The Dress I Can't Ignore

Cant we have a prom at 21? This dress screams at me to make millions and dress like a princess daily. If for only a moment I find my path again it would be worth it.... well kinda... it is 400 big ones... $ching$ching$ching. Perhaps next time my love. For now, I will try to pick myself up on a free tone. Luke and I are struggling with dentist bills, full (not maxed) credit cards, and life in general. Looks like we might not make it to vegas this fall after all. :( I have been thinking a lot about getting a job that I can not give two shits about... got any ideas? I set out resumes again this morning for open Graphic Design positions. I was only able to find 4 on Craig's List... that is not normal. Perhaps it is a sign that I need to get my ass out there and make my billions elsewhere.

What Calls to My Stomach

Julianie's Awesome Sauce Alfredo:
1 pint Whipping Cream
8 oz fresh parmesan
to taste onion powder/garlic
Cooked noodles of choice (fettucini, rotini, farfalle)
Cooked chicken of choice (grilled, baked, fried)

In a medium sauce pan continuously stir whipping cream at a medium heat till simmering. Add 1/2 parmesan. Continue to stir. Add more parmesan till you get the consistency that you would like. Add onion powder/garlic to taste. Pour Alfredo over noodles. Slice chicken and place over noodles. For added look add a sprinkle of fresh parmesan over your finished project. And then Whallah! Amazing Alfredo! This recipe also reheats alright, it will separate a bit. Not intended for every night usage, you will definitely get fat from that. Also, it goes GREAT in Luke's pizza dough to make a Chicken-Artichoke-Alfredo-Pizza.

The Rhythm of My Heart

A common question is "what is your favorite song". I can honestly say that I have no idea. There are too many good ones. Thinking deeper into this usually obvious question I have found that I really enjoy songs that remind me of those that I love. For example, to this day I when I see Luke happy I swear that I can hear Dashboard in my head and I can be happy too. When I see a smile on my dad's face I swear that we could be on the boat listening to Brad Paisley or Shania Twain. When I see girls dancing about, I hear club music just like my bachelorette party. So, I guess that my answer is that I have a lot of "favorite" songs.