Why you gotta make me cry?

In true Riley Writes fashion, I am on the other side of this computer, my eyes welled up in tears and a glass of champagne by my side.  Once again, I'm cooking.  Those damn onions get me every single time.  They're actually cooking at the moment but the whatever it is that makes you want to wear a ski mask is lingering in the kitchen and wafting out to the living room where I hear my husband sniffling because his eyes are watering as well.  What is it about onions?

Hi, my name is Rachele and I'm an onion hoarder.

It sounds strange but hear me out.   I never seem to use a whole onion.  I have no earthly idea why!  So since I never use a whole one, I open up the fridge and place it where the eggs are supposed to go.  That is where onions and cheese go to die.  I put them there (I think it's where you put the butter, in the door), I forget and inevitably cut a new onion up the next time I cook.  As I pulled out junk to make dinner (I haven't been cooking too often and I'll get to that).  I pulled out a glorious onion to add to my stuffed bell pepper (who's recipe I needed to look up on my own blog because I'm ridiculous) and as I went to put the onion in the fridge, I saw the onion graveyard.  Maybe that's what brings the tears to my eyes.  I must have close to 5 half onions in the refrigerator.  Holy crap.  Am I ever going to use them, you ask?  Nope.  Probably not.

Today in my quest to get qualified to actually work (because apparently you have to do that to bartend in Guam), I ended up driving by the Crossfit gym Zach and I were going to before I felt sickly and before I started working.  I missed it terribly and part of me wanted to blow off what I was doing and go get some rounds of deadlifts in.  I did not, however I did make a promise to myself that AS SOON as I stop working 6 days a week, I'm going to go back to the gym.  Balancing a house, a job and two "kids"  isn't exactly easy.  Mad props to single moms who do it and have actual kids, instead of ones that think it's okay to eat my under-roos for dessert.  Thankfully I have my pretty legit husband who helps a sister out!

Also, I'm missing a toe nail....again.  For those of you unaware, I had a fake toe nail put on for my wedding.  Long story short, I had a fake toe nail.  It was beautiful and eventually my nail grew back.  A couple weeks ago, in a flurry of trying to get out of the door the fastest, Hannah forced her whole body through the door and in turn, it combed over my foot, tearing at my delicate skin and lifting up one of my nails.  Luckily for me, that pretty legit husband is in the medical field and hooked a sister up.  It was bleeding and he took care of it, cleaned it out, bandaged me up and snuggled my face because I was crying.  Three weeks later, my nail finally comes loose.  Gross right?  You're welcome for sharing.  I probably won't get a fake one put on this time because I'm not getting married nor do I care....I just think it's rather comical to tell people I have a prosthetic nail.

So that's about it in this Riley Writes wrap up.
Xoxo
Riley Writes