybe 6 months? I mean, we went to the same church, and were in the same Bible study, but were dating other people so we didn't necessarily pay attention to each other. Well, he says he paid attention to me, but we're not talking about that...

Who asked whom out?
Oh dear, this could get messy. I guess on our first "technical" date, he asked me out. But they kind of all run together in my mind.

Where was your first date?
We went to see Titantic then somehow ended up downtown at the Riverwalk (bad idea, there was a Spurs game) and got stuck in the parking garage for about an hour in his non-airconditioned truck. Still, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

How old are each of you?
I'm 31 (did I just say that?), he's 30.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
That would be mine, since he doesn't have any. It's a sad, sad world.

Do you have any children together?
Yeah, that didn't take long. We're pretty fertile. Our daughter, Ashton, is 9 and our son, Taylor, just turned 6.

What about pets?

Did you go to the same school?
Funny story. We went to the same elementary, middle, and high school, but we never met until after we graduated. This could have to do with the fact that he was just a wee babe when we were in school, but...

Are you from the same home town?
Basically. I was born in Amarillo (lived there for 3 months), then moved the Ft. Worth while my dad went to Seminary. Then we moved to South Carolina for 4 years, then here to San Antonio. I've lived here for 24 years, so I call this home.

Joey was born and raised here and has never been out of his cocoon. I kid, I kid. Not really.

Who is the smartest?
I am, Of course.

Again, I kid.

Actually, I don't. Is it wrong for me to say I'm the smartest? I think Joey would say I'm the smartest. In fact he's said it before. Joey is actually very smart, don't get me wrong, but he does like to make up words that don't exist and keep right on talking. It's quite funny.

Who is more sensitive?
I'm gonna go with Joey on this one, unless someone has hurt my boy child. Otherwise, suck it up. There's no room for whining around these parts.

Seriously, I'm just not very sensitive. It's really something I need to work on.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Well it used to be Buffalo Wild Wings, but we've recently made the switch to Wing Stop. We're big wing lovers.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Playa del Carmen, Mexico. It's our favorite place to go anytime we have a chance.

Who has the craziest exes?
Um.... Alex, I'll take Joey for $500, please.

Who has the worst temper?
We're pretty even on that one. If we're in an argument, I've got him beat any day. If he's fixing something/putting something together, etc., it's best if I pack up and take the kids to a foreign country.

Seriously. Our passports are current.

Who does the cooking?
Cooking? What's that? Oh, you mean that big metal appliance thingy in the kitchen? The one that gets hot when you turn the knobs and makes the smoke alarms go off? Oh... yeah, that would be Joey.

Who is more social?
ME!!!! Joey likes to be with friends too, but when he's had his fill, he's done. I could, as a general rule, party all night.

Who is the neat-freak?
Our maid. Our house will be very sad to see her go in just a few short weeks. *sob*

Who is more stubborn?
Both of us. And our children. This a real problem.

Who hogs the bed?
Joey. We have a king size bed and I'm lucky if I get half of my own pillow and a quarter of the bed. It's a good thing I'm small.

Who wakes up earlier?
I do.

Who has the bigger family?
I do. Joey is an only child and his mom is an only child. That make for a really small family. (Not to mention a really spoiled husband.)

Do you get flowers often?
I used to when we were dating and first married, but the longer we've been together, the more I realized that they just die. So now I prefer things that last longer and mean more. Don't get me wrong, I still love flowers, like these that he sent to the office on our 10 year anniversary - aren't they gorgeous?

How do you spend the holidays?
House hopping. It's very tiring, but necessary. And we love our family, so we do it happily.

Who is more jealous?
Jealousy is such an ugly word.

How long did it take to get serious?
A week? Maybe less? I don't know... I knew immediately that I was going to marry Joey. We had our first date at the end of February 1998 and got engaged on May 1, 1998. If you want to read Joey's "stalker" version of our dating relationship, click here. It's completely falsified, but humorous, yes. I'll give him that.

