Sunday are for lovers

I am in love with my best friend. He is the greatest person I know.  I'm so lucky to have him in my life. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with him. When things in our life get intense I look at his face and he makes me laugh and forget everything. That's what I've always wanted. 

He made my dreams come true.

So thank you.

Culinary curiosity day 1...

Today on my first journey into culinary curiosity, I decided to bake a batch of pink lemonade cookies. Granted, they weren't exactly what  I wanted to make and they came from a box mix but they look good and  the batter tasted pretty good. Plus, I bought pretty pink frosting to go on top for tomorrow's dinner.

Sunday has become our BFF Dinner Night. We have become really close friends with another couple and we go to their house each week and have dinner and play board games. This week, I wanted to actually contribute something other than a bad of salad or a loaf of garlic bread. So I made the cookies. As I said before, they were not what I really wanted to make but close.

After nearly a week of searches, I couldn't locate the correct recipe for Lemon Drop cookies. I'm determined to find "the one" and I will  know it when I see it. For now, these will have to do. If only I had a camera so I could post pictures of the end result.

I really need to upgrade my phone. Among other things.

#4 with a side of cheese, please...

We're giving the blogging thing another shot so here goes. That is, if I can get my keyboard to cooperate.

Welcome to the Other Side of the Cucumber. A blog dedicated to my not-one-of-the-cool-kids life. Most people probably find me weird  or confusing but I don't really care. This is my way of talking out those feelings because I actually do care.

So, I'm not cool. At all. Never have been.When I was in middle school I wanted to start my own cheerleading club that allowed bigger girls because I was  already overweight and could see where my future was headed. What I didn't think about was the fact that I had no training and no interest from my classmates. All I was this adorable super-short  red skirt that I wore to school every day for ages that looked just like  a cheerleader skirt. I wanted so badly to fit in (with the kids and into that skirt). Sadly, I never did.

Now, I'm  36 and I spend far too much time trying to impress my co-workers with my off-beat humor (random Ron Burgundy quotes that have nothing to do with the current conversation anyone?) or even the random driver next to me on the highway with my American Idol-audition-style singing complete with Kelly Clarkson impression. Yeah, I can sing but probably shouldn't as much as I do.

And my precious fiancee puts up with all of  it. Sometimes I think he just lets me roll with it because it's easier than asking questions. And I sort of love him for that. I'd probably just  make him feel stupid if  asked anyway.

I suppose I am what some would consider "cheesy." Hence, the entry title. Everything is better with a side of cheese. Just like all music is better with trumpets.