Tonight I went to see Julie and Julia and if you haven’t seen it, it’s about a woman who cooks her way through Julia Child’s cookbook in a year and blogs about her experiences cooking. And if you’re thinking the movie inspired me to try new things or become an amazing cook … ohh contraire. It actually bolstered my thoughts about cooking, which is … why bother. I’ve come to greatly appreciate my peanut butter and jelly. It doesn’t require me to skin any fish, sew up a duck or worry about lobsters jumping out of a boiling pot of water. My peanut butter and jelly is always faithful and never falls apart on the floor or doesn’t set up right. It’s always just right, but the movie also reminded me of an experience that happened the other night. Now granite, when cooking in the kitchen and perhaps you’re cutting vegetables on the cutting board and they roll onto the counter no one will know if you put them back on the cutting board, but there are limits to this little secret. A woman at Sonic bought her children each a vanilla ice cream cone and then turned all of her attention on her phone, while the children ran wild. The little girl dropped her ice cream cone on the ground in her untamed rant. The mother picked up the cone wiped it off with a napkin and handed it back to the girl to eat. EWWW!!! That is just wrong in so many ways, especially since they had just finished talking about how there were so many ants roaming on the ground. And people wonder why they get sick or end up with things like the swine flu.
Breaking Out the Germ-X July 13, 2009
I just got out of class and need to vent one of my many pet peeves. I was sitting so nicely in the classroom waiting for class to start and some random came and sat next to me, which is fine, he had the right to sit wherever he wanted. But I soon began to hear these horrible wheezing noises after he sat down. It sounded as if a wild bear was slowly dying and couldn’t take another breath, but since there was obviously not a bear in the classroom it had to be this stranger next to me. What in the world could be wrong with him?!? Coughing began and then he broke out the Kleenex, blowing his nose every 2 minutes. As if UCF isn’t infected with enough sick students, he had to sit next to me. There’s already been 10 cases of the H1N1 virus or what I prefer to call the swine flu (even though they stopped calling it swine flu I think it sounds so much funnier and serious than H1N1) at UCF and 2 people have already died. Technically the one girl was just visiting but she still spent enough time here to infect us all. Back to my point, if you’re sick and you just absolutely can’t miss class sit in the back, far away from people so your wheezing and sneezing doesn’t disrupt me. That’s it I’m breaking out the Germ-X.
Following Up on Prince Charming July 11, 2009
Although I realize I have failed exponentially at maintaining this thing I’m here now making up for the lost time. The summer has been like no other that’s for sure. Besides my normal lazy days sitting around in my pjs watching reruns all day, I traveled to the very far away state Iowa once more. I couldn’t wait to reach the final destination and my stomach concurred even more. I learned a lot from our little “vacation” this time if you can even call it a vacation. Our purpose and set agenda for the week didn’t always go as planned and it was no question I was being tested on my patience, which I most likely miserably failed. But as I digress, while I was there I remembered my previous entrée about Mr. Prince Charming and it occurred to me that Charming himself MUST have standards. After the week we had been experiencing I decided on these few criteria that the Prince must maintain.
1. Although the Prince does not have to be a neat freak he must maintain proper hygiene/ cleanliness -leaving a skillet full of what was once greasy food for over a week to the point where unnatural unidentifiable material begins to grow and create a bio hazard for the environment is not acceptable. Trust me I know … don’t ask and more importantly don’t open the lid!
2. The Prince must be prepared for all events of his prior knowledge –just imagine trying to move out of an apartment in an hour and not have anything packed. That just won’t do.
3. Even as the Prince ages with grace and must resort to false teeth as many do, he must always keep them stored in his mouth or in a jar stored away … never taken out on the dinner table only to stare at while chowing down on a meal … That’s gross!
4. The rules continue on forever and all standards are subject to change, be added to or improved as I wish
Now I know this list is quite short, but it most certainly does not stop there. My hands simply decided to stop typing all the requirements because its 2 in the morning and I’m extremely tired. Farewell for now …
Only Me May 22, 2009
These past couple of days has had quite the excitement and if you’ve kept up with my Facebook status you know what I mean. So starting Sunday night, it was after church and I still hadn’t eaten yet. The lovely parents took the night off from cooking and took me to Zaxby’s, which is usually a good decision, but I had no idea what would come next. The temperature inside was absolutely absurd, but after cuddling up with an old blanket from the trunk of the car that kind of solved problem #1. Our dinner was served; I grabbed my sandwich and took a bite. But then a much MUCH MUCH uninvited roach crawled out from under my sandwich. GROSS!!! Times infinite! It startled me for sure, but it was my mother’s screaming that startled everyone left in the restaurant. I obviously requested for a new sandwich, but the manager had the audacity to ask if we wanted a refund. Another bit of advice, if you ever serve someone a roach they most definitely deserve s refund. With that said I won’t be going there anytime soon. Next bit of craziness … The next night at dinner we were sitting at the table but were surprised to find out there was going to be dinner and a show due to our lovely ( and I mean that lightly) neighbors across the street. An elementary boy lives there and always manages to dig up trouble which somehow ends up with a regular visit from the cops. A cop car had been sitting outside for quite some time, but things started to get strange when a second and third squad car pulled in. But it didn’t stop there. The night ended with 8 cop cars and a canine unit in our cul-de-sac and the little boy being arrested. What a night! To add to the roach and our neighbors, I heard water dripping from somewhere. Come to find out there is water running behind our walls and our roof needs replaced. Yeah us. Last but not least … last night I was getting ready for bed and went in the bathroom to wash my face. I felt like there was something crawling in my shirt, but assumed it was just a hair that had fallen down my shirt and was tickling me because that happens all the time (girls you know what I mean). However, as I bent over to wash my face I noticed there wasn’t a hair, but a bug crawling in my bra. Frantic, especially not long after the roach incident, I ripped off my shirt desperate to get away from all the crawling critters. Good thing everyone else was already asleep. Ever since I’ve been paranoid there are things crawling all over me. O boy!
