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Today sucked.

And all I want to do is go get ice cream with my mom and cry it out. But, since that’s not an option, a Ginormous hug from my main man and about 10 Reese’s miniatures will have to do for now. It was kind of one of those days where nothing in particular sucked, it was just a sucky day in general and I could not be happier that it’s almost time for bed.

So, this morning, I woke up early for work for the first time since my long Christmas break and fixed myself a breakfast consisting of half an english muffin topped with Egg Beaters and Salsa (and possibly a few bites of leftover green bean casserole. don’t judge)…

SOUTHWESTERN STYLE EGG BEATERS!! Off to a great start, so far.

So then I head into work and everything’s going great, considering it’s my first day back in awhile. When lunchtime finally rolled around, I headed home and was STILL craving that darn green bean casserole. So I reheated it and stirred in a can of tuna…

Don’t knock it ’til you try it, it was good I swear. Of course, I had a couple Reese’s for dessert. When I get back to work, low and behold, someone brought in cookies…again. Come on, self control, do what you do. So, naturally, I had 4. Hey, it’s better than 6, right?

By the end of the day, I was NOT feelin’ the gym in the slightest. But, I knew I had to do something about those cookies so I dragged myself over and hopped on a treadmill…5.12 miles later I was feeling much better about myself.

After I left the gym, Erick called me to let me know he had gotten his insurance switched to his new car (YAY FOR NEW CARS!!) and while he was on the phone he talked to them about adding me to his policy.

*Enter: nervous tummy feeling.*

Currently, I am on my dads insurance policy. I have been since I first starting driving. Now, since we’re married, I am supposed to get off my dad’s and onto my own (not according to my dad, according to the insurance company). Scary. Don’t get me wrong, I can totally handle taking care of my own insurance and what not. I’m a very independent person. That is not what’s causing this feeling. Ever since we got married, it feels like I’m slowly losing the part of me that is “daddy’s little girl” and “mommy’s baby.” Obviously. I’m 22 years old. BUT, I will always always always always always ALWAYS be my daddy’s little girl and my mommy’s baby. That’s just who I am. And I know I’m growing up and starting my own family, but I don’t want to lose that…ever. Now, to some of you, it may sound lame and/or juvenile that all of this is stemming from something as simple as an auto insurance policy. But it just felt like that was the last thread that was letting me stay their baby. And it just got cut. It may also have to do with the fact that I am beyond homesick right now AND my hormones are currently in their own world. But, nonetheless, I broke down. I think it’s natural to feel this way. I think a lot of people have trouble letting go of their childhood, etc.. Nothing wrong with that, right? When my dad got on the phone and said “I was just looking at pictures of you and, man-oh-man I miss you,” I’m pretty sure I could physically feel my heart shattering. I miss him so much. I miss my whole family so much. I miss my house. I miss my dog. Everything. I don’t regret joining the military one bit. It’s changed my life in so many amazing ways, made me a better and stronger person, and given me so many opportunities that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. But, being away from home is, by far, the hardest sacrifice for me. I know it will get better. And I know I will get stronger. I just go through these phases sometimes where when people ask what’s wrong, the only thing that I can get to come out is, “I just want to go home.”


Sorry for all the rambling. Sometimes a good vent is just what the doctor ordered. I am feeling much better and ready to get to sleep. All this just makes me think how blessed I am to have a family so amazing and so loving that it makes it hard to be away from home. Some people don’t have that. So for those of you who do have people worth missing, think of it as a blessing :).

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13:13

This is one my favorite Bible verses. I think about this verse whenever I get sad like this because I know there are so many people out there that love me and, even though I can’t always be with them, they will always love me.

Night everyone!


Turkey Taco Thing-a-mabobs

Here’s a little fun fact for ya, we are HUGE fans crescent rolls in this household and I love experimenting and making different creations with them. Today, I made little taco pockets. Mmm Mmm Mmm.

To make these you will need lean ground turkey, 1 packet of taco seasoning (I used McCormicks), Pillsbury crescent rolls (I used the reduced fat version…cut back where ya can, right?), Kraft Mexican Blend shredded cheese (I used the kind made with 2% milk), and Laughing Cow Light Queso Fresco & Chipotle wedges.

