Feats....

-Like warming up to the color of puke green paint,
-Finishing unpacking,
-Putting stuff up on the walls after finishing packing,
-Resisting the urge to eat seven more pieces of pizza for lunch,
-Realizing that I've changed a lot since last year, just by walking through CHS and sitting through the Madrigals practice,
-Crossing things off a to-do list,
-Figuring out space (or the lack thereof) problems,
-Getting ready (Haha, what a joke.)
-Actually meeting my goal of not speeding. (This one's kinda a big deal for me. :p)

I feel like my feat list is kind of small, but a list nonetheless! (Woah, that's really a word? Sweet!)


Moving back has already been an interesting experience. Saying goodbye was so hard! I got really attached to cute Sanpete county, Turkey and Dairy stinky-ness and all! I finished cleaning, and hung out with the neighbor boys and my roommates for a while.

Right before driving away. 

Thursday morning, we had brunch together with Jayson and Steven. :p 

(Sorry for the awful quality. It's a phone picture. I need a camera, stat!) Jayson and I got bored so what better way to get past that, then climbing in the top of closets?

 Then the manager came and did the cleaning check, Tyler insisted on saying goodbye, and Tori cried when she hugged me. Which of course made me cry. So I was already feeling teary when I said goodbye to my sweet friend, Afton, at the nursing home.

Afton teaching Tyler how to crochet. (It seems like this was FOREVER ago!)

She's the story telling 97 year old, who I absolutely LOVE! Sadly, she was in the middle of bingo, so the goodbye was a short, impersonal one. (You know how bingo is. :p)

It's a little bitter-sweet, because I was very ready to move onto a new chapter, but I miss a lot of things now.
I definitely miss living ten minutes away from this:

St. George isn't too far away, but it's not like I can go for venting drives and sit outside of that temple on a regular basis. The Manti temple has a special place in my heart now. :)

So, now that I got back from the Piute girl's apartment (visiting got carried away. This staying out late thing is going to change. Partially because I'm going to lose brain cells, mostly because I'm back to house rules. :p) and I'm finally posting this... it's kind of telling you it's Saturday. But I meant it yesterday. 

Later 'today' I'm going to visit Piute with Lyv, Tabby and a few other girls for a little photography excursion. (Lyv's aunt does photography so she's swinging a really good deal and we thought it'd be fun to do a random shoot.) I have no clue what I'm going to wear, and at this rate I'm going to look like a zombie. A chubby, leper-zombie. Cute, right? So I'm going to go to bed now. Right after scriptures. (Any thoughts on forming good habits easier? I guess since it's the right thing to do, it's not going to be easy though. Ha. I need to stop slacking!)

Goodnight!

(P.S, Stars delight! It was Grandma Marilyn's birthday, and I'm going to post about that later. Cross my heart!)

One more day...

And this is EXACTLY how I feel about it all. I'm ready to drop dead for a few hours of napping!
Alas, I have one more final that I will now study for. (By now I mean after this post. Mom, don't worry. I actually get lots done. All because I take blogger breaks to clear my brain and prep it for the next task at hand. ;) Love ya.)
This morning I got off of my bare mattress and threw off the one measly quilt I left unpacked. Next time I move out of somewhere maybe I'll think about what to pack early and what to procrastinate on. :p

I went and took my Chemistry final, and I even made it on time despite my waking up late. Yes, you can be proud of me if you want. :p
Then I came back and started cleaning again, and although I'll be the first to admit I've got a lot of things to work on based on mistakes from this year, I did do one thing right. That would be jumping the gun on the cleaning and packing stuff. Instead of doing one huge day of packing and cleaning I spread it out and so guess who has time for a small nap? Yes that would be moi. (Thank goodness.)

Also, my Wednesday wonderful...(go easy on me. I was trying to imitate the Friday favorite and thankful Thursday things.) is that Sami's mom came to help us clean. That woman is a cleaning machine beyond all reason! She works miracles, basically our apartment never has been, and probably never will be this clean ever ever again! Now if it can just stay this way until my check out tomorrow at 12:30. :)

I went to check the mail one last time, and guess what was in there??? A letter from Cherene my Aunt. Isn't that the best way to end your mail checking escapades? Thanks E :) I got to eat lunch today from the bday card gift! Love you!

And now because I feel like my blogs ramble on forever and aren't catchy or exciting or anything... I'm gonna take a nap and study my brains out.

