Fiesta Ravioli

I don’t cook often ever. I would like to, though. It’s just…ugh…by the time I get home from work it’s soooo late. So I’ve tried a few recipes lately that are quick and easy but oh so yummy! I have had quite a few requests for this recipe, so here it is!


1 (25 oz) bag of frozen ravioli

1 (10 oz) can of enchilada sauce {My Mexican and Puerto Rican friends at work didn’t know there was such a thing. If you are another person who has been previously unaware of it’s existence, it can be found in the Hispanic food section at any grocery store. It’s yummy and you’re welcome for introducing you to it.}

8oz salsa

2 cups shredded cheese {it calls for Monterrey Jack, but I used a Mexican blend}

1 can sliced ripe olives, drained {I omitted this because: Ew olives. Yuck.}



Cook ravioli according to package directions. Meanwhile, in a large skillet, combine enchilada sauce and salsa. Cook and stir over medium heat until heated through. Drain ravioli, add to sauce, and gently toss to coat. Top with cheese and olives {or don’t, because ew}. Cover and cook for 3-4 minutes or until cheese is melted.


Voila. It was good, too. A little spicy for me, but I’m a pansy when it comes to such things. You can control that by getting more or less hot enchilada sauce and salsa.



Golf Lessons

My husband {Cody} loves to golf. He’s actually pretty good at it…I think. I’ve never actually SEEN him golf. He says he’s good at it. I’ll take his word for it. So, he golfs. His manager at work gave him this uber cute little pink golf set for toddlers. When I got home from my photoshoot yesterday he was outside giving her her first golf lesson. It was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!


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On a happier note….

I decided to go through pictures of McKenna’s life. My plan: To make a slideshow set to sappy music so when I’m sad or happy….I can watch it and cry. As I was going through them, I felt something. Thankfulness. I am so happy to have her. She really is the light of my world, keeping me from total darkness. I am also thankful for the man who helps me raise her. He, too, can be credited for keeping the darkness at bay.

Something else I am thankful for that’s a little less sappy: having a DSLR. I’m pretty sure this girl is better documented than the Kardashian’s. I LOVE looking at all of these old and newer pictures and seeing how she’s grown and I love having these quality shots. {Well, the more recent ones are better quality but that’s because I know what I’m doing now. Then? Not so much.}

I am in more of these pictures than I thought, but I plan on trying to be in more. Also, I found that I spend too much time getting her dressed and all done up for pictures and not enough time taking picture of her being HER. I spend too much time cleaning up messes and not enough time helping make them. I don’t think I’m a bad mom, but I could be better. I’m TRYING to be better. This may be the only shot I have at this motherhood thing and I want to do it right.

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Prayer: A Pointless Endeavor

Hey! Cynical me, here. I know anyone who reads this will likely disagree and that’s ok. My opinion won’t be a popular one, but I’m not in a caring mood today.

Prayer is pointless. There. I said it. And I really think it’s true with every fiber of my being. You’re not going to change God’s mind. You’re not going to change the future. I appreciate when people tell me they’re praying for me{us}. I really do. It’s because THEY think it does good and that’s really all they can do for us. That’s their way of helping and I love that people care enough to do it. And I love them for it. Do I think their prayer will actually be effective? Absolutely not. Prayer doesn’t solve problems. Prayer doesn’t cure infertility. Neither does church. Or reading a book. Or wearing/not wearing certain things. Or drinking/not drinking certain things. Or believing/not believing certain things. Things are the way the are and people who will murder their unborn children will continue to get pregnant while people who would make {and do make} amazing parents will never get pregnant. God doesn’t and won’t intervene.

So what’s the point of it? He doesn’t care enough to listen. Why should I even try?

I Made a Dress

So Cody bought me a sewing machine a while back. Maybe, like, a year ago? I have made all of one blanket with it. I just have never made the time. I decided to FINALLY put that sucker to good use and made a pillowcase dress for McKenna. I know, I know. Can’t get much easier than that, right? Well, I need easy. I’ve not taken any classes or watched any YouTube videos on the subject. I did follow an easy tutorial. It was a lot of fun!! The hardest part, I thought, was the armhole situation. I mean, come on. I’m so green that sewing a straight line is a challenge. You want me to sew a circle?? It did turn out great, though, I think. Can’t wait to do another one!! {She posed for me which gave me a chance to photograph the dress AND play some with my new Canon 35mm 1.4L lens! BONUS!}


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Playing Catch Up

As my previous post stated, I have combined all of my blogs into this one. It makes me happy.

So there’s been some stuff going on. Ya know, we got pregnant with McKenna the first month we tried. We were so lucky, even more so than we knew at the time. We had an easy pregnancy and an uneventful delivery. At the time she was born, we were living with my parents and shortly after Cody lost his job. We lived with my parents for about a year and a half….and moved in with Cody’s parents. So with all this going on, we weren’t really in a big hurry to start working on baby #2. We had time. I mean, getting pregnant is easy, right? So we lived with Cody’s parents for something like 6 months and FINALLY got our own place. Once we got settled in and were here for a while, we decided we were ready to add another mouth to feed.

One month went by and we didn’t get pregnant. That’s ok. Not unusual at all. One month turned unto 3 which turned into 6 which turned into a year. Ok, I started freaking out a little somewhere around 6 months. Once you go a year without getting pregnant on your own, they start to run some tests. Some as simple as some blood work, others a bit more unpleasant. Well, the results of these tests ended up not being too good. I’ll spare you all the personal details {I’m not into sharing that much at this point} but we actually have 3 issues between the two of us. One being hormone issues on my part. My body is functioning correctly, but because of low hormones my eggs aren’t good enough, essentially.

So last Tuesday we started treatment. I had to take pills for 5 days so today is my last day of pills. Also today starts the shots. In my tummy. Which because of the time of day it has to be done, I get to do myself. Omg. I don’t know if I can do this. I’m thinking about going to Cody at work and making him do it. But I won’t I can suck it up. It’s totally worth it.

So to everyone who has wondered or even asked when Baby Wells #2 was going to be making an appearance, the answer is that we don’t really know. We are hopeful that this will work but have been informed we have a 25% chance of success. So….that doesn’t really sound too hopeful, does it? Just be thinking of us, praying for us, doing fertility dances for us, or whatever you do to put positive juju into the universe for people. We need all the help we can get!

Meanwhile, I’m off to go shoot up some drugs! Wish ME luck!


Well hello there…again…

Over the last couple of years, I have started a few blogs. Things were all over the place. It was cray cray. So I have combined them all here into one giant hodgepodge blog. The old family blog, the newish family blog, the prengancy and early McKenna blog. They are all here.

You’re welcome.

Mormon Pumpkin Spice “Latte”

I loved (love) coffee. I miss it some days. The most difficult of those days come during Pumpkin Spice Latte Season. I’ve been jonesin’, man. EVERYONE has them. Everywhere I turn I see them. This is not helpful. So I found a recipe online for a pumpkin spice latte sans coffee. Here is the recipe:

1 cup of pumpkin puree, 4 cups of milk, 1/4 cup white sugar, 1 tablespoon vanilla, and 1 teaspoon cinnamon. You combine them all in a saucepan, use a whisk to make sure they’re all mixed up, and you simmer (not boil) over medium heat.

That’s it. BAM. Easy peasy. So a couple things about this:

  • It’s sweet. It doesn’t have the bitter taste of coffee to offset it.
  • It’s pumpkiny. Again, without coffee you can really taste the pumpkin. Not just in flavor, though. There are some little teeny pieces of pumpkin pulp.
  • The original recipe didn’t call for Ready Whip, but I put some on because, well, yum. Once it melted, it turned into that frothy goodness that you find with a “normal” latte. Did I say yum yet?

None of those things bothered me. In fact, I like it sweet and pulpy. I’m a big fan of all things pumpkin.


This is what happens when you REALLY want to open a can and your husband took the can opener to work. Just sayin’.


The final product…almost, I guess. This was before the whip cream.

Things I Wish I Could Say

One thing I love about blogging is that I can express my thoughts without anyone looking at me. I have this fear of public speaking. In front of people at church I go into full on panic attack mode. Even in smaller, more intimate groups {like the one I was in last night} I have a hard time looking people in the eye while I’m talking. It doesn’t really matter what I’m actually saying. I think reciting the alphabet would make me cry if the group was large enough.

This is very inconvenient for me. I do like to talk. Those that know me well enough, know this. I have some good insight and a unique perspective {at least I think I do} and no really great way to share that with people other than from behind my keyboard. It works for me. This particular post may be all over the place, but bear with me. I think it will be worth your time to read.

Let me start this thought by testifying to you that without a doubt I know that Heavenly Father knows me. He knows what I need to hear and when I need to hear it. He uses various people in my life to let me know this. Sometimes it’s the same person a bunch of times in a row {and if you’re reading this, I think you know who you are} and sometimes it’s completely random people. I am a convert to the LDS {Mormon} church. I was born and raised Baptist and, as you can imagine, transitioning from the religion that I was part of for 23 years to a whole other one is long and hard. I have been a member for 5 years as of October 11 and I am still in transition. There are certain things that are just plain different from what I learned growing up. Some of these things immediately make sense and I get it. Others don’t. Those things that I don’t get nag and nag at my brain. They make me stumble. Make me doubt everything at times. I am the type of person that has a need to understand and to know everything, like, right now. It’s hard for me to admit, but that’s just not possible. It’s a lifetime of learning and gaining understand. My mother-in-law {whom I adore} has always told me “line by line, precept upon precept.” I would just think “No, no. That’s not going to work for me.” {Like I have a choice in that!}

Coming from a Baptist background I obviously know a lot of people who are not Mormon. In fact, if we’re looking at percentages here, I know a much higher percent of non-Mormons than I do Mormons. And I’m usually the only Mormon they know. So guess what that means? Yep. I get all the questions. At first I would dread when someone would say “You’re Mormon right? Let me ask you something.” Don’t get me wrong. I love sharing my faith with people. I really do. But when you get burned by one or two people who’s goal is argue with you and try to convince you that you’re wrong, you get a little leery of the questions. Plus, I’m still new. I definitely don’t have all the answers. In Sunday school yesterday we talked about missionary work. The wonderful lady giving the lesson {who has become one of my favorite speakers} asked a question something like “Why do we share our faith?” {This is where I wish talking in front of people didn’t make my heart pound like I just chugged a case of Redbull.} This isn’t where she was going with it, but this is the first thing that came to mind for me personally that I wish I had the courage to have said: The biggest benefit that I’ve seen to taking the chance and answering the questions is it strengthens me. It has happened to me twice within the last couple of weeks that I have explained something to someone and as I was doing so I figured a couple things out. And these are two of my big issues. Things I’ve struggled with for the last 5 years. Honestly, I’ve just been struggling in general lately. I’m not strong when it comes to things of faith. I never really have been. I kind of just float along. But that has it’s downfalls, obviously. Like I said, Heavenly Father knows what I need. He knows that I am weak in my faith and that the more things I can say for certain that I know, the stronger I will be as a whole. He sent me these questions not so I could answer them for the people asking, but that I could answer them for myself. Amazing.

There was something else that happened to me this weekend. I am also struggling with some things in my personal life that have nothing to do with church and faith. {Although stronger faith would help me get through them, I’m sure.} Saturday was a bad day for me. I spent most of it crying. Being sad. Then I got on Facebook and saw this blog post. I won’t recap the whole thing, but it was the last paragraph that really stood out to me:

“Life is hard, but oh so beautiful. Forget not whose hands we’re in. Forget not that you are not meant to just ‘get by’, but to give you the absolute best ever created. Forget not that His ways are always better and how comforting to know He knows us better then we know ourselves. Never should it be about what you don’t have or haven’t gotten yet. Don’t let it be about what you don’t know, or can’t do. Embrace what comes your way, especially that which you didn’t initially invision for yourself.  Trust. Allow Him to show you how great our God is. Do not be ashamed or embarrassed. And more than anything, do not think you cannot do this. Do not let giving up be an option. Focus on Him, knowing that you will be blessed with the best ever created. What you know and what you have is enough for His help and guidance. You are always worthy of your God’s love. Prioritize. Turn to Him. Experiment. Act. Focus. Commit. Try. Hold on. Embrace and receive.”

The woman that wrote that is my hero. {Her name is Al Carraway.} I just cried. I mean, that might as well have been Heavenly Father standing there next to me saying those words. I know He sent that to me at the exact moment I needed them. I have read them so many times since Saturday. That’s undeniable proof to me that He knows me. He knows my struggles. I am not alone, even though sometimes the adversary would like me to think I am. I know that whatever happens is His plan, and it will be so much better than anything I could possibly dream up for myself.

❤ Marissa