MORE Crap Blake Says

The above picture is from couple pics we took at a park we've been wanting to visit forever. We finally pulled ourselves together enough to go take some pictures there. Right as we got there and set up, a car full of men parked by ours. We watched them as they sat there and drank and talked. When we finally decided to go home, after several other gangster-like cars drove past, one of the men grabbed a cigarette and walked to the tree right by our car and started whizzing on its trunk. Blake is scarred for life and we have decided to never return to that park again. Welcome to Oklahoma City. Or, as my sister calls it, the slum of the midwest.

So, of course I have collected some more nuggets of Blakeage that I had to share with my family. He's a goon and I love him. 

*To the tune of Spongebob* "Ohhhhhhhhh, there once was a Blaken who had a booty" *BLAKEN BOOTY!* "It was small and cute and very stinky" *BLAKEN BOOTY* "His Jocelyn didn't know what to do. She said, 'Blake! You smell like a poo!" *Blaken booty…*

"I'm puppy McBlake! Arf arf!"

Me: "That was a wet little kiss." Blake: "That's because it was a lick."

Me: "Mchoovensen is your evil alter-ego." Blake: "Well I love you. Mchoovensen only tolerates you."

Me: "You read a whole chapter??" B: "No, just finished one… it's taken me a couple days because it's always like, 'Oh! Jocelyn needs attention from the Blake!'"

B: *While listening to a song* "This song is like you! You want her, but she's so mean!"

*Gave him a cookie and got my own. He ate his and asked for a bite of mine. I gave him one. B: "Give me another bite. Aka: that cookie."

B: *Mumble mumble* J: You made your bum sneeze??! B: No! I made my gums bleed!

"Are you writing that down for your 'Crap Blake Says' post?" 

*Talking about me being half black* J: "Which of my parents is black?" B: "Your mom of course! She's so gangster!"

*Looking at Blake's tuberculosis test shot, I give him a kiss* J: "Oh no! I might get an sTB!" B: "You didn't get a sexually transmitted Blaken! Otherwise you'd be pregnant."

*As we're leaving a store* B: "I've been crop dusting the whole store."

"Feel my pa-*voice cracks*-in."

*I was putting kale into the stir fry* "Hissssssssssss"

*Talking about how easy our relationship is* "Every day is a struggle." "Hey!" "You don't know what kind of struggle." "Oh. What kind?" "A struggle to keep my hands off you!"

*Giving me my morning hug* "You smell like sweat… And shame."

Me: "I'm gonna make us both green smoothies tomorrow." B: "Hissssssss."

*While doing p90x yoga he looks at me and grimaces* "Hurts my pee-noose."

Calls Mnm's "En-uh-mems"

B: *Mumble mumble* J: "You want horse legs??" B: I want porcelains!"

*Me, sitting quietly, reading. Blake suddenly leans over and bites my shoulder. Bites like he wants to salt and deep-fry my ligaments.* Me: "Ow!" B: "LOVE ME!"

Blake's Revenge

Reading my blog, some may think that Blake is a poor victim of his alpha/vegetarian/pants-wearing wifey. That Blake, the cartoon-watching, eyelash-batting, sweet-talker of a man simply exists in a sweet cloud of joy that is blackened only by my dark thunder. Alas, this is not the case. I have compiled a few examples in the past months…

He takes his devilish victories wherever he can get them. Like pestering me to buy pop when we grocery shop. Sometimes I'll give in if he bats his eyelashes just right. He knows he has to share though. :) The stipulation used to be it could only be sprite or root beer (because no caffeine). He chose root beer and got the Barqs brand. It was only when we got home that he told me, with evil satisfaction, that, outside Utah, Barqs is caffeinated. He quietly kept this bit of information to himself because he wanted the little buzz when he drank it and he knew he'd get to drink the bottle himself.

One morning, I was sleeping, happily dreaming of the delicious meals I would cook for Blake, the scrubbing I would do on his underroos, and the pampering I would bestow on that same Blake. All of a sudden, I opened my eyes and a red explosion burst before my eyes! Blake had punched me in the nose! I literally saw his big fist with the wedding ring I had bought for him flying at my face! Perhaps my nose didn't swell up and bleed like Blake's lip did when… *cough* never mind. But my world was shattered, even when Blake made up some lame excuse that he was dreaming of hitting a button. With the word "Jocelyn" on it. Hmmm.

