Manhandle South of the Panhandle

It has been a while. Last Monday marked year one of marriage for Kevin and I. We had heard "the first year is the hardest." When someone at work asked Kevin about it, he said it really hasn't been that hard, and they assured him it's really the first 7 years. So... I'll let you know in 6 years. We had a low key anniversary- we went out to breakfast, ate lunch at our favorite sushi restaurant, went to all our favorite thrift stores and watched our wedding video (Thanks S&M). On our anniversary of food and fun we saw a woman whose day was not going nearly as well as ours. I promised Kevin I would bake some cookies and so we went to Fred Meyer for the ingredients. As Kevin pulled into a parking spot I said, "Why is that car on the sidewalk?" As we got closer we saw that an old(er) lady had driven her car into the side of the building. It was actually pretty sad. Othe than being momentarily sad for her, we had a great time together. We spent the whole extended weekend alone which is just what we needed.

My title refers to a football game, Patriots vs. Dolphins. Leading up to it, announcers referred to the pending game as the "manhandle south of the panhandle" (because the dolphins suck) thus far it has proved to be true. At half time the score is 42-7 and all the Dolphins fans have left the stadium, their home stadium. Ouch.

We went to J&K's last night, we brought the food, they brought the fun. "Apples to Apples" may be my new favorite game. Bowzer was fun and hung out on my lap while I played the game. He's slightly larger than a lap dog, and so his paws would slide off my knees and he would readjust every minute or so.

I am halfway through my semester and I am anticipating Thanksgiving in California. Otherwise, things are pretty average in the life of the Martins'.