many an adventure.

I have safely returned from The Greatest City In The World. Ya, I know people only say stuff like that in movies and on TV, but it had to come from somewhere. Now I see where. Granted, my first morning in New York didn't go as planned. My luggage handle got stuck on a turnstile leading to the subway at the exact moment a horde of people wanted to come through said turnstile. I then somehow got on/transferred to the wrong train and found myself about 18 away from where I intended. I was too frustrated and had no intention of deciphering the subway maps to ride to my destination, so I walked instead. I walked about 24 blocks, with luggage, to get to my apartment. And then I promptly left to go to a dance class. For which I had to get directions from a construction worker because "the grid system" New York runs on is a bit more complicated than the one here in Salt Lake. BUT, after my dance class, my trip brightened up considerably. Except for the cold Sunday that I thought was going to be warmer so I went outside in my dress without a coat on. Big mistake. Also, never walk so fast that you pass every male on the sidewalk. Unless you enjoy being talked to like a piece of meat. Or unless you have a really good cold stare such as Yours Truly. 

I went to the Guggenheim Museum. Super cool.  

I went to the Statue of Liberty. Twice.  

I also visited Ellis Island twice. Quite possibly one of the coolest places I have ever been. If you ever go to NYC, go to Ellis Island.  

Such a wonderful, haunting, and reverent place. Every person who visits here is put on the same playing field. It's absolutely lovely.  

The Honor Guard at the Memorial let me take a picture with them. Such fine gentlemen.  

Oh, yes. I had to.  

Yes, that's what you think it is. But it's not what you think it is in real life. The ice rink is RIDICULOUSLY small and overpriced. Plus, there are WAY too many people. 

My parting words? Go to New York! And I'll meet you there because I can't wait to go back. 

today is THE day.

You might be thinking, "Kylie, why haven't you played the most obvious song, New York, New York by Frank Sinatra?" If you didn't think that, good for you. But I saved it for last because I wanted to end on an extremely good note. Frankie and I are best buds. At least I like to think so. Here it is and I'll see you all on the other side of the country!!

1.

Ok, guys. I forgot to post yesterday. You can't succeed at everything, right? Anyway, here are two songs, one for yesterday and one for today. AND I LEAVE TOMORROW NIGHT. 

3.

Besides this being a great song, it's just a great musical. And it's going on Broadway next year!!

4.

I don't know what it is, guys, but I just love old songs. And Ella is amazing. 

5.

Today's song is appropriate in more ways than one. 

6.

Wow. Two days into it and I'm already failing. I do think this first song is good enough to make up for it, though. 

And here's the second one so I can stay caught up and so you can have more listening enjoyment. 

countdown.

I haven't posted for lack of material. In fact, I've had some nice adventures in my absence. The adult male who repeatedly picked his nose AND ATE IT was a pretty big occurrence. Surprisingly, I think I was the only one on the bus who noticed it. I gave a stranger on the bus a packet of fruit snacks because she was crying. Yes, apparently I believe that fruit snacks are a sort of therapy. At least the ones filled with "real" fruit juice (don't believe their lies!!). And lastly, I'm pretty sure I sat on a seat that someone had peed on because those smells don't lie, much like Shakira's hips. If ever you are in need of a little spicing up in your life, please, consider taking public transportation. You shall never want again. 


In other news, I leave fro New York City one week from Monday the 5th. Crazy, huh? So to celebrate the joyous occasion, I will be posting a song a day about the Big Apple herself. I know, I know. That will equate to more posts in a week than I've done in a few months, but it's just 'cause I love you guys. 


AND I'M SO EXCITED. 


We'll start off with the good ol' mascot of America..... Here you go!

just for you, MM'dear.

Long time, no post, eh? Well, I'll have you know that in my internet absence, my reality has been going on pretty strongly. Like every day. I don't know how it does it, but it does. 


*First fun fact: I've eaten about 3-5 grilled cheese sandwiches in the past week. 
*Fun Fact #2: I got pooped on my a bird Tuesday. No, you did not read that wrong. I was walking under a bunch of trees when a wind picked up. I thought I felt a surprisingly heavy leaf on my head so I touched the spot where it hit. After I took my hand away, I realized that there was some liquid on my hand. I innocently looked around on my clothes and bags to find the source of the new goo. And then the candle above my head was lit. I quickly sent my hand back up to my hood, I was thankfully wearing one, and felt the culprit. At first I was a little perturbed. Then I realized that hardly anyone gets pooped right on the head by a bird. Think about it. It takes good aim and quite a bit of luck to get in on a bird poopin' and it was my lucky day. It was also my friend's lucky day who agreed to scrape off the poop with a leaf. 
*Last fun fact: I feel like I'm Peter Pan. Not the girl who plays the boy, but everyone in the audience knows she's a girl. No, I just feel like I never want to grow up. And I think it might be possible. With my chosen career, I get to explore and play every day. With my friends, well, I don't want to offend any of them so they get to choose if they are the Lost Boys (even if they contain no male parts) or Wendy, Michael, and John. But I know what they'll pick. 

one fine day off.