Many nights ago, after watching a House episode on our computer, we turned off the lights to leave the room. Blake scampered like a rat to the hallway and crouched in the darkness waiting for me to pass by. I turned on the light and caught him there. He was so cute I had to laugh and bend over to kiss him. Aren't I sweet? I also took the opportunity to fill my tongue with saliva and scrape it over the bottom of his nostrils to fill them with spit. I couldn't NOT take that opportunity! He then proceeded to grab me and wipe his nose all over my shirt. I would call that revenge. 

He wasn't done! 

He then pinned me to the floor and commenced slowly licking up my cheek and then licking across my forehead in big, soaked licks. I was screaming and making crying noises at this point. 

Then he grabbed my hands and summoned the rest of the spit residing in his head and licked my left palm and then my right. 

Finally, Blake, the Ultimate Tormenter, ignoring my shrieking and violated gurgles, slapped my hands to my face and rubbed. Sicknast! He then left me there in the hallway. I was a ghost of the happy girl I once was. The smell of decaying and drying spit started to fill the air and all I could do was lay there and watch as he stood there with a twisted smile on his face. 

And of course there's his new habit of waking me from my slumber in the middle of the night with the most violent of snores out of nowhere. They literally jolt me awake while he remains (somehow) snoozing soundly. And yet he'll yank me from my slumber if I smack my lips a few times, all indignant that I had gently roused him. 

I was peacefully sleeping one morning when I felt a rustling right by me. I laid there for a minute and felt kind of strange. I opened my eyes and Blake was like two inches from my face with an evil grin on his face. I shrieked into consciousness.

Sometimes I'll go into the bathroom to pee, right after I sit down Blake will unlock and open the door a crack. Despite my screaming and cussing, he'll stay to chat or pester me by putting his fingers under the door. 

I'll be showering and he'll turn on the faucet. I'll yell at him (because I know what's about to happen) and he'll toss a handful of cold water over me.

Or I'll turn around, mid-soap, in the shower, and see him peering evilly into the shower at me, trying to scare me. It always works.

We have a fan over our bed and we argue who has to pull the light chain before bed. Sometimes when I have to stand up to do this-it's on Blake's side of the bed and you have to stand on the bed to get to the fan-I'll turn off the light and Blake'll jump up and goose and tickle me when I'm most vulnerable.  

Blake'll be showering and I'll need to pee, so I'll run in and tell/threaten him not to look. He looks. *Sigh* He didn't used to. Last time it happened he said, "I saw the relief on your face."

I make my own facial toner that has vinegar in it. Blake about dies every time I put it on my face. So we made a deal that I would make a different toner if he would stop being so breezy around me. *Smelly tooter* It's been a difficult road for him to adjust to being civilized, and unfortunately, even though I have kept my end of the bargain, he has difficulty keeping the air clean.

The times when we buy a dozen doughnuts at the fantasmic Krispy Kreme. We will get a variety and share the doughnuts to try them all. When he gives me bites, I'll take normal-sized bites so as not to hog the filling. *Angel* When he goes for a bite, it's monster-sized, right in the middle, AND he sucks up tons of the filling! *Devil*

I just wanted to be sure that my family realized the truth. The original Scott family must know what I am writing about. The real Blake. 

What We've Been Up To

 The Blake had his 22nd birthday. For his dinner he chose ribs. I admit, I did tell him to smear a little sauce on his face for the picture and he enjoyed doing that immensely. Tastes better if you eat like a pig. Especially if you're eating a pig. Ew.

 He had molten chocolate cake and ice cream for dessert and licked his plate clean. He was a happy Blake.

We had been walking around Best Buy when we saw this amazing keyboard. Dragging ourselves away, we went home and researched it and decided it was a good deal. A few days later Blake pestered me to go pick it up... even though it was his birthday... and the keyboard was more for me. What a sweet goon. So we got it and Blake lugged it up the stairs, and now we have an amazing keyboard. Blake has yet to tickle the keys, but we are gonna change that. Eventually.

We also popped over to Utah for a couple weeks. Popped, as in, my back. We made it all the way to Flagstaff the first day and stopped at a Little America hotel. The next day we went on a walk on their nature trail and ate a delicious breakfast. A breakfast so delicious I decided I wasn't vegan anymore haha. The trip was pretty great. We picked cherries and I bottled a bunch of them. We ate at In n Out a million times. Got new phones. It was fabulous. And, of course, got to see family. That's always a perk. 

