My Simple Life?

Just a quick post. Christmas was AMAZING. Our families are wonderful. We are really hoping that next year our family lives closer together so maybe we will get to see everyone. A girl can dream…right?

On a side note. Today Dave called me at work. He sounded a little nervous when he told me that we only have 30 days to join our cell phone plans or we will have to wait until our contracts are up in two years. Okay. I agreed to marry him. You know, live with him and love him FOREVER and he is nervous I won’t want to commit to a family cell phone plan. I love him. He takes nothing forgranted.

One of my favorite holiday memories as a child was sitting at my grandmother’s kitchen table. chit chatting and eating pomegranates. To clarify, I spent every day of my childhood sitting around my grandmother’s kitchen table, chit chatting or listening to her and my great aunts chit chat, it was kind of my favorite place to be. But every Christmas/Thanksgiving time my Gram would buy us pomegranates. It was great. mmmmmm

I could hardly resist the urge to share this tradition with Dave. I excitedly (inwardly excited I didn’t want to hype the pomegranate too much and disappoint) bought one yesterday and rushed home to break it open. It is a lot of work to get those little seeds out of that fruit.(FYI deseeding in a bowl of water works well. seeds sink, other junk floats).

Okay, well before I get too far, I need to explain. Dave claims to HATE fruit. In fact he doesn’t hate fruit, it is more that he feels fruit does not make itself available enough for him. They have a complicated relationship. He will wash, peel, chop, mince, whatever you want to a vegetable, but the boy won’t eat an apple that has not been cut and peeled for him. (Needless to say he’s not eating many apples these days). He hates oranges, that is until they are peeled and sectioned. He has a less complex love affair with berries and grapes.

So here I stand with a bowl full of pomegranate seeds, ready to go. Dave was skeptical, something about some Greek goddess who died from the poisonous pomegranate. Seriously, we all know how those Greek myths are based on fact. He tried, I will give him credit, he did try one, but that was it. Oh well.  I really can’t blame him. Pomegranate has a weird flavor, it’s a little dry. But the memories that accompany the fruit are the reason I will probably have two or three more this winter.

Okay so we get married in less than 3 months. Time is flying. All the major stuff is done. Flowers are ordered. We have our wedding attire (Jenna, do you have a dress? We should work on that). Invitations are addressed and stamped and are being sent out this week. Menu is set. Cake is ordered. We are in good shape. I hope. Now we can focus n the holidays.

We put up the Christmas tree last weekend. Decorating the tree was one of thse things I was waaaay too cool for as a teenager. I found it annoying and couldn’t understand why my parents made such a big deal out of it. It was tree that was just going to have to be undecoarted in a month if not sooner. But now I understand. Something about decorating our Christmas tree made me very sentimental. I mean Dave and I are a family. We will always be a family and maybe someday we will have our own family.  It is a bizarre thought. You spend 20 something years considering one group of people your family and then you meet one person that can create the same feelings with in you. It is crazy. I don’t know if any of that came out right. I don’t know that I will ever be able to put that feeling into words. But it is on my mind…

On a different note I burnt my hand pretty bad trying to make dinner. It is okay now, still waiting for feeling to be restored in one finger, but otherwise okay. The sad part is I NEVER cook. I can cook, but I never do. Guess that is why.