two things that have never happened before happened

thing #1. If I did believe in such a thing as reincarnation, I would take a wager that I was a dog in a previous life. I have such a keen sense of smell. I can pick up on an-e-thang. Sunday morning I was up with Evelyn when I walked by the kitchen and smelt smoke. It was pretty strong and caused me to panic. I thought maybe I had left a candle burning all night or something. After surveying our apartment and not finding a source, I laid back down on the couch to cuddle with Evy Rae. Then massive sirens went off throughout the whole courtyard of our complex. I leaped up off the couch, galloped down the hallway screaming " I knew it! I KNEW it! There's a fire!" I was so proud of myself for detecting such a threat before the smoke detectors even went off but then I realized "hey, you've never been in a fire evacuation before. Your teacher isn't leading you to your class' spot on the blacktop. what do we do?" So we kinda took our time. I mean, we were rushed, but I definitely took the time to pack Ev some snacks and a bottle because we had no clue when we were going to get back in. Ev loved the excitement. It's a good thing that while we were waiting out on the snow covered ground that all the dogs were out as well. That girl gets overly enthusiastic when she sees a furry creature.  I'm sure Jared was just as thrilled to claim me in public as his wife whilst in my evacuation gear - dress boots + pajama pants + sweatshirt + peacoat + make-up less and craz-ay hair = one smokin' wife. Hello, first fire evacuation. I'd like for that never to happen again. {Note: fire not in our apt, but 3 doors down}

thing #2. So I thought that once January hit I would be ignited by the spark of new year resolutions to be better and quit my addiction, to sweets that is. I am a treat-a-holic. I grew up with ice cream every night before bed with a galore of toppings. I kinda carried that on through college but once Jared and I married and I started working for a nutritionist I actually kicked all that stuff aside. I was totally 100% on the healthy train. Then we moved to Virginia and I discovered that I could indeed make the best chocolate chip cookies in the world, so there they have nestled in to my tummy about three times a week. That's in between donut and cupcake runs :) So when this Sunday rolled around and I realized I needed an intervention, I joined my friend's healthy 12 week challenge. For the first time I will be restricting myself to sweets only on Sundays. Bah! Good thing I stuffed my face sick with 3 cupcakes and warm cookies from Friday-Sunday. Thinking about sugar right now makes me gag. And drinking 64 oz of water a day is a lot harder than you might think.

p.s. if you've seen this floating around pinterest, my friend and I decided to try it this weekend. Frosting a cupcake is a lot harder than it looks. It's a true art.