Monday, April 30, 2012


I just spent an hour on the weird side of youtube.

You know, you click on a video of a celebrity you're vaguely interested in and all of a sudden you're watching video after video of women eating couch cushions and toilet paper and 13-year-old prostitutes who want babies.

I should have been doing the dishes.
I should have been writing my calligraphy reflection. (the essay where I get to tell my teacher that her calligraphic arts guild is a group of mindless drones that think they know what is and isn't art)
I should have been writing both of my signature assignments for my psych class.
One about a psychology study I am interested in,
and another about the AA meeting I was supposed to go to.
I should have been finishing Annalyn's Reception photos and burning them to a disc so I could mail them to her.
I should have been lettering my sheep book for calligraphy so I can get it ready to sew tomorrow.

didn't do any of that.

still not doing any of that.

I went to a really awesome knitting workshop this weekend. I learned about basic pattern drafting, celtic cables, and mosaic knitting.

I am dying to knit up another pillow for the couch.

I'm also dying to watch some more How I Met Your Mother.

I'm on season 4.

I found my old blog last night.

I am hilarious.

Or, I was, I guess.

My new favorite song is Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. and I'm really possessive about it.

I played with Xander yesterday. We played with chalk and stuff.
That is all.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Pinterest Live

Here are some funny happenstances I saw on Pinterest.

CHAPTER 1: The Queen Bee Market
Ask me if I like people?
Correct. That depends.
I probably like you. I probably like a lot of people. However, last Friday I couldn't even say that much.
Mom, Bren, McCall and I went to Thanksgiving Point for this craft fair. We were pretty excited to see all these fun craft booths and find something neat to take home.
And then we got there.
This story takes a turn for the terrible.
I had flashbacks from the Owl City concert I went to back when I could trick myself into going out in public.
This show was almost identical to that except for one minor thing.
Take out "annoying teenage girl" and put in, "trendy mom blogger"
The place was packed!!

When I first typed up this post I had a lot of really mean things to say... Like,

"They had some really really really cute headbands I wanted to STRANGLE MYSELF WITH."

But I gave myself a week to let it simmer down. Lately I've been realizing that I'm really quite a negative person. I'm fairly judgemental and just.. mean. I don't mean to be, its just habit at this point. Taylor and I both. We talk about our frustrations with people we come in contact with and we discuss why people do the things they do and.. I've come to realize that its so catty and so degrading that I can't help but notice how its actually affecting us. We get frustrated more often, and lazy, and we don't give as much service as we should..

What happened?

I decided that it all comes down to saying up too late at night.
If we didn't stay up so late we wouldn't wake up tired in the morning.
If we didn't wake up tired in the morning we wouldn't be so grouchy during the day.
If we weren't so grouchy during the day, we'd be thinking less of ourselves and more about the people that surround us.
If we thought more about the people around us, we'd notice that maybe we don't have it so bad.
We could have it a lot worse, and there's a TON we could do to help out.

The other day at Walmart I was about to pull into a spot when I saw a cart in my way. I backed up a little and took the spot next to that one. My first thought was,
"Seriously? Could society BE any LAZIER?? I mean how hard is it to put the cart in the cart corral. Is your life really that important?"
I got out of the car and thought,
"Maybe it was a young mom with a brand new baby who was crying his eyes out and just wanted to go home."
"Maybe it was middle-aged man with a newly-fractured femur trying to provide for his family and didn't think he could make it across the parking lot in his awkward crutches..."
As I grabbed my things, shut the door and started walking I saw a car come down the lane anticipating the spot. I snagged the cart as I walked past and pulled it along with me til it was out of everyone's way. I continued walking toward the Walmart thinking of how they might have felt.
"Well, that was nice! That girl moved that cart so we could park here." or even just a silent "Thank you!"
I didn't look back, or wait up, I just continued on with my day knowing that I had made someone else's a little easier.

Here's some videos of lambs at Thanksgiving Point. Really the best part of the trip. Spending time with my mom and sister. I miss my family.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Cinnamon White Chocolate Oatmeal!

My breakfast fave!
Mostly because I can pretend its healthy and still enjoy it!

Here ya go.

Cinnamon White Chocolate Oatmeal
1/4 cup Old Fashioned Oats
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon sugar (4 parts sugar to 1 part cinnamon. Like exactly what you put on cinnamon toast)
3 Tablespoons milk
3 vanilla-flavored Wilton's white candy melts

Measure 1/4 cup oats into a microwave safe bowl.

Add 1/2 tsp cinnamon sugar

Add 3 Tbsp milk and microwave for 1 minute, stirring once at 30 seconds. This leaves the oatmeal a little bit grainy. I love it this way, but if you prefer your oatmeal mushier, you can obliterate it to death in the microwave for another minute.

