*Cue Amy Adams singing Enchanted-style.*

The question on my mind today.  Well not really how do I know, but how did you know?  Well not really that either, more like did you know?  Hmm, that might now be right either.  Stupid past tense, present tense, noun-verb agreement.  Let me back up.

For those of you who are married or engaged or with “the one,” did you know whilst in the throws of romance that you were with the one you were going to marry? I assume if you are married, you eventually figured it out, but when?  Did you know all along or did you wake up one day and think, hmm, maybe this is the real deal?

In the age of civil unions, ”roommates” and divorce, some people might argue that marriage has lost its value.  I am not saying I am one of those people, nor am I here to judge.  B and I lived together before we got married and for us it was the right thing.  At that point we already knew were our relationship was headed and it just made sense.  But for others, does it make it harder to find the one.  Does knowing you can leave the other person if needed make it easier to commit?

I like to think I figured out the whole boys are dumb thing in junior high.  I never really wasted time with a stupid boy from that point on.  Sure, I still made mistakes and got my heart broken, but for the most part my post-puberity romances were worth the time.  I didn’t date much in college because again, boys were stupid.  I saw the drama and immaturity friends put up with and it was ridculous.  Did they really think that guy was the one?  (Again, not judging, I am sure most of my friends would look back and ask themselves the same question.  The throws of romance can be dangerous!)

You know that tired phrase, when you find the one, you just know. Well I whole-heartedly subscribe to that theory. So what I am wondering is, who else out there “just knew.”

For B and I, our moment of knowing is kind of fuzzy. The line between friendship and romance is blurry for us, but I can pinpoint the exact weekend everything changed. One day we were just friends who saw no point in pursuing a relationship–nothing tragic or dramatic, simply wrong place, wrong time–and the next day we were in love and talking about the rest of our lives.  Our relationship literally changed course in one weekend.  I love you on Friday, stay in Oklahoma on Saturday and the talk of the future and forever by Sunday.  I wasn’t kidding about the blurry line.  It happened pretty fast.  Looking back on the early days of our time together, I guess I always knew, or at least I was hoping what I knew was correct.  But really for us, once those three little words were spoken, it was all over.

I guess until you have that gut feeling yourself, you could argue every little butterfly in your stomach was saying you found the one.  I admit before B there was one guy I thought would be my happily ever after, but it didn’t take me long to figure out I was blind.  When B came along I knew for sure.  There was no doubt in my mind this time it was real. 

So what I am asking is did you know all along that you were meant to be with your husband/significant other?  Did it happen at a gradual, comfortable pace?  Are you still trying to figure it out?  Who else out there subscribes to the “you just know” theory?

Well sort of.  I did “cook.”  Just probably not a meal that should be served without picky toddlers in the house.  I probably shouldn’t admit it is a regular staple around here.  Heh.  Blame my mom, she taught me how to make this when I was a kid.  Call it my specialty.

The curiosity is killing you isn’t it?

Oh yeah.  That’s right.  Mac and cheese with pigs in a blanket.  Totally counts as a home cooked meal, right?

Blech.  I hate Mondays.  I mean, I really hate Mondays.  Rarely is there anything to look forward to on a Monday.  The weekend is over and it’s nothing but the long week ahead.  Excuse me while I pout.

Things have been crazy at work recently.  When work gets crazy I tend to ignore my life outside of work.  It doesn’t help that I took work home with me every day last week.  The house is a mess and projects are being ignored.  Not good.  I am hosting a party at the house in two weeks.  Can I hire someone to scrub the house from top to bottom and finish all my projects?  Oh, while they are at it, can they unpack the rest of the boxes in the garage?  Thanks!  My mom is coming in town to help with the party.  Hmm, I wonder what I can get her to help me with.

I have been trying to advance my blog into the 21st century.  I finally caved and signed up for Twitter.  Dear Lord, why did I hold out!  I love it!  So addictive.  Plus, I feel like I am ease dropping on all the good gossip.  Much fun!  But, is there anyone out there who speaks fluent CSS who can make my Twitter update a hard title and not a hotlink?  I think it blends with the other links and I would rather it stand out as a section on its own.  Make sense?

