09 December 2009
So, Sam is still apart of this family.
And we have a photo of us gathered around a gorilla.
27 November 2009
26 November 2009
Once upon a time there was a rabbit. He had a nice home with a wife and 500 children (you fill in the next line.)
One of the baby rabbits decided he would venture out into the great unknown to find adventure. His name was...
Steve. This rabbit's love of music called him into the world. The rest of his family disapproved of his nonsense waving and yelling at the girls calling them...
Funny Bunnys. They all would giggle at Steve's wit and charm. One day, while traveling, he met a very cute bunny named Bernice. Steve called her a funny bunny, but she...
Slapped him. Steve was ashamed and fled the country. On a boat sailing to Spain, he met a one eyed pig who taught Steve many great lessons. One day the pig...
Jumped overboard to find a message in a bottle. Steve through great difficulty, for the pig was fat and couldn't swim, saved him and the message. It said...
Honey, does this dress make me look fat?
They both quietly looked out to the ocean and said yes. Once the arrived at shore, scientists captured them to study them because they were talking animals. One day in the lab...
A mariacii band came to play for the scientist's birthday party. There was cake and had cream. Steve politely asked for a slice and the woman screamed. Then...
Aliens came and destroyed china. Steve then began singing, and the band took him on as the lead singer. The pig sadly died. One day, while on tour...
The aliens sat on the front row of the concert. After the show they came backstage and asked Steve if he had seen a message in a bottle. They thought...
Their dresses were quite flattering. Steve quickly corrected them. In anger, they took steve away to their planet called...
Pork. Bernice was also there. Steve and Bernice held onto each other in fear. The aliens took them to their king who loved music Steve started to sing a song.
And the king turned to Jello. Due to widespread fear and a new job opening, Steve was made king and Bernice was made queen.
Steve was mad at the aliens because he had liked Chinese food, so he blew up Pork and went back to earth where he and Bernice....
Married and had a good house and 500 kids. One young bunny, named steve, decided to go looking for adventure. He found...
A rock and named it Jim. He took the rock everywhere. talked to it, sang to it... One day the rock said...
Does this dress make me look fat?
23 November 2009
20 November 2009
Not to be considered boasting, for I enjoy entertainment for the pure sake of entertainment also, I was merely entertained that experiences so vastly different could occupy the same room; So close together, but minds so far apart.
04 November 2009
29 October 2009
A few weeks ago, my sorority did an activity titled "Arrange the pieces you are given." There are so many things in our lives we don't have control over, but we have control of what we do with those things.
There is nothing I could have done to foresee or prevent the cold. This is so with most events that take place in our lives. We must simply take life a day at a time, learn a day at a time, and make time worth living.
At least a cold is good enough to inspire one more blog post ;) .
25 October 2009
- Aided one sister in rescuing and returning to proper owner, two very, very small and lost dogs within 5 minutes.
- Almost blinded the other sister by poking her eye quite hard. Don't swing your arm with a pointer finger out if you don't know who is behind you. Just sayin'.
$100 for dress.
$15 for crown.
$17 for shoes.
$30 for hair.
$20 for jewelry.
Best costume I've ever worn...you know the word.
I had to have help lacing up the back of the dress. It took my dear lady in waiting almost 10 minutes, thank goodness for her. I took up 2.5 chairs worth of space. Walking down the street required a carrier for the back. Though I began to understand how women who had to wear these dresses on a daily basis felt. You don't have much use but to be an ornament. We played charades at this party, and my Halloween object to act out was a witch hat. I was grateful for something I didn't have to move around much for. I raised my arms to mime a pointed hat, and they stopped half-way up. Thankfully someone got it anyway, with some pointing at someone else's hat. Sitting required a straight back (the dress was a corset on its own). Someone came up to me at the end of the party, and the farewell was "I hope you shrink." Entertained by my own size, people were submitted to being "skirtified" if they sat next to me. What I do want to know, is how men danced with these women with huge skirts. My partner was forced to slide his feet, and even then he caught the hem. After 4 hours my torso had submitted to the dress and I merely sat in it. Another hour it came off; my whole body bent over and could BREATHE! Undoing the hairstyle, I discovered over 40 bobby-pins (a normal hairstyle takes from 2-5), rollers to plump the hair, and two small hair pieces. Many hilarious improv photos (yet to be posted), sore body waking the next morning, and lots of conditioning hair product to remove the hair spray later, the price of wearing an awesome costume is truly - immeasurable.
22 October 2009
15 October 2009
As I was staring at a photo of a Violet-Green Swallow, a scripture popped into my mind. Matthew 10:29-31:
I testify to you that Heavenly Father has made ample provision for you to succeed in this life and to continue in exaltation in the next. He has sent a Guide and a Rescuer, even Jesus Christ. He has provided a Comforter, even the Holy Ghost. Three distinct beings, one in purpose; To bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man. This means you. Their purpose is to make sure you succeed, if you only let Them aid you. Darn right they are aware of what you are going through. Your thoughts and confusion, joy and agony. Fear ye not. You'll not simply get to the resurrection and go through a simple inspection, "Yep, you have all your hair. NEXT!" Heavenly Father will know you as you have been, as you are, and as you can be. He is so intimately aware, and will heal you of all your grief, sorrow and pain.
06 October 2009
04 October 2009
"I dunno Ava, what is it?"
On our way to dinner last night we were talking about who was married to who. This is a conversation between my niece and I:
"Who is married to Emily?"
"Who is married to Nina?"
"Who is Erin married to?"
"uh...who is you married to?"
"I'm not married yet. I'll get married later."
While we are eating in the restaurant my niece looks at me and says, "Good eating Erin."
