That's right, it finally happened. I am pleased to announce that after two years of wanting, wishing, and waiting, I finally bought this:
In addition to being ridiculously frugal, I am also horribly indecisive and I just could not bring myself to purchase a Crock Pot of my own. For some bizarre reason I kept insisting that I didn't need this little miracle of an appliance until I was married, or had a house of my own. Screw that temporary moment of insanity because at 4:06pm yesterday I strolled out of Target having made the best decision of the day. Thankyouverymuch.
The inagural dish little Crock Pot cooked was Creamed Corn, in honor of Nate's birthday and the Manning v. Manning for Sunday Night Football. Which brings me back to my last entry regarding the current battle in my life. Please forgive me, because I definitely did not give enough credit to that image below. I'm not sure if he designed it or not, but I took that brilliant picture from another blog. And I just spent the last 37 minutes reading this other blog. Visit FVG to really understand what I have been dealing with as of late.
Chris said to me on Thursday, "Jane, I just really, really like college football." This wasn't anything I didn't already know, but the randomness and sincerity of his statement was a really welcome reminder. I am trying to mentally cross Saturday off of our week's schedule, knowing I will have plenty of time to watch 90210 on Hulu and run my personal errands. This year he's joined an NFL Fantasy League in addition to his two NCAA leagues, thus... "goodbye Sundays" too. Oh, and wait, Monday night volleyball? How could I have forgotten what comes afterwards?
I have two choices to make:
1. Hop on the bandwagon
2. Find some more hobbies
In my efforts toward option two, I've fallen in love with this. Both browsing for gifts, and brainstorming for things I can make. In the meantime, I also have a ticket to Saturday's UT v. UCLA home game, thus the quest for my burnt orange sundress continues. As does the five-month long battle for my boyfriend's attention.