Bye Ephraim... this is probably my last post here. :( (I'm getting all sentimental about this! Gah!)

Q: What happens when your roommate takes you to Wal-Mart so you take a break from packing and cleaning?

A:

First we had to bleach the pieces... the blonde is SO weird. So so weird.

The face says it all. I'm a little unsure about this. But basically at this point, there's no turning back.

.

You turn your hairs purple. And theirs!:

So. Today I made pretty ok progress... I packed up a ton more stuff and carried it out to my car, but then BJ...

came to visit. So we visited. And dyed hair. And I still need to finish cleaning, and studying and such.

I think I'm re-dying the purple so it's more purple than pink.

P.S remember the guy who texted about taking me for fries that I was crushin on? He just called. Why do I have to have hair dye in still?? (He did say he'll call me tomorrow though. :) Woo woo. Free fries!)
And now... back to cleaning. :(

THREE MORE DAYS!!!

The best therapy:

-Running away to stay with Maycee Moo,
-Watching dancy/singy movies and imitating the moves through the house,
-Making weird layered homemade pizza,
-Mud masks ("How long have you had those on?" "Oh, like an hour." "Aren't you supposed to only have them on for..." "Ten minutes? Yes." :p)
-"Summertime" playlists and more spaz dancing,
-White cars with faces suddenly appearing in windows,
-Creepers creeping at gas stations going NUTS over some sort of dog drama. (They were hulking men and so I may have imagined them freaking out over small dog drama. It's funnier to picture their carrying on about a toy poodle or something. :p
-Having dreams that have a narrator. (Seriously, there's something wrong with me and my dreams.)
-Giggling. Lots.
-Getting ready to go to Sand Hollow because it's HIGH 70's people!!! (I nearly died of excitement. Truly. :) )
-Eating a breakfast of champions that consisted of a couple granola bars, some goldfish crackers and an otter pop. We're health gurus around here. ;)
-Waking up to a text from a WAY cute guy that I sort of had a gigantic crush on last semester before I started dating Tyler. He asked me on a french fry date (ok so he didn't say the word date but I'm desperate and I slap that tag on anything remotely close to a date. Delusional? Maybe. But it makes me feel better about myself. :p) for today, but alas. I'm here in Cedar 'remembering' how much I like being single. (And by remembering I mean convincing. It's starting to work though... kinda. :p)


I'm so sad that my camera's broken because those would've been some  CRAZY pictures. Maycee took some so maybe I can steal some from her. :) But until then, I'm gonna go and shave so I don't scar people at Sand Hollow. :D
(77 DEGREES BABY!!!! I'M SO EXCITED, AND I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT... ok enough of the lyric quoting.Jus qu'alors!

Easter!

Just so you all are aware, this has the potential to be a run-on post. 

Now you've been warned. :)

I found this beautiful video clip about five seconds ago, and so even though the title says Easter, I'm showing you this first. :)

I don't know about you, but that really touched me. I love moments like this when I realize the youth of the church are strong and so exemplary like Spencer. He's a deacon, and he's already making huge differences! I love it! :)

On to Easter,

Today in my "Miracle of Forgiveness" Institute class, we watched an old video clip about a boy who's father dies, and what he learns about the resurrection. I found it very appropriate for two reasons: first of all it fit the atonement aspect of the class because the atonement plays such a huge role in any kind of pain. I truly know that Christ's sacrifice was for more than just the pains of sin, it was for every sorrow or grief in our life. Second of all, talking about the hope of resurrection before Easter is so fitting! 

I thought a lot about my Savior today, and of how grateful I am for each blessing in my life that has meaning because of his sacrifice. Without the atonement and resurrection, life would have no hope or significance. I'm so overwhelmed with feelings of love for a Heavenly Father who loved each of us enough to send His son, and for a brother who was willing to be the perfect example and feel everything that I'll ever experience, so he'd know how to 'succor' me. (Succor means, 'run to'. His arms are always open to us, we're the runners. :) Refer back to this post for my favorite Christ analogy.) I've thought a lot about one part of his sacrifice in particular, and that is when Heavenly Father's presence withdrew from Christ. (Matthew 27:46) That has really touched me today, because I'm a drama queen and have been known to feel like I'm totally alone sometimes, but even then I'm not alone because Heavenly Father is still there, and Christ is still there; and they love me. 