03 October 2009
I'm not sure how to say this, but I just can't wait. You see I've met a handsome young duck, and now I have a new pet. At the pet store. . . I do believe you have a good heart but our love will never be. I met someone new, they're way better. No forwarding address for you. I really have to end it I've decided to become a clown. I wanted to wait, but her eyes were so beautiful, I had to put her down. I would have been sad to let her continue on her present course. Find a new love with a mustache...that curls into your eyes that really are far too red. Whatever I have had a horrible time trying to love you but I can't.
Good thing I have the former letter in exchange for this poor mishap.
I am writing to tell you I love your pants because how earnestly I admire and love you. If you when we were lost and you would ask for directions and then to make it better, I believed you to be the most weirdly fascinating person as diamonds. If your hair grown. I hope that one day I can find like a butterfly and my heart I love the way you smell like the dessert in mid-day. Pick me up-take me anywhere. What more can I say? How can I express the please always always always be mine to be with you even though we had just met. Every year when the come to the mountain cabin, nothing's in your ear, you seem to
Your ever-affectionate and passionately in love,
I shall treasure this piece of love in my heart, always and forever.
29 September 2009
28 September 2009
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow,
My ransomed soul He leadeth
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never.
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.
-Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Mack Wilberg
09 September 2009
Note: Going back and forth between the two operating systems can be bothersome, as the keys are not quite synonymous. Sometimes I hit the same key several times while nothing happens before I think "oh, duh."
27 August 2009
Poll Results: During the semester, all my instructors will be male. What consequences will ensue? (choose all that apply)
You'll need lots of girls nights.
Your semester will rule.
Nothing different than with female instructors.
You'll come out with your head on a plate.
Day Two - Sleep in, paint room, walk through Institute and chat with friend, Ballroom Dance and the CHA-CHA!, sign up to take notes in Stats for someone and earn $50 at the end of the semester, stare at homework, panic over forgotten Algebra, friend assists in remembering, way too much food at Wendy's with a friend, go to RUSH, dress in "work out clothes" (leggings, rolled up stretchy pants, leg warmers, headband and t-shirt), FAIL in jump-rope in skit (rope stuck in hair), talked to girls and tried to find the balance between enthusiasm to knock them over and convincing them to come to Theta, leave backpack, friend picks up and another friend drives me to get it.
Day Three - Greek, Statistics and want to cry, tempted to break into song in the library, ILS, hang out at Institute with friends, home and crash.
Day Four - Run into Choir director, Greek, get calls and texts from Choir director, get a list declaring me official in the choir, stare at homework . . .
Anticipating for the week - Starting new job at the library, staring at homework, meeting new choir people.
26 August 2009
- You lose your keys in your backpack (at least a week of searching)
- You lose your camera in your backpack (a few months of searching, granted this backpack was not commonly used)
- You lose your iPod in your backpack (luckily it was less than 24 hours of searching)
- The jump-rope gets stuck under your hair while hundreds of girls are watching
- You back into a rather large dumpster
- You wear a shirt on inside out and/or backwards, not noticing for at least an hour
- You get stuck in a revolving door with your rolling suitcase
15 August 2009
Guess I'll save it for later.
11 August 2009
To be able to sing. It's a stress reliever, a way to express emotion, and to communicate with others when words are not enough. I'm not a fabulous soloist, but have been blessed with the opportunity to sing in awesome choirs for the past few years. It brings social opportunities with those who have similar interests. It's a talent, hobby, and love. Vocal chords require no case to be carried around in. Breaking into song may scare some people, but it's a love that just must be shared.
23 July 2009
sunshine in the grass, and the children play.
Siren’s passing, fire engine red,
someone’s house is burning down on a day like this?
The evening comes and we’re hanging out,
On the front step, and a car rolls by with the windows rolled down,
And that war song is playing, “why can’t we be friends?”
Someone iss screaming and crying in the apartment upstairs
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
Somebody’s going hungry and someone else is eating out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody’s heart is broken and it becomes your favorite song
the way your mouth feels in your lovers kiss
Like a pretty bird on a breeze or water to a fish
A bomb blast brings a building crashing to the floor
You can hear the laughter, while the children play “war”
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
one kid walks 10 miles to school, another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
On a soldier’s last breath his baby’s being born
Standing on a bridge, watch the water passing under me
It must’ve been much harder when there was no bridge, just water
Now the world is small. Remember how it used to be,
with mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars?
Watch the sky, the jet planes, so far out of my reach
Is there someone up there looking down on me?
Boy chase a bird, so close but every time
He’ll never catch her, but he can’t stop trying
Funny the way it is, if you think about it
one kid walks 10 miles to school, another’s dropping out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
on a soldier’s last breath his baby’s being born
--Dave Matthews Band.
22 July 2009
30 June 2009
23 June 2009
As you are aware the floors are slanted, the following should come as no surprise:
There was a file holder that sat in front of my "desk". When I stood up to grab the folder I needed, the chair slide an inch or two backwards, so when I went to sit down again, I landed on the floor rather than the chair. Yes, I was in a dress, and yes my legs ended up above me rather than below. Luckily the only other people in the room were on the other side of it, and I MAY have been hidden by the half wall. If not, they held their laughter very close.
That same day, the president of the other company in the same office space walked in and started talking to her two employees (both men). About 5 minutes later she walked towards my side of the room and said "Hello Erin. You know, I only need to say 'hello' once and I greet everyone here." Of course, the men on the other side of the room are both Aaron.
Yesterday I was smart enough to wear nice jeans to work. I finally have a desk! Thanks to yours truly. It's amazing the things you miss. A desk at a proper height with leg room underneath, drawers, shelves. It's beginning to look more like an office than a warehouse. Today I put two more desks together, wearing heels I might add. (if you're a boy and don't understand how this makes a difference, try assembling something on your tip-toes. yeah.)
22 June 2009
My life thus far, in a nut shell.
