Some things never change. No matter how old you are.
  When I was little I hated going to sleep early on Friday and Saturday nights. I would stay up late in my bedroom, sometimes cleaning but most of the time reading books or watching a movie or two. Even as a teenager my favorite night time movies were Disney. Mulan and Hercules are still two of my favorites.
   Well last night I got into one of these moods. We have given in to the Netflix temptation and so far we love it. As we were watching Psych last night Cody fell asleep on the couch. I forgot to mention the late night snacks I would eat to. When I was younger I would drink a whole gallon of Raspberry Lemonade. I would sneak into the kitchen at about 11:30 when every one else was just about asleep and make an entire pitcher of the stuff, put it into a water bottle and creep back up the stairs. Sometimes I would make popcorn or taquitos, basically anything that sounded delicious in the middle of the night.
   Back to last night, as I was sitting on the couch I felt like it was one of these midnight snack times. As I was making a chip dip Cody woke up and asked what time it was and what could I possibly be thinking. Well, needless to say, when I brought the warm, delicious dip in the living room he shot right up. 




I've decided that you just never grow out of some things. I don't think I will ever grow out of late nights watching movies just to stay up late with good snacks.

Dinner... The Complete Disaster


So tonight as we were watering our garden, which is huge by the way and will produce wonderfully delicious foods, I decided that steak and potatoes would be a great dinner.

As we were waiting for the steaks to do its magic on the grill, Cody's stomach started not feeling so well. He put me in charge of watching the steak. Well... the thing about asking me to do something like that is that I don't always remember and I get distracted easily. 

Needless to say, one side looks perfect and smells amazing.
While the other looks like a giant lump of charcoal.

We also have a smart cat friend who decided that it (because I am not sure if it is a boy or a girl cat) wanted to join us for dinner. After I saw flames over a foot high I decided my pathetic little fork was no match for these monsters. I left the door open and by the time I walked back outside with tongs our little feline friend was just about inside the bag of cat food. Tricky little bugger.