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This epiphany reminded me of a conversation Caton and I had on the way to our&lt;a href="http://jennabruning.blogspot.com/2012/01/sushi.html" target="_blank"&gt; Sushi Making Class&lt;/a&gt; on New Year's Eve. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caton: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope the have the freshest cucumbers. Like &lt;strong&gt;really fresh cucumbers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's pretty safe to say that the vegetables will be fresh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caton: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh vegetables are really important. It's like tomatoes; they can really make or break a sandwich. You know when you have a really great sandwich but the tomato is just not fresh and it completely ruins the sandwich. That's why I never get tomatoes on my sandwiches because it's just not worth the risk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how you have a theory on something that you think is really good and you've pretty much perfected it so you have to seize every opportunity to slide it into conversation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caton: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah! That's kind of what that tomato one is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I've heard that speech from you about tomotoes already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caton: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? It seems like that one doesn't really fit into conversations very often so I really need to take advantage when it does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-1357255752742823459?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ9bT2dV96s/Ty_0hhu60gI/AAAAAAAADos/IsFBb7NIyzU/s1600/12+-+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ9bT2dV96s/Ty_0hhu60gI/AAAAAAAADos/IsFBb7NIyzU/s640/12+-+1" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aubrey came with us and spent the majority of the evening trying to walk down the track. So I spent the majority of the evening chasing after Aubrey and scooping her up before she could get onto the bowling area. Martin said she was like a sea turtle who just keeps going back to the sea no matter how often you pull her away. As we were leaving, a band was just starting to play and Aubrey was mesmerized. She stood inches away from the players, not losing concentration and clapping her hands and shaking her body to the rhythm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-345943057692717325?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;random talking....shit....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, you gotta watch what you say. We're really trying to cut the swearing out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;random talking....ass....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me/Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, watch it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think that's really one of the bad ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it is. It's one of the really bad ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well what happens when she finds out what a donkey is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll call it a donkey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a donkey's donkey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-6293081889365590460?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you're headlights aren't on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugh. You know there was a time when this type of anti-inclement weather wouldn't mean you had to turn your headlights on. There was a time when everyone would be driving without headlights in weather like this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But.....because it's Sunday I say...Thank you kind sir. And I bestow happiness and blessings to you and your family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-8340102307258689198?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The superbowl this year was fairly anticlimatic. I don't really know much about football, but until the last three minutes of the game I thought it was a pretty boring game. Things really started the pick up when the &lt;strong&gt;Patriots &lt;em&gt;let &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the Giants score a touchdown and the Giants were really trying all they could do to &lt;em&gt;not score&lt;/em&gt; but fell into the endzone. &lt;br /&gt;
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For the most part, I just really enjoy the company and the food. My sister-in-law Megan came over with her to &lt;strong&gt;adorable &lt;/strong&gt;daughters. My brothers, Alex and Garrett, joined us. Gabe stopped by to cheer against me. Matt Fry stopped in and Kerri Mckenna. A nice full living room, which is all I really wanted anyway. Aubrey and I both wore our Buffalo Bills jerseys to show our support for the home team. &lt;br /&gt;
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And the food.....gaucamole.....chicken wing dip....buffalo chicken fingers....salsa.....chips with a hint of lime....and shocktop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-2316591592309990045?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'll just go to Dick's on Sunday and get a stick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well. I don't know if you're going to have time. There's that meeting after church and then our superbowl party. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's....what...forty minutes from here. I think I could make the whole trip in an hour and a half. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;looks at Martin with skeptism)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;What! I'll be in and out of the store like boom bamity boom boom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;(continues to look with skeptism)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you don't think I can move quickly, but I can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-8022687764041926845?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to take a video of Aubrey dancing today. I only caught the tail end of it. It's so hard because you never know for sure when she's going to bust a move and she won't do it on command. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so funny when babies dance because you figure anything a baby does is a complete instinct and you wouldn't think dancing to music would be an instinct.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. And it's funny to watch because they aren't worried about what anyone is thinking, it's just what feels good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-6047885483392018620?