TWO awesome jobs, BOTH downtown with perks like free stuff and free food, finding a HP book in Ancient Greek, reading a book about Dracula, donating platelets, going to Institute taught by Brother WILCOX, getting way good deals on clothes - never spending more than $20 on one item, movie nights with awesome people, sister running the Ragnar Relay and surviving, falling off the chair at work (in a dress), going to the temple, going to a fireside given by Elder Scott, making new friends in the ward, getting presents from other countries, planning a masquerade ball, talking to a random boy and not dying, watching cool movies, mowing the lawn, riding a bike around the neighborhood, and dancing in the rain.
2 months down, 2 months to go.
18 June 2009
15 June 2009
Have you ever cried (tears streaming down your face) during a secular movie?Results of 7 votes:
0 Just misty
Now I would like to hear the names of the movies that stirred these emotions.
As a banquet server, I set many plates of food in front of people, then remove the plates when they are empty. As the diner is there when I serve and clear, I receive many "thank you" 's. When I first started the job I noticed that my reflex answer was "no problem." This, I decided, wasn't quite professional, so I made a decision to say "you're welcome." The habit, it seems, is a die-hard one. Something quite inappropriate has replaced both of the options and instead of any proper, I say "your...problem..." Not exactly what one expects to hear in response to a "thank you." I believe that most of the times I've slipped it's been inaudible.
We can only hope at least.
12 June 2009
It could be much worse than you expect.
Deal with it.
You can't be perfect.
You're not expected to be perfect.
It probably doesn't matter that much.
You have no control over it.
If you can change it, do it.
You'll probably enjoy it more than you think you will.
You may be wrong.
You may be right.
Honestly, just enjoy it.
Work your butt off.
It really is that funny if you think about it.
I really know almost absolutely nothing.
06 June 2009
Today was D-Day, June 6th 1944. A day that commemorates the loss of so many lives that day and all that preceded, and all that were to follow. Yes we were victorious in the end. The lives were not wasted. Their sacrifice was real and their cause true.
Yet war, for war sake makes no sense. The cause of every war is political unrest and upheaval. It is on the backs of millions, that the pride of few is carried, and lost.
31 May 2009
The loneliness and grief,
Com heal the piercing silence of passing.
And sweet familiar strains,
The voices lost in death,
Arise in songs of hope everlasting.
Then let the voices roll
As waves upon the sea;
Come forth and break upon us, refreshing.
And barren coves be filled -
O'er flow with reverie!
Let mem'ry sable as Gilead's caressing.
And though the balm be spread,
Let tender rifts remain
That breaking hearts not yield to forgetting.
For hearts rent wide at death,
Unfolded to our dead,
Hear singing from beyond sunlight's setting.
Then sing, beloved ones,
Reach o'er the summer sea.
Pour forth thy boundless love for us living!
Sweep into ev'ry soul,
Make music of our tears,
Turn all our songs to joy and thanksgiving!
And when we silent pass,
From far across the sea
Let praises ring for life's wond'rous blessing.
Then sing ye living souls!
Sing generations past,
Swell high the tide of life, us refreshing!
Sing forth as with one voice,
Bear silent grief away,
Resound with peace and hope everlasting!
And all who wait and sing,
Sing on from earth and heav'n
And make out crossing forth joyful passing!
Mack Wilberg, Requiem.
26 May 2009
The Day After Tomorrow.
The Day the Earth Stood Still.
I Am Legend.
War of the Worlds.
What do all of these films have in common?
The abolishing of existence on the planet called Earth, as we are so aware at this moment. What is the fascination with "the end of the world as we know it"? The premise of 2012 comes from a Mayan calendar prediction. Is there something in every human heart that can sense the direction human-kind has taken? In many of the films, our destruction is not our fault. Aliens and the "supernatural", or natural disasters in catastrophic proportions. Are we so apathetic to consequences of our actions that we can't handle the idea that we may incur the suffering upon ourselves? Course we are. Who wants to think that the choices they make are mistakes? I'm not suggesting that most people on the earth are "sinners". I believe that most people are well-intentioned. One thing that motivates every being on this earth without exception, is happiness. Some have a pretty messed up perception of what brings happiness. Most people are misguided. If you really sit down and take into account all the things that happen on a daily basis; Rape, abuse, murder, rude comments, thievery - on a huge scale (consider the number of people), we're not even approaching the fundamentally wrong decisions people make that are socially acceptable; Divorce, pornography, sex before marriage, gay relationships, single people adopting children, pride, greed, disrespect.
There is so much despicable and disgusting behavior, is it really a wonder that the wrath of the Creator will ensue upon this people of our small planet Earth?
Hopefully the events to come will sober many.
24 May 2009
This boy is old enough to understand money, and worth, and not to complain and beg. As the mom was ignoring his pleas, I assume she was working to change his behavior.
Honestly, it's the parents.
18 May 2009
Yet this time, some sadness and a small hole appears also.
Am I NUTS?!
No, ntrly. Not as far as I see it anyway. A curse in a certain respect, as menial tasks in the workforce are more bothersome than ever before (aka, I'm bored with the lack of a challenge). Tonight I picked up an algebra book and once again tasted the sweet juice of knowledge. Alas, much of what I read didn't sink in very well (it's been awhile, me and math) and I thought "Maybe I should read my Greek book, it's easier."
"Yeah, that explains why people think you're insane."
Draw your own conclusions. I'm not here to brag, just expressing my observation.
17 May 2009
Our bondage it shall end by and by.
From Egypt's yoke set free;
Hail the glorious jubilee,
And to Canaan we'll return by and by, by and by
And to Canaan we'll return by and by.
Our deliverer He shall come by and by, by and by,
Our deliverer He shall come by and by.
And our sorrows have an end,
With our threescore years and ten,
And vast glory crown the day by and by, by and by,
And vast glory crown the day, by and by.
And when to Jordan's floods we are come, we are come,
And when to Jordan's floods we are come;
Jehovah rules the tide,
And the waters He'll divide,
And the ransomed host shall shout we are come, we are come,
And the ransomed host shall shout we are come.