I'm excited for this Easter weekend, and for the added awareness of the Savior I have in thinking of Easter. I know because he died and lives again, so can we. Isn't that the most wonderful news you've heard today? :)

Friday Favorites:

(Even though it's Monday. :) )

• Cucumbers!                                              (I went to Walmart for the boring necessities like toilet paper and shampoo and soap, and I couldn't even contain myself!! I had to get a cucumber. I was craving one! And in case you wondered, it tastes incredible. Like summertime and clean.)
• Norah Jones (and basically everything else on her pandora channel!) I wish I could sing like her. She seems so old fashioned sounding... picture listening to her on a record player in a dress and pearls while crocheting in the parlor. (Or something like that. :) 
• Rain. (It's been at it all day! I love it. I giggled thinking about how backwards I am. Yesterday it was nice and warm and sunny, but I was all glum and pessimistic. Today it's drizzly and grey and I've turned into a giddy school girl!) (Also, I may have been seriously considering "galloping off to a wooded glen" and dancing interpretively in the rain to Vampire Weekend. And unpacking my umbrella so I could twirl around outside with it. :p)
• Clouds!                                                 They just look so soft and pretty! Even stormy clouds- and actually those are my most favorite! I'll take steel colored clouds over white fluff any day! (For some reason clouds make me think of Circleville, or the range when we go on cattle drives.)
• Playing the piano.                                                              (I remember one time my dad came in and asked me what was wrong, I was confused because I hadn't said anything about having a bad day. I thought I had been acting really nice actually. :p So when I asked why he was asking, he said because I always play the piano when I'm upset. And he's right, I've noticed especially this year. If I'm really flustered I find a piano. Discovering the piano lab has been magnificent!)
• I also love sitting in the wingback chairs at the library, either in the little window alcove or in front of the fire place. I love just feeling... cliche, really, because cozying up in a library seems rather cliche. 

However, I'm off. I can't even sit still anymore, I've gotta go run around in the rain! (Slash find a piano! :) )

Happy Monday! (Have a great Family Home Evening. :) 

Get. Me. Out.*

Self explanatory, really.

12 days, people!





(Wow. It's been an hour since I started this post.) (And it's getting to the point where I'm seriously considering taking a shower just for something to do. Angie, I might break down and learn some HSM dances!)


*I know, I know. This is the worst post ever.
Sorry about that.

Here's a picture or two to make this post less awful.

Basically I just liked this one.

This one is because I'm in love with Calvin and Hobbes

(I need a Hobbes)

:) 

An attitude of Gratitude,

Don't assume this means I'm feeling grateful. (Except for it's plausible that I'm starting to.) 

I've got a confession:  a statement: 

Here's what it is.

I've been feeling grumpy and frustrated and empty. And that's why I'm posting this video- I came back from the adult session of Stake Conference feeling great, and it's hard to keep up feelings of that greatness. Especially when there's bass blasting from the clubhouse next to your apartment, and you've got tons of cleaning to do, and a stack of boxes in your room because there's only two weeks left of school. 

So I decided to check out www.lds.org, and that's where I found this video. 

It reminded me of a million little things I've been secretly grateful for the past few days. 

Especially Friday and today, being outside so much. I got to help my family haul cows and  their calves to Hatch. Friday night my dad and I drove over Cedar mountain, and there was just enough light that the horizon and trees were silky silhouettes, the snow was glowy, and the melted run off reflected the pink sunset. Doesn't that sound incredible? That's because it was! It made me grateful to live where I do, surrounded by so much beauty.

Today, we walked through one of the pastures, moving the cattle into some corrals. I swear, you could smell the sunshine mixed in with the sagebrush. It looked pretty outside, it felt pretty outside, it even smelled pretty! I'm grateful for our bodies that allow us to experience all of those senses, aren't you? I never really thought about it that way before today. 

Watching the cute baby animals running around made me grateful for creation, and our ability to become parents (someday). :) Birth and life is so insanely miraculous, and it never ceases to totally baffle my mind when I think about it. God is a genius! Scientifically (not that I actually am, or know, or understand anything scientific...) it's so intricate, and it's so... astounding! (I just ramble lots when I talk about my marvels of birth so I'll just spare you. Just know I know it's a gift from our Heavenly Father, and I think it's absolutely wonderful!)

