We painted the bathroom last week. Woohoo! That wasn't a problem. It looks really good! And it's a pretty small room so it didn't take long at all. I still need to put some finishing touches on it, and then it'll get it's own personal blog post. I'm excited about it! And that excitement helped inspire getting the rest of the house done. We want to do the bedroom next, so we decided to pick a comforter. We really didn't agree on much. So I went with the only one we did agree on. As soon as I ordered it, I started doubting. Which grew to complete dislike of the comforter. It arrived yesterday, and is going back. I already have another picked out that has yet to make me doubt, so I'm confident in what our bedroom will look like! For all interested parties, I am choosing this one: http://www.kohls.com/upgrade/webstore/product_page_multiple.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524892808882&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374757579802&searchTerm=bamboosa+8+pc+set&bmUID=1340201813060
I've come to realize our toaster doesn't like me. It took a few pieces of bread to find the right setting, but I did. I make Etienne's toast first and it come out perfectly. But then I make mine, haven't changed a thing, and it's overdone. Every single time! I've even tried turning it a setting lower and it STILL burned. What in the world, toaster?! Why you bein' nice to Etienne? He didn't even want you! Well, I hope whatever it has a against me will be short lived so I can start eating some decent toast. =P
I'm working this week as a greeter in a fancy house that is a part of what Tulsa calls the Parade of Homes. It's much like Home-a-rama in Cincinnati. It's a beautiful home! It won second place in it's price category ($800,000 and above). The builder, Dennis, was pretty pleased with that. It's kind of a boring job, but all the interesting people make it ok. There's some weird ones out there, let me tell ya! Oh! I almost forgot! The first day, Saturday, this man was hanging around me waiting for what looked like his mom to finish touring the house - or so I thought. She finally came back to the front and walked out the door. Before he left he said he had a question for me. I said, "What?" and he said, "Are you single?" ARE YOU SERIOUS?! But then I had the privilege of saying, "No, I'm married." And it was pretty cool. =)
I found out that I need to register and pay for classes by July 9th. I did not know that until a few days ago, and really am not prepared. I was planning on getting into the Honors program, and then getting the Honors tuition waiver, but that's a process that could take a month. Now I find out I have two weeks. I'm still trying to put the process in motion (which is even more difficult it being the summer), but I don't think it'll be done by July 9th. I'm debating just waiting till just before school starts in hopes that I'll get it before then, and then just pay the lame $25 fee for signing up late.
Looking back on the last few days, there's really no reason to be down. What's silly is the one of the biggest things that's happened that should've brought me down really didn't have much effect on me at all! I totally burned dinner last night. My first time to fail in the kitchen since being married, and only the third time to fail in the kitchen in my life. Since these are such isolated incidences, I don't pay them much mind. Anyway, I call this a big event because of how dramatic it was.
Blackened salmon was on the menu. First of all, I've never made any kind of fish before because I don't like it and never eat it. Second of all, I was expecting Etienne to make it, because he talks about making it all the time. But when I asked him if he was going to make it, he told me he had to clean the garage, and went outside. So I attempted it.
I had found the recipe online and really should have listened to one of the ladies that commented on it and gave an oven alternative to the skillet. But I didn't. I prepared the fillets (which were WAY too spicy for ANYONE'S taste, so the recipe was partly to blame for the epic failure this fish became) and threw them on the skillet, on high heat as directed. Immediately smoke starts billowing out of the skillet. This has happened before when Etienne makes steak (which is all part of the cooking process - he does it on purpose) so I knew what to do. I turned on the microwave fan, threw open the kitchen window, and turned around to see even more smoke pouring from the pan. This was a lapse of maybe ten seconds. I turned the salmon in vain hope of saving it, but this was very blackened salmon. Heat was WAY too high. Etienne came back in and opened all the doors, and it's something of a miracle the smoke detectors didn't go off. The house was full of smoke. I took the fish out of the skillet (that side was less blackened though it had been in there longer. Go figure) and put it on a pan to put in the oven. It needed to finish cooking. While the outside was charred, the inside was raw.
Eventually we ate it and Etienne pronounced it the worst blackened salmon he'd ever eaten. Which made me smile. At least now I know he's being honest in his reviews of my cooking. Turns out, he buys salmon fillets already blackened from Sam's and all he has to do is heat it up. So when I asked him to make it from scratch, he was intimidated and found the garage a necessary task for the moment. What's funniest to me about the whole thing is, it's the only fish I've ever eaten that I've been able to stomach without gagging. I didn't say I liked it - there was too much burn flavor for me - but I honestly didn't hate it either. So that was the ordeal with the fish. I now know to buy the already blackened salmon from Sam's if I ever want to do this again. And also, it might be a good idea to listen to the lady who gave the tip about the oven if I ever decide to attempt that recipe again.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I hope my blunders of the past week have made you smile. I think I've been down because I just miss home. I guess I'm still adjusting to this living in Tulsa thing. Pray for my spirits to be lifted while I muddle through being a grown up down here!
Love,
Elizabeth
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| My fishing buddy, Rex, at my grandparents' farm in McAlester. |
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