January 2014- A Photo Recap

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I updated my iPhone tonight, which reminded me to upload my photos to the computer for my photo archive…and because I have a stupid amount of audio books on my phone and very little room left for storage.  So, I thought it might be fun to do a photo recap of the month!

It is very much a Scottish tradition to dress up in the “full gear” as my husband calls it, to ring in the New Year.  He wore this and I wore a long-sleeved shirt with sweatpants.  Oh, I wanted to dress up and look all sexy for him, but the raging staph infection I had along with a 4 inch boil on my ribcage made a bra impossible, and the fever made a good attitude far from possible.

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My husband also has a serious love of Indian food and has missed it since he moved here.  We were sitting in the Walgreens drive thru picking up prescriptions and the window was cracked just a tiny amount so our little dog could stick his head out to “Sniff Smellies” as I call it.  Suddenly, my husband whipped his head around, looked me right in the eye and said “I smell curry”.  Sure enough, we looked around and found a new restaurant in town.  He happily spent the rest of his Christmas cash on an order of goat curry.  Yeah, I said GOAT.  I tried a bite, and liked it, so eventually we’ll go on a buffet day to play around and figure out if there is some Indian food I also like.

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If you’re in the Central Arkansas area and need a plumber…

Ok, shouldn’t an electrician be named Benjamin Franklin?  Just saying.

2-1-14 Ben Franklin

My dogs NEVER cuddle. Never.  Did the world tip off its axis or what?

2-1-14 OMG SQUEE

Speaking of cuddling, when it’s cold outside I suddenly become a personal heater for the critters in my house.  And let’s pretend I have totally finished patching the hole in the wall from Big Dogs teething phase…Wait until I show you what she does to my bed linens!

2-1-14 Chad Cuddle

It snowed.  *snicker*

2-1-14 Snow

I did not take this picture on my cell phone while driving and using a headset to talk at the same time.  I promise!  Anyway, I am a crappy painter, but a friend of mine keeps trying to turn me into an artist, so this will be used for sunset inspiration.

2-1-14 Watercolor Sunset Inspo

My brother is  working on different licenses for single fixed wing aircraft.  I got a text from my sister-in-law telling me they were about to fly over the house and to come outside so they could wave.  Only my sister-in-law would text from a plane.

2-1-14 Bro Flyby

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Author: Jill Stewart

I am a 37 -year-old woman from Arkansas who is happily married to a Scottish immigrant aka “the hubby” “the hubs” or if I am calling him directly “YO YOU!” We’ve been married for 3 years and it’s been a crazy ride, and unfortunately our finances have been beat to death in the last few years. We have two dogs and a cat, no kids. The Blog- What’ll you find: Financial Information as we try to become debt free My attempts at working and trying to maintain a home to the standards I like My adventures in learning how to sew Arts and craft projects Funny tidbits from my life including living with a Scottish person, the dogs, and other oddball things that happen to me. What you won’t find: Much on children. I don’t have kids and I can’t have kids. Recipes- I don’t mind cooking, but unless it’s something really special, don’t come here looking for the weekly recipe! You won’t find it- unless you ask my husband. If you’re interested in what you see, please follow me on Facebook or sign up for emails! Most of all, leave a comment or ask a question! I am always happy to hear from you!

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