Then with all the happy throng we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice,
Then with all the happy throng we'll rejoice;
Shouting glory to our King,
Till the vaults of heaven ring,
And through all eternity we'll rejoice, we'll rejoice,
And through all eternity we'll rejoice.
Saints Bound for Heaven
16 May 2009
I still needed some rice flour for my gluten intolerate brother, so I went back to the basic American supermarket. I found a rack of the same packaged mexican dried things, but was relieved to see I didn't waste my time as they didn't have chiptoles. The rice flour was equally evasive, found hiding in a tiny section of the organic foods. I got home and realized I had forgotten the bittersweet chocolate. Sheesh. Later that night after work, in my lovely black skirt, white collared shirt and flowered apron, I went into another American market to find the chocolate bars. The recipe calls for 56% cocoa. That's not specific at all... The selection was a 60% bar, and after further inspection, a 53% bar. I went with the 53%.
I'm still trying to figure out what I am going to use in place of the ramekins. (I'm not going to go but new ones.) And I hope this all turns out well. And if you find a recipe that calls for canned chipotles, I have a few cans I need to use up.
13 May 2009
12 May 2009
07 May 2009
2 eggs whites
1/2 tsp vanilla
2/3 c sugar
1 1/3 c coconut flakes (this is the original recipe portion but you may add more to taste)
Beat egg whites and vanilla on high speed until soft-tipped (tips of "fluff" curl). Continue beating and add sugar slowly about a tablespoon at a time until mixture is hard-tipped (thicker and shiny). Fold in coconut flakes.
Bake 325 degrees for 20 minutes, or golden browned edges.
Optional: Melt chocolate and dip baked cookies. Cool.
Difficulty: 2-3. Watch closely so you don't over beat, or over cook. Melting chocolate can be difficult. As always, don't burn yourself or the cookies.
Mashed up bananas added are very good.
Pecans or walnuts add flavor and a nice additional texture.
|1/3 cup sugar|
|6 egg yolks|
|1 teaspoon vanilla extract|
|1/4 teaspoon cinnamon|
|1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg|
|A pinch of ground cloves|
|1/8 teaspoon salt|
|1 cup light cream|
|1 cup heavy cream|
|2/3 cup solidly packed pumpkin mash or canned pumpkin|
| 1/2 cup pure maple syrup |
2. In a medium-size saucepan, whisk together the light and heavy creams, pumpkin, and maple syrup, then bring the mixture to a simmer over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally. Do not let the mixture boil.
3. Remove the pan from the heat once the pumpkin mixture is hot, about 5 minutes. Add it by the ladleful to the yolk mixture, stirring continuously. Don't pour it all in at once or it will cook the yolks too quickly.
4. Once the mixtures are blended, divide the custard evenly among 6 standard custard cups. Pour 3/4 inch of hot water into a large, shallow casserole dish, then arrange the cups, evenly spaced, in the dish. Bake the custards, uncovered, on the center oven rack until their centers are jiggly but no longer soupy, about 45 to 50 minutes. Carefully transfer the cups to a wire rack to cool.
5. When the custards reach room temperature, cover the dishes individually with plastic wrap and refrigerate them for at least 6 hours. Makes 6 servings.
Difficulty: 2/3 You have to use the stove and make sure you don't burn the cream. Separating eggs also. Worth the extra attention.
Optional: Sour Cream and/or Salsa
Cut chicken into small half-inch pieces. In a frying pan, put a Tbl of oil and fry chicken pieces until thoroughly cooked. Add taco seasoning to taste. Cook rice. Grate cheese. Cook broccoli. Combine all ingredients. Put on a flour tortilla and roll up. Serve. (with sour cream and/or salsa if desired)
Difficulty:2 - requires cooking chicken and rice on the stove, but the broccoli can be cooked in the microwave. The instructions and ingredient sizes aren't specified because you can make as much or as little as you want; the taste results will be the same. It's simple and quick.
Any sauce recommendations?
3/4 c shortening
3 oz. cream cheese
2 T evaporated or regular milk
1 tsp vanilla
Mix cake mix, shortening and eggs. Drop or roll into balls onto pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 8-10 minutes. Mix frosting ingredients. Add enough powdered sugar for a thick consistency. Spread between two cookies.
Difficulty: 2. It's really not all that hard, though the cookies are better if you leave them a little undercooked, they stay softer that way. The frosting measurements are mostly to guide you, though don't be afraid to take liberties to fit your taste.
Can be made as half recipe. A half still makes about 2 dozen cookies.
*aka Oreo cookies(R) though I don't know what kind of trouble I'd get in if I used the brand name.
2 Tbs cocoa
2 Tbs butter
1/4 c milk
pinch of salt
1/4 c peanut butter
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 c oatmeal
Combine sugar, cocoa, butter, milk & salt in saucepan. Heat just to boiling and remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter until melted, then add vanilla. After combined, stir in oatmeal. Drop spoonfuls onto wax paper and leave to cool.
Difficulty: 2. It does require a stove, and watching the mixture to prevent burning. It's quick and tasty though!
1 c sugar
2 Tbl flour
1/8 tsp salt
2 c half and half
2 c cream
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
Beat eggs in mixing bowl until fluffy. In saucepan, combine sugar, flour and salt. Gradually stir in half and half. Cook and stir over low heat until mixture begins to thicken. You can turn heat up to medium low, but continue to stir. Thickening may take up to 20 minutes. Add some of the hot mixture to eggs and stir. Return eggs to pan and blend. Cook and stir an additional minute. Remove from heat and chill well. Stir in cream and vanilla. Freeze in ice cream freezer.
Difficulty: 3. Takes effort to prevent mixture from burning on the stove, and careful watching while mixture thickens. Using an ice cream freezer should be adult supervised.
