Hiccups, Breadbowls and Old Age

As I gracefully compose this blog entry I am cursed with painful hiccups. Jared has learned that whenever I drink Sprite I hiccup. He thinks this is quite entertaining. On the typical day I only have one or two hiccups immediately after I swallow the Sprite. On this evening this particular set of hiccups have lasted so long my chest hurts from the power of them. I have tried every natural remedy I can think of but nothing is working. Jared now feels bad that this set of hiccups is causing me such great pain. It is a good thing he is now feeling sympathetic or things might have gotten a little heated.

But I do have a confession to make. This is surprisingly painful to type. Jared has a tendency to carry an electrical charge with him where ever he goes. In our apartment instead of a couch, we have a giant love sac. Our amazing velvet cover conducts an electrical charge that only shocks Jared. No matter what he does, or what he touches after he gets up he gets shocked. I laugh every time. He can not touch anything in our apartment without the reminder that he is a walking electrical conductor. To me it is a constant source of entertainment.

This week was a mostly uneventful week. With school coming to a rapid end we are showered with mountains of last minute (or procrastinated) homework. It has consumed our lives. As usual we procrastinated our homework a little more and had some adventures throughout the week. Towards the end of last week Flagstaff had a couple days of rain. It never got cold enough in town for snow. The only real snow we saw was after the clouds lifted and the San Fransisco Peaks came into view. They were frosted over. Sunday we decided to make the drive out there and enjoy the beauty of the first snowfall. As we ventured in the already melting snow Jared attacked with the first snowball of the season. I warned him this means war, but for some odd reason I did not intimidate him. I need to work on my ferocious growl.

On a brighter note, after we got back from frolicking in the snow I experimented with a creamy potato soup recipe I found. I had never quite made a soup like this before but it turned out heavenly. The bread bowls (provided by Bashas) brought my soup to a level that tantalized our taste buds to an extreme. As you analyze the beauty of these pictures I bet you are amazed by my domestic skills. To be honest, occasionally I even surprise myself.

As I continue to try and record our life together I analyze many pictures. I cannot help but notice that we both are looking older. I look at pictures of Jared from his younger years compared to pictures now and I am amazed at the difference. I then analyze myself in the pictures and I am even more blown away. When did I grow up? The even more shocking thing is that next week I am even getting older. Time goes faster than I could have imagined. As time passes and I become proficient in potato soup making it is unbelievable that I am almost 27 years old. I used to think people, at this advanced age were ancient but I feel as young and spry as ever. I truly have a great life and a even better husband. In the spirit of Thanksgiving I am grateful for everything that I have now: old age, hiccups and the ability to eat bread bowls whenever they go on sale.