Monday, January 31, 2011

I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs

Will and I loved Smoking Apple so much, we had to make another trip just for their slow cooked baby back ribs. They were just as divine, if not more, the second time around. I'm salivating as I'm writing about these ribs, doesn't that tell you how good they are or that may just be too much information with the whole drooling part. 

But, they are worth every penny. They're actually not too expensive. We ordered 1/3/rack of baby back ribs, with three sides for $9. I thought it was reasonable, especially for how tasty they were. Smoking Apple doesn't even have a website to advertise their gloriousness. Will wants to see if he can help out by building them a website, we'll see how that goes. I talk way too much about food. I'm realizing this more and more.

How about I change the topic and talk about the fact the I never have a happy medium when it comes to temperature. I'm either too hot or too cold. I'm seldom at a comfortable temperature, maybe my body temperature is out of whack, I really think I was born this way. As you probably know, I was raised in the Pacific Northwest, where it's pretty temperate. The sun is rarely out long enough to feel like a sauna, and it snows but once or twice a year, so you'd think it was the perfect climate. Never for me. I can never seem to find a peaceful temperature. Utah is probably the worst, because it gets extremely hot in the summers and numbingly cold in the winter. Negative Nancy has made a visit to my blog, I didn't invite her. How rude! She's now leaving.

I honestly have decided that I much prefer being hot than cold. So, when Will says he really wants to move to the east, I really don't have any problem with that. I'd be happy to move there. I've never heard someone talk up a place so much, Will LOVES where he came from, which makes me confident that it's a wonderful place to live. Will turned out to be an awesome young man, so it seems to be an excellent place to raise a family. We'll see where the wind takes us. Thanks for tuning in, until next time. OVER and OUT.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

It was bound to happen...

Will and I were asked to speak in church today. I mean, we weren't asked today to speak today, because that would be awful and we don't do impromptu. We were asked two weeks ago if we could speak today, and we accepted the mission. We somehow had to force ourselves to embrace the topic we were given and go with it. I thought it wasn't too shabby. Will was ten times more petrified than I was, but he did even better than me. It was almost as if we were competing on who had the better talk. Which isn't a bad idea because it forced us to prepare our talk and make it sound good. Will won, which I was totally okay with. He definitely took more time in preparation, which was very impressive and a great example to me. If you were wondering, we spoke on Prepare Every Needful Thing. Great topic for this time in our economic state. Will and I got the strength to speak without feeling nervous because we made a pact that we would picture everyones face in the congregation as Will's or mine. For instance, if I were speaking, I'd place Will's face on everyone elses face, so it was as if I were giving my talk to just Will. Will said he pictured my face when he was looking at the bearded man, the baby, and the asian woman that are in our ward. Creepy, but it works. All I can say, is I'm glad I'm sitting on my tushy, about to eat some Chicken Mahkani (Indian Butter Chicken) and Naan (Indian flatbread). My life is good. Real good. (nacho libre)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I hate so much about the things that you choose to be...

I have a gym membership. I use the gym membership. I happen to dislike the gym membership, but it makes me feel invigorated when I go and releases all sorts of endorphins just waiting to get out of my system. I don't wear make-up to the gym. I wear gym clothes, shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I look pretty much like death when I go to the gym. Aren't you supposed to? Well, that's what I thought. But, lately when I go the gym I see young and OLD ladies wearing make-up caked on their faces, their hair is perfect to the T, and I don't even know where to begin with what they're wearing, or lack thereof. It's pretty ridiculous if you think about it. As you could probably guess I'm very observant when I'm working out. It helps keep me distracted from my vigorous exercise. I secretly laugh in my head at some of the people, but that's wrong, very wrong indeed. The gym is a place where you sweat, shed pounds, and sweat some more. It is not a place to wear your bikini or pick up on the hottest peeps in town. Maybe I'm wrong, I just find some people to be very...well, let's stop there because judgmental Marci is coming out and she's not very nice.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

you would give me kiss if i were on the soccer team

I have a fond love for playing sports. I may seem like I have an uncoordinated way about myself, but no, when it comes to sports I'm fairly coordinated. Now put me on a date with a guy that I think is adorable, and we're eating dinner at a nice restaurant...pour me a glass of water, and as I go for the water, my shaky nervous hands bump into the water glass rather than grab it with a firm grip, water goes flying and lands perfectly on this adorable guys new goochy pants. Now, that's me being uncoordinated, but I have a good excuse because I was on a date with a really cute guy. Poor Will, I've spilled milk, water, sparkling cider, lemonade, milk, water, lots of milk on his pants a numerous amount of times. And, this was when we were dating. It seems he liked when I spilled stuff on his pants out of nervousness because were hitched for a long long time.

Wow, I got off on a giant tangent.

What I was saying is, I love playing sports. I mostly enjoyed playing soccer. I just wish I had made a greater effort to play more sports in high school, but soccer was it for me. I played a few times when I was still in diapers or maybe I was getting potty trained---I cant remember. It was when I really had no conception of what soccer even was. I just thought we were kicking a ball around for no reason other than if we kicked the ball a lot, we'd get a Capri-sun and some orange slices.

I got a horrible case of pneumonia one year and my lungs became inflamed so I had to take this medication to make the swelling of my lungs go down, but it caused me to feel hungry ALL the time. If I ever wondered what it was like to be pregnant, this came close, I thought. Well, I gained about fifteen pounds or something like that and needed get active so I could shed what I had gained when I was eating hand over fist. I concluded that soccer would be a good way to get active again. I tried out for the team, found I was completely, utterly useless to the Varsity and Junior Varsity team, so I got stuck on the C-team. I thought I had failed at life when I was assigned to this team.