1/2 c shortening
1/2 c butter
3/4 c sugar (granulated)
1 c mashed carrots
2 c flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
3/4 c shredded coconut
Mix two mixtures together. Plop small servings onto greased cookie sheet. Temp 400 for 8-10 minutes. Bottom will be brown.
3 Tbl soft butter
1 1/2 c powdered sugar
2 tsp grated orange peel
1 Tbl orange juice
Frost baked and cooled cookies.
Difficultly 1/2: Cooking and mashing the carrots takes some effort, but they're really not anymore difficult than other cookies. Oven use is required.
2 c. sugar
1 c. Sour Cream
1 (8 oz.) pkg. cream cheese
1 tsp. vanilla
5 ½ c. flour
½ tsp. soda
3 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
Cream butter and sugar together. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating well after each. Beat in sour cream and cream cheese. Add vanilla. Sift dry ingredients and add to cream mixture. Chill dough thoroughly. Roll out about ¼ inch thick. Cut into large cookies. Place on ungreased cookie sheet.
Either sprinkle sugar before baking or ice afterwards with frosting.
Bake 350° for 12 to 15 minutes.
Difficulty: 2 It does take some time to roll out the dough and cut them into shapes, but it's not too difficult. Watch that you keep the width even when doing this though, you don't want lopsided cookies! I used a very large cookie-cutter, and those were the best! Small shapes are fine as well, just make sure you don't over cook them. They really don't need frosting, sugar is recommended to top them.
04 May 2009
- Gravity surges increase (aka, tripping over flat surfaces)
- A gift in the form of a bagel and cream cheese changes your whole outlook on the day
- You stick your tongue out at a choir director who probably didn't appreciate it...
- Your attention span varies from riveted to the screen for 30 minutes to 5 seconds...ooo, shiny...
- Data entry makes you want to cry
- Lame jokes created from your own tired mind make you giggle for 5 minutes
- You sit down with a professor and suddenly remember that you went to school all semester
02 May 2009
Me: *stares at the butter* How much?
Jed: Umm, I dunno, how about I do something.
Me: K...Katie, what should we make Jed do?
Katie: Oh, I dunno...how about drink a glass of that vegetable oil.
Jed: How much?
Me: Just like a half a glass.
After subsequent preparation.
Jed: Are we doing this at the same time?
Both: One, two, three!
Now a side note: if you are going to eat that much butter in one go, you would think it would be easier to take bites out of it. But if you are any sort of normal, you will quickly discover this is not true.
I shoved the whole thing in. Jed finished his oil quickly, but I stood trying to chew and swallow, but with each swallow my gag kicked in.
Jed: My lips will never be chapped again.
Jed: Open your mouth.
Me: *opens mouth*
Crowd: Ahh. Eww! Gross!!
Some very kind people were very concerned about my well-being, seeing as I kept gagging every time I tried to swallow. I was given paper towels and spit the remainder out.
Jed: I'm feelin' all shaky now.
Me: Me too. Weird.
I can still smell and taste the butter as I retell this story.
Not much later on another dare, Jed attempted to each almost a tablespoon of cinnamon. He didn't make it far with that one. After a puff and a gag, he spit much of it out and spent the next 10 minutes gagging.
I'm still trying to figure out what our motivation was. Strangely, I doubt it would take much tempting for me to do some thing else similar...though never butter. You got to live a little, eh?
28 April 2009
27 April 2009
I actually decided not to take on another language. None of them fit quite right into my schedule, and what I planned for the semester feels like a good load. Thanks for your votes, even you Navajo people...The tally of the vote 1 -Russian, 3- German, 3- French, 0- You're nuts (Surprising) and 2- Navajo.
In case you are wondering, I am filling the extra credit room with ballroom dancing.
I am told this is a "Utah epidemic". Is it because we feel we can show up either way, whatever suits our personal taste for the evening? Is commitment all that difficult? Surely there is forgiveness if in an extreme circumstance you must cancel. If you say "maybe" or neglect to respond at all, it is like a slap in the face to the host saying "I'll consider your invitation if I don't have any thing better to do."
On a kind note: If you receive an invitation of any kind, respond please, out of consideration for the extendee.
and your head.
21 April 2009
- Avoid the University of Utah at all costs. Preferrably attend UVSC for a Film degree and pursue screenwriting and directing.
- Though currently involved in a choir in the High School I attended, I didn't plan to pursue it any further after graduation
- By age 20/21 I expected to be married, or at least not living at home.
- I was rather shy and didn't make friends all that easy, and expected to stick close to my High School friends.
- I attend the University of Utah, majoring in Classics - emphasis in Ancient Greek, minor in Classical Civilization, possible a minor in Linguistics.
- I have been in an Institute Choir for 8 consecutive semesters, including summers since Fall 2006.
- I am single. I live at home.
- I have contact with two high school friends, one on a semi-regular basis, the other I rarely see. It seems at times I have too many friends. (ha! never)
In short, I have decided not to expect things to happen, or set plans in stone. As I have learned, it apparently doesn't happen that way.
19 April 2009
18 April 2009
This morning began at 5:45am when I hit my snooze button and went back to sleep. Again I woke at 6:05am and decided I better get up. After a shower, the ordeal began. Curling my hair, with my mother's help, took about 45 minutes. I felt a little like Shirley Temple, but I knew the curls would calm down as the day progressed. Out the door at 7:25am with my large load of anything I could possible need for the day, I made my way towards the LDS Conference Center. I passed Sugarhouse Park, and saw some marathon runners and thought of someone I knew who was racing, hoping she was doing well and remembering when my brother-in-law Jon ran the race the year before. Signs read "Turn your radio to AM1300 for race information" which I tried, but all I could hear was the magnetic waves from Jupiter (radio fuzz). Not helpful. Off the freeway and moving towards South Temple, I ran into a slight problem. The marathon runners were running right down S. Temple, the street I need to cross to get to the Conference Center. And NO traffic was let through. "I just want to cross the street, I have less than 10 minutes to get to my interview!" Nothing doing, of course. I made my way south down Main Street (the opposite direction than I wanted) and felt a slight sense of panic. I called Mom and said "HALP!" and she suggested calling. I dialed the number on the packet I was given, and got the DUP museum answering machine "The museum is now closed." Yeah, thanks. My next attempt was a friend who was lending help to this whole experience, and while she searched for a number, I found a cop and he said "600 W to North Temple." Phew! I made it to the Conference Center by the time the girl found a phone number.