I am also working on adding a working RSS feed.  I have always had a link on my sidebar to subscribe to a feed, but I don’t use them so I never actually checked to see if mine work.  It doesn’t.  Heh.  Thanks to Playgroupie, I think I can actually get this working!  And when I say I, I really mean B because he is the techy behind this site.  I will soon be caving to RSS.  Look at me growing up!

You may have also noticed that I added a page/tab at the top for my blogroll.  I kept finding new favorites and my list on the sidebar was either excluding favorites or out of control long.  Now I can link everyone I love.  If you want to be added, let me know.  I am all about spreading the linky love.

Be careful out there.

My dog, correction, B’s dog has lost his ever loving mind. The dude has a new obsession with the bathtub. It is nothing new for Servo to jump in the bathtub, but now it happens All. The. Dang. Time.

I am guessing the combination of summer heat and the new discovery of shower/tub combinations has made Servo go loopy. As soon as I get out of the shower, there he is, jumping in behind me.

Dude, that’s weird.

I can’t even sit on the toilet anymore without Servo following me into the bathroom to jump in the tub. Closing the curtain on him does nothing. I think he enjoys the privacy.

Also, should I be concerned that I think my dog licked my razor?

Tonight Servo learned a new freaky trick. Sinking diving. After B took away my ice cube that I was planning on putting in his pillow (yes, we are mature adults, what of it?), he threw the discarded cube into the sink. Next thing I know, Servo is clinging desperately to the ceramic counter asI stare dumbfounded, not sure how to react. I didn’t want to panic, afraid Servo might get startled and hurt himself. Truthfully, I was kind of curious to see what the dumbass was going to do to get him self out of the predicament. Finally, I yelled for him to get down.  He gave up on his ice cube.

What in the world has gotten into my B’s dog? I swear we give him water and the house is a cool 72 degrees. (Totally abusing the new air conditioner. I deserve that after watching my savings account dissipate.)

Anyone want a dog? Only slightly crazy.

I finally saw The Dark Knight this weekend.  Sadly we did not get to see it in the balcony with the big comfy recliners.  The balcony was sold out the entire weekend!  Amazing.

There isn’t much I can say about the movie that hasn’t been said fifty times over on the Internet.  I loved it.  I thought it was better than the first one.  I am not ashamed to admit I was the only person in the theater to jump at one part (one teeny, tiny minor part that I don’t think scared anyone but me) and there was also one scene I had to cover my eyes.  It was so intense.

Now can someone answer me this… Who in their right mind thinks it’s ok to take a toddler to see that movie?  I am not talking about an infant who sleeps through the whole movie, though I don’t think I would do that either.  We are talking about a small child, so small they needed a booster seat to watch the movie, but not small enough that they wouldn’t understand the ideas and actions going on.  The movie was dark.  There was one scene in particular that involved a child and it was awful.  Horrifying.  Who would want their child to see that?  Do these people not read reviews before dragging their children to the theater or are they just too selfish in their own need of wanting to see the movie?  If it’s the latter, get a flipping babysitter. 

I know the movie was only rated PG-13 and language or sexual content was not an issue, but the violence.  Not gory violence, but dark, disturbing violence.  Some scenes were almost too much for me.  I can’t imagine seeing that as a child.  I learned this weekend that kids don’t fully understand the concept of make believe and reality until age seven.  These kids were under age seven.  I would hate to know what kind of dreams they had that night.

Come on people.  Be aware of what you are exposing your children to.  Movies are rated for a reason.

Hello readers! Blogging from my local La Quinta Inn. I love this hotel. It has saved my arse several times. Including tonight when my house hit 90 degrees and the new air conditioner can’t be installed until tomorrow. Have I mentioned the joys of moving, especially the joys of moving into a 30 year old house with an AC unit just as old?

This hotel, or Inn as they prefer, has become my family’s hotel of choice when visiting Oklahoma. Ever since the Ramada ran my mom and I off with their flea infested beds. Disgusting. We were able to make a midnight hotel switch to La Quinta after that incident.

But tonight, tonight La Quinta has reached a whole new level of saving grace. The air conditioner man showed up around 5 p.m. The house was already sweltering and the dogs were no longer able to cool off in front of a fan. Once we found out the compressor had to be replaced and that couldn’t happen until tomorrow, I started calling hotels. No way was I spending another sleepless night at that house. It was just too miserable after two days without AC.