Who eats more?
Joey does, but unfortunately it's all healthy. YUK!

Who does the laundry?
As a general rule, I do, but Joey helps on a regular basis. That's why I love him (well, one of the millions of reasons why), he's always helping me with things like this. Let's face it, I'm no Molly Maid. I've been known to wash and never fold. Really, what's the point? It's just going to be worn and get tossed right back in the dirty clothes anyway. It's a vicious cycle.

Who’s better with the computer?
We're both pretty computer savvy, but he's certainly better.

Who drives when you are together?
He does. In fact, this is what he does when he drives, remember?

Hmmm, maybe I should be driving...

Now, do you know more than you ever wanted to?

Yeah, I thought so.

Stephanie cooks. People smile. Nobody dies.

Friday, August 28, 2009

It's no secret that I don't cook.

It's also no secret that when I attempt to cook, sometimes the smoke alarms have been known to go off. So when I text Joey on his way home from the gym that I've made dinner and he replies with, "should I finish my protein shake?", as a general rule I'm not offended.

Last night, however, I made Big Mama's Meatball Sandwiches, so I texted him back and told him to step away from the protein shake and get home as quickly as possible because even the kids were liking these!

Just call me Betty Crocker.

(Here's the recipe as I made it. I altered it only slightly to use ingredients that I had on hand. For Big Mama's comedic version, click on link above.)

Big Mama's Meatball Sandwiches

What you need:

  • 1 pound ground turkey (Big Mama uses beef, but we only use turkey in our house. That's how we roll.)
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/2 cup parmesan flavored bread crumbs
  • 1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 tsp. pepper
  • 1/2 tsp. garlic powder
  • 1/2 tsp. onion powder
  • 1 jar of your favorite spaghetti sauce (I used Ragu Margarita flavored. YUM!)
  • 1 package of french bread sandwich rolls
  • Sliced mozzarella cheese
  • butter

    How you make it:

    1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
    2. In a large bowl, mix together the (raw) ground turkey with the next 7 ingredients (just like you would if you were making meatloaf).
    3. Roll into meatballs approximately 3 inches or so in diameter and place on a cookie sheet. (Mine made 10 meatballs.)
    4. Bake for about 20 minutes.
    5. Turn them and cook another five minutes.
    6. Pour sauce into large pot on the stove. Add meatballs.
    7. Let simmer for about 15 minutes.
    8. While sauce and meatballs are simmering, place the sandwich rolls open and face up on a cookie sheet.
    9. Spread each one with plenty of butter.
    10. Broil them in the oven until they are slightly (SLIGHTLY) brown and then pull them out.
    11. Cover them with as many mozzarella cheese slices as you feel are appropriate.
    12. Place them back in the oven and broil them until the cheese is melted.
    13. Slice the meatballs in half and place on the sandwich. (You’ll use about 2 meatballs per sandwich.)
    14. Pour a little bit of the sauce over the meatballs.

    I have never had a meatball sandwich before in my life, my kids are maybe the pickiest eaters in the world, and my hubby is not fond of 99% of anything I make (and for good reason - see sentences 1 and 2 of post), but this was a hit. You should definitely try it.

    And I bet you thought I was done. HA! Nope. I actually cooked again. If you follow me on Twitter you already know about this, but since we haven't actually eaten this yet, you'll have to wait to hear about this one until Monday.

    Stay tuned...


    Thursday, August 27, 2009

    This morning on my way to work, while listening to the radio, I had a revelation.

    The kind where I realized that I wasn't exactly the person I wanted to be - or maybe even the person I thought I was.

    I know I'm not a bad person, but there are times when it hits me like a freight train that I'm just not the person that I want to be. Times when I think, "When other people look at me, do they see what I want them to see?" And not in a self-righteous way, don't get me wrong. I just don't want to live my life everyday, and then one day realize that I've completely wasted my time on earth.

    I believe that we only have one chance.