I was only about 5 minutes late for the interview, and explained my situation, but still felt it was a bad impression to be late. The interview went fairly well, I felt reasonably relaxed and did my best to give intelligent answers to their questions "Are you currently reading a book?" "Yes, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" (I think I got odd looks from that answer) "Why offer another New Testament translation to all that already exist?" "To offer a broad perspective on all the meanings and nuances of the words" "If you could pick anyone to be your running mate for President of the United States, who would it be?" *pause* The first thought was "Jim". Come on, pick someone famous. . . Nothing. . . Fine, I can't sit here forever. "My friend Jim, he is unbiased and willing to discuss issues to come to the best conclusion for everyone." After they dismissed me (a very short interview) I went to the cafeteria to get some breakfast (banana and muffin). A few girls were already seated, no one familiar. I sat down and loe and behold, people talked to me! And were friendly! As one who sucks at remembering names, I promptly forgot everyone I was introduced to, but did my best to still be friendly. 9:30am we moved to the stage to run through formations and positions. We had all been distributed a number to be identified by, instead of names. Lucky number 36 baby! Filing on and off stage, standing straight, smiling. After we learned where to stand for each of the sessions of competition, we went to grab lunch ( much of it was oddly frozen) and primp for the 2pm show.
1:50pm, we meet backstage, and line up for our first walk-on. Standing just behind the curtain, it suddenly hit me. "WHAT the HECK am I doing?! I'm going to walk on stage, people staring at me. WHY am I doing this?" My mother observed that I was smiling rather big when I first the entered stage. This was due to my trying to supress an outright laughing fit. I found my place to stand and was still thinking "This is rediculous." Filing off again, we waited backstage for our groups turn to again stand on stage and answer a question. We were escorted (4 volunteer young men) from the rear, and called one by one. I walked to center stage, smile, pause, smile, pivot, turn, smile, pause, walk to microphone and smile. "I feel like an idiot" I thought. The question was "What is the Head, Heart and Hands award that you recieved in 2006, and why did you receive it?" I explained what the award was and why I received it, and left stage. Wahoo, part one complete. We once again walked on stage, stood and smiled (by this time my face was like "If you keep grinning with, you are going to look like a bigger idiot with a plastered smile", so my smile was mouth shut). The curtains closed and we left stage to dawn our evening wear.
After primping for the evening show, all of the contestants paraded from the LDS Conference Center to the Joseph Smith Jr. Memorial Bldg. No one noticed anything out of the ordinary, we were basically invisible. . . WRONG! I haven't decided how I feel about strangers taking photos of me in a formal gown. All eyes were on us, and lots of people said "What's going on?" We explained "We're in the royalty pageant for Days of '47." The dinner was excellent! Salad with candied pecans, feta on spinach and a raspberry vinagret. Spinach stuffed chicken, rice and veggies. Chocolate mousee pie (the crust was the best part). I found another girl wearing the same dress as I was, though her's was purple, mine black and I added a shrug. Returning to the Conference Center, one girl and I absorbed the magnificent sun, birds singing, sweet flowers blooming. We made a few last minute touch-ups and filed on stage for the 6pm show.
By this time I was near wearing off the shock of what exactly I was doing. We started on stage this time, and when the curtain rose, we sang the first verse of "America the Beautiful". We left stage to again file on in small groups, this time to give a 40 second speech on the theme "Catch the Vision." After being escorted on stage, standing and again called by number, I made my way to center stage, smile, pause, circle around the 'x' in front, then in back, and (smiling) sweep to the microphone. I had been thinking about what to say for a week. I had a good idea of the kinds of things I wanted to say. When I got to the microphone, I started speaking and thought it was going alright. I paused. . . and nothing else came. Great. Just great. I don't remember how it ended, I just know it was . . . yeah. I said "thank you" and walked back to my position. The next girl joined me after her speech and I said through gritted teeth "We're done!" and for some reason we both started laughing. It was effective for a larger smile at least. We left stage, waited for the rest to finish their speeches, and again filed on stage. A man came out and sang to us, a song that was something along the lines of "You are beautiful...blah blah." Again I struggled not to crack up. I was thoroughly enjoying myself throughout the day out of sheer shock and amazement that I was parading on stage. The top ten were chosen and the rest of us joined the audience to watch them answer two additional questions. I didn't know the trio royalty well, but was happy with the results.
My family was kind enough to support me and compliment me on my performance, though my speaking skills could use improvement. My neice had apparently loved all the pretty girls in sparkly dresses. A friend also came. Support meant beyond what I can say. I turned in my number and was given a large gift bag with awesome presents in it. Heck, I'll dress up and parade in a formal for a gift certificate to La Caille, The Sports Mall, a picnic blanket, lotion, jewelry, a cook-book and book by Sheri Dew.
The day was vastly different than I expected. Girls were friendly, and bonds were forged. All of us were on our own, so everyone was willing to help each other out. With a little help from Pepto-Bismal, the nerves were bearable. Though my speech was short, odd and possibley coherent, I enjoyed every moment of the day. A pageant has NEVER been in my life's plans, so all of it was new. I felt foolish, yet lucky to be there and just have a good time. All the girls are talented and confident, most friendly and good-natured. It was an excuse to buy a new dress that I am eager to have an excuse to wear again.
Whodda thunk I would enter and survive a pageant? *throws arms in the air*
Grandma says "Better luck next year."
And that just may be true.
