To the Mouses in these Houses

A Poem:

To the Mouses in these Houses

To the mouses in these houses, I have to be frank,

You're sudden arrival has left us feeling below rank. 

It's not that you mean to, I do understand. 

But you've taken our space, and that is not grand. 

Your scurries and munching are not quiet in the least,

Are you already eating your Thanksgiving feast?

I must ask you to leave, but that would be trite,

As you have made this your home, without an invite.

Please hear me out, it's not that we hate you.

You're small and you're cute, if I have to be true,

But we can't take no more! I'm drawing the line!

These houses aren't yours. Their his and their mine.

I'm begging and pleading, down on my knees,

"Please go away! Please, please please!"

To the mouses in these houses, my final request,

Is that you'll leave us alone and give us some rest. 

A Little Weird

I stumbled upon this song the other day... 

"Shia LaBeouf" Live

Warning: Only click on the link if you are truly prepared to participate in a judgement-free zone, make it full screen, and turn your volume all the way up. 

If you followed the link, you are thinking to yourself, "Adrienne. What. The. Heck. That was the weirdest thing ever."

It is weird, but I love it because when I found it, I knew I could share it with Dallin. 

You see, I have decided that every person has a level of weirdness and when you get married, you marry someone that can handle it and laugh along with you. This song demonstrates one of those moments. 

After all our homework was abandoned and it was late into the night, I pulled up Spotify and showed Dallin "Shia LeBeouf." Live. We then watched the music video. Twice. And together we laughed at the weirdness.

It's good to be a little weird. It's more fun to be a little weird. And being a little weird keeps things interesting. For example, Dallin thinks it's weird to want to dress up, especially for Halloween. I, on the other hand, think that dressing up for Halloween...

Is possibly the best thing ever. 

Dallin accepts that, puts on his old merit badge sash, lets me dress up as an old man, and then takes me out in public. 

Heavens... How did I get so lucky?

Big News

If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that Dallin and I have some big news for everyone....

We adopted a plant!!

His name is Herbert and we are already secretly obsessed with him. Yesterday when we came home from work, I proudly showed Dallin how Herbert is growing a new leaf. We then congratulated him on his good work and told him to keep on growing.

Then later when some friends came to visit, we just had to show off Herbert and his new leaf.

I also talked to Hayley, my all knowing plant scientist/guru, about how to keep Herbert alive. Like a new parent when their kid has a cold, I had to be sure I knew everything about Herbert so that we can keep him alive and healthy.

It's weird. I know. But Dallin says we can't have a puppy so this is going to have to do.

Have you ever adopted a pet, plant, or rock that suddenly becomes part of the family?
Any other plant advice I should know?

Best Halloween EVER!

Halloween is coming up, and like many other couples, Dallin and I are struggling to come to an agreement about costumes. If Dallin could have his way, he would always be a dinosaur, just like when he was a little kid.

(But isn't he so cute?)

He even looked at a child size dinosaur costume at T.J Maxx and tried to convince me that it was a good idea to try and squeeze himself into a tiny T-Rex costume.

But I have a better idea. Ever since we celebrated our first Halloween together, those many moons ago, I have wanted Dallin to be one thing for Halloween. 

Russell. From the Pixar movie UP. 

Because, and I say this with all the love I have in my heart, Dallin looks like a grown up version of Russell. 

Dallin would make the best Russell. And I would be Kevin, or Doug, or Mr. Carl Fredricksen. It would be the best Halloween EVER! I may or may not already know exactly how to bring both costumes together, and I may or may not already have bits and pieces of both of the costumes. 

Now I just have to convince Dallin... 

Any suggestions?

Tiger Leotard

One of the best things about being married is having a best friend that supports you in all your good decisions and is your voice of reason in all your bad. 

Except in the case of the Tiger Leotard. 

My own mother told me I was not fierce enough to pull it off. Dallin, on the other hand, insisted that I buy it right then and there. No questions asked.

This could be considered one time where Dallin was not my voice of reason, but rather the voice of insanity, yelling at me as I ran away.

However, Dallin is my support and my cheering section. I can credit many of my own successes to him because of his encouragement and support in helping me along though difficult decisions. 

I believe that Dallin learned how to be so supportive from his family. Recently, another Fukui family member left to serve an LDS mission, and the support at his farewell was heartwarming. Dallin's extended family showed up early, helped make food for a house full of people, stayed late to help clean up, and will be right there again when this missionary comes home. Family from Utah and Washington all gathered in Idaho to support this missionary in his decision to serve. 

This is not the first, or the last time, this will happen.

And why is this so important?

Because we are family and it is

TRADITION!

Grapes and Bicycles

Dallin and I are two very different people. If you could compare apples and oranges, Dallin would be grapes, and I would be a bicycle. Totally different. Both very great, but completely different. 

These differences only make our marriage stronger, however, they become very apparent when we have to go on road trips. A few weeks ago we drove to St. George and Dallin made a special playlist just for the occasion. It was terrible. I mean... I love him and everything, but it was terrible. He picked country music and only the sappiest and saddest songs seemed to make the cut. Most girls are currently swooning at the thought of a handsome guy picking out lovey-dovey country songs to sing along to in the car, but not me. 

I was DYING.

We just have different tastes, Dallin and I. He likes country, and I... don't really. 

Once during a Fukui family dinner, Dallin told his family that I am a music hipster. When his family asked what kind of music I like, I said,

"I like music with... Banjos...?"

True story.

It got awkward after that.

But to prove the point that my choice of music is different from Dallin's, here is one of my current jams:

And here is one of Dallin's:

I'll probably listen to his song for a while and he has grudgingly admitted that my song is not too bad.

None of this has anything to do with being raised with different backgrounds or in different cultures. Instead, this has everything to do with being different from one another, having long and boring playlists for long and boring road trips, and still loving and liking each other.

(If any of you know where this reference came from, we will most likely be best friends for life. Dallin knows, but because I made him. Not because he wanted to.)

Literally Living on Love

Dallin and I are about as well traveled as a piece of gum under somebody's shoe. Between the two of us, we have traveled a ways, but we have been stuck in the same spot for some time. We would like to be less like a piece of gum, and more like... Well, less like a piece of gum.

In the next year, Dallin's family is planning a BIG family trip to Japan to pick up Dallin's little brother, who is serving his LDS mission in Kobe. 

JAPAN!

Dallin and I have never even been out of the country! Being able to go to Japan, see Elder Fukui after two long years, and be able to tourist about for a few days would be an amazing opportunity!

But. Going to Japan is no small feat for two broke college students. It's important though, so we are trying to hustle to stash some cash so that we can go with Dallin's family.

In order to help with this, I've decided that I'm going to start doing meal plans. Planning out our meals in advance and having a shopping list will probably help with our Japan Fund. Right? I even started searching out menu plans and shopping lists. So far I have found a lot of recipes that require a lot of time, effort and ingredients.

Oh heavens.

Fresh rosemary and cilantro? Homemade dough? Spinach inside the chicken?

How about biscuits from a can and gravy from a package?

I'm not a great cook. I made French toast for dinner yesterday, burned it, and then smelled like the inside of a toaster for the rest of the night. And with school in session, time is short. I haven't even had time to go to the grocery store since the semester started. Five weeks ago.

We are literally living on love.

However! I may have found a meal planning solution.

And on weekends, we will have cereal!

I know that THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA. We would blow up like balloons from the amount of salt in every package, and then we would die of malnourishment.

So what do I do?
Everyone is busy, so how do you still find time to make real meals?
What do you make and how do you find ideas for new recipes?

Leave a comment below and share your ideas!