I sincerely apologize to all of those who truly have missed my blogging in the recent past. If I could pay you all a nickel for every time that happened, I would probably be out a couple of nickels. But I have some pretty pictures to show you! So just sit back, relax, and wish you were eating some of this food in the pictures like me. Because it is good. Real good. 

It is Autumn. My most definite favorite season of the whole entire year. Go outside and smell the air. I promise it smells better during this season. 

Plus, who doesn't love to stomp on crunchy leaves?

For the past while, I've become incredibly interested in cooking. This is my first attempt at making applesauce. And it is good. I'm eating it as I type, actually. You want the recipe (because you should)? Here you go. 

I also made The Pioneer Woman's cinnamon rolls today. You give me a day off and I promise goodness will follow. Unlike that mouse and his cookie.....

the omnivore's dilemma.

Once upon a time, I went shopping at Target. My family was going on a trip for the weekend and I was picking up some necessary foodstuffs. I headed over to the hot dog section, because, let's be honest, you can't sit around a campfire without roasting some weenies. Well, I was on a special hot dog mission: to find the cheapest Angus Beef Franks. Let me tell you a little secret....THESE HOT DOGS ARE DA BOMB. As in eighth grade slang, da bomb. So delicious. Anyway, I had found my target and reached to take one package out of one of those obnoxious springy slot columns. That contraption was not letting me get those franks if had any say in it. I grabbed with one hand. Tried the other. Gave up and yanked on the package with both hands, abandoning any self dignity I had right in the middle of the meat section. If ever there was a time that the world was trying to tell me to not eat hot dogs, this was it. But by sheer will power, I won those hot dogs. That springy slot column only stood a slight chance, but it lost. 


And those weenies were good. 

anniversary.

I know you've probably run into a slew of 9/11 talking today, and frankly, the past week or so. Maybe you don't want to hear it here. Maybe you should find another webpage? I'm not going to rattle off my story of where I was when I heard about it (being driven to junior high, on the overpass, 7th grade), but I think it's important for everyone to remember.


To remember the humanity that sprang forth from that fateful day. 


Not everyone gets a chance in their life to be a hero. That day, many people became heroes in their own right. They gave their shoulder for a stranger to lean on while trying to manage getting through the enormous clouds of dust. They handed someone a cloth to breathe through. They let someone go ahead of them down the stairs which gave them a few more seconds to get out before the collapse. 


Many things went into the planning and execution of 9/11. Many things, both desirable and appalling, came out. I'd like to remember the examples of human capability to love and to help. 


There is a beautiful memorial that opened today. The website can be found here. Please visit. Take a moment and remember.  

of tomatoes and school days.

It happened. I became a senior. For the third time. Third, you ask? Yes. Once in high school and twice in college. Ok, so "technically" this is referred to as being a Super Senior, or I can say that I've been a senior three times. Actually, Super Senior gives me license to wear a cape so maybe we'll stick with that one.....


Anywho -  school has been going for a week here at the Grand Ol' University of Utah. It's been awesome and way too hot for me. The AC in my car makes my engine run funny so I get to ride with my windows down every day. I also get to experience a waterfall of sweat down my back every day. Please, curb your jealousy. I have to admit...the night before school started I couldn't sleep. Call it anxiety, excitement, insomnia, crazed conversations with myself in my head, or what have you, I couldn't sleep. So I went upstairs and read a cooking textbook that my friend so graciously let me have (she needed the newer version...Love for College Textbooks!). I stopped reading after I got to the veal discussion/butchering section. If you have any questions about this process, please, feel free to use Wikipedia because I don't want to answer anything. 


And now for a completely different note: A few weeks ago I was leaving work. I got in my car. I had left my windows slightly open because you never know if the outside air will be any cooler than the inside air. Truth be told, I think they're about the same nowadays.....Then I found a tomato on the floor of the passenger side. Yes, my friends, a tomato. So I looked at it with curious fascination and threw it out my still semi-rolled down window. I proceeded to drive home. No more than 5 minutes go by and a smaller tomato rolls out from underneath my passenger seat. Please don't go telling Fox News or anything, but I do believe I have come upon a tomato-growing car. Keep in mind that this growing process takes roughly 12 years for it to come to fruition, so I wouldn't recommend buying a car to get produce in over a decade. But if you happen to want to make salsa this weekend, give me a call. 

homage to horses.

the moral of a wondering mind.