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Garrett &lt;strong&gt;refuses &lt;/strong&gt;to let me take ANY photos of him. Not even in the name of preserving his &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; relationship with his niece in photographic form. After six months of owning this phone, I've FINALLY figured out how to turn off that little &lt;em&gt;click &lt;/em&gt;noise when a photo is taken. That feature has really helped my in my stealth photographer abilities. If Garrett knew these photos existed he'd probably attempt to burn my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-3668910386510355084?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really like snowy days like this. It looks nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know &lt;/em&gt;(lifts up my phone to take a picture)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can never really get a good picture though. It never looks as good and you can't see the snowflakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, me either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-8268780215055934246?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Kendyll: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aubrey....that didn't hurt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Aubrey crawls over to me and continues to whimper*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Kendyll: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suck it, Aubrey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*everyone breaks out into fits of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did she just tell Aubrey to suck it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Megan: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think she was going for Suck it up because that's what I usually say to her, but she was just a lot more direct. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-9157244117859963904?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*conversation over the phone between Martin and Gabe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Well I"ll let you go, I've got to eat dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you/Jenna making?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's already made. Stuffed Pepper Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuffed Pepper Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Gabe: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuffed Pepper Soup - I'll have her do a blog post on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Honey, do a blog post on this soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! Don't eat it. I have to take a picture of it then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Recipe taken from &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2011/12/stuffed-pepper-soup.html#more" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, found on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/jennabruning/food/" target="_blank"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-4747766735897718270?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, a couple weeks ago, I was watching the Giants beat the Packers and I decided to look it up. And then I decided to start a game with Caton. And then I was &lt;strong&gt;apparently&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to make the first move but &lt;em&gt;the game&lt;/em&gt; had given me all consonants and I couldn't form a single word. So I had to pass. &lt;strong&gt;On my first move. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To say that Caton crushed me in this game is a &lt;strong&gt;huge understatement&lt;/strong&gt; but I felt like I really learned a lot about strategy from her and when my sister-in-law, Jenn, started a game with me - I felt like I was much more equipped to play. &lt;br /&gt;
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The great thing about Words with Friends is it really doesn't require &lt;em&gt;any time - &lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean, other than the massive vocabulary that is in a constant swirl around my head now (&lt;em&gt;hmm. what words do I know that end with x? What about q? Is there anything I can add to the end of that word other than an s to elongate it as I am typing another word?&amp;nbsp;I feel smarter already and I haven't even typed anything) &lt;/em&gt;but time commitment wise - it's not there. You play when you have a minute. If you don't have a minute until 24 hours after your opponent last played NO BIG DEAL. It's pretty amazing. It took Caton and I almost two weeks to complete our first game. Which sort of leads me to wonder &lt;em&gt;why was it such a huge deal for Alex Baldwin to shut it off? &lt;/em&gt;but that's a whole other question. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other amazing thing about Words with Friends is I feel like I'm really communicating with these people that I, otherwise, don't talk to enough. If someone were to ask me if I'd talked to Caton lately my gut reaction would be to say yes, even though the most interaction we have had during the &lt;strong&gt;entire month&amp;nbsp;of January&lt;/strong&gt; is placing letter tiles back and forth, and virtually at that. &lt;br /&gt;
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So....Words with Friends....Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-5204860693342152089?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;On Saturday I had to work all day and Aubrey spent the day hanging out with Martin. I think it was a really good bonding day for both of them. Martin sent me the picture message of the "creeper wagon" they played with in the shop and when I got home they were both &lt;em&gt;really engrossed&lt;/em&gt; with perusing facebook together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-3661170946393595111?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aubrey's reach for the phone isn't helping her case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-5606251571414170991?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Wow. If you had just read the side&amp;nbsp;panel of the bottle we probably could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble. You basically did&lt;strong&gt; the opposite &lt;/strong&gt;of everything it says here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: What do you&amp;nbsp;mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*taken from the side of the bottle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: Oil will catch fire if overheated. Damage or serious burns may result.&lt;br /&gt;
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DO&amp;nbsp;heat oil carefully, uncovered, on medium heat&lt;br /&gt;
DO reduce heat if smoking occurs&lt;br /&gt;
DO NOT leave unattended while heating.&lt;br /&gt;
DO NOT refill bottle with hot oil. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;IF OIL CATCHES&amp;nbsp;FIRE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