Below is Blake in Utah. We haven't decided if he is more appealing in Utah air or Oklahoma air.

The trip back to OK was gorgeous... after we got through most of the trip. As usual we had to stop about a million times to let Blake empty his pea-sized bladder because he drank too much. But that's a rant for another day. :)

 After hours and hours and another hotel room later, we were about 100 miles from home. And then it got a little darker in the sky and then it started raining. And the sky got black. And there was a funnel-shaped cloud to our right. And Jocelyn started freaking out. And Blake insisted on not pulling over. Even though he couldn't see ANYTHING.

 And Jocelyn was sure we were going to die. And was irritated that cell phone pics were not clearly illustrating the direness of the situation. Anyways, after much gnashing of teeth, we made it through that horrible storm and it washed all of Arizona's bug splat off our car. Silver lining.

 During the storm, Blake had to pee. Of course. Since there was no way we were going to stop (him) because we would get sucked up in a tornado (me), we got a water bottle and, well, it was taken care of. I made him stop at the dumpster and get rid of it before we got home.

We got home and it was sunny and beautiful. We opened the door to our apartment and Rufus was there waiting for us. He didn't even poop on the carpet! What a good doggie! Right after this picture was taken, however, jealous McBlake promptly stood up and kicked poor Ruffy across the room! I had to hit him in the nose with a magazine.

That night we ate random food that we found in our freezer. I was just happy to eat my orange chikin that I had been craving the whole trip.

 Fast forward several weeks later, we finished off our first jar of jam. I went to open a new jar and found MOLD. Every single jar of jam had mold in it. Thankfully the pickled cherries and the pie cherries sealed properly, but... waaaaaaaah!

A couple weeks later Blake ordered himself a new game. It was scheduled to arrive while he was at work and he pestered me into sending him a picture of it when it got there.  It arrived and I felt like Blake needed a little excitement in his life. So I found an old cd and broke it and sent him this picture. He was a sad Blake. And a little rant-y. I didn't torture him for too long though, and I told him the truth.

Perhaps it was because of this that Blake decided to leave the country. I just don't know. His sergeant told him he would leave on August 26th to do a tail swap in the UAE. Stopping in Spain and Greece and Maine! What a lucky punk! Well, a weekish later, Blake sent me a text saying that his sergeant had been a little dense (that is what I was thinking) and he wasn't leaving the next month, he was leaving in two days! We packed him full of snacks and I begrudgingly took him to the base.

I enjoyed being a bachelorette for that week. I had many meals like the one below. Chick food.

I took this picture the day before Blake left so if I were on the couch I could look through my phone screen and see Blake peeping at me. How tender. I didn't actually do this, but I knew I could.

Blake sent me several pictures... but I can't find them in my email. Needless to say, Chanai Greece, where he spent most of his time, was GORGEOUS! I was very green with envy. He did bring me home a fancy scarf and a dress so I guess things were good between us. :)

I spent several full days canning tomato juice, salsa, crushed tomatoes, and some more jam. I spent so many hours on my feet I got several charlie horses.  But hearing the popping of sealing jars was worth it.

Other than those two bigger events, life has been full of our usual things. Like eating delicious treats.

Below is our peanut butter chocolate crunch banana "nice"cream cookie treat we can't get enough of. Words. Cannot. Describe. The. Deliciousness.

I made a lovely kale salad with some chikin for my lunch one day. It was so much chewing that the next two days I had muscle fatigue in my jaw. It was nuts.

 We did the Insanity workout together. It wasn't as awkward as I was imagining. But after we were done, Blake melted into this sweaty puddle on the floor. Poor guy. He was pretty pathetic the rest of the night.

 Me, being sexy, whitening my teeth with activated charcoal.

Blake made a cake. I don't know if it was because he made it so it didn't stay on my radar, or what... but I turned on the oven and *sniffle* melted the lid onto it! I was so very sad! We were able to save Blake's cake and he ate a little more... until I decided to make zucchini chips... and his cake got baked for a third time.

 I grew a beard, which Blake was thrilled with/majorly jealous of.

And if you ever wonder if I exaggerate Blake's licking/being pestyness, the below picture proves it is no exaggeration. I was sitting at the desk, writing down recipes, and he kept sucking and licking on my toes! After I had been outside in Toms! Ick! And then he forced kisses on me with his toe mouth.

