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January 28, 2009
Even though my Grandpa was a Nabisco salesman and I grew up with eating the most delicious crackers and cookies around, I never thought of myself as an Oreo junkie until recently. I think Jeff buys these bags of Double Stuf Oreos on purpose so I don't spend all of our extra $$$ (ha ha) on Oreo Concretes from Nielson's everyday. The problem is as soon as that bag gets opened, I can't stay away from it. All health education training and discipline is thrown out the door once I know the seal is broken and I'm just one pull away from a crunchy chocolate cookie and sickening sweet filling. I've never dared to look at how many calories are in an entire bag of these things but I'm sure I've eaten one (or two, three, ten, twenty) too many. And please don't spoil my guilt by telling me how many calories I've just now consumed!
January 27, 2009
Someday when I'm old and lonely, I'll long for all the messes, broken crayons, blocks on the floor, spilled juice, and dirt again. I'm not quite ready to treasure the tripping hazards in the house now, but it is nice to have a reminder of how much joy my little Pearl brings to me.
On a side note, I just noticed that I've been putting 2008 instead of 2009 on all my posts previous to this one. I'm a friggin genius!
January 26, 2009
I hate the University of Utah, I really do. Sure they have an awesome football team but other than that I hate 'em. I'm in my last class to finally graduate (whole saga to this point with my program but I'll spare the details) and have emailed my professor at least 3 times the first week of class because I was in Atlanta for the first day, then the next week was a holiday so no class last week either. I wanted to make sure there wasn't anything I needed to do and make sure my class hadn't gotten canceled because only 4 people signed up for it. He tells me to not worry about anything, come tonight and all will be well. So I drag my butt through traffic up to the U and walk around looking for my classroom 'cause I've never been to this building before and refuse to buy a parking permit my last year of school. I find the classroom but no one shows up. At this point I start wandering around looking lost and find a nice administrative lady to help me. She makes a call and tells me that my class has been changed to Wednesdays at 6 instead of Mondays at 4:30. Great. Apparently this has been a problem before with my professor. She also kindly finds his cell phone number and I call to find out what to do now that I've missed the first two weeks of class. Long story, but class is still Mondays he was just a whimp and didn't want to shovel out of his driveway (we live in Utah...12 inches of snow isn't that much) and decided to cancel class today and hold on online chat at 5:30. Apparently he forgot to email me the details, syllabus, and reading materials. Great again. It's now 5 and I have to run to the bookstore to get my textbook then drive back through traffic, fire up the Internet, try to keep Pearl somewhat entertained, and chat online with two people I don't know. When I get to bookstore and find the online order pickup there's a sign telling me to go to customer service so I venture back downstairs only to get a stare like "you really are stupid" and sent back upstairs to another desk (which btw does not say customer service on it). I barely make it home for our online class discussion and am now a good two weeks behind. Typical, just typical of my entire experience at the University of Utah - SUCKY!
And since it's my little sis' birthday today, I'll give you a cute bonus picture of her with her cupcakes I made yesterday. I didn't have any candles so I stuck a Blow Pop sucker right in the middle for her to blow out. Plus in my irritation, I didn't get a picture of anything "U"ish and she brought over her sweatshirt for me to take a picture of. Thanks Kimmy!
January 25, 2008
My little sister turns 21 tomorrow and since I threw her the most awesome Elmo party last year, I figured I better try to live up to her expectations by baking her some cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes...rainbow chip cupcakes. I know really impressive, baking out of a box. But Kimmy loves them and apparently so does Pearl and Jeff. I called her to find out when we could come over tonight to deliver them and have Pearl sing "Happy To You" (yes, she forgets the "birthday" part) but she said we couldn't come over! What? Apparently going to dinner at the in-laws is more fun than hanging out with your sister. Little does she know that her cupcakes are quickly disappearing....hopefully there's at least one for her come morning.
January 24, 2008
We love soft sheets at our house and are very, very picky when it comes to sheets. We won't sleep on anything with less than a 500 thread count (preferably 700+) or at least several years of washing to make them super soft. Not to mention Jeff's obsession with having the sheets put on the bed the "correct" way (I finally gave up fighting him on this after 6 years of marriage and make the bed his way - no seams touching Jeff and his pillow turned so the long part of the pillow case hangs towards my side of the bed). Unfortunately for any new pair of sheets they have to compete with our memories of the softest, most comfortable sheets we ever had. Sadly, they got a small tear in them and I stuck my foot right through it a few months ago, completely destroying them. I guess after 6 years they had served their purpose but we haven't slept as soundly since. Until now. My parents bought us some new Aggie blue sheets for Christmas with a super high thread count. While not as soft as our old sheets, they do have potential. So, in celebration of the pending Aggie victory over Hawaii and because I needed a picture for My 365 Project, I put them on the bed today. With just a few more months of use, they should be as soft as our old ones.
January 28, 2009