DO turn off heat&lt;br /&gt;
DO cover pot until cooled to room temperature to avoid reignition&lt;br /&gt;
DO NOT&amp;nbsp;carry pot until cool.&lt;br /&gt;
DO NOT put water on hot or flaming&amp;nbsp;oil.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the plus side, I&amp;nbsp;DID NOT&amp;nbsp;put water on the hot/flaming oil and I also DID NOT attempt to refill the bottle with hot oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-8142166915728671446?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell you what, if those footie pajamas ever really make a comeback and they start producing them in adult sizes I am definitely going to buy some. Those look amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Katie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have some upstairs. They would probably fit you. You have to try them on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh! Do they have a backdoor? You know for really cold, lazy days?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Katie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha. I'm not sure you'll have to check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FKHM52ciVA/TxgiBuPkLMI/AAAAAAAADTY/zJDQcLh2QjI/s1600/IMAG1522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FKHM52ciVA/TxgiBuPkLMI/AAAAAAAADTY/zJDQcLh2QjI/s640/IMAG1522.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Thursday I was off for the day because I'm working this weekend so I got to hang out with Aubrey &lt;strong&gt;all day long&lt;/strong&gt; (and I also got to see a couple great friends from college. Michelle! Ranatta!) In the morning, after breakfast but before we had really gotten up the energy to put &lt;em&gt;actual clothes &lt;/em&gt;on Aubrey and I were playing together in the living room and decided to do an inpromptu photo shoot. Aubrey loves to take the picture and then immediately look at herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-8824344385293837999?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Basically, we end up eating spaghetti &lt;strong&gt;at minimum &lt;/strong&gt;twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another persistent food problem of mine is that I often buy some item because I am really excited about making &lt;strong&gt;one particular thing&lt;/strong&gt; with this item and then I forget about the remainder until it is growing something in my refrigerator. Not the most economical cooking strategy out there. &lt;br /&gt;
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So THIS YEAR I am turning over a new leaf. I'm so organized. I have all these amazing dishes that I've heard about, or seen on pinterest, or read on other blogs and I'm excited to actually have the organization to try them out. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I created a memo in my phone and I have our dinners planned out into February. And then when I'm shopping I can look at the memo and make sure I get the appropriate ingredients. It also eliminates me forgetting to use the remainder of items that I purchase because I make sure if I know I am going to buy a pack of zucchini for grilled zucchini one day that I use the remainder to try making zucchini pasta that I saw on pinterest sometime later in the week. It's really brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;
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Fish Tacos with a Greek Yogurt sauce. I had previously used the Greek Yogurt to make a different topping for Chicken Gyros.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is great. I don't know how everything that comes out of the crockpot can be so good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know if I would go so far as to say &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; is great from the crockpot, but I will agree that I'm pretty good at choosing the great recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-3858781279266567795?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa! You're packing all this stuff?? I thought we could maybe just take one bag plus the hanger bag with your suit and my dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just throwing my stuff together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're going for ONE night. Do you really need &lt;strong&gt;two extra&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of boxers and three tee shirts. You're going to be in your suit most of the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. I'll take some stuff out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, I wanted to put our shoes in the bag first so they don't get our clothes dirty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Does my duffel bag work, or do you have a particular&amp;nbsp; bag you want to use to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...well....I actually do like my duffel bag better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course you do. Well, find me this AMAZING bag and I'll fill it up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-5465517976830924460?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, look there's an office chair on the side of the road. Anyone need an office chair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bill: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody will kill you for that office chair around here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(seconds later we see a man scurrying down the underpass to retrieve his lost office chair, looking up we find an entire home set up under that underpass)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is that guy doing walking down the middle of this highway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Martin: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my gosh....he's selling cotton candy! We really should buy some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bill: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is honestly the first time I've ever seen anyone peddling cotton candy on the side of the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(we then watched as a truck stopped in the middle of the intersection to purchase some cotton candy, causing all the cars behind him to miss their opportunity to turn left.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Bill: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We really should have purchased some of that cotton candy. It would have been a great story and really added to your Chicago experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1873237899411434450-2051681112502870482?l=jennabruning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aubrey and Amanda made fast friends over Aubrey's dinner of rice and beans on Saturday night in Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;
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