Me and my kitchen gadgets

I am the proud new owner of a foodsaver. What a great invention! I am addicted to foodsaving. Why didnt I get one of these sooner?! You can "save" anything. I made a salad the other night for dinner and had leftover lettuce so I decided to food-saver it. It is two days later and the lettuce is still green. I had alot of chili leftovers, so I said why not, food-saver it! I almost vacuum packed the one leftover porkchop but my wonderfully thrift husband said, why waste a bag? HHmmmm. Because I can... I was packing my lunch and came very very close to doing the same to my lunch, but then I thought finding scissors to open my sandwich might be a little much. So far everything I have packaged it still airtight. Now I can justify the 15 pounds of ground beef I buy at the warehouse club. I highly recommend one, you would be surprised how much you can food-saver. Plus you can make your own custom size bag and the bags are reusable. Lets see how long it takes this kitchen gadget to join the other dust collectors on my pantry shelf.

How is that fair?

My husband and I came to an agreement a few weeks ago. We both work full time jobs and somehow the household has become my responsibility. I am not sure if that is because of the natural progression of things or what. My job has been more demanding lately and I come home and just don't want to clean, do laundry, grocery shop or pay bills. I especially don't want to cook dinner. By the time you cook, eat and clean (I don't have a dishwasher) the evening is over. This was made worse by the fact that my wonderful husband says he has a belly timer that goes off every night at 6pm. I would get constantly pestered if dinner wasn't ready by six. ARGH! So, that is why we came to an agreement. He would cook dinner, as he gets home earlier than me, and I would clean. GREAT! I thought this was a wonderful idea and why did we wait so long to come to this. Well, the first night he cooked spaghetti. That was fine with me, I like spaghetti and there are few dishes to wash with spaghetti. The second night we had leftovers. By this time I was making the Nexium I take for heartburn work overtime. The third night he was going to make dinner. The menu was beef with a red sauce and elbow pasta. Well he acted shocked when I told him this was spaghetti all over again. Then we talked for half an hour over how this was or was not different from spaghetti. I am not sure who won that one because no dinner was cooked that night...So at this point I had eaten spaghetti for dinner and the next two days for lunch. The following night I came home to dinner waiting on me. WOO HOO. It was goulash....Beef, red sauce, and noodles. He called it goulash because it was thicker than spaghetti. I ate it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I was starving. By this time all I taste day and night is red sauce. Now I regret going to the warehouse club and buying spaghetti sauce in bulk. Lesson learned. I look in the pantry for sure we are out of sauce by now, nope 2 more jars. So, we are now at Friday night. He calls me on the way home and says lets beat the Valentines day crowd and go to dinner a day early. I say fine with me. He gets in the car and says lets go to Olive Garden. ARGH!!! At least they have Alfredo sauce. So here we are Sunday night and dinner time is upon us once again. He had planned to make hamburgers last night, but neither one of us was hungry so that is what we had tonite. I cook the hamburgers and as I am cleaning us it dawns on me that I got stuck with the cooking AND the cleaning. I am pondering how this happens and he comes into the kitchen and told me I missed a spot. I ask him how I got myself in this position and he tells me it is because I am so much better at washing dishes than he is. He grabs dessert and walks out...What else can I do but be thankful he is a wonderful loving husband.

This is my first time...

Ok, so I have never done this before. I could never understand the reason why people who lead normal boring lives would want to do this. My friend sent me an e-mail that said she had joined, so I looked at hers and figured since my hubby wasnt home yet I had some time to kill. I never knew this would be so involved. It took me 20 minutes just to pick a picture. I hate to have my pic taken. Speaking of pics, no I dont like turtles. This was taken at Biltmore Estates on our honeymoon. Ok, that says something about you when the most current pic of you is 4 years old. Anyway...I suspect this is going to be a very boring blog. I dont do much, I work a long work week and thats about it. I am pretty much a homebody. Last week we went to see Paul Blart Mall Cop. That was pretty funny. Tomorrow I am going to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. I cant wait, I really enjoy the books. Plus I get to spend time with one of my dearest friends.