I'm grateful for spring, and green and flowers! I noticed on my drive back to Ephraim that the fields were like patchwork quilts again! So many different shades, most were green, but my favorites were the ones covered in little purple flowers. (Probably weeds. I've always loved pretty weeds. :p) (It's funny how even weeds can be beautiful if you want them to be.)

And tonight I'm grateful for Saturday sessions, and early mornings. I swear that's when the spiritual overloads happen. (Especially when you sit alone and feel awkward because you don't really have anyone to go with.) There were so many insights and words of advice that seemed personalized to me, down to the songs chosen to sing. (Blessings, blessings, blessings!)

So. The moral of my spiel is that even though I feel mean and grumpy and glass half empty-ish, I am grateful for lots of good things. (Maybe even some of the 'bad things'. Maybe I'll be better at being grateful for them in hindsight.)

Delusions of Grandeur

This is a story about a girl who watched the movie, Eat, Pray, Love. And cried. (In a good way, I think.)

Warning: the following critique may contain spoilers.

Just throwing that out there. 

Now, I realize that it's completely irrational for her to drop everything and move to Italy, India and Bali... but it seemed pretty alluring to me. 

Most of all, the idea of being able to find yourself as an individual is great. Truly, it's genius. When Liz is telling her friend about her plan to travel she says she's constantly either been in a relationship or getting out of one since she was fifteen. Which is semi how I feel. Why is it that women feel they need a significant other to be considered valuable? It's kind of ridiculous, really. 

Aside from all my dramatically emotional attachments and parallels, there were at least a million incredible quotes. Like...

 "I remember an old catholic joke about a man who spent his whole life going to a church every day and prayed to the statue of a great saint begging "please, please, please, let me win the lottery" Finally the exasperated statue comes to life and looks down at the begging man and says "my son, please, please, please, buy a ticket." So now I get the joke, and I bought three tickets."

"You're wishin' too much baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your back bone ought to be."

“Groceries, you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same you select what clothes you’re gonna wear every day, this is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind … Because if you can’t learn to master your thinking, you’re in deep trouble forever.”  

"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."

"There’s a crack (or cracks) in everyone…that’s how the light of God gets in."

"You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight."

"Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing..." 

See? So good! I rather quite enjoyed it. I think I recommend it. But beware there is a bare bum scene.

Also, I went on an adventure today!!

Hazel Nut Hot chocolate from Starbucks,

Wandering in a used book store on old main, (In Cedar)

And purchasing cute tiny (I know, this one's not tiny) coke glasses and some Dr. P for the Phantom of the Opera party!

Erin, 'mein seester', is a fun buddy to hang out with! I wanted to go to some random, kinda nice looking apartment complex and pretend like I was looking for housing to see if I could walk through some. I love looking at houses. Slash apartments. Isn't it just fun? I guess that'll have to wait until another day. :)

And now I'll leave you with two thoughts:

A- in Phantom of the Opera, Roul is just really random during the dramatic love triangle scene. His song is a "one of these things is not like the other" moment. It just doesn't blend. I personally think he just felt jaded and left out so he had to make up his own song in the middle of Erik and Christine's. What a silly man.

B- Church Music is fantastic. I played the piano earlier, and there's a song called "He knows me", that I might be sort of obsessed with. I'm working on finding it, and when I do I'll post it. But, my point is, music is so powerful. It carries so much of the spirit- or I guess there's the other hand where it can chase the spirit away- and church music is always so sweet. Unlike other music that's just an emotional band-aid, this is like... I don't know, neosporin. (However you spell that.)

I'm rambling now. I should probably proof read/edit this post, but it's 11:30 which= past my bedtime.

(Sleep sounds more fun anyway. :) Have a fantastic Friday!)

  

  

If only if only

the woodpecker cries...
I'm not sure why, but that's how it goes.

I haven't blogged for a while, and I'll be honest: it's driving me nuts! But there's not much to blog about. I already whined all my internet-worthy (last pre in the elderly) teenage angst.
I haven't cooked too much lately- and definitely not anything blog worthy.
School is school- stressful and counting down til finals, and then until move out day.
(I'll be honest I'm kinda really ready to get out of here. But at the same time I'm kinda sad too. With a side of nostalgic sentimentality. Yeah. That good.)
I'm starting to pack up stuff and shoving it in my truck. Weird, right? There's no way it's been a whole school year already, right? It's odd.
This is an incredibly boring blog post. I'm sorry, haha, I'll just go back to figuring out what to get my friend for her bridal shower, and maybe actually do my hair today. That'd be a good plan I think.
And just because posts are super boring without pictures:

Springtime and flowers and bees, come soon. (I'll even be ok with tolerating flies! Just warm up, Earth!)

p.s, I realize you all have much more of a life than I do, but BLOG people!! I miss reading your blogs! Goodness. :p

Thank Goodness.