But, I didn't give up. 

I wanted to prove that I was going to be worthy of the Varsity team someday. My position started out as defense, but I decided to become Queen of defense and tryout to be a goalie. I was pretty good. I loved it so much that I practiced everyday, all day. My mom even sent me to Oregon University to get trained by professionals. I wanted to be fast and agile. That's exactly what I became to be.

After spending a year on the C-team, I was bumped up to the JV team. Oh, and I can't forget that I was awarded Most Improved player of the year. Both on C-team and the JV team. I never did get to be a Varsity player. I sometimes blame myself and Coach Minder, (doesn't his name sound like a strict Sweden soccer coach's name? That exactly what he was like) for not gaining enough confidence and desire to be the best goalie. I think that it truly wasn't in me. I'm not an extremely competitive person, which you have to be if you are going to protect that goal. I didn't give up. I became a great goalie in my own eyes. Not in the eyes of Minder or maybe Timothy Howard, but I wanted to develop a talent and perfect it to the best of my ability.


Wednesday, January 19, 2011

food poisoning vs. stomach flu

Which one of these caused me to feel like a truck is sitting on my stomach? I ate at Magleby's Fresh last night because it sits directly across from my work and I didn't have time to fix dinner from home-Shame on me. So, I ordered the BBQ Chicken Salad. I went to bed feeling uneasy. I woke up, saying, "I don't feel so good!" Rushed myself to the bathroom. I've been sipping 7-up, Gatorade, and nibbling on some soda crackers. Not my kind of gourmet meal. But, I still don't know if this was the stomach flu or food poisoning. Symptoms are pretty similar. Any who. I'm starting to feel like a normal human being. Thank goodness.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

beautiful woman

Yesterday, I spent the day with my mother. It was long overdue. I drove up to their home in Lehi and off we went to the pool. No, not the relaxing, sit by the pool, get a tan sort of trip. We swam laps, I was panting like a dog the whole time, but surprisingly, I enjoyed every bit of it.

Credit to my mother for tutoring me in the swimming department. She taught me how to correct my stroke, how to breath, and how to keep my body positioned while swimming those vigorous laps. It is the greatest feeling in the world sharing the lap pool with my very own mom. I mean, two years ago she was getting her hip replaced and just a year ago she was getting her other hip replaced. She amazes me with the strength she possesses. My mom swam forty laps and I swam thirty. My momma kicked my trash. I have yet to adhere to her natural ability to swim.

After our time at the pool, we headed over to the Sushi House, had ourselves some Las Vegas rolls and San Francisco rolls. To die for, that's how good they were. We just had a wonderful day, talking about life and goals that we are planning to set for the New Year. I have a mom that I can do this with. Some people don't share the same quality I possess. A mother, that I can call up, seek advice, and learn from. I try to count my blessings each day, this is me trying.

Monday, January 17, 2011

boisterous night

Will and I went on this date. I gave it a ten out of a ten. That's how good it was. Not like we did anything extraordinary, the guy I was with was awesome, we ate at The Smoking Apple (brisket, slow-cooked yummy beans, slow-cooked baby back ribs (most delicious part of the meal), cajun sausage, and cornbread), then we watched The Sound of Music. It was a splendid evening. 
Gym time!
Darth Vader helmet!!
Repairing "the guy with the tongue's" car

love of my life/househusband

Friday, January 14, 2011

I love...

to see the temple, I'm going there tomorrow!


Thursday, January 13, 2011

food is the way to marci's heart

Food makes me weak in the knees. Isn't that awful? Don't worry, I watch my caloric intake. Sometimes. Diabetes (Type 2) runs in my family so I do have to be careful. That's why I rarely make things as good and fattening as these babies.

Muffins That Taste Like Donuts
They were really good and saturated with fatness. 

This is what I'm going to prepare Willy for dinner tonight. It should taste pretty darn good due to the fact that the recipe came from Pioneer Woman. I visit her site daily. I think I'm an addict. 

Chicken and Dumplings

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Daisy is a funny dog. She is Joseph (bro-in-law) and Jen's (sis-in-law) dog. Daisy was found by a dumpster, therefore, she gets the name Dumpster Daisy. They are in fact our neighbors, they live just upstairs from Will and I. We pretty much think it's the coolest set up. I'm grateful we got a chance to be so close in distance, it's going to be a shame when we won't have them as neighbors anymore. You just won't find neighbors as good as these. Maybe, but I doubt it.

Sometimes when Jen and Joseph are off making the monies. I let Daisy come down stairs to hang out with me. Seriously, guys, it's not that bad. I'm pretty good company. I think. This is what keeps me so entertained....

Monday, January 10, 2011

somewhere over the rainbow

What was I thinking when I decided to move out to Utah?! Yes, most of my siblings live here. Yes, the school I wanted to attend is here. Yes, I met my adorably awesome husband out here. Yes, there are a lot of reasons why I moved here. But, why couldn't it have been Hawaii or somewhere with a sun? It's just too dang cold for my non-circulatory body.

This is what mother nature gave me for my Christmas gift this year.

Will and I went to a tree farm, adopted our own Charlie Brown tree, stuck it in our tiny trunk, and brought the tree home to nurture. We're charitable like that.

Yikes. Can you tell it took us 5 minutes to put this tree together? Shh.

Check out that bow. I did that!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

banana split goodness

I know exactly what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing. I'm making this.