As some of you may know, I used to be a Mexican. Sadly, I was pulled to the Ukrainian side due to a recent marriage. It’s a new world that I’m still adapting to.

But I can confidently say, I don’t think I’ll ever lose my Mexican roots. And tonight, I was taken back with such warm heartfelt memories.

Now that we’re cooking regularly, we’ve learned what kitchen supplies we really need. So we recently purchased our first griddle.

Our first meeting with Mr. Griddle didn’t go so well. James insisted we make fresh hash browns. Unfortunately, the genius husband that I have thought it would be smart to shred the potatoes an hour before we cooked. They turned red after sitting in the fridge. Then when I started griddling them up, he said they looked too gross to eat and just couldn’t do it. So attempt #1, ruined.

We’d let the new kitchen appliance sit for a couple weeks now, until tonight.

I came home from yoga and was pretty hungry. We don’t have too much in the fridge, but you can always count on the fact that there’s cheese in our home.

So I thought I’d give the griddley-grid another chance. A chance to make a true mexican delicacy, a quesadilla.

I gently set the mozzarella/cheddar filled homemade tortilla on the black pan. I heard the first sizzle sizzle and quickly shed a little smirk. After a few moments, I grabbled the spatula to flip this small piece of mexican history. I carefully lifted the half moon, inch by inch, only to discover a perfectly browned, crispily cooked tortilla.

I let the other side cook in hopes of uncovering the same golden perfection. Moments later, I remove the yummy goodness from the griddle, quickly grab the pizza slicer to cut this magnificent creation into fours (like Del Taco of course).

Then I pull apart the first piece, and to my delight, the cheese is stringy and melted perfectly (because one of my biggest pet peves in life is unmelted cheese).

It all tasted incredible. The cheese, the tortilla. This amazing work of chef-ery came together like little clouds of heaven.

Oh griddle, how I adore you. I know we have so many more amazing moments yet to come. I hugged you today because I knew I was in love.

Today my husband told me that he wishes he could shove me in the dishwasher and set it to the disappear mode.

Thank you scoop. That’s sweet.

I laughed though. Because it was pretty funny after all.

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We went on a photo adventure day yesterday. That was fun. Here’s my favorite photo adventure day picture.

If you have nothing else to do, you can look through a few more of my pics here. Woo.

<> Apparently, according to my niece, my mom wants to do yoga with us. WTF? My mom? Really? Interesting.

<> Tori & Dean; Home Sweet Hollywood, is over. What is a girl to do? Really?

<> We just got home from like a 25 mile, 3 hour bike ride with the Aussie. My ass got kicked.

<> I’m actually blogging again?

Finally, can you believe that….

<> These people are actually my friends?

Do you know why girls are the ones that traditionally change their names when we get married? It’s because if boys had to do it, it would never get done! Ever. Okay maybe their drivers license would get changed, but I can almost guarantee that’s pretty much where it would stop.

You see, girls are just better over all. Especially when it comes to getting things done and following through. I’m sorry, but it’s a fact.

This whole name change thing is a freaking pain in my ass. Do you know many credit cards, bank accounts, bills, and the list goes on and on, that I have to change. A gazillion. That’s how many. 2 gazillion.

My husband even said it. If he had to deal with this, maybe 50% would get done. I said more like 10%. But that’s just me.

What can I say. Girls are just wonderful and better. And prettier. Obviously.

So as it turns out, yoga has really hit a sweet spot with me. My niece has inspired me and helps me move forward with it. So I’m doing an awesome workout at least 3 times a week, and plan to do more soon.

Who knew that yoga would turn out to be the one thing (besides my husband of course) that keeps me grounded and gives me clarity, in this heavy time in my life. And for that I’m grateful.

Tomorrow is my first early morning yoga session…6am. Yikes. While this isn’t very early for most, I fucking hate mornings. But I figure it can only make me a better person.

So that’s what I do lately. Yoga. Oh, and take pics of yoga. Is that weird? Whateve. Yoga makes the body look so pretty and actually makes an excellent photo opp. Heeeeeyyyyyyy.

Take a look if you’re interested in my new found world.

I didn’t even hear about this story from Canada that happened last week until Elsja told me about it. Really though, where do these people come from?

And seriously….this is pretty gross and it may ruin your day for a moment. So continue at your own risk…

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Canada is coming to terms with one of the worst murders in its history as police seek to explain why a young man was decapitated by his neighbour on a Greyhound bus.

The man suspected of the gruesome attack on Tim McLean, a 22-year-old fairground worker, was charged with murder today.

Mr McLean was travelling home to Winnepeg when he was stabbed up to 50 times by the man sitting next to him.

Vince Weiguang Li, 40, was arrested on suspicion of murder on Thursday morning after a stand-off lasting several hours. He remained in police custody today.