Have you ever thought to yourself "Hmm, I wonder if (insert some semi-unfortunate event) ever happens?" I have. Many a time. Usually I create situations in my head that are so fantastical there is absolutely no way that they could ever come to life. No worries on my part, until now. I started a new job not too long ago and wondered about a semi-unfortunate event happening. In the two and some change months that have passed since my hiring, I have never witnessed the event. Then doomsday, I mean Friday, came. It was crowded. It was hot. I was in a tight place between a cooler and two people, attempting to squeeze in just one more creme brulee. And then I stood up. 


Before I knew it I was covered in soup. 140+ degree soup. Then I had to stay at work for another 3 hours. 


Please, for all that's good, holy, and delicious, keep wondering thoughts at bay or else you'll find yourself covered in soup (or some other metaphorical gunk).  

summer laughin'.

The secret is out: I can't remember the last time I posted. Of course, that statement means I'm also too lazy to make a couple of simple clicks to see when my last post was. Either way, I think I have something to make up for it. 


To begin, I'll tell you a story. One day I was driving down to Salt Lake in some pretty heavy traffic. There was a jerk who was all up on my bumper, crowdin' my car's personal space. I kept watching him in my rearview mirror, just in case the unfortunate should happen. Once as I was looking back, he sneezed. This man did not just let out a little mouth gunk and shut his eyes. Oh no. His face exploded like Wile E. Coyote on the side of a road with Road Runner behind a rock. I thought that the reverberation from his sneeze would send my car into the car ahead of me. That's how powerful his face was. Moral? Always watch people in cars for the mere fact that they think they're being ignored. 


Now for the cherry on top. Enjoy. 

we'll all get better at this, i promise.

So sometimes, life gets in the way. Ironic, right? How on earth does life get in the way of us living? No idea. I think that we often let everything get in the way of life. From where I stand, and who honestly knows where that is, our lives are a place for us to be happy and work for the things that get us there. Sometimes it's difficult to do this because what we're doing right now is just so darn much easier. But if you keep practicing, I think that you will find that you can make happiness. 

Life: you shall keep practicing; you will get the hang of it, I know it. 

react.

The other day I found a website that was solely devoted to hating another website and the person who writes it. At first I was appalled because I am rather fond of and may perhaps even love the aforementioned website, but then I got thinking...


Back in the day (because I'm so old to have a day in the back), I used to get mad over everything. Ok, honestly, I still can have steam come out my ears, but the people around me have learned to have an extra fire extinguisher near by for such occasions. But before all this, I was a reactor. Completely and totally at the mercy of any and every person around me. I couldn't control how I felt, what I said, or what I did. I feel like websites that are devoted to tearing apart someone else's ideas are exactly like that. I have started to ask, what's the point in getting so mad? In the big scheme of things, is it really worth it to get angry or worry over every situation? Granted, sometimes these emotions can motivate us to action, thereby coming up with a solution, but they're a means to an end, not the end itself. Case in point, Donald Trump "demanding" the President's birth certificate. Even IF it was fake, what would that have proven? The the American people really are as stupid as everyone thinks we are? That Trump was right? It wouldn't have taken back the years that Mr. Obama has been president. I honestly can't understand how Trump could have thought he did the country a favor by "forcing" the President to procure the certificate. Seriously. 


Ok. Enough high-horsing and soap boxing. 




Time for something fun and new? Well, one of the things that gets me excited nowadays, and every day for that matter, is this. Don't make fun. Just try to understand. Or at least smile and nod. 

first burn and good omens.

I have had the two most exciting Saturdays of the summer. Granted, I think there have only been two Saturdays, but we're going to roll with it....


Two Saturdays ago I went up to Lyman, Wyoming. Yeah, Lyman. It's a bustling metropolis that is soon to catch the eye of many roadtrippers with its one Maverick country store. That Maverick also happens to have cheaper gas than we do down here, so what are you saying now about Lyman, eh? Anyway, my parents own a house up there, and they're trying to sell it, so I went up with my dad to get the plod of dirt ready for grass seed. It took a long time. There were no clouds in the sky. And I forgot sunscreen. Cue first sunburn of the season! Oh yes, my friends. My face was redder than a tomato, and my arms sported eye-catching farmer's tan lines. I think that all the time I spent in the sun last summer altered my genes, because I'm not turning as white as fast as I used to. This is a huge milestone.


This past Saturday does not involve dirt. In fact, just the opposite. I went with my brother and dad to an ATV/dirt bike "park" where they have tracks for you to ride around on. I went on a track, by myself, and misfortune stepped in. I was riding along, NOT looking ahead, when I noticed that the strip of dry land I was riding on kept getting smaller and smaller while the mini-lakes on either side of me kept growing. I tried to keep my bike on the dry part, but fate stepped in, tipped my bike at a 45 degree angle, and sent me jumping into waist deep water. I'll pause for a moment while you create that image in your head.......


