Spring Break in Mobile!

Yo Yo Yo!  Spring Break was about two weeks ago and yes, I am just now posting.  What can I say, life is busy. Elizabeth had plans (she got to go to the Grove Park Inn with her mom for their Mother-Daughter Trip.  A fun filled week of massages and shopping), so I had options:

A.  I could stay home and get better at video games.

B.  I could visit family and friends around the state.

C.  I could go to Mobile, AL and visit Elizabeth's aunt and uncle.  Elizabeth's Uncle "Peanuts" (cool nickname, huh?  I think he got it in college bc he was one of the smaller guys on the football team) is a dentist and he offered to refill my bad root canal for free.  

I went with the obvious choice...C!  Who wouldn't want to get dental work done over spring break?  I thought that I could Put Some Nunley On It while I was in Mobile.  I had never been to Mobile and was excited about seeing family.  

I set course for Mobile on Wednesday with a bag of clothes and my navigator (gps).  I had a dentist appointment with Uncle Peanuts at 4:00, so I had to hurry.  I stopped only for some gas and chick-fil-a.  I hit a minor hiccup in Montgomery.  I had been going about 80 the whole way (that is the Put Some Nunley On It speed b/c not too fast but fast enough).  Montgomery speed limit for some strange reason (construction with no workers) slowed down to 45 (on the freaking interstate).  I was going 64 and I passed a gray motorcycle cop, who was next to a gray concrete wall (cop camo).  He then pulls out and I immediately pulled over.  I was hoping for mercy, which I received.  The officer gave me a ticket that only cost $100, even though he said it should be doubled.  I was like thanks, but how about changing the 45 mph speed limit!  I didn't say that, but I thought it.  I haven't had a ticket in a long time and if my memory serves me well, Montgomery was the last time I got a ticket.  I was on my way to see my parents in Clearwater, FL with my sister and Billy Wingo.  Not sure of the year, but I was in college and I got pulled over in the middle of the night in a 45 mph speed limit on the interstate in Montgomery, AL. Hmmm...

Despite the hiccup, I arrived in Mobile on time.  I received my dental work.  In this process I received laughing gas for the first time.  I have never been high or drunk before, so this was a new experience for me.  She gave me the gas and said I would start to feel tingly all over.  I sat there waiting for a while, but felt nothing.  I was thinking, "This gas stuff is weak".  As they started working on my teeth, I got nervous.  When you get nervous you begin to breath heavy and since they were working in my mouth I was only breathing in and out of my nose, which is where I was receiving the gas.  I then started to feel very strange.  I was tingly and then I began to float a little.  As I was floating things were spinning...I was high!  I got scared though, I felt out of control.  I decided to Put Some Nunley On It.  I wanted to feel the high, yet stay in control.  I began to breathe through my mouth, which was hard b/c they were working in my mouth.  I was breathing through my nose to feel funny and then when I started to feel out of control I would breath through my mouth.  All of this fun stuff made the procedure go by faster. Before I knew it all was well, and my tooth was great.  My face was swollen and numb.  I need to give a big shout out to my Uncle Peanuts.....THANKS!

I spent the next day touring Mobile, eating seafood at Wintzell's Oyster House (great food and good atmosphere), going to Maunday Thursday service at the Walton's church, and finished with dinner and fellowship with the Waltons.  In all of the touring and fellowship, I realized I wish I had more time to visit the town of Mobile.  Unfortunately I had to drive to Knoxville the next day to meet my wife (meeting my wife was not the unfortunate part).  But in typical PSNOI fashion, I had to visit somewhere before I left.  During the tour of Mobile, Amy, Emma, and Luke Walton all told me as we passed a Krispy Kreme that is was the original one.  I, of course being a huge fan of the doughnut and especially their glazed,  got totally pumped.  Krispy Kreme, here I come!

The next morning I got up and Luke was up, but Emma was still sleeping and now didn't want to go.  I felt sorry for her, because she was going to miss out.   Luke and I set out on our journey to the original Krispy Kreme.  I was giddy like a school girl.  I mean the first Krispy Kreme, who would not be excited!  So excited, that I had to take some pictures.  

The Original Glazed Goodness!

Me and the original sign!

Luke and I in front of the original sign!

Something was fishy about this whole experience and it wasn't Luke's armpits. We went into what I thought was the original Krispy Kreme, but there was no sign or hint of this being the first and original Krispy Kreme.  I thought they would be proud of this, at least put the date on the sign of the year it opened.  The building also looked much newer than the first Krispy Kreme.

I then checked it out online once I arrived home and realized I had been tricked (or they were mistaken and meant it was the first in Mobile)!  The first Krispy Kreme Store was in North Carolina!  No matter what is was I enjoyed those doughnuts.

I then left Mobile, headed to Knoxville for Easter.  I took my sweet time along the way.  I decided to stop at a Indian Casino.