Take out of microwave and add three candy melts. Stir stir stir til they melt. 

Then enjoy the dickens outta that stuff. SOGOOD 

And another thing? My aunt gave me her old salt and pepper shakers. Now we have two cats:)
One for powdered sugar, one for cinnamon sugar :) Could my life get any better? I submit that it cannot.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Top notes

I've sniffed you before. I genuinely enjoy smelling people. People I love, people I don't know, people. And cats (but that's another post) If I had to sacrifice one of my senses I'd have a really hard time letting my nose go. Smells trigger old memories and mark new ones. It's a technique I've refined. There's a certain span of time immediately after someone walks past you that is ideal for breathing in their smell. Sometimes it's perfume, sometimes it's shampoo, and sometimes it's weed. But everyone has a smell, and I take it all in. I do have to admit that the sweaty smoky flegmy dude behind me at Walmart last week was an incident where I timed my breathing so carefully as to not experience any bit of him. Today as I write this I'm sitting in a hallway with a moderate amount of traffic. The airflow is amazing and I can smell everything. Today is different than usual however.. Today it rained. The humidity in the air is like a tangible film that re-wets your skin and hair. It releases the scents as strong as their first application. This chick, 7 feet away from me, has wavy locks of damp hair that smells fresh and invigorating. I'm loving this.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Cinnamon Roll Cake and Tums!

A week or so ago I had an intense craving for anything sweet I could meld together from preexisting ingredients in my cupboards.
I was also simultaneously surfing Pinterest as I ravaged.

The first pin in my Yummy Tasties board was this:

And off I went.

I'm a notorious recipe halver. I half the brains out of recipes. I half them so hard you can't even recognize 'em when I'm finished with them.

Partly because I hate to use up my expensive ingredients and partly because it helps me sleep at night knowing there's only 12 cookies in my belly instead of the 24 there could have been.

here's the recipe.
and yes I literally just copied and pasted it from that link up there^ and no I didn't half it for you.

3 c. flour
1/4 tsp.salt
1 c. sugar
4 tsp. baking powder
1 1/2 c. milk
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c. butter, melted

1 c. butter, softened
1 c. brown sugar
2 Tbsp. flour
1 Tbsp. cinnamon

Mix everything together except for the butter. Slowly stir in the melted butter and pour into a greased 9x13 pan. For the topping, mix all the ingredients together until well combined. Drop evenly over the batter and swirl with a knife. Bake at 350 for 28-32 minutes.

2 c. powdered sugar
5 Tbsp. milk
1 tsp. vanilla

While warm drizzle the glaze over the cake.

Here's how it went for me.
PS: Yes. I am a professional photographer. Could I bother to get out my decent camera? No. No, I could not. 

Step 1: Preheat oven to 350 and grease a 9x13 pan.
(or a 7x something if you're halving it.)
We don't have any PAM because up until this point we never really needed it... So instead of greasing it 
I smeared butter all over the sides and bottom with my dirty little fingers. It worked famously as a non-stick solution and also made the crust extra buttery and DELICIOUS.

Step 2: Mix everything together except for the butter.
I didn't actually take a picture of this step... so let's awkwardly move on..

Step 3: Slowly stir in the melted butter.
Awesome. Check.

Step 4: Pour batter into the pan.
Writing your name in it is optional.
This stuff tastes amazing by the way. I made sure to check so I could let you know. I just pretend there isn't raw eggs in it... and rationalize that my batter only had 1 egg so that drastically cuts down my risk of salmonella by 50%

Step 5: Make the topping by mixing everything together.
The butter can be used when soft,
or you can forget about it in the microwave like I did.

Step 6: Drop evenly over batter and swirl with a knife.
Swirling is significantly easier if you make the topping first and let it hang out while you make the batter. I noticed my batter had stiffened up quite a bit from the melted butter cooling while I goofed around.
Step 7: Bake for 28-32 minutes.
Or bake it for like 48 minutes like I had to. The toothpick trick worked well for this because it is technically a cake. Keep in mind that when you poke it, you MUST POKE PAST the gooey, puffed up cinnamon beast.

Step 8: Make the delicious glaze and drizzle all over.
After I coated the entire surface of my cake and tongue, I carefully drizzled inside each of the crevices so that the cake would absorb it and get gooey and amazing.

Step 9: Proceed to eat a third of the cake before your husband gets home from work.
Tell him you shared with Clifford in 301 who let you borrow his Wi-Fi when you first moved in.
Be sure to eat this cake with a few dozen tums. I asked Taylor if I could crush them up and sprinkle 'em on top but he said I'm the only one that eats them like candy. Maybe you'll have better luck. If you do try, don't get the Wal-Mart off brand tums. They're not as good. We feed those to our guests.

Thanks for playing!!