    I believe that when I die, I will answer for the good things (and the not-so-good things) that I've done with my time.

    I believe that God expects more from me than simply living.

    What am I doing? Am I making a difference? Am I truly loving people? Am I serving anyone other than myself?

    These are the questions that flooded my mind this morning...

    Everyone needs to be pampered...

    Wednesday, August 26, 2009

    Several months ago, Ashton began asking begging for highlights in her hair. And by begging, I literally mean asking me about every 5 seconds for the last 3 months.

    Saturday I finally took her to my salon (No, I didn't pay my stylist a million dollars to highlight her hair. Do I look like I'm made of money? She's only 9, remember!) and my stylists' assistant added some highlights to her hair.

    She has been looking forward to this day ever sense I made the appointment 3 weeks ago.

    Funny thing though, I think she was almost more excited about getting her hair washed and head massaged. (I don't blame her, though. I really like that part too.)

    Of course, I couldn't leave Taylor out. With his shaggy longer hair it seems that every time we take him somewhere they just want to cut it all off. I knew that he could get a fabulous cut at my salon, but he wasn't nearly as excited as Ashton. Boys...

    They both looked fabulous, I promise, but I don't have after shots. They were worn out (and starving!) by the end, but oh so good looking!

    First day of school jitters?

    Monday, August 24, 2009

    Well, not so much about the jitters.

    I mean, Ashton is in the 4th grade, so she's a big fish this year and knows the drill.

    Taylor? Well, he may be in Kinder, but he's so ready to go to school. Last night he laid out his clothes and we set his alarm. This morning, he got up on own, got dressed, fixed his hair, and ran downstairs! I was cooking breakfast (well, I was putting cinnamon rolls in the oven, don't get too excited!) and he proceeded to jump and down telling me how excited he was... about PE!!!

    I didn't have the heart to tell him they don't have PE everyday.

    Poor things. Their backpacks were so heavy. Daddy was carrying Taylor's while Ashton just had to suck it up until we dropped him off. Then I carried it. :)

    Momma's little boy...

    Every little boy needs a good pep-talk from their daddy, right? (Love it.)

    There he is. All grown up. It won't be long until he'll be starting college. (*cue the waterworks*)

    And this is what you get when you try to take a picture of a 4th grader. (She really was sweet, she just didn't want me embarrassing her in her skinny jeans, vintage tee, and new converse. Well excu-use me!)

    I'm sure they're having a fabulous day, but yes, I'll spend my entire day staring at the clock and checking the website to see what they're doing at that time.

    And I really hope Taylor has PE today.

    Meet the teacher

    Friday, August 21, 2009

    Last night we had "Meet the Teacher" for Ashton and Taylor.

    First we went to meet Ashton's teacher, whom she's hoping is nicer that last year's teacher (her words). I'm just hoping she doesn't get in trouble for twirling her hair quite as much this year as she did last year.

    But hey... I still do that, so...

    The whole time we were in Ashton's classroom, Taylor kept saying things like, "Are you going to walk me to class so I don't get lost?" and "When you stop walking me to class, then Ashton can walk me." and "What is PE?"

    He was a bit nervous until we actually got to his class. We met his teacher and I think he's going to love her. She's young and pretty and seems very nice. I made him pinky-promise that he would not throw any tantrums for his new teacher.

    He double pinky-promised. I'm hoping it will be a good year.

    Have a great weekend!

    And the party goes on and on and on...

    Thursday, August 20, 2009

    Taylor's birthday party was last Saturday, and since it's hotter than Hades here in South Texas, what better way to celebrate than by spending the afternoon in the pool?

    Everyone had tons of fun, except when I begged these boys (birthday boy in the middle) to pose for a picture. At least they faked it...

    This is how Taylor looked while opening all of his presents. Classic.

    His old bicycle (that he'd had since he was 3, I think) was a bit small, so it was time for an upgrade.

    Funny story... he wanted a Star Wars party, so I sent out SW invitations, bought SW plates, napkins, the works. When it was time to buy the cake, I couldn't find a SW cake anywhere.

