Creepy, Creepy, Creepy

At 3:30 this morning, I heard footsteps outside my window.  My window was open because it was super hot, and I had pulled the curtains open to let more night air in, and I had a reading lamp on.  Anyway, I'm laying there, reading, about to go to sleep--I wasn't sleepy before and reading makes me sleepy (also it's an interesting book)-- when I hear, very clearly, someone walking outside my window.  Slowly.  Like a creeper.  And then it stops.  I wait for a few minutes, thinking, maybe who-ever-it-was walked away and I can't hear the footsteps anymore...but then I heard him (or her) move, right outside my window!  I was a little freaked out because there is nothing there--outside my window--it's just my house, so why would someone stop and be staring at my house?  I usually don't lock the door because I think it's silly, but Anton made me promise to do it that night and I did, thank goodness.  The creeper is now walking back and forth, pacing right by my window.  I thought about saying, "Honey, there's someone outside our window, go grab the gun!" Even though I was completely alone because Anton was at work.  But then the creeper started walking away.  Good thing, too, because I really did have a gun (five of them).  I haven't told Anton yet, because I'm pretty sure he would freak out and get all excited about shooting some criminal-- who may have even been some innocent person out for a walk...by our house.

And on to less creepy things... This morning I made breakfast--Yay!  I cooked some leftover rice and fried zucchini, and added  real bacon bits, and I cooked an egg--which is unusual for me because I hate eggs.  The only reason I did do an egg, was so I could use my cute, tiny, one-egg pan that Anton gave me like a year-ago.  Unfortunately, it didn't taste very good.  I was pretty disappointed.  And it made my house smell gross... I think I'll stick with pancakes or cereal from now on.

So, here is a picture of me with my black-ish hair (that Anton took), which is also on facebook.

Funny Story

Anton and I went to the store to get some things, but when we got there I didn't feel like going in, so I gave him the list and told him I'd be hangin' out in the car.  When he comes back (with way more than what was on the list) he said, "So, when you said mascara... did you mean eye liner...?"  For some reason I felt like this was going to happen.  "No, if I wanted eye liner, I would have written...eye liner... on the list instead of mascara."
Also, during a special time of month for me when I was feeling particularly depressed, he came home and said, "Honey, I got you something that will make you feel better."  Guess what he had.  Go ahead, you'll never guess.  Was it chocolate?  That's what I was thinking when he said it would make me feel better.  Nope.  Orange flavored gummy bears!  Firstly, I hate gummy bears.  Secondly, I hate anything orange flavored.  But he was so sincere and actually thought that would make me feel better because--this is what he said, "Look! Tiny, little bears!"  I just laughed...and wished I had chocolate.

And now...we are having rabbit for dinner.  For real.  Anton went spotlighting this morning before the sun came up, and he got a rabbit.  And we're eating it for dinner tonight.  I put some veggies, from my garden : ) together and seasoned them to put in the oven and bake to go with his rabbit, which he is cooking according to an Italian recipe he found.  Incidentally, he swears he was supposed to be Italian instead of Ukrainian.  I think I'll wait until after dinner to post this so I can include how it turns out.

Okay.  That may have just been the best dinner Anton and I have ever made together.  Honestly, I didn't think I would like rabbit.  Turns out, there is pretty much no fat or gristle and maybe it was the way Anton cooked it, but it tasted pretty darn good.  And my veggie concoction was a piece of heaven.

I will share what I did:  Cut up some potatoes, carrots, zucchini (those were all the ones I had, Anton used the others for his part), seasoned them with onion powder, garlic salt, seasoned salt, pepper, and some mesquite chicken seasoning, and then I sprinkled olive oil and real bacon bits all over it and baked it in the oven.  Amazing!

P.S.  I dyed my hair for the first time in my life.  It was supposed to be darkest brown...but it turned black.  It was a couple weeks ago, and now it has faded to darkest brown.  I think I like it.  I think I will stay dark forever.

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So, the blogger layout has changed since I've been away... from writing.  I finally feel like I have time--because I do have time.  And now I don't really know what to do with all of it.  Cleaned the house, bought some books for the next semester, started doing homework for next semester... and I still have lots of time.  I'm going to have to find a hobby or something.  I will be taking a class over the summer break, though, and doing a lot of reading for my literature class in the fall.
Gardening takes time.  A lot more time than I thought.  I spent several hours weeding the other day.  And that was only three carrot rows.  We are learning many, many things about gardening.  Like that we should have planted way earlier, watered more often when we first plated, and thought about what exactly we were planting (we have way too many radishes.  I don't even really like radishes.  I think Anton just discovered they're not exactly his favorite either).  Our garden is looking better than it did.  Before it looked like a bunch of weeds growing randomly throughout our garden space; now it looks like a small, week garden, but still a garden. I think Rebecca and Lavar (our landlords who live in the other half of the duplex) secretly help us with it (their side looks like a tropical rain forest).
Anyway, I like Child Development much better than any of my other majors.  Not just because it's easier (which it is), but also because I feel like it's more valuable and something I would use more.  Took my last Russian class.  Got an A.  Still don't speak Russian... ; (
I think I'm getting better at cooking.  More often, that is, not better at cooking food that tastes good.  Oh, we moved again ( 3 months ago)... not sure if I mentioned that before.  We live in a house now, it's pretty sweet.  We have a back yard, and a front yard, garage, hammock, grill, garden, all sorts of cool, homey stuff.  That about sums it all up.