Wind Creek was out in the middle of nowhere in Alabama.  I went in at like 1:00 p.m. and it was pretty sad...mostly old people wasting their social security checks.  I then decided to gamble 5 dollars.  All they had were slots, so I lost 5 bucks.  I should have quit when I was up to $8:40.  

After a long drive I arrived in Knoxville and had a great time with family!  So to wrap this story up, I "Put Some Nunley On It" over my spring break.  I mean Krispy Kreme, family, and free dental work!  BOO-YAH!

Make the Man Some Breakfast

So before Adam and I got married I always imagined myself as the perfect wife, i.e. slaving away in the kitchen three times a day, always having a spotless house, posting cute little scripture cards everywhere, making the bed every morning, always having a well stocked fridge, wearing lingerie every night, etc.  So you get the picture.  Unfortunately I pretty much sucked as a wife from day 1.  Things that I thought would be easy were such a nightmare.  It was all I could do to have something on the table for dinner every night and not let our mound of laundry overtake the bedroom floor. 

But the one thing that I had really failed at was making breakfast on Saturday mornings.  This was something that Adam had really looked forward to.  All the other things he could really care less about, but he really was disappointed when I flat out refused to rustle up some bacon and eggs on Saturday mornings.  But really, SATURDAY MORNING?! The last thing I wanted to was roll out of bed, slave over a hot stove, then clean it all up afterwards.  Plus all that grease from the bacon or sausage?  Yuck.  I grew up eating super healthy...I don't think I had ever even seen bacon grease, much less had to touch it, dispose of it, etc.  Needless to say, after a few Saturday mornings in the kitchen I was done. Luckily, I have the best husband in the world who rarely complains or makes me feel inferior for my lack of motivation to be Betty Crocker.  He adjusted and we were soon having cereal or oatmeal for breakfast.  

Fast forward three years.  All of a sudden, within the past six months or so, I have been inclined to make something hot for breakfast on Saturday mornings.  I don't know what's gotten into me.  It's just nice to sit down together in our pj's and start the weekend off right.  I still cannot do breakfast meat...the sausage is so fatty and makes me want to barf, and the bacon grease is just disgusting.  I've tried the substitutes, like turkey bacon, etc. but Adam doesn't like those.  

SO, after much experimenting, I have come up with the easiest, yummiest and cheapest Saturday morning breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese and cinnamon-sugar toast.  Simple, satisfying and doesn't take longer than 10-15 minutes. Plus I still get to feel like a Proverbs 31 wife.  There you go, Put Some Nunley On It!!!!

If you're wondering why I posted this today instead of on a Saturday morning, it's because we're on Spring Break, and every day this week is Saturday!  That's a double dose of PSNOI for me.

Side note:  If I'm feel like really splurging I will substitute the cinnamon toast for Pillsbury's Cinnabon cinnamon rolls: Super Flaky Supreme.  The best cinnamon rolls ever.  However, I got curious one day as to how many fat grams they really contained.  HOLY $%@! ...a whopping 17 grams per roll!  I now tell Adam these are reserved for "extra special occasions" a.k.a. never.  But he hasn't figured that out yet!

The Start of a Beautiful Thing

Welcome to Adam and Elizabeth's blog: "Put Some Nunley On It."  You might ask us, "Nunleys, why start a blog?"  I, Adam will answer.

There are five different reasons that come to mind:

1.  I said to myself,  "Self, starting a blog would be fun."

2.  To show all people how to "Put Some Nunley on It"

3.  Keep Friends up to date with new stuff in our life.

4.  To become famous.....no seriously that would be alright.

5.  For Barbarians and Vikings!

So where does "Put Some Nunley On It" come from and what does it mean?

First, the story of where PSNOI (Put Some Nunley On It) came from.  PSNOI started in college. I was attending a FCA retreat, called FCA Advance.  They call it advance because you should "advance", not "retreat" as a Christian (get it?)!  Anyways, I was attending Advance with some of my best college friends, Justin, Aaron, Brandon, Andrew, and Landon aka Men of EDNA (any I left out that came, I am sorry, just post and I will add you).  We arrived at Advance and we were all giddy to have a great time.  As we were unpacking and carrying bags to our room,  I had grabbed more than needed (like 12 or so probably) and was carrying them to our cabin.  I probably asked for some help, although it wasn't needed. That is when my friend Aaron yelled "Put Some Nunley On It!"  PSNOI then became a regular phrase in college whenever someone (especially me), was struggling with something they were told to "Put Some Nunley On It."

Lastly, you might ask "How can 'Put Some Nunley On It' affect me and how do I apply this concept to my life?"  Basically PSNOI is anything related to awesomeness, a.k.a. when someone or something is awesome.  Since the Nunleys define what it means to be awesome, another definition of PSNOI could read, "Someone or something resembling the things the Nunleys hold valuable."  You will see what those are as we post.  

Elizabeth and I will both be posting on the blog.  Elizabeth will edit them all because I stink at writing.  

Always remember to "Put Some Nunley On It!"  We would like to hear how you apply PSNOI in your everyday life.  Comment here and let us know.