    So he had an Indian Jones cake. Ashton called it his Indian Wars party.

    Yesterday was his actual birthday and Joey took the day off to spend with the kids. Taylor LOVES Burger King, so that's where they went for lunch. Joey sent me this picture from his phone.

    I hear they also went to Baskin Robbins for ice cream, Target to spend some birthday money, and Chuck E. Cheese to play games. Poor mommy was working. BOO!

    Last night, Grandpa and Lynda came over to celebrate. Taylor wasted no time at all initiating Grandpa into all of his new games.

    First they tossed the football, then they played soccer in the cul-de-sac. Next, Taylor taught Gpa how to play Super Mario Party 8 on the Wii.

    Needless to say, Taylor won.

    Then they moved on to Light Saber fights. Taylor had the entire script down and told Gpa exactly what to say. It was quite enjoyable to watch. And Gpa was quite a good sport about the entire evening.

    After dinner we had cake - cake that Ashton made for Taylor earlier in the day. It was vanilla cake (because Taylor does not like chocolate) with half vanilla icing, half chocolate icing (for Ashton, my chocolate girl!). (And the piece missing? Yeah, Ashton had to taste it to be sure it was ok for Taylor to eat. LOL)

    Gpa and Lynda gave Taylor the funniest card. When you pull the chin it tells jokes. Taylor got the biggest kick out of it!

    Ashton was very proud of her cake!

    Grandpa, Taylor, and Lynda.

    All in all, I'd say Taylor had a fabulous birthday. I mean, he's six now, and I'm not so thrilled about that, but I guess he does have to grow up. And he is a cutie, so what can I say?

    A baby story

    Wednesday, August 19, 2009

    Today my baby turns six.

    On this birthday, and every birthday that has come before, my mind is always flooded with the memories of my pregnancy, and how God was so good to bring me through such a rough time.

    Let me take you back...

    Before I got pregnant with Taylor I had a miscarriage. This was, of course, extremely painful, both emotionally and physically. Needless to say, when I got pregnant with Taylor about 4 months later, I was a bit gun-shy.

    With Ashton, I opted out of the testing that tells you if your baby will have any kind of defect, but my OB/Gyn suggested that I have it this time because of a new defect that it tested for, so I obliged, somewhat against my better judgment.

    I'll never (ever) forget receiving the call from my doctor telling my that Taylor's results for one of those defects was off the charts. I was home by myself, at lunch, and had no idea what to do. All I could think about was that I was somehow going to lose my baby. Again. My doctor told me not to worry, but I could hear the worry in her own voice as she gave me a referral to a specialist for an amnio. Unfortunately, after that amnio, I had to wait 4 weeks for the results.

    The longest 4 weeks of my entire life.

    But during those 4 weeks, I prayed more than I ever have before. My family prayed. My friends prayed. My small group prayed. My church prayed. It seemed like everyone that I knew was praying for my sweet baby.

    And God answered. He always answers. Not always how we think He should, but this time, my baby, my sweet Taylor, was absolutely perfect.

    Then when I was 32 weeks pregnant, I began to get this annoying itch all over my arms and legs. Seriously annoying. A few days later at my check-up, I happened to mention it to my doctor (which is really out of my character - I just thought it was silly, and I'm not one to mention silly things to the doctor) and it's a really good thing I did. Turns out I now had Kolestasis of pregnancy, which has something to do with the liver not flushing toxins properly, and if not addressed, could (worse case scenario) kill the baby.

    Of course I flipped out. And then thanked the Lord for letting those silly words, "uh, well, my legs are itching a lot" come out of my mouth. From then on, I had to be monitored 2-3 times a week and take medication to help with my liver function.

    On August 19, 2003, Taylor was born and declared as healthy as could be.

    There are only a few times that I can look back on in my life and say without a doubt that God moved, or healed, or protected me in someway. This is one of them. And I will never forget it.

