I totally don’t like planning a wedding. I just want it to be here. I really like the dress shopping part and knowing that we will be getting married in beautiful Jamaica, but that’s all I want to plan. I don’t want to write checks to pay for it all, I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to pick out dinner and all that jazz, I just want our wedding vacation to be here. I totally see why people hire wedding planners. Having to think about all that crap while still working every day is close to impossible. And I have pretty much nothing to plan. Which is exactly why we chose to do a destination wedding. I wish I liked the planning part more, but when the money part comes into play, it’s a lot less fun. At least we finally set a date! One step down!
Wanna know something horrific? I’ll tell ya something super horrific. Prepare yourself. While at a concert last night, I must have eaten something bad because I legit projectile vomited. Like absolute no control, no time to get to a trash can, no where to go. And it didn’t just happen once. It happened multiple times. I would vomit then feel fine then out of nowhere it would happen again. Being trapped in a cab ride home praying he will drive faster so I don’t puke on his windshield is pretty much the worst situation possible. I didn’t puke on his windshield, I puked in my lawn. My neighbors probably think I’m a complete mess. I woke up feeling completely fine this morning, except for the vomit soiled clothes on the floor that were begging to be washed. How is it that there were about a million 15 year old kids at this concert making very poor decisions and I’m the one looking like a complete embarrassment? Ridiculous.
Let’s move away from vomit. It’s making me sick to my stomach. And I didn’t even tell you the worst part of that whole experience. AH STOP TALKING ABOUT IT! Ok, let’s talk about The Bachelorette. Because it looks so juicy this year. Who do you think she sleeps with? Who do you want to win? Why am I so obsessed with this season? Wasting two hours on a Monday night is my new favorite thing of the week. Right after projectile vomiting at a concert on a Tuesday night.
Wanna know a crazy story? The other day, we went to the park for Memorial day to play some volleyball. For me, that means watch people play volleyball with their shirts off. I don’t play sports. But as the day went on, the rain clouds started rolling in. We decided to take shelter in a Mexican restaurant down the street. Tacos always make rainy days better. Right after we left, lightning struck the tree right next to our friends. They said they all dropped to the ground because it was so loud. Can you imagine being struck by lightning? That’s some crazy sh*t right there. I had a teacher in high school that was struck by lightning three separate times. Do you think that’s true or he just made that up to impress us awful high school kids?
Damn, that wasn’t really that crazy of a story, was it?
- 4 tablespoons melted ghee, butter or coconut oil, divided
- 1 small sweet potato, peeled and diced
- ½ yellow onion, minced
- 2 garlic cloves, minced
- 2 cups diced cooked chicken (I used a rotisserie chicken)
- 3 tablespoons homemade pesto
- 10 eggs, whisked
- salt, to taste
- Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
- Toss sweet potatoes in 2 tablespoons of ghee. Place on a parchment paper lined baking sheet and bake for 25-30 minutes until soft then turn oven temperature down to 350 degrees.
- Place a large saute pan over medium heat, add 2 more tablespoons of ghee along with onion and garlic. Cook until onions become translucent, about 5 minutes.
- Add chicken and cook for about 10 minutes, then lastly add pesto and mix well until combine.
- Grease an 8x8 baking dish, add the mixture from the pan to the baking dish then add in eggs and salt along with the sweet potatoes. Mix well until combine.
- Place in oven and bake for 30-35 minutes, until eggs are set in the middle and cooked through.