And I just had to take a picture of the booty that I see every time he gets into bed before me. He'll be reading in that position every time.

And finally, for you're viewing pleasure, a typical day at home with Blake. In my pink skinny jeans.

What a stud.

As told by Blaken and a fail

Today I decided to share part two of the crap Blake says. He keeps me entertained, that Blaken.

I was wearing a tank top, an oil treatment in my hair, and no makeup. I looked in the mirror and said, "I look like a lesbian today." As Blake was glancing over he replied: "No you don-hmmmm…."

*Singing in the shower* "Washin' my hairs! Washin' my hairs! So I can have a clean bum! So I can have a clean bum! What did YOU think I was singing about??"

*About him shaving his nips* "The pains I go through to look good for you." Me: "What?? All you have to do is *whoosh whoosh*." Blake: "No! I'm always afraid I'll cut off the tips!"

As I passed he called out to me: "Cuten. Of the McFruiten variety." 

Me: "Does my face look bigger now that I'm growing out my bangs?" Blake: "You've always had a big face. *Recovery and backpeddal* "…More surface area for me to kiss and love on!"

"Okay, I'll just sit and wait for you to cut me a slice of banana bread." Me: "Or YOU could get it yourself…" *Blake puts his hand on my leg and looks at me seriously* "Now let's not get silly here."

*Looking at his military style underwear in a picture. I call them his "little boy pajamas"* "I see what you mean about the little boy pajamas. I mean, I knew they weren't flirty or awesome…but now I see."

*Talking about hotel room height/location preference* "Since you have a preference I now have a preference." Awwwww.

J: "My lips are dry and burnt." B: "Yes they are. Can I lick them for you?"

"I'm gonna pee on you!"

"Your face is so cute. Especially when it's mad at me."

*We are laying in bed and Blake mentions he has a stuffed nostril* J: "Aw, I could kiss it." B: "Then do it." J: "I'm too comfy." B: "So mean! Offering kisses and not giving them!" *A few minutes later, Blake has pestered me about something, so I sit up and pull on his leg hair* B: "Haha, you had to sit up to reach me--KISS MY NOSE!"

"You should shave your head and just wear wigs." 

"I have a licking fetish. It's totally platonic though."

*Texting him while he's on the pot* J: "Do you want spaghetti?" B: "Sure. Making room for it right now."

*I pull him to me and cuddle him, kissing his forehead* *He gazes up at me through his eyelashes* Suddenly he bursts out, in a creepy baby doll voice, "MAMA!"

And I thought for a minute perhaps I could become a pescatarian. Well, it didn't work out so well.

My Awesome Padre

My dad is awesome. There are so many little things he does all the time without wanting recognition. I compiled a list of things about him that show how colorful and great it was to grow up his daughter.

-Going kamakaze-style rappelling and landing on his back and laughing so hard
-Fixing everything and anything with silicone seal (sili-cun-sil)
-He has the most infectious belly-laugh
-You always hear him before you see him, either because he's whistling a song or his keys are jingling on his belt
-It seems he could survive forever on steak and eggs, popcorn, pepsi, slices of bread with mayo, and noodle soup with nutmeg and a side of sweet pickle
-Chases Mom up the stairs and makes her squeal
-He taught me how to change a tire and change the oil
-He can smell a yard sale from miles away
-Projects always start bright and early Saturday mornings
-When he'd try to get me to eat something he'd say, "It'll put hair on your chest."
-He used to sleep in a mummy sleeping bag every night...with no a/c
-Going to a buffet is "eating at Buffies"
 -He's a rap-artist also http://khu.sh/songify_4fe0f4fa829a8&v2
-When I would be walking down the hall in the basement, he'd be hiding around the corner to jump out and scare me. I love that he got Blake last time we were visiting
-When he was salting his dinner, the cap came off the salt and poured a huge pile of salt into his potatoes. What did Dad do? He mixed it in and tried very hard to eat it. Alas, he failed, but gave everyone a huge laugh

-The memory that I always remember best is when I was just a wee child, in kindergarden or preschool. Every night I'd hop into bed with Dad and scratch his back until I fell asleep and then I'd wake up the next morning in my own bed. One night, after I had just watched Hook, I was thinking about the scene where baby Peter's carriage rolls away from his mumsy and sits in the rain. I started sniffling and crying. I was a tender young pup. This wakes up my padre and he asks what was up. I told him and he was quiet for a minute. Then he said, "Well, think of Donald Duck!" I immediately felt better! I can still hear his voice saying it. So, now that I am considerably older and wiser, sometimes when I get sad, my Dad's voice pops into my head, "Well, think of Donald Duck!" And I have no choice but to smile.