Mother’s Day May 21, 2009
I realize Mother’s Day has passed but I thought I would put up some pictures even though they are late. After church we went to the park with our picnic lunches and ate under a gazebo . . .
Advice for today May 14, 2009
Today I mowed my front yard, which is a rare occurence, and my word of advice for today is this … Keep your mouth shut while mowing or you could possibly inhale clumps of dirt (as I did). Although it might be nutritious its certainly not delicious!
Everything April April 26, 2009
I apologize for slacking on my blogging duties lately. I could make up lame excuses about how college is so crazy and how I have a pile of papers to write, not to mention the all night cramming sessions for finals next week, but that would be lying. I really haven’t even begun my studying for my finals next week and I only had one paper to write, which is already finished, so as for my excuses I have none. Honestly I’ve just been hanging out with friends relaxing and being a complete bum. Hey, but I figure I better get all the lounging I can do around here before I really have to work and be “adult-like”. So to clue you in on my latest hurrahs I finally turned 19 this past month. I went home the weekend of my birthday, did a lot of shopping, throw by best friend Sami a surprise birthday party, shopped some more and had a blast. I must say if my degree in Communication of Sciences and Disorders doesn’t work out I should definitely become a professional shopper (and if some of you are staring at the computer confused by the name of my degree it might have changed since the last time you knew … you’re not crazy). Found some great deals at 80% off and just the other day I bought a shirt from Express for $9 that was originally $40. So after coming back to Orlando I didn’t really do much but chow down on a lovely box of Easter candy my Madre sent me which I highly appreciated. I’m still trying to finish it all by the way. Then I graced my presence at 2 different end-of-the-year formals with ministry groups I attend. The word grace, however, is taken very lightly. I can get all dressed up and curl my hair, which doesn’t happen very often, but by the end of the night my shoes were taken off, I had dripped lemonade on my dress and had a hard time walking around without tripping on my dress or someone else dripping on my dress. But so far, the month of April has been splendid. I will officially be done with my first year in college after Thursday even though it hasn’t seemed like a year. Here’s some pictures to clue you in …
Milkshakes over Prince Charming March 20, 2009
So we have all herd the infamous fairy tale of prince charming riding up on a white horse, who will sweep the little maiden off her feet, fall in love and live happily ever after. We read children these stories and implement the idea that dreams do come true, but in reality seldom, if any, still believe in these odds. O but I have come to give you great news to all those still in search for mister prince charming himself. Yesterday I was walking back to my room after a long day of classes and glanced to my right after hearing a peculiar neighing noise. In the middle of the grassy area in front of my building sat a white horse mounted by the fighting Knight Knitro. Unfortunately Knitro dressed in his armor didn’t see me and dashed off in the distance. So for now I will remain a princess, not a queen yet, but there is still hope. Watch out for Knitro coming to your town.
In other news I love how the internet gives you directions to a location that doesn’t even exist. I had decided on my day off that I would deposit some money into the bank today, so I looked up directions to the closest Navy Federal and got in my car in search for the credit union. I drove to find an empty building where the bank was supposed to be. Somehow I got turned around and ended up at Full Sail, a local college, lost. There was some really strange looking people outside and didn’t figure I should get out of my car. I ended up finding another bank thanks to my mom and then treated myself to a cookies and cream milkshake from Chick-fal-a after the fiasco. Chick-fal-a has to have one of the best milkshakes ever and I could probably single handily keep them in business. But after thinking about Chick-fal-a it got me thinking about this silly video …
O the irony March 9, 2009
For the last couple of days I’ve been in the arctic Iowa for my spring break. As most people go warmer for spring break, head to the beach and chill out I’ve been doing quite a bit of different kind of chilln’ myself. Of course I was going to be cold coming from nice 80 degree Orlando weather but I never expected what happened on Sunday. We were walking out of church and I stopped dead in my tracks laughing at the irony. Of course it was snowing of all things. There laid the beautiful ice, slush and falling snow. I had to take a few pictures to document this crazy story of my life …
Retraction February 22, 2009
So I’m writing a retraction to my previous entry about my love for vintage beach bikes. This past Friday I went to my favorite park with a bunch of people I had met the night before. We started talking and discovered that the park I always go to rents bikes out for free. So a group of us rented out all the bikes they had and started biking down the trail. We rode the entire 8 mile trail and surprisingly I made it back alive, which is the good news, but the bad news is that the bikes we rented were the old beach looking bikes. Although they may be cute I don’t ever want one. It was so difficult to ride. The steering radius on those things is awful and the brakes, don’t even get me started. I can’t even remember when I had a bike with back brakes. There’s no gears on those things either. Their looks are very deceiving.