    Happy birthday little man! Momma loves you more than you will ever know.

    You've grown up so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were learning to walk.

    And now you're learning to play Guitar Hero.

    Where does the time go?

    Tomorrow we'll go to meet your new Kindergarten teacher and I'll turn you over to her on Monday. I'm still not ready, but I know that you are. I know that once I take you there for kindergarten, it won't be long and you'll be like your sister... in 4th grade. But I guess I have to... because if I don't, they'll take me to jail, right?

    Happy birthday! I know you're having more fun than should be allowed with your daddy and sister today :)

    I love you!

    Good friends, good times.

    Monday, August 17, 2009

    We had a great time on Saturday with some great friends.

    When we first moved into our house over 7 years ago, we moved in right next door to some great friends. In fact, we moved there because we were already great friends and we thought, what a great idea to have great friends right next door.

    And it was a great idea. (Sorry for all the "greats", but it really was great!)

    Her husband worked long hours, my husband was working nights at the time, and we both had small children. We spent a lot of time at each others houses, cooked meals together, our kids played, and we shopped together. It really was a great time in my life - and in her life, too, I'm sure.

    And then they sold their house and moved far, far, far, far away.

    Ok, it's not that far, but it's not a hop, skip, and a jump. And it's not like we can cook dinner together any more. And every once in while when I'm out of cream of chicken soup, I get a little sad.

    But Saturday, after Taylor's birthday party, they came over and spent the entire day just hanging at the house, like old times. It was the greatest.

    The kids played.

    We played.

    We shopped, we ate, played cards, and watched TV. You'd have thought no time had past.

    Don't you just love friendships like that? I know I do.

    Thanks for hanging with us Josh & Kelly. We had a blast!

    It's time.

    Thursday, August 13, 2009

    Time for what, you ask?

    Time to talk about football! I mean, HELLO!! Tonight is the first preseason game for the Dallas Cowboys - God's football team - so of course, we must talk about football!

    Now, it's obvious that I'm a die hard Cowboys fan, but I wanna know who you cheer for. So chime in, ok?

    Here's what I know... not because I'm a stalker, but because I love football and I pay attention.

    It's no secret that Tara is a fan, and I know that Lindsey's husband is a huge fan of my 'boys, too (I'm not sure about Lindsey), and therefore they are all welcome at our house anytime to watch a game. I'm warning you though, it gets loud!

    I also know that Megan's husband is a Giants fan, which, in all honesty, I'm having an extremely hard time actually typing on my blog, but for this particular post, I'm going to let it slide. And also, because I happen to like Megan and I know she's just not a fan of football in general. (She'd rather be shopping, right Megan?)

    Next up is Naturally Caffeinated Family, which I just found out are big Redskins fans! Again... not easy for me to type, but such a cute fam... what's not to love?

    And then there's Polka Dots & Protein Bars who is not only a Carolina Panthers fan, but she's one of the writers for the web site Chicks in the Huddle! How cool is that??

    And the one that is the hardest for me to acknowledge here on my blog, the one that I spend most days wishing would completely disappear (with no one getting hurt, of course), the one that I despise the most, but my dear friend Izzy loves the deepest... the dreaded patriots. No, I can't even capitalize them. That's all I can say.

    I guess I should be fair and post a helmet.

    So who are you cheering for this season?

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    I’m Stephanie - wife to one extremely handsome cop; mother to two extremely silly kids. The hubs and I have been married since February ’99. I love him more each day and simply can’t get enough of him. My daughter, Ashton, is 12 going on 17. She’s beautiful, creative, smart, and oh, so sassy. Taylor, our son, is 8 and is so much like his daddy it’s scary. He makes me laugh all the time with the silly things he says and does. He won’t remember what you told him 5 minutes from now, just like his daddy. I love to laugh and spend time with friends and family. I’ve also recently discovered a love for cooking and enjoy sharing recipes. I love finding new blog friends, so be sure to leave a comment so I can do the same!
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