My La Quinta is awesome. This hotel is still fairly new, built around 2000, and it has already been remodeled. No cheap hotel bedspreads here. It’s clean and stylish and roomy. And the best part, they take dogs! No questions asked. Zoey and Servo aren’t exactly loving it here, but they don’t hate it either. I know they are happy to have air conditioning.

Oh, I almost forgot the other best part! We got a $70 room rate because of a military discount. Sweet! I always forget to ask, but since we are about to shell out $2,000 for a new AC unit, saving money was on my mind. Thank you La Quinta for saving my arse and saving my checkbook. I think I want to marry you.

Enough talking about my love for this hotel, let me show you my love!

How cute is the bed. I love it when hotel beds actual resemble a bed!

These are hanging in the hotel room. I kind of want to steal them. They would look great in my house!

All my babies in the bed. Does this not melt your heart? Mine can’t melt right now, I am fully abusing the free air conditioner.

Have I mentioned that Servo is the cuddly one? I have never met a bigger puss than him!

Seriously. Cuddlebum doesn’t even begin to describe him. This is where Servo lives. As close to sitting in someones lap as he can. Except he weighs 50 pounds and he doesn’t fit in anyone’s lap.

So, TGIalmostF. And here is to hoping we have AC tomorrow. If not, it’s another night at the La Quinta for me. I wouldn’t mind, but my wallet my start screaming.

Grr.  B, you jinxed us.  Since we moved in to our new house, B has been making remarks about our air conditioner.

“It’s too small.”

“It’s too old.”

“It can’t possibly handle the job of cooling the whole house.”

Well B, congrats.  You hurt our air conditioner’s feelings.  And now it’s dead.

It’s dead and I am hot!  And whiny.  And cranky.

Also I am crampy.

So.  Um… anyone want to come fix my air conditioner?  For free?  I will share my jalapeño jelly!  (Hey look, I got the fancy tilde symbol to work.  Go me!)

B and I are probably going to board the dogs tomorrow.  I hate to do it, but the air conditioner man has four jobs lined up before us and it is just to hot in here.  I can’t imagine what it is going to feel like come noon tomorrow.  Poor kids.

Cross your fingers for a cool house tomorrow.  I am afraid it is going to be a sleepless night tonight.

Let’s talk more about party food.  Seeing as how I ate an entire bowl of guacamole for dinner last night, just because I had the avocados available, party food is still on my mind.  Specifically dip.

At the Girls Gone Wild party last weekend, I was crowned the Dip Queen.  I can make a mad 7 layer dip and a mean guacamole.  Add B’s salsa into the mix and we have a pretty strong arsenal of dip.

I added two new recipes into the mix recently and those two additions are what earned me my queen title.

One was a corn, black bean, avocado mixture that was awesome.  I am sure most of you have had something similar before, but this was my first time making it.  And since I couldn’t find a recipe that made it simple enough for me, I combine about five recipes together, thus making it my own.  Being lazy and not the world’s best cook paid off!

Dip #2 was what really clinched the title and I owe it to my mother.  First, let’s look at Dip #2.

Doesn’t look like anything special right?  That is why I am the Dip Queen and you are not.  It is freaking special!  So special I don’t know if I should even tell you about it.  Just kidding.  I will tell you.

You see, my parents moved out of the suburbs of Dallas a few years back to live on a ranch.  Seeing as how they are retired and lived in Dallas for the last 40 years, ranching isn’t exactly what they are doing on their ranch.  What they are doing is growing vegetables.  Knowing someone with an awesome garden is, well, awesome!  I reap the benefits without having to do the work.  Last week B and I lived off of yellow squash.  Fresh from the garden, yellow squash.  You jealous yet?  No, ok, fresh from the garden, FREE, yellow squash.  Better?

My parents’ garden also has an abundance of jalapenos this summer.  This has forced my mom to get creative with ways to use jalapenos, which brings me to jalapeno jelly, also know as how to get crowned Dip Queen at a party.

Pictured above is homemade, fresh from the garden, FREE, jalapeno jelly smeared over cream cheese.  So very simple, and so freaking amazing.  The sweet jelly with a hint of a peppery flavor, minus the spice, mixed with the creamy goodness of cream cheese.  Excuse me while I wipe the drool from my keyboard.