I started by browning the turkey in a skillet.

After the turkey was fully cooked, I added 3/4 cups of water (since the turkery was so lean, it didn’t need to be drained first).

Next, I added in the packet of taco seasoning,  brought it to a boil, and the mixture simmer for about 5 minutes to thicken.

Then I rolled out all the crescent rolls and spread a little Queso Fresco & Chipotle on each triangle. (I used about 1 wedge per every 4 crescents because this is plenty for us. You can use however much cheese you would like.)

After all the crescents were cheesed-up, I added about a spoonful of the taco meet to each triangle.

Finally, I folded up the crescent around the meat, sealed all the holes so they wouldn’t leak, and loaded them onto the pan. (I prefer to use my toaster over rather than the regular over whenever possible, I’m not really sure why. Just one of my quirks, I suppose.)

Before cooking them, I sprinkled a little shredded cheese on top to help act as a seal.

I then stuck them in the toaster over (which I had preheated to 375º) for about 12 minutes.

Drumroll please……

BAM! Perfect snack for a snowy afternoon. 🙂

These are 115% hubby approved. I mean he absolutely LOVED them. & So did I.

It’s a good thing I used reduced fat crescent rolls and lean ground turkey because I’m pretty sure I’ve already had a years worth of Reese’s miniatures and Reese’s trees today (thanks, Mommy!)…it’s not the holidays without Reese’s! 🙂

It’s the most wonderful time of the year :)

Well, I am a woman of my word. Just like I said, our Christmas tree and stockings went up on Sunday.

Yaaaay! I love Christmas decorations! A few days later, we received a few packages and the picture aboved turned into this:

Annnnnd, my amazing parents sent this cute tree for Erick…

So nice of them! (We’re not sure if it’s supposed to be bent  like a “Who” tree, but since I’m a huge fan of The Grinch, we’re leavin’ it!)

Erick and I are both off work until next Tuesday so, our original plan was to try to drive to Nebraska and visit my family. But, then we woke up to this:

And it’s supposed to continue into tonight…so that’s out. Although I am bummed that we can’t go, I’m also very excited to spend our first married Christmas together and start our own traditions, as well as combine ones that we both grew up with! Sorry for the short post (and the absence yesterday), time to go meet the hubster for lunch. I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday season so far!


For Time and All Eternity

Wow, just typing the title gave me shivers. The queasy kind. I mentioned I’m LDS, right? I’m pretty sure I have. Well, I’m not the best LDS but I’m definitely giving it a good, solid E. Anyhow, the time has come. Scott and I have been married for over 4 years now and we’ve been talking temple marriage since before we tied the knot. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time but with my (get ready for the shocker) hesitation on the commitment that comes along with it. We’re not talking until death do us part. I may have finally settled with the idea that I can more than likely make it until death with Scott. I know that’s terribly put. Scott’s still an incredible man but I think I may have realized my commitment fears stem from the pressure I put on myself. It seems it may be one of those “I’m so overwhelmed by the mere thought of all of this I’m going to quit before I even begin” type things. I tease Scott with “I don’t know if I can deal with your (insert behavior here) for all eternity. I’m gonna need to think about this a little more,” on an at least weekly basis.

I am so pumped to do this until I actually take the step foward to go through with it. Last Sunday we began our first temple prep class. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I’m barely being over dramatic. As soon as we starting walking towards the door I could feel my pits start getting clammy, my hands start to shake, and my heart begin racing. Can it Sarah, you’re just a little nervous. We sit down. My symptoms only start escalating. Our teacher asks a question and I can feel my throat tighten and dry out but I raise my hand to answer anyway. It’s full of “know what I mean?”s, “maybe, I’m not really sure”s, “does that make sense?”s. Totally not confident. All I can think about is Can I really do this? Forever? Sure, for now I’m not tempted to do things I’m not supposed to do but I can’t guarantee I won’t ALWAYS feel that way. I’m weak. I’m gonna slip up. I know it. Is Scott right for the whole eternity bit? This is a big deal. Can I handle this much pressure? Again with the pressure bit. I’m scared. I suppose at least taking the classes is helpful. It’ll give me some insight on what’s ahead. I don’t have to go just yet. I’ve got as much time as we need. I feel like this is what people think before they get married. I guess in a way, this feels like actually getting married. The temple is a really big deal to me. Much bigger than just being recognized by the state as a couple. I’m making some heavy covenants. I joked with Brittany that “You know, this is gonna take me off the market in Heaven.” She replied, “I’m sure you can turn your ring around and flirt up there too.” I love her. Here’s hoping that’s true! 😉