For tiny 'menial' blessings like finding your temple recommend five seconds before you need to leave,
for getting to go to the Temple so often (I'm going to miss living 10 minutes away!)
for cute temple workers who always have nice things to say,
for people who are still friends,
for cute new friends and an AWESOME girls night! (Last night I went to a girl from choir's apartment, and the apartment from next door came and we made coffee cake and pumpkin pie cake and watched tangled and curled hair and giggled and talked til 1! Ew. Ew ew ew. One girl finished a drink from Maverik, and discovered there had been a dead spider in her soda. EW! Legs on the side of the cup, and little baby spider floaties cured her of her Dr. P addiction really fast. Haha, it was soo gross.)
for rain.
For scriptures,
for sweat pants,
for left-overs
for modern medicine,
for smiles,
for prayer,
for Disney,
for already made beds,
for quiet,
for rain (oh wait...) :p
for family!

I miss those people kind of a lot. :)

(P.S remember those peanut butter cookies? They're better a few days later. Much, much, much better. :) Yum!)

Oh! Pop goes the weasel.

(Title quote, courtesy of Karlee as we watch Mulan. Oh Disney... How I love you and your nonsense and triumphant music and funny references.)

Welp folks... that's a cuter version of what I've been doing all day.

And I'm not even giving you the option "do you wanna know why?" because I'm quite determined to tell you.

First of all... I almost missed my lab to go to Nephi with Tori. (face slap) Just kidding Tor, I have to go to lab at 1:30. Which means I so totally just lied when I said I didn't have anything going on. Blame my memory. (Or lack thereof.)

Intstitute was good, we talked about Hell and suffering for the first half of class. (There may have been some sarcasm in that last sentence.) And then I went to lab, and we made soap.

For the record, the warnings that you shouldn't spill sodium hydroxide on your skin were correct.

And when you mix that stuff with water, there's a chemical reaction that makes it heat up. Without external sources of heat. (Um, ladies and gents... do you realize what you're going to use the soap with?? Water. Water that caused an initial chemical reaction of  SELF BOILING WATER. There's something wrong with this picture.) 

After lab I was starving so in my attempt to make Mac and Cheese (which I was craving, but usually I don't even like,) I spilled water everywhere, forgot to stir and therefore watched it boil over, and accidentally started a paper towel on fire. 

Oh goodness. 

Now we're watching Disney movies, because as you all know Disney is a fantastic emotional bandaid.

Just sayin.

Sorry this is a boring post.

Austa la vista baby! (I probably spelled that wrong. Sorry again. :p)

I was feeling mean and grumpy yesterday so I didn't post.
Just in case you wanted an explanation because I've been semi addicted/obsessed with blogging these days.

This morning if we're being honest I feel pretty similar to yesterday. Except for add stressed to the cauldron. Yeah, let those simmer for a while, it's a good mix. Potent, really.

Today is (drum roll please) cleaning checks! Woohoo! Clean apartments are my favorite... getting them to that point? We won't talk about that. :p
So I started cleaning and thinking and thinking and cleaning. Tyler had suggested Monday(?) night that I should go talk to Bishop Olsen about all my flustered feelings from the break up and being stressed about school. I thought that seemed odd, and semi Pansie-ish. But I happen to be a proud Penelope sometimes, so I was considering it last night, and just when I was thinking, "Yeah, ok fine. I'll call and get an appointment. Maybe he can give me a blessing or something." Matthew Bingham sent a text asking if I could meet with the Bishop at 7:30. Thank Heavens for annual Birthday interviews and for non-coincidental timing. (I thought it was kind of a neat little 'tender mercy'. :) I like when I recognize those. It makes my mean, grumpy, stressed self feel a little more humbled.)