I was just introduced to this heavenly combination over the Fourth of July.  I am now hording jalapeno jelly.  I have two and a half jars left at my house and I have already put in my request for more.  (Hey Mom, I think I just gave you enough ideas to get you through two Christmases and 3 birthdays. GIVE ME JELLY!)

Now unfortunately for all my readers out there, I am stingy and not willing to share my jelly.  You will just have to take my word on how amazing it is.  If you were at the party and got to try it, well that was a weak moment and you should count your blessings.  And Traci, don’t bother trying to call my mom begging for your own.  I already warned her about you.

Mmm, jelly.  I think I know what I am having for lunch today!

Monday, Monday, Monday.  It is so hard to come back to work and get in the swing of working when you had a fantabulous weekend!  What is better than hanging out with friends, hanging out with more friends, spending the day by the pool and napping all day Sunday?

Did I tell you Jenna is getting married?  Jenna is one of my dear college/sorority friends.  Meet Jenna…

Jenna is the one flirting with the camera.  Jenna loves the camera.

Anyway, Jenna is getting married.  So this weekend we had a bridal shower pool party in Jenna’s honor.  Marcie, Jenna’s bestie, threw the shin-dig together.  Have you met Marcie?

Marcie doesn’t love the camera as much as Jenna, but she is a good sport.

So Marcie threw the party for Jenna.  The girls reunited for swimming, sun, thousands of posed pictures with cheeky sorority smiles and food.

Can we talk about the food?

I love party food.  Hello tortilla rollups.  Do you want to come home with me?  No, then how about hanging out on my ass for the next 10 years?  I knew you would oblige.

Speaking of food and my ego, I was officially crowned the dip queen at this party.  Every party needs a dip right?  Ahem.

After some food and then some swimming and then some more food things got a little crazy.  The girls got a little wild.

That is the closest you will ever get to a picture of me in a swimsuit on the Internet.  Big kahonas, I do not have.  Well a big something, sure.  Ha!

And as the cocktails kept flowing the camera kept clicking.

I was the sober one at the party.  I was also the one behind the camera.  *Insert evil laugh here*

And finally, toward the end of the day, it came to this.

I am not really sure what is going on here.  I think Jenna was concerned Larissa’s heart had stopped beating.  Or maybe Jenna was just admiring Larissa’s breasts… with her ear.  I can’t explain it folks, I can just post it on the Internet.

If I possessed some mad camera skills I would have much more “wild” to offer you.  Unfortunately, when people are moving fast I just get blurry photos so the best moments were gone before I could focus.

I will leave you with the cutest chicky at the party.

Excuse me, ovaries, shut up!  I tried to take the kid home and she was having none of it.

I hope everyone had a great weekend!

Hi, my name is Megan and I have a blog.  Not exactly the way you introduce yourself.  Most of the people who read my blog are fellow bloggers.  Bloggers that I read and converse with who in turn return the favor to my little ole blog.  Hi blogger friends!

It’s not that I hide my blog, hello google my name and you found me!  This website use to be our wedding website.  Our family and friends knew about sagowitz.com at one time, so they could easily find it again.  They might be reading right now. Hi friends and family.

But now I know friends know and the pressure is huge!

This weekend we had a girls’ party/reunion/bridal shower and word got out about my blog.  A few friends knew about it, only one actually reads.  Hi Jenna!

Everyone wanted to know what I blog about.  How do you answer that?  To me, I think my blog is hilarious.  I am my own best audience.  But seriously, I blog about nothing and everything.  My daily life, random conversations I have with B, my dogs, things I like, things I don’t like… really it is pretty mundane.  But to me, it is fun.

Now my closest friends all know about my blog and they say they are going to stop by.  Ahh!  Not that I have anything to hide or be embarrassed by, but it is just different (weird? awkward? totally awesome? I am not sure.).

So, hi friends!  Don’t judge me if you think I am just as unfunny online as I am in real life.  I will always think I am funny in both.  Maybe I am just overthinking it and everyone had too many club specials to remember the blog talk.

Stay tuned for girls gone wild pictures.  Except minus the gone wild part because one of us is a mother, one of us is married, two of us are engaged and we are all just old.