In an apartment building, everyone is allowed to be loud every once in a while. Everybody does at least one thing that is louder than it should be.

Some people have a baby who cries at night. Some people talk way too loudly on their phone in the middle of the day. Some people get a bit too excited during football games (guess who that is).

I understand that. But some people go above and beyond. Some people vacuum at night with their door open for two hours straight. Let me tell you, we don't have that much carpet in here. Seriously, it takes me about 15 minutes. Granted, I don't usually get into all the corners every time I vacuum, but I still get it pretty clean. I'm not sure what one would even vacuum for 2 hours.

This is our neighbor. Every time it gets quiet and I think he's finally done, he picks right back up again. And again.

Wait... I think he might finally be done for real this time... or maybe not.

Ryan's talking to the muffins he just made. Giving them a pep-talk really.

I think he's pretty excited about finally making the raisin bran muffins he's always talking about.

We'll see if these muffins really are all he's ever hoped and dreamed of.

They'll probably turn out better if he doesn't open the oven to look at them every 20 seconds. Like I said, he's excited.

Coupon of the Day

My co-worker gave me this restaurant coupon today:

Congratulations! This coupon is good for one free kid's meal for $1.50.

Wait...what? Is it free or is it $1.50?

I think there's going to be a little confusion with that one.

This isn't a food blog. I promise. Let's face it, I wouldn't be a good food blogger. I just like food. Especially when someone else makes it.

This post isn't about food to make. Instead its about what not to make.

I have officially decided that after Ryan finishes law school for good (287 days and counting), I will not be eating boxed meals again.

After college I took out mac'n'cheese out of my life forever. Now hamburger helper will be soon following. No more cheese powder! I just can't eat it anymore. We will be adults and we will skip that aisle in the grocery store.

I realize that by taking out the easy, prepared meals, I am forcing myself to make meals that require time and preparation. I may regret that decision. But I won't miss eating cheese powder; that I know.

Did I mention that that is what I had for dinner. The cheese on top was less than the creamy goodness that cheese is meant to be. I won't go into any more detail.

And now I'm going to eat a cheesecake brownie.