Also, yesterday Tyler took me to the chiropractor. (Late birthday gift that he says he's been meaning to do since we started dating. Maybe I've looked like Quazzy Modo since October. Maybe that explains a lot. :p)
A- Holy intelligence. I'm here to tell you the human body is one confusing puzzle to learn about and memorize muscles and bone structure, and that guy knew exactly where everything was and how it connected and works and... thats. Probably why he's a chiropractor. Huh, go figure.
B- I always feel awkward at doctor type settings. I truly do not love going. But I am grateful for modern medicine/practice. After hearing all sorts of concerning popping madness, I felt A-MA-ZING! I could breathe!! I didn't even know that I couldn't breathe until suddenly, I could!
On the cloudy side... (I know. I'm an awful pessimist.) I sort of feel like a train clobbered me now.
...That could probably be partially blamed on the stinkin' Denny's run we did last night though.
Delicious food? Oh yeah.
Worth it? Probably not.

Oh Shannon. Will you please learn something?
That's all. Thanks.




Oh wait!!! Did you love my mustache background? It's dedicated to "Mein Seester Marty".
(I'm having blogger-background-blues. Formally known as BBB. Which is really fun because then everyone sounds like they have a stutter. Enjoy that one! Happy Wednesday.)

______ fills the cracks of my heart.

I miss my camera.

Yup. It's peanut butter, and those cookies last night were kinda fantastic. I'm just saying. Failed a test? Make some pb cookies. Feeling strung along in your love life? Make some pb cookies! Stressed over to-do lists? (Wanna guess what you should do?)
The only problem is if you make them, you know exactly why they're kinda fantastic. And so do your hips, and your bum. (Warning, these may make your abs retract into a serious witness protection program, and who knows when you'll see them again.) (I still think they're worth it. Just take the extras to a neighbor and share the love so you don't devour all of it on your own. ;) )


P.S this is all copied off of  www.ourbestbites.com. Even the witty warning. I wish I could claim it. :p
But truly. Just this once, fix the cracks of your heart with these! (Even if they're just tiny fissures. It counts.)
Warning: these cookies have magical powers that compel you to force them into your mouth uncontrollably.  

Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookies

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1 C butter flavored Crisco

1 C creamy peanut butter 

1 C sugar

1 C packed brown sugar

1 t vanilla

3 eggs

3 C flour

2 t baking soda

1/2 t salt

Additional white sugar for rolling

filling: 

1 C creamy peanut butter

1/2 C  real butter, softened

4 C powdered sugar

2 t vanilla

3-4 Tbs milk

Cookies

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Cream shortening, peanut butter, and sugars together until light and fluffy, 1-2 minutes. Add in vanilla, and eggs one at a time. In a separate bowl whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt and add to dough. Mix to combine. The dough will be very soft- that’s normal!

Roll dough into 1/2 inch (or a little larger) balls, roll in sugar, place on ungreased cookie sheet and do the little forky criss-cross thing.

Bake for 6-8 minutes, or until puffed and set, but not browned.  Remove from oven, let cool on baking sheet for 2-3 minutes and then transfer to cooling rack. 

Filling: Beat peanut butter, butter, sugar, and vanilla together until smooth, if needed, add milk until desired consistency is reached.  When cookies are completely cooled, spread a layer of frosting on one side and sandwich together.

yield: about 4 dozen sandwiches 

Hint- it helps to smear peanut butter on your friends face when you're making these, and if you don't have an electrical mixer you're gonna be sore in the morning. Trust me.

Also while we're on the food tangent, I so ate tuna today. (Refer back to the green bean post, and you've got my vent down.) I'm not entirely sure why I'm going all 'adult' in my eating habits... maybe it's because I'm on the last pre before I'm elderly, maybe it's because I have lots of cans of tuna that I should just man up and eat, or maybe (and I'm leaning toward this one) it's because I'm feeling really (not so pleasantly) plump and tuna is healthier than a pb&j (considering I cleaned out half a jar of pb last night. And then I made the cookies. ;p ) 

Goal of the week? Listen to the rational, really good points of this article. (You should know I feel slightly ridiculous linking to something with the word "zen" in it. I'm not really into that stuff. I feel like it's a little past my conservative views, but of all the rotten luck it sounded pretty reasonable. Hence it's debut onto my blog.)

Unrealistic, nonsense goal: My friend told me he could picture me writing children's literature. I hereby pretend to make the goal of writing three children's books before summer. (Summer is when I'll pretend to make the goal of being Picasso enough to illustrate my literature.) :p

Today is Monday, today my hair is flat, and today I'm determined to get a lot done and feel good about life. Here's to making a good Monday!