Witnesses say they heard no conversation between Mr McLean and his attacker before a “blood curdling” scream was let out. It appears to have been a random attack as no connection has yet been made between the two men.

Garnet Caton, who was sitting in the seat in front of the victim, said Mr McLean was sleeping with his headphones on when he was attacked.

Mr Caton said he heard a “blood-curdling scream” and turned around to see the attacker in the seat behind him holding a large hunting knife and “continually stabbing him in the chest area.”

“He must have stabbed him 50 times or 60 times,” said Mr Caton, who screamed at the driver to stop the bus.

Mr Caton herded terrified passengers to the front of the bus before it pulled over and they fled screaming.

A passing lorry driver stopped to see what was happening. He boarded the bus with Mr Caton and the bus driver, armed with a tyre iron and tried to apprehend the knifeman. “When we came back on the bus, he was cutting the guy’s head off and pretty much gutting him up,” said Mr Caton.

Then the attacker turned and raced up the aisle towards them, and they retreated as the man began trying to slash them.

The killer then tried to start up the engine to drive off but the bus driver pressed a button to disable the engine before he could get away.

“While we were watching the door, he calmly walks up to the front with the head in his hand and the knife and just calmly stares at us and drops the head right in front of us,” said Mr Caton.

Police arrived on the scene about 10 minutes later and a four-hour standoff ensued.

The killer taunted police and walked back and forth inside the bus. At one point he held up the severed head for them to see. Bystanders retched at the sight.

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Happy Tuesday!

Barely made it to the fair this year. But none the less, we made it before it closes tomorrow. Is it worth going? Who knows. But the lights are pretty and we took pictures. And it was Nicole’s birthday, so that’s a cool way to celebrate.

Did anyone else notice all of the tweakers there? Really, so many cracked out people. Also, some of those rides….I can’t believe people go on them. They’re terrifying. Really. Yes I’m old and a pansy, but people are dare devils!

A few more pics here.
Happy Sunday!

Today was a big day. 4 months after I signed my life away, I finally changed my name! While this is something that most everyone does, it was really hard for me to do.

Not because I didn’t want to become Mrs. H. And not because I really even like my old last name. But it’s like all of the sudden, this name I’ve had for 27 years, just completely changes. And now I’m like this totally different person.

I’ve been looking forward to having the same last name as my husband for like 6 years now. And I’m so excited that it’s official.

Now I’m really really married. Forever and ever and ever.
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyyy.

Now the hard part….people actually learning my new last name. Like my parents for instance, they can’t get it right. Do you know how fucking annoying this is?? I even wrote it out for them, syllable by syllable. And there’s still confusion.

So I’m warning everyone now. If there’s any confusion about how you say my new last name, ask me and get it straight right now. I have no patience to go through life sounding out how to say my last name. Or else you’re going to get punched at some point. Seriously.

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Not such a fan of my husband really. Upon reading my blog, he asked if next I’m going to start posting my mom’s church forwards.

I like the story James. I’m sorry you have no heart.
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From Perez….

Reece Fleming was diagnosed with leukaemia back in 2004 when he was just 4 years old. He battled the disease for years until this May, when doctors gave the 8 year old boy only a few weeks to live.

The family decided to try and help him achieve most of his goals before he would pass. And one of those was to marry his school sweetheart, Elleanor Purgslove.

Reece’s mother said “When we found out that we only had a few weeks with him we tried to do absolutely everything with him that we could. Him and Ellie had been ’special friends’ for a couple of years.”

Then during a recent laser tag party, Reece “proposed” to his little friend. After she accepted, their parents arranged a pretend wedding at Reece’s home.

The kids got married on July 4th. And Reece told his mom, “I can go now,” after his wedding wish had been fulfilled.

The following day after the wedding, Reece died at home with his family.

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Awwww that brought a little tear to my eye.

Lack of blogs=macky still down.
But life goes on!
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The husband and I went to Vegas this weekend. Because once again, the fabulous Buka provided us with front row seats to the fight. I <3 him. And not just because he hooks us up. But also because he's decently cool.

Do you want to hear my favorite quote from the weekend? Okay great.

Being in Vegas always leads to hooker talk. By me mostly because I'm always fascinated at how many hookers and scallywags there are everywhere.

I was talking to someone about bringing home hookers. He said that one time his friend told him he was lame for not getting a hooker, and bringing home a legit chick instead. As his friend put it,
"Why bang a ho, when you can pay a pro?"
Hahahahahaa. Awesome. Well I thought it was hilarious at least. Dirty none the less. But funny.
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Enough about hookers. Let's talk about children.

Last week I took a few shots of my friend's baby for her first birthday. I love love love taking pictures. I've never really taken pictures of babies, but figured it could be fun. As it turns out, I love taking pictures of cute babies! Yay! I really just want to take pictures of everything and everyone.

Until next time…