Winner, winner, chicken dinner :)

Well, hey there! Brittany here. Drastic change in weather here since this weekend. We got snow today! It is NOW beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I was off work today so I tried to be productive and went to the gym, did the laundry that I meant to do yesterday, and successfully made a healthy, comforting, hubby-approved dinner from scratch… Homemade chicken cordon bleu and veggies! Here’s how I did it…

I started with Tyson Trimmed & Ready Thin Sliced Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts:

Then I put all 4 chicken breasts into a gallon sized zip-loc bag and, since I don’t have a tenderizer or anything of that sort, used a can of green beans to flatten out the chicken as much as possible:

After I got the chicken flattened out, I layed it in a foiled-lined pan and seasoned both sides with salt, pepper, and Mrs. Dash’s Garlic & Herb seasoning:

Next, I gathered the rest of the ingredients that I would need (ham & Laughing Cow cheese wedges). I made half with Light Creamy Swiss and half with Mozzarella, Sun-dried Tomato, and Basil:

Next, I spread one wedge of cheese and layered 3 slices of ham on each chicken breast:

Then, I rolled ’em up and used a toothpick to keep everything in place (I colored the tip of the toothpicks for the Sun-dried Tomato Basil ones so we could distinguish the difference):

I preheated the over to 350°, covered the pan with another sheet of foil and baked the chicken breasts for 20 min.  Then, I pulled the pan out, took the top sheet of foil off, and baked for another 15 min and this is how they turned out:

I was so proud that these actually turned out. I used a Zip-loc Zip & Steam bag (those things are glorious!) to steam some mixed veggies for our side:

One chicken breast made with the Creamy Swiss and lots of veggies for me. Two chicken breasts (one of each kind) and some mixed veggies with cheese sauce for him. The hubster loved it and finished it all, yay! Great Monday night dinner!

But then…the sweet tooth kicked in for both of us. So, like a bunch of crazies, we bundled up and headed to the ice cream shop by our apartment. I got chocolate/vanilla twist frozen yogurt topped with pecans and Reese’s pieces and Erick got a treat called Peanut Butter Galazy…which I had a few bites of and it was delish. 

Have a great night everyone!

It is NOT beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

Well, it’s a high of 60° and sunny here in Colorado Springs. Yesterday was a high of 55° and sunny. In the words of the Grinch, What is the deal?! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining! It just makes it a weeeee bit difficult to get into the holiday spirit. We haven’t even put up our tree because it just doesn’t feel like Christmas yet. But, we WILL be doing that today.

Anways, it was a nice relaxing morning here in the Poole household. We didn’t even roll out of bed until about 9 and then I did my wifely duties and made us both breakfast…

A ham & cheese egg white omelet with salsa for the Mr, and an egg white & salsa sandwich on a whole-wheat sandwich thin for the Mrs. Seriously, I’m a little embarassed to admit that I made that omelet. I’m not sure how it ended up so deformed like that. It must have tasted ok though…about 10 min after I took this pic his plate was clean (note the super classy white Chinet plate…we’re high-rollers). And I snuck this pic of him enjoying his breakfast the way any real man would…

…on the couch…with the remote…and a funfetti cupcake on the side (he loved ’em). Now this is what I call man-bliss. *Sorry the picture is blurry. One day, I will have an iPhone 4S, and all will be well. This 3GS crap just isn’t cuttin’ it for me. I feel like I’m livin’ in the stone-age ;)*

So, after breakfast, Erick hit the gym and I decided to take advantage of the fantastic weather and lace up these babies and hit the road:

*Shout-out to Grandma C for these awesome sneaks!!(The even say “B BOTS,” my nickname, on the tongue)

This is my view on my runs:

I know, poor me, right? I ran about 5 miles, hopefully making up for the popcorn and M&Ms I ate at the movies last night. We went to see the new Sherlock Holmes with our friends Tyler, Kelvie, and Travis. It would have been a really good movie if I wasn’t so darn tired and mainly concentrating on keeping my eyes open. Nothing much on the agenda today except for laundry…maybe… and football (of course).