16 April 2009
My God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all!
I’ve none but Thee in Heav’n above,
Or on this earthly ball.
What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God.
In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;
’Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon;
If Thou withdraw, ’tis night.
And heav'n and earth and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high
And speak Thy endless praise.
15 April 2009
D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "you're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a majordevelopment." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural.
Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenceto 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.
14 April 2009
13 April 2009
Not to mention the food for Easter feasts are fantastic.
My Easter basket brought an array of goodies, the most entertaining of which is a set of three razors, with tropical scented handles.
Long conversations with a good friend about everything and nothing.
Waking up to the sun after a day filled with all that (see above), walking outside to crisp, clean air, warm and a glorious sun rising.
There is little that can top a song that is well structured with a distinct and flowing melody, deep foundation, profound lyrics (though not a requirement, the song may be purely instrumental). - See also "Wayfaring Stranger", "My Journey Home", "The Road Home", "Stars and the Moon".
Lastly, but not least - Getting over a miserable illness, having much responsibility on one's shoulders but know that all will work out, and that the day is gorgeous and life is just freaking awesome.
09 April 2009
"The Lord shapes the back to fit the burden."
04 April 2009
This could be a metaphor for so many things, for love, for friendship, happy days, life experience. Which ever you relate it to, remember your shooting stars. When the sky is clouded o'er, know the heavens still shine and will be seen again.
03 April 2009
Not even a phone call, but a text away was a home teacher who jumped at the request for a blessing, and a neighbor who came within 5 minutes of notice. I am grateful for the association of worthy priesthood holders that have no need to hesitate to ponder if they are capable of being tools in the hands of the Lord.
My health was not completely renewed on the spot, but I was blessed with the energy and brain power to get through all life calls.
30 March 2009
Saturday morning came, and the Institute Singers rose for a long day of singing. Along with 300+ vocalists, we entered the LDS Conference Center and beheld the wonder of 21,000 seats. Tourists are not normally allowed onto the pulpit in front, but up we filed to the choir seats to look upon the thousands of seats that would fill to capacity the next week. The view is incredibly intimidating, but the structure is incredible. The organ behind the choir seats makes a sound that resonates through the human body, sending chills and goosebumps on the skin. Singing with more than 300 people for not only 21,000 people present, but a world-wide audience of millions, and a massive organ (organ facts are appreciated). Now that's awesome.
That afternoon, most of the Institute Singers went to record for an upcoming event for the LDS church. In the recording studio, we began to sing the music we had rehearsed for less than 3 hours for. Those in the recording booth said "Basically, you guys are too good. We need you to sound like a bunch of youth." That my friends, is awesome.
The recording session took five hours, yet at the end we were all still singing. There was talk of going to dinner and watching movies. We had a performance the next night. Spending 8 hours straight with the same people and asking them to come back for more - freaking awesome.
28 March 2009
26 March 2009
We are all acquainted with Facebook. A network of keeping in touch with people you may not otherwise have the chance. Sometimes too much information, as you get their daily, some times hourly updates on moods, activities and relationships.
Brace yourself for the next image: the most up-to-date, teenager friendly version of Pride and Prejudice.
20 March 2009
- I answered the phone at work today and was shouted at by a recording "DEAR HOMEOWNER". I hung up on them at that point.
- Sitting in a business driveway waiting to get into traffic, a boy (around 20 years of age) walks down the sidewalk in front of me, stares and waves as he passes. I ignored him.
- A small jewel fell out of it's place in a new ring of mine. It fell to the ground, and I promptly bent over to pick it up. It is no larger than the dot of an "i" on this screen. My dog came over thinking my intent was to give her attention. She stepped on it twice before I could grab it. Finding the superglue, I opened the lid and tried to squeeze a tiny portion onto the ring. Nothing came out. I squeezed the rectangular bottle using the other sides, and it came gushing out, but missed the spot where I needed it. I finally got some into the hole, and put the jewel in. The jewel stuck to my finger instead. After fighting with it for a few seconds, it went in. My fingers were covered in superglue. I walked into my bedroom, proud that I saved such a small jewel, turned the ring over and noticed three more jewels missing.
- Spring is officially here. If you will recall several events from last year concerning bugs and more bugs and more bugs. I have already found a spider in the house, and the front porch light was covered in small green flying things earlier this week. I am not looking forward to the new friendships.
03 March 2009
Ten Good Reasons Why a French Man Should Not Teach French:
10. They bring smelly cheese to class
9. They are obsessed with french food (such as wine)
8. They tell the class the most gruesome details about snail hunting (after the class has just eaten lunch)
7. They think that there is no difference between French and American punishment
6. They won't let you speak English
5. They think that they are your parents and they get to baptize you under a new french name.
4. They enjoy topless women!
3. They want to make money off the rich kids in class by taking them to France.
2. They think Americans are stupid.
1. They are just plain stuck up.
Of course, I lacked tact and wit, but I was 100% honest.
02 March 2009
Proclaimed to man that "Last and First"
Had ris'n again
And conquered pain.
This morn renews for us that day
When Jesus cast the bonds away,
Took living breath
And conquered death.
Thus we in gratitude recall
And give our love and pledge our all,
Shed grateful tear
And conquer fear.
*Text: Marion D Hanks, Music: Robert Cundick.
28 February 2009
We see Him come and know Him ours
who with His sunshine and His
showers turns all the patient
ground to flowers. Turns all the
patient ground to flowers.
The darling of the world is come
and fit it is we find a room to
welcome Him. To welcome Him.
The noble part of all the house
here is the heart.
23 February 2009
22 February 2009
- Holding a highlighter to the center of your forehead.
- Laying on your bed with a pillow.
- Hitting the book against your forehead, or vice-versa.
- Throwing papers.
- Sitting next to a good friend who has stories to tell.
- Blogging about study habits.
- Sitting next to some one you find attractive.