I love my dad sooo much! As you can see, I inherited his nose and chin. :) Sometimes I'll do something or say something and think I got that from my dad! Making this list has brought up lots of memories and still makes me laugh out loud. Happy Father's Day to my fantastic Dad!!!

Blake's Kampf

There's a pair of jeans I've had since high school that I decided to bleach, skinnify, and dye red. My first attempt at turning the legs from flare to skinnycut was too tight as the jeans have no stretch at all. When I told Blake about this, he wanted to try them on. Seriously, I think he gets some twisted pleasure at doing things that I can't. I halfheartedly tried to talk him out of trying on the jeans, but secretly I knew I'd enjoy watching him squish himself into these pants. 

Somehow he forced those suckers on. Here he is pulling up the crotch. He should have sensed right then that he made a mistake.

He managed to get them on and flaunted his cute bum for the camera.

I think this was the point where the regret started to enter into his mind. I watched with tremendous self-satisfaction.

*Struggle Struggle*

He stopped for a minute and tried to be charming to convince me to help him. Notice the pictures get a little blurrier as my laughter spirals out of control.

All right. For seriousness. Excuse the panty shots. I wish the Air Force allowed for snazzier colors. I call them his little-boy pajamas.

He stuck out his tongue and really concentrated. I, meanwhile, kept snapping pictures because everything was blurry because my eyes were streaming with tears and I was shaking with uncontrolled hysterical laughter.

One final heroic attempt at pulling those jeans over his giant foot.

Finally he laid on the floor in front of me and put his feet up in supplication and patheticness. 

Do I think Blake learned his lesson to not be trying on my clothes? I don't think so.

My Amazing Mother

My beautiful Mama

Mother's Day surprises me every year in Obliviousland. All of a sudden it occurs to me or Blake to check the internet to find out when Mother's Day is, and then we find out it is upon us. We definitely aren't as thoughtful as our wonderful mothers deserve. Somehow my Mumsy forgives me of my shortcomings every time. 

Below is a list of some memories and reasons why I love my Mumsa. By no means is it comprehensive. That would just be impossible to write everything that's amazing about my Mom. Ever. But I hope she feels at least a shred of the love I have for her when she reads this.

-When I'd get sick and was throwing up I'd always just yell for Mom just so she'd be there with me. Her presence made things bearable.

-She'd rub my legs at night when I would get growing pains. Sometimes I'd pester her to do it for quite a while and she'd comply.

-Or she'd tell stories to me before bed… about half the time the story was: One upon a time there was a calf, that's half, he jumped over a wall-that's all. She'd earn a sour look every time I heard that, but now it's actually pretty funny.

-I remember going through the drive-through at McDonalds and Mum ordered a Whopper Jr. for me. Her embarrassed laugh and backpedaling words to the microphone was worth the fact that I had to eat a McD's burger rather than a delicious Burger King creation. 

-When Mom was in full-on instruction mode she absentmindedly hovered her hand over a can of beans and instructed me to hand them to her. The phrase "Hand me that can of beans" exists because of Vickie Gubler. She would say, "You're welcome world."

-The fact that she once called a prono-pup a "porno-pup" and changed the batter-covered hot dog forever.

-The fact that my oldest brother is in his thirties and still was afraid to tell his mommy that he had a tattoo. You can't buy the kind of fear that she inspires. 

-The fact that she gets all tittery when she watches The Last of the Mohicans for Daniel Day-Lewis. 

-The fact that when I surprised her with a visit, she took me to Nature's Market and bought me a bunch of vegan-friendly food staples even though it cost a very shiny penny.

-I was always happy to bring friends over because my mom was so good at making my friends feel at ease and she always seemed genuinely interested in them. 

-One of the best things, as brought up by my sis, is just sitting and hanging out with Mom. Just chillin' and watching TV. All the little things are so much, just better, when it's with our Mummy.

-Glancing in Mum's room and seeing her kneeling in prayer by her bed every night.

-The fact that she raised all of us kids to not drink pop. I am so grateful that I can enjoy pop every once in a while, but not be overloaded and addicted to those sugary drinks. Although, now us older kids will guzzle a caffeinated beverage just to see my poor Mumsy's eyes roll and hear her dramatic sigh. 

