What I Miss Most

1. My family. On both sides: mine, in Utah (my parents soon-to-be), and Dave's in Colorado. And no, I'm not just saying that to avoid offense. I actually happen to love my in-laws, for realsies.

The Coltharp Clan (my fam) last summer. Dave, Me, Josh, Sam, Cindi, Braxton, Aaron, Heather, Mike, Reagan, Jonah, Jordan, Mom, Dad, John (his wife and kids were missing that day), Brian, Leslie, Alexa, Ayla, and Brigham.

The Meyers girls: Jen, Mary, Mom, and Jess (Dave's sisters and mom), and us. 

2. My bestie. Am I allowed to use that word even though I'm not a teenager? Doesn't matter, because I just did. I haven't seen her in four years, minus the one hour I got to spend with her last month--an hour of chasing after and disciplining our kids instead of deep, meaningful conversation.

My brother, John, and Chloe, when she lived with us our senior year of high school. No, it's wasn't Halloween. That's just another example of the craziness that is my family. And I love it.

3. Colorado.

Castlewood Canyon, one of Dave and I's favorite spots when we were dating. We even carved our name at the base of a rock under the little waterfall. It's hard to see the waterfall, but it's there. And I know it looks tiny here, but it's really not. We had to repel down the canyon side to get to it, and the waterfall itself is actually about fifteen feet tall.

4. My body. Oh, gosh, how I miss my pre-baby body. Before my boobs deflated, my stomach stretched, and my hips widened.

That's a climbing wall harness around my waist.

5. When Friday night actually meant something. Like a date, a late night, and a late morning of sleeping in the next day. Sometimes naked. Yes, I said it.
6. Living close to civilization. Like doctors or a mall or normal restaurants or fast-food, or even Walmart.
7. My pre-baby hair. When it didn't fall out just from running my hand through it. When I wasn't worried I might go bald. When it wasn't horrid.

From blond and pretty, to dingy and flabby (I'm talking about me, by the way, not Dave). Man, we were young.

8. Bauer. My cat and Jack. 

Back in the day, during season five of 24, when the Holidays and us would have "24 night." And I'm comfortable showing a picture of me stuffing my face with popcorn here, because I know I'm not the only one who loves to stuff her face.

Bauer, on Easter.

9. Me time. Having time to myself that isn't at eleven o'clock at night.
10. This. I know I already said my family, but this is separate than that. I miss the crazy, wacky, silliness that is me and my siblings.

Cindi, John, Me, Brian, and Heather.

Top Ten Food

I decided to start participating in a new, hot trend. I'm a list person and everything I do is in list form. Because I have the worst memory ever and can't remember a single thing unless I write it down. Plus, being able to cross something off a list is almost better than sex a great feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment.

I plot out my novels in list form, I plot out my blog post topics in list form, I plot out my daily to-dos in list form, and I shop in list form.

I know, who doesn't? But I'm anal about it. I have to rewrite the list before I go to shopping and arrange the items on my list in order of where they are in the store. And then if I remember something else I have to get while I'm at the store, and I have a pen with me (sometimes I forget one, probably because it wasn't on the list), I will add it to the list.

Okay, enough with my list fetish. Here's my first Monday Listicles post (stop by Stasha's blog). And the fact that it's based around food is even better. Here are ten foods I'd rather die than live without (okay, maybe not die, but it sounded good):

1. Cake. Anyone who knows me well knows that cake is my all-time favorite food. I could eat a whole cake alone. Seriously. I can't even watch Cake Boss or any other cake show because it makes me crave it all day (though I watch them anyway). One time I even ran to the store after an episode of Cake Boss and bought a cake all for me to share with my family.
2. Chocolate. Because I'm a stereotypical woman. And I need chocolate.
3. Caramel. Because it makes everything better. Chocolate, ice-cream, apples, salty snacks, vegetables. Just kidding on the vegetables.
4. Bread/rolls. I'm addicted to bread almost worse than I am to chocolate and cake. Almost. I could eat a whole pan of rolls in one night if I let myself. I'd be suffering all night because of it, but I'd do it. I've done it before.
5. Cheese. Oh, cheese. I love cheese. Cheese is another thing that makes everything better.
6. Fruit. I know, something healthy. It's a surprise. But I do love fruit. It's refreshing, sweet...mmm. Makes my mouth water just thinking about it. In fact, when I'm pregnant, it's all I usually want.
7. Meat. All kinds (except liver and other gross body parts that should never be eaten). Chicken, Beef, Pork, Fish. Love it all. I could never be a vegetarian for that reason. Never. Move aside salad. Give me a juicy burger or a big fat steak and I'm good.
8. Other carbs. Pasta and potatoes go great with everything.
9. Oreos. Because...well...they're oreos.
10. Mexican Food. I love me some good Mexican food. In fact, it's one of the perks of living in Arizona (and to me there aren't many). There are some great Mexican restaurants here. An enchilada smothered in cheese...mmm.

Notice how most of these are junk? Yeah. I guess you could say I'm like a kid in the way I always want sweets. I crave them. And it's not like these are the only foods I eat, but I stuff my face with junk all day and I really don't eat them a lot. But I'm working on limiting them from my diet even more.

Though so far, to no avail.