- Listening to music videos on youtube, since you have to choose an new one every few minutes, and they might lead you to less musical, yet entertaining videos.
17 February 2009
That I left, that I lost, so long ago?
All these years I have wandered,
Oh when will I know there's a way,
There's a road that will lead me home?
After wind, after rain, When the dark is done,
As I wake from a dream in the gold of day.
Through the air there's a calling from far away.
There's a voice I can hear that will lead me home.
Rise up, follow me. Come away is the call,
With the love in your heart as the only song;
There is no such beauty as where you belong,
Rise up, follow me, I will lead you home.
-Michael Dennis Browne
16 February 2009
A few hours later, I was with a friend and we were trying to decide whether to see a movie that night. Spending a dollar seemed like so much, what if I didn't have a job next week? My last paycheck would be about $100. The phone rang and I hastily picked it up. My boss. Afraid of what she was going to say, I answered. "I talked to [Chairman] and he agreed with the 10 hours a week, and that it is nice to have you in the office while I'm in class. There are other work-studies that he is going to assess, but he is happy with your hours." A monster of relief suddenly swallowed my body.
I have a job, and I am incredibly grateful.
13 February 2009
Match #1 - "Is she musical at all?" "Yes, she plays the piano." "Sweet, I'm in."
Match #2- "His name is _____." "Oh, I know him" "Is he acceptable?" "We've talked a few times and I've thought he was cute ever since I met him."
12 February 2009
When everything is beautiful.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
The sky knows when its time to snow,
Don’t need to teach a seed to grow.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Life is like a gift they say
Wrapped up for you everyday;
Open up and find a way
To give some of your own.
Isn’t it remarkable?
Like every time a rain drop falls,
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Birds in winter have their fling
But always make it home by spring.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
When you wake up everyday
Please don’t throw your dreams away;
Hold them close to your heart
Cause we’re all a part
Of the ordinary miracle.
It seems so exceptional
That things just work out after all.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
Sun comes up and shines so bright
And disappears again at night.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.
"Ordinary Miracle" by Sarah Mclachlan
11 February 2009
A photo can in no way capture the beauty of these flowers.
One year ago, I joined Theta.
I really have no words to describe the feelings and thoughts that are in my heart, but love for the Lord and His mortal angels.
It's not about enduring, it's about making yourself happy. It's not about forcing your thoughts to be happy, but doing those things that make you happy. It's not about doing those things that make you happy right now, but choosing to live happily for eternity, starting ... now.
10 February 2009
03 February 2009
02 February 2009
Only in choir.
*note: the basses were standing behind the altos. one could almost feel them sing...
31 January 2009
During a shake rush, one may once or twice miss a step while creating the ice creamy goodness. I believe it was a raspberry shake in creation. I grabbed the cup, put on the collar, filled it with ice cream then raspberries and began mixing. I glanced beside me and noticed I had failed to put the ice cream lever back into the inactive position. A nice pile of vanilla ice cream was staking itself on the tray and tipping onto the floor. Shocked and wanting to shut it off quickly, I let go of the shake I was mixing. BAD mistake. The mixer was still rotating and the cup exploded. The next few moments are a blur. Somehow I managed to scream, shut off the machine and the mixer. A co-worker poked his head in and asked what happened. He grinned when I related the story. Needless to say I had a mess of ice cream, and yes, it was all over my front.
28 January 2009
27 January 2009
- My cars name is Neville. Not for Mr. Longbottom, I just like the name. And it suits him.
- I've had stitches at least 3 times. Knee - when I was about 4 I slipped on the street while trying to run and push an orange shopping cart. Chin/Under lip - I hit the metal tunnel that covers the top of a slide. It was a race up the stairs, down the slide... In my gums - Wisdom Teeth removal (explains a lot)
- I avoid PC's.
- My iPod's name is Edan. My Mac's name is Ethne.
- I have three dream vacations: Nauvoo and church history tour, Disney World, Scotland.
- A friend and I were accused of being married or siblings by several different people, all within about a month, simply because we both have red hair.
- I am the only red head in my immediate family.
- Of the 4 siblings, I am the youngest and the tallest.
- Sometimes a song will come up on my iPod that I've never heard before.
- Remember dancing and singing to your favorite songs when you were little? I still do. A friend and I like to take parts from Wicked and act them out.
- I LOVE cake and ice cream. I'll eat them almost at anytime, even after a big meal when I feel stuffed.
- The University of Utah was the last school on my list when I was in High School. I was headed for UVSC, and even had an appointment with the academic adviser, but when it came to calling her for the second time, I couldn't do it. Luckily my sister told me I should apply to the U just in case. Good thing too.
- My sister told me I drove too slow in the summer and too fast when the roads were slick.
- Making ice cream cones with a soft-serve machine is one of my talents. After working at Shivers for 4+ years, people would call them a work of art. But when it comes to Large Dip Cones, I drop it. Every. Single. Time.
- Before declaring a Classics Major, I went through 7 other choices, though I can't remember them all. Film Studies, Mass Comm, History Teaching, English/Creative Writing, Choral Conducting....
- Anything small and shiny can keep me entertained for hours.
- Before Fall 2008, I couldn't care less about Ute Football. Now I own a stadium seat.
- Male singing voices (when singing well) melt my heart.
- I felt ashamed of wetting the bed once when I was in High School, but I was recently at a party where people were discussing wetting their pants. One girl said "I was in 4th grade". The next said "Try 7th grade", the next "I was in 10th". One boy raised his hand and said "I was on my mission."
- People think it's funny to say "It's all Greek to me" when they find out I know Ancient Greek. It's Greek to me too you know.
- I have a small portfolio of films I have made, and an extra script that was never produced. The script calls for a young couple to kiss, and in High School I couldn't find any one willing to kiss on film.
- Spring of 2005 was my first semester in a choir. Since Fall 2006 I have been in an Institute choir for 8 consecutive semesters.