Can't sleep

I am notorious for getting my second wind about 9-10pm.   This is the worst, it is always right about the time I should be in bed getting my beauty sleep.  Tonight we got in bed, Big Love massages my feet with lotion{in case you haven't noticed, Big Love is precisely that, a big lover...what can I say I am a lucky girl} we chat for a bit and we say our good nights.......

I always feel like I have to pee within 15 minuets of laying down.  Then I get up go to the bathroom, lay down and toss and turn a few more times.  By this time Big Love is fast asleep and the violent twitching begins {seriously what is it with the twitching???  I swear it's like his arm knows exactly where my face is!}.  The twitch always ends the same:
Me: yelp
BL: "WHAT, what happened!!??"
Me: "you hit me in the mouth and my hair got caught in your arm pit"
BL: "Honey, I'm sorry, are you ok" *gentle kiss
Me: "yes, I'm fine, go back to sleep"
BL: sleeping
Me: staring at the fan

By this time I am hot so I take off all the covers.  Then I get a little cold, so I grab for the sheets.  They are stuck under Big Love so I try to gently pull, nope, not an inch.  Now I pull the sheets while trying to simultaneously push Big Love {Not an easy task on a sleeping giant who has 100+ lbs of muscle on ya}  This usually wakes him up:
BL: "Babe, what's wrong?"
Me: "Just needed some sheets." 
BL: "Oh, sorry honey" *gentle kiss
{Fade out, BL rolls over and falls right back to sleep, Amy stares at the fan}
{Fade in, 3 hours later, BL: sleeping soundly, Amy in a dark room with the dim glow of a computer screen lighting her face}

I think you get the idea.  Oh to be a person who lays in bed and actually falls asleep..............

What am I eating?

I am a lover of food.  I dream about food......at night I think about what I will make for dinner the next day, what I want for lunch, if I am going to go to the grocery store in the morning to get a donut, what restaurant I should request  for date night.....the list could literally go on for pages.  I eat completely based on my craving.  I have actually found this works ok for me, mostly because I actually crave healthy foods along with the junk foods.  I have also decided I end up eating way more when something didn't "hit the spot"  I will continue to eat trying to satisfy the beast.

I tend to go in moods with my food.  I will/could eat the same thing for a few weeks.  I eat it over and over until I can't stand it any more!  Then it is never seen or talked about until months later.  Big Love gets a kick out of this!  Let's just say I may have eaten half a box of Rice Crispy Treats from Costco in about a 4 days, then never touched them again.

So what am I eating now?  One night a few weeks ago I was hungry and we had "nothing to eat".  I wanted a sandwich, a really hearty sandwich.  I threw together this sandwich out of what we had at home.

It's kind of like a grown-up grilled cheese.  I saute onions, cook some turkey bacon and throw it all on some turkey and cheddar cheese....yummy :)  Big Love isn't one for sandwiches (not ever enough meat), but he even enjoyed my little slice of heaven!

Green Thumb Disabled

Growing up my mom would plant a vegetable garden almost every year.  I can still remember her sealing jars of canned tomatoes.  I can remember being sent to the neighbor's house with a paper bag of extra vegetables.  I remember eating peas straight from the garden as a snack while I played outside.  I've always dreamed of  having a few gardens of my own. 

The first would be a beautiful flower garden.  This I achieved, when I was still in college I began planting a flower garden at my parents house, in what was once my mothers vegetable garden.  I started with my favorite flowers, Peonies.  Oh the anticipation each year waiting for my peonies to bloom.  I would cut fresh peonies for my bedroom and bathroom every few days.  Slowly over a few years,  my mom and I added to the garden until it was a nice, low maintenance flower garden. 

When I moved to Hawaii I thought it was the perfect chance to begin a produce bearing garden.  Imagine my disappointment when I find out our meticulously HOA maintained *yard {5ft in front of our house} has a strict "no plant" "no flower box" "nothing on your front porch" "nothing on your patio ledge" policy.  To say I was discouraged is an understatement.  I had dreams of cooking glorious meals with vegetables straight from my garden.  Big Love would be so impressed with this wonderful woman he married!  Not to mention the money we would save! Red Pepper from the market: $4.99, from my garden: free  Tomato from the market: $1.50+  from my garden: free.  {Note: do not move to Hawaii if you enjoy eating any sort of fresh food or food not purchased at Costco}  My new neighbor, Dottie {name fits her well}  invited me in one afternoon to show me the planters  box contraption her husband built for her.  It was high enough for the herbs to get sun, yet still low enough not to be seen by the HOA police.  It gave me some hope....Big Love has a great many talents, but I don't believe building box-contraptions is one of them.    After careful/mathematical planning, I found a spot on our deck/lanai where plants could get sun/rain and not be seen from the street.  I went out and got some beautiful herbs. 

I bought I plain planters box and some soil...I mean it's simple right?  My dreams are coming true!!  Now fast forward a few months..........

Umm yeah, that's pretty bad.  I would like you to note the right side where the plant was completely dead I actually had to pulled it out. 

Thank goodness our livelihood is not dependent on my gardening skills.

Passing the time

I sat for months twiddling my thumbs in my new house, with my new husband and nothing to do.  The house can only get so clean, there is only so much laundry to do, you can only lay out at the pool so many times before you look like leather and there are only some many books you can read (and we don't have TV, so you know I REALLY had nothing to do).  During my nothingness I began to notice the growing number of girlfriends with buns in the oven.  So I pulled out some supplies...

There was one little problem....this stupid sewing machine!  Beyond watching my mom mend clothes and make one really BAD pair of shorts for my dance performance, I really didn't have much experience with sewing.  Unless you count sewing a bag for Home Economics class in 6th grade.  Despite the whole not sewing thing, I was determined to sew craft. 

 I took all that the good lord gave me (hands) and began.

ties for the men folk

with matching initial burp cloth

And for the ladies a little flower

Mr. Sewing Machine and I didn't are working on get along, but Ms. Needle and I are getting along famously.  In my attempts to make amends with Mr. SM, I just made my first Lovey.

Straight edges are much easier to do :)

The goal here is cute&crafty, but my needle and I are still in the crafty&crappy range ......work in progress

Hmmmm

I must admit I despise most people who blog.  I think far too many people think they have something worth saying, when really they should just keep a diary. However, I am joining those "far too many" and attempting this blog. 

I decided to start for a few reasons:  First of all, I moved halfway around the world and it is really hard to provide everyone with the latest update on life.  This will be an impersonal/personal way of experiencing life in Hawaii for the newlyweds.  Second of all, I am narcissistic and think I am far more funny than most give me credit.  Thirdly, I am BORED out of my mind and I think this could be a healthy outlet.  Let the games begin.  Ummm, can anyone give me some pointers on how to set this page up?