-I sent her a text asking her if she thought it was still okay to eat some TVP even though I'd found a clump with mold on it. She replied, "don't worry- I fed you worse things than mold when you were growing up." My sibling and I thank our Mummy for our hearty constitutions.

-By the way, the food was always delicious growing up. 

I am thankful my Mom decided to be a mother two more times after she raised the utterly exhausting first three children. She is truly amazing and my childhood was such a happy one. Thank you, Mom, for everything you've taught me and all the happy memories I have. You're the only person I can have a complete sobbing meltdown in front of and feel like you are completely nonjudgmental. You literally can make any situation better. One day when I become a crazy mimsy myself, I hope to be as much like you as I possibly can. I love you Mom!! Happy Mother's Day!

Another Phone Dump Post...

Here's the latest update on what is happening at the Gubler/Scoot household lately. Seriousness, I don't know what I'd do without my phone. Probably just forget everything that happens or something! Plus I've been a lazy blogger with no wit. 

This is an older picture of us in Texas a couple years ago. I just can't get over how different I think we look. Probably mostly because I wasn't able to regulate Blake's haircut from that far away.

Here's a pic of me and my sis. I look at this and think that I look like the goth with her perfect cheerleader sister.

Some wonder what I do when Blake is at work? This. I can't throw away makeup without using it up so I end up putting it all over my face.

A couple pictures of our fancy cereal dinner. Blake got Cookie Crisp and I got Waffle Crisp. 

You can't believe how happy we were.

We got our tatts for our 2-year wedding anniversary. My mother is seriously green with envy. And I'm waiting for Shirley to come out of the closet with a flaming jaguar tatt climbing up her spine. While getting mine, I squeezed Blake's hand and didn't breathe. Worst pain of my life. At one point Blake indicated that his fingers were numb by patting them. I suddenly burst out in hysterical-hyena laughter because of it. I guess it was either that or scream.

Blake sat there like he was getting his nails done. My delicate man-flower is very stoic in front of people. Later he jumped in my arms and sucked his thumb though.

I made delicious seitan. This is pre-cooking. When it was done soaking up the broth it looked even more like a log of poop. Delicious!!!

We also went to Krispy Kreme and bought a dozen doughnuts.

The next day they were gone.

Tried Schlotsky's Deli. Blake enjoyed a mix of Sprite and Root Beer. He said it was strangely tasty. 

This is Blake's weekend look. His foot-warmer, headphones, talking geek on the phone, with his belly button exposed. What a gorgeous boytoy! It makes me happy to walk past and poke his belly.

Bought some baby wipes for our delicate constitutions and Blake took a Sharpie to the container. He's an amazing artist. A smile for every wipe.

I finally got tired of wiry hairs everywhere. The final straw was the one I found on my plate. So Blake buzzed and then shaved his legs. Now I miss the force fields of hair around his legs. I wish to make a joke about the nut shavings, but will refrain, as our mothers check this blog occasionally.

This is what we do in church. Blake says he looks fat. I say he looks phat. I can't believe he insulted my art.

He drew me like Trish on Napoleon Dynamite. It's good to know how my hubby perceives me. Ahem. Oh, and the talks were really good too...yeah...

We have discovered a new way to keep Blake's haircuts controlled. Now Blake doesn't have to sit on the patio in his skivvies anymore. My sexy white-trash hubbard.

For my birthday we went to the raw food restaurant Matthew Kenney (formerly 105 Degrees) like last year. Delicious! I am already planning on begging another visit from Blake.

The kitchen is behind Blake. No ovens, just knives and blenders. Seriously amazingness.

Blake ordered the dragon roll again, which I had to partake of several times. Jicama rice with ginger, avocado, carrots, and microgreens wrapped in nori rolls. 

I ordered the Mezzo: Eggplant chips with zucchini hummus and olive chips with red pepper hummus and a kale salad. Le sigh. Sooo delicious!

Last night I wanted ice cream and all we have in our freezer is a mocha flavored coconut milk kind. So we made some coconut milk chocolate chip mint (with spinach for color). The bag was fu-reezing! We took turns shaking it-Blake using his work gloves and me using an oven mitt and hot pad.

I was astounded when it actually worked. And was delicious! Blake said he could, "Taste the health" from the spinach. He's full of malarky. 

And finally, here's Betty.