Oh, as for the review of the Raspberry Angel Food Cake Cupcakes I experimented with. In the words of the hubby, “I like ’em, but not as much as I like the other ones (referring to the Funfetti Soda Cupcakes).” After 2 batches of mini cupcakes, I still had tons of batter left over so I decided to use the rest to make a mini cake. In my opinion, it tastes wayyyy better in actual cake form. It just doesn’t work well as cupcakes. I also sprinkled a little powdered sugar over the cake and it was delish. AND it’s even better if you spread a little peanut butter on it…but, then again, what isn’t better with peanut butter?! Well, time to go spend a little QT with the hubby. Have a fantastic sunday!

Why am I awake?

Somewhere around the vicinity of 2:30 am I start dreaming about my little Jacob (my 5 month old) being a chatty little thing. Not long after, I start waking up, realizing it’s not a dream. He is making baby snow angels and talking about everything under the moon next to me. I’m a partial co-sleeper. Jacob goes down in his crib for the first part of the night. When he wakes up, I go in and bring him back to sleep with me. It’s just easier to nurse that way. But here it is 2:30-ish and he doesn’t want to eat. He wants to gab. “Please stop talking, Jacob. It’s still nigh-nigh time.” He doesn’t give a shit about this – He can sleep whenever he wants. Nigh-nigh time is when he says it’s nigh-nigh time. So, up mommy goes. I remember I may have a message in my facebook inbox, so the plan was to nurse him and get caught up then put him back in his own crib. Fail. He nurses, chats, nurses, arches and yells, nurses, talks some more. The cycle continues. Next, I hear “umghghnnmgh…sigh.” Great. A poopy diaper. Please don’t be blown out. “Okay, little man. Let’s go change you” I say half-peppy as I’m now waking up myself. Shit. Blew through. I haven’t had a mid-night mess like this since the newborn days. He’s all too happy to have given me an additional challenge. It’s fine. I clean him up and get another great idea! Bath time! The warm bath should soothe his little body and help him slip into a nice sleep. Bath goes great! He loves it and I can see his eyeballs getting heavy.  I get him dressed, singing and talking with him. Man, I love his smiles! I again try nursing. Nope – he’s not having it. He starts yelling at me, kicking all over the place! I lift him up and snuggle him so his face is rested on top of my shoulder. Silence. He starts nestling into my chest so I put him down to nurse again. He yells and kicks some more so I lift him back up. Oh no. What do I do now? How long is this going to last? What if he tries to make me just hold him all night? What if I never get a good night sleep again? What’s tomorrow going to bring? What if Caleb wakes up early? What if he’s crabby? Oh no. oh no. oh no. Okay. Calm down. You got this. I bring him into his room where it’s dark and quiet. He’s starting to get pissed. “Okay, baby. Time to swaddle.” I grab his soft green blanket from his crib, lay it on the floor, and swaddle him up. He puts up a little fight but I know this will help. As he’s getting relatively angrier in my arms and I can see his bags under his eyes I realize there’s only one last option. Run. I know this is going to sound awful and I don’t know why it works but I have to swaddle my son up and literally run laps around the house. Okay jog laps. I hold him in my arms so his body isn’t moving or bouncing but I think maybe he likes the sound of my heart beating wildly out of my chest and my gasping for breath. It’s not as easy as it used to be. He’s getting heavy. But just as I figured, within the first lap, eyes closed! What?! I slow my pace. Eyes open, a fights coming out! Nooooo! I start jogging again. Eyes closed. Don’t stop, Sarah. He’ll wake again! I jog lap after lap. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m jogging all over my house! When I finally feel jogged out, I slow my pace to a walk. Eyes half-open then close. Open. Close. He’s asleep. Swings don’t work, but running in my arms does. It’s crazy. My mom believes it’s because I ran during my pregnancy that he enjoys it so much. She may have a point. In any case, life with an infant is never boring. Here’s a few images of how my nights generally look: