Not much isn't cutting it

Today I went to the beach with Lauren.  We packed up two chairs, an umbrella, a cooler, magazines, books, towels, and sunscreen and headed down the road.  We were there for four hours and it was amazing.  Unfortunately, we didn't pick a great spot on the beach because there was a dead fish lying in the sand and ants everywhere and the beach itself is pretty rocky but the view was just great.  It almost reminded me of that picture on PC's that you could use as your desktop, probably taken in Thailand or something:

In my head, that's how it looked.  But, now trying to find a picture, I guess it wasn't all that beautiful.  It was still very pretty and I'm very blessed to live so close to what people consider paradise.  

When I got home at around 4pm, I was starving and not really up for thinking about cooking.  However, I had a huge craving for pasta.  The sound of it just made my mouth water (and the fact that it was extremely easy to make).  I made cheese ravioli with meat sauce because sometimes James likes to order that when we go to Olive Garden.  I figured he would enjoy the meal then.  It was delicious and hit the spot.  The first bite was spectacular, even though I just dumped box pasta in water with meat and jarred sauce.  I had the meal with a big glass of milk.  I love drinking milk with spaghetti, it makes me feel like a kid again.  

As promised, I attempted to take cute photos (like Hello Nickel) of my Oliver.  This was the best picture I could get, and it's a pathetic one.  He's not very cooperative.