Halloween Scares

Two of the other dietitians and I decided to "dress up" for Halloween today and wear black skirts with striped tights. Not exactly a flattering picture of any of us.
I decided to add a special touch to my tights--my pointy toed high heels with a buckle--"witch shoes". People kept complimenting me ALL DAY on my shoes and tights. One guy even told me I looked hot. Yikes.

On Wednesday morning, I found the RD office all decorated for me. The dietitians surprised me with a congratulatory happy face balloon and stuff.

The balloon actually kind of creeps me out. I brought it home yesterday and put it in our bedroom. I kept imagining it looking at me and was scared it might float over me at night and scare the crap out of me. So I tied it to Graham's nightstand to make it stay put. When Graham turned off the light, he said to me.. "I bet you're going to get scared of this balloon later."

10 minutes later, Graham got up to get a drink of water in the dark. He yelled--AHHHH what is that?! It was the balloon, smiling at Graham. The string got caught on Graham's arm and hit him in the face. I laughed so hard I nearly died. Who's the fraidy-cat now?!

Confession

I'm kind of a disaster in the kitchen.

Yes, I can cook, but I'm pretty clumsy and something will go wrong almost definitely if it can.

I spill things, knock things over, drop food on the floor, accidentally mix in the wrong ingredients.. i.e. anything that can do wrong... will go wrong!

Case #1: Burned Williams-Sonoma towel

Lesson learned: Don't use a towel to pick up a hot pan from an electric stove.

Case #2: Flaming marshmallow topping

Lesson learned:

Don't put marshmallows close to the broiler unless you want the fire alarm to go off.

Lesson of the day:

You know you are addicted to blogging when something is on fire in your kitchen and you stop and ask, "wait, can I take a picture of this for my blog?"

Sherri.. MS, RD

I passed my RD exam yesterday!

My heart stopped when the test stopped after 110 questions... out of 225.

A screen popped up: "This test is finished.. please get your results from the testing office."

I was like.. "Oh s#!t. I failed!"

After clicking through the next questions (a stupid survey about the testing center), I found out I passed. I can't tell you how well I did, because I don't really know. My score is a "scaled score", based on how difficult the test is. So, I don't understand my score at all.

I do know that I'm a super test taker though because the guy said he'd never seen somebody pass this particular test so quickly.

Anyways, Graham and I went out to celebrate as soon as I got home. We went to a delicious bistro-like restaurant in Brem Brem called "The Patio" and enjoyed my freedom from studying. Hallelujah!

Sleeping Beauty

Cheap blanket with misspelling from Micronesia: $10
Makeshift bed in the family room for a sick Graham: Free

Knowing I have the most adorable husband EVER: Priceless

Date Night

So, Graham and I had a "date night" last night. We took the ferry over to Seattle, did an endowment session, and went out to dinner at BJ's Restaurant and Brewery.

We don't go out to eat that often because Bremerton's selection is quite limited: Shari's, Burger King, Outback... You get the idea. The nearby town has more restaurants, but we just don't have the time or desire to dine out.

One reason is money.. We're really trying to pay off our debts: credit card, my ring, his car..

Another reason is taste. I don't know how many of you know this, but many chain restaurants have pre-made frozen food that the "cooks" just throw into a pan. Ever since my friend told me that, I just don't enjoy eating out that much because the food just tastes "warmed over". The restaurants where I've really noticed the frozen food include the following:

--Applebee's. I will literally never eat here again. NEVER.
--Olive Garden. This restaurant is less noticeable than the others.
--Cheesecake Factory. You can definitely tell the difference in texture between a fresh chopped onion and a chopped frozen onion in a pasta.
--BJ's Restaurant. Graham's chicken was one of those pre-cooked chicken breasts with "grill marks". It was really chewy too.

Anyways, I was really disappointed with the food. Chewy chicken. Yuck.

I'm wondering what you all are interested in hearing about on my blog. I don't see any of you on a regular basis, so what would you like me to blog about? Whitney said more funny stories about Graham (i.e. him eating pot roast off the floor).. So what about you?