Bell & Bell Furniture Co.

Last week Timmy and I did a daring deed. I had seen these plans on ana-white.com and was SO excited that I made Timmy take us to Home Depot to buy a stack of wood and build this table. It isn't filled, sanded, or stained (or should we paint it?) yet, but you just wait! We had so much fun doing this together! I think I want to build a headboard (this one) next. I'll post pictures when we decide what this little baby is gonna look like in the end. I'm just so excited! The whole project took us about an hour, and I think it turned out so well!

p.s. This woman used a power tool.

Escaping the Elderly

In addition working with old people, I also live in a basement apartment, the landlords of which are old people. It does NOT work out in the way you'd think. I originally thought sweet, kind, bring you cookies type of old people. These ones are angry, grumpy, nosy, and loud. But GOOD NEWS!!! Cute Timmy and I get to move next month! We are moving to GreenBriar apartments in Orem, and we are SO excited! Y'all have an opportunity on your hands.

1. If you so desire, you may help us move
2. If you so desire, you may donate (or sell us) any old, unused furniture, or direct us to where we can find some.
3. If you so desire, you may help us clean our current apartment top to bottom, so we can get our $500 deposit back from these hellian landlords
4. If you so desire, you can come visit us at our new place!!!




What's that you say? You don't want to help us move, or clean? WHAAAAT???? (Please watch the hyperlinked WHAAAAT??? clip. Please)

But seriously, If you know where we can get cheap furniture, help a poor newlywed couple out, yo.

Also, I have an old people story for you.

Today, a poor, rickety old lady came down to the lobby of the facility in her nightgown, shaken to the bone with fear. Nearing tears, she explained to me and my buddy that "there's a man who came into my room and sat at my table and won't leave". My first thought: This is a crazy old lady who's imagining things. My second thought: This is the ghost of her dead husband. So, my coworker says "Was he wearing a green shirt?", thinking that maybe her CNA came to help her (we wear green shirts) and frightened her. But no...then she said he was an old man. My third thought made me giggle: there's a crazy old man in the room a few doors down from hers. So we walk up there and sure enough, there's Mr. *Smith*, sleeping at her kitchen table.

"Mr. Smith, this isn't your room",
"Well, it's not hers either".
"Yes it is, and you frightened this little old lady"
"yes, I know, I saw her"
"Well, let's go back to your room, okay?"
"No, I'm not gonna".

Oh, poor old lady. She was so scared.

But it was so funny :)

Crazy Woman Brain

Every woman has "fat days" right? Days where that little stomach pooch seems more noticable, your heiny jiggles more than you remember it doing, and you try not to let your legs touch whatever you're sitting on, becaus then they smoosh flat and look HUGE! Today is one of those Crazy Woman Brain days. I tend to wear extra make up and do my hair extra cute on these days, to make up for everything, until Timmy tells me I'm crazy and makes me look up my BMI on an online calculator, to prove to myself that I'm ok. (even though BMI is totally useless. According to BMI, Shaquille O'Neil is morbidly obese). What a cute hubby...

Mrs. Bell - Homemade Chicken Pot Pie

Mrs. Bell is my alter ego. She is domestic, incredibly sweet, calls her husband embarassing things like darling, sugar, and stud muffin, and does other super wifey stuff. (picture an apron, a polka dot dress, and a 40's pin-up hair do ) Regular me is stubborn, staunchly independent, and would never give her husband a food pet name. Well, Mrs. Bell got a-cookin' tonight, and I TELL YOU WHAT!!! It was so much fun!

Chicken Pot Pie ala Kemari

1 can of cream of chicken soup
carrots, frozen peas, chicken, or anything else delicious (celery or corn would be good!)
corn starch to thicken your filling

pie crusts (I usually make mine, but you can buy ready-made dough that works great too.)

On the stove, combine veggies, soup, and cornstarch. Make sure you mix the cornstarch with water before you add it, or it clumps and turns to a gross rubberish lump. Gross. Boil this until it gets thick and dark.

These are the dishes I use. One is Pyrex, one is Corningware, but they both work well.



Put your pie crust in your dishes and trim the edges. Save the extra dough. Be sure to prick the bottoms with a fork and press the dough firmly to the sides of the dish. You should leave a little bit of dough poking up over the sides.

Ladle your soup/filling into the pie shell all the way to the very top. YUMM!!

Roll out your leftover pie crust scraps into the tops of your crusts. Cut steam vents in the top. How cute is this? Press the edges together with a fork or your fingers and cover them with strips of tin foil to keep them from burning in the oven. Bake for 25 minutes at 450 degrees.

Voila!!! It's so pretty! This takes a long time to cool, so plan accordingly.

Ah, Mrs. Bell is so domestic.

And oh, what a cute apron.

Have a Mushy Gushy Valentine's Day

With tomorrow being V day, I'll go ahead and fill you in on a few reasons why I love Timmy so much.

• Timmy is one of those people who's good at everything


• He can (and will) fix anything no matter how many times I break it


• He is a great dresser


• Timmy teaches me new things


• He always makes sure I know he loves me


• He substitutes my name for words in every song he sings


• He is super handsome!


• He always surprises me by doing little things around the house. He gets so excited for me to notice too.


• He is my best friend.

I love you Timmy Bell. Happy Valentines Day

Thankful Thursday

I am thankful for...

Belle vs. Bell

"Well, it's no wonder that her name means beauty- her looks have got no parallel" la la la...Hmmmph. This is Belle of whom we speak. Belle lives in France where, if you didn't catch this, her name means beauty. The Bell who is writing about the Belle of whom we speak lives in Utah, where her name means "no makeup, gaining married weight, and getting lazy with keeping herself up". Actually, if you're curious, Kemari is a form a japanese soccer/hackysack, but that's beside the point.

I feel like this comparison is upsetting.

I did NOT used to let myself go like this >>>

The point is that I'd like to make Belle and Bell more similar. First, I need to work out. I noticed this today when I got out of the shower.

There are mirrors ALL OVER my bedroom. Full length mirror, vanity mirror, giant hangning mirror, bathroom mirror etc...and in ALL of these mirrors, I saw my naked reflection as I stepped out of the bathroom. It was horrific. Terrifying. I put clothes on straight away. Lets just say that things...danced...more than I wish they would. ha ha

Second, I need to stop being a lazy bum. I probably ought to start doing my hair once in a while. Good idea? I think yes. I should probably spend more than 5 minutes on my makeup as well. The Kemari that Timmy married was super cute and was always "done up". That needs to happen more often, for the sake of my confidence levels.

Third, Belle reads a lot. Remember when she was reading by the fountain ( "OH!!!! Isn't this aMAZing? It's my favorite part because you SEEE!!! Here's where she meets Prince CHARming....etc") and the sheep are eating her book pages? If I had sheep, they would have no access to any book pages because all my books have been closed tightly for ages. Lets fix that, shall we?

Fourth and Last, Belle loved the beast. For those of you who do not remember, the beast was hairy hairy fuzzy fuzzy. I feel like I should stop bugging Timmy to shave. ha ha