By now I have a crowd observing me. One guy comes over and proceeds to tell me what a mess I'm in. To say the least, buddy. My brother eventually finds his way over and manages to ride the bike to safety. Meanwhile, I'm stuck trying to get my legs out of the swamp mud which has now engulfed me up to my knees. One leg comes out fairly easy while the other is stuck good. I manage to get it out, but I leave my shoe behind. Don't worry, I got it out after a few minutes of digging. So for the rest of the day, I was wet and muddy. The worst part? I had just washed my socks that I was wearing that day. 






On a completely different and unrelated, but still extremely important, note: HP 7.2 comes out in less than 2 months. Get excited. 

tropical armpits.

Whew, boy, has it been a long time since I posted! Well, I am back with more stunningly hard-hitting and semi-almost-but-not-quite news worthy stories. 


First on the agenda is that the semester is finally over. I wrote my last paper and emailed it to my professor yesterday, not that I have any idea on how good it was seeing as it was my last paper...but the fact of the matter is that I am finished. And now fully able to devote my days to eating, sleeping, and hopelessly trying to find some good daytime television. And for when my dad reads this:


Dad, I devote every second of my waking day to finding a job. Enough said. 


But seriously, I have almost all of my previous three employers' phone numbers and addresses all memorized, just waiting for the opportunity to be put on an employee application. 


Second thing I want to let you guys in on is a show called The Voice. It's the singing show that American Idol wishes it could be. Plus it has my newfound musical obsession as one of its judges, Blake Shelton - please check him out because you will enjoy. The first two episodes were so fun to watch because the judges have their backs to the singers and if they want to see them and want them on their singing brigade, they have to push a button. Just promise me you'll check it out because as you can tell, I'm not always so eloquent in my descriptions. 


Last thought to leave you with, and yes I purposely put this one last. I bought some new deodorant the other day. It's called Tropical Blast or something like that. It smelled the best when compared to the other ones, plus it was pretty cheap. But now I can't get my armpits to stop smelling like a luau. The scent even overpowers any body spray or perfume I put on. It's like the pineapples and coconuts have formed a militia and not even the boundaries of my clothes will stop them from domination. So from the island paradise formerly known as Kylie's pits, aloha. 

whoa.

Uber sorry for the unrealistically long delay in posting. I've been working on my vocabulary since the last post, can you tell? In all actuality, I've been writing some papers, while simultaneously procrastinating writing some papers, performing, choreographing, not sleeping at night, sleeping when I should be doing other stuff, eating food, but not making guacamole and taking pictures of it to share with you guys like I said I would, and other stuff that I am so positive that you would love to hear me ramble on about for another paragraph or so. But I digress.....Or something. 


While I still do not have the fabulous guacamole recipe/picture album like I promised, I do have some other super exciting things I would like to give to you. They all come in the form of a website, so I hope this site isn't your last visit in Internetland before you wander off and do something more meaningful with your life because these websites are awesome and will require some remote region of your brain to be active. 


First, is Houzz. It's like the online equivalent of an architecture/interior design clippings collection. You can create your own "ideabook" and constantly be adding pictures to it, including little notes about what you like about the photo. They have many different categories that they post about every week, each about different elements and how people have incorporated them into their homes. Go to the website, check it out, you can look at my ideabook if you wish...My name is 801kchris and my album's name is Ky's Likes and Loves. 


Second runner up (and I'm honestly not rating these, I just wanted to say that) is the Harvard Sailing Team. This is a sketch comedy, or improv, group. They are in no way affiliated with Harvard University or its sailing team...But if it was, I kind of think that it would be that much more funny. Plus they look like they could be sailors if they wanted to. Anyway, the first video I recommend watching is Boys Will Be Girls. Hi-larious. Personally, I think the videos that have the boys being girls and vice versa are their funniest, but form your own opinion. 


Third, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that I changed the background. No, this is not entirely noteworthy news, but I thought I'd bring it up anyway. I love bright colors, especially green, and the background options for blogs that include awesome pictures are vast and so you might even be seeing more changes. Don't worry, I'm still the same dancing carrot, just with virtual wallpaper ADD. 

at room temperature.

Once upon a time, three years ago to be precise, I started taking my lunch to school (college) with me every day. This complicated things sometimes because trying to keep cold foods cold was a little difficult, even with the help of one of those frozen block things. Seriously, people, they don't really stay frozen for 6 hours. There was a fridge at school, but it was too stuffed and disgusting for me to want to store my delicious sustenance in there. So lately I've been packing yogurt into my lunchbox. And it drops to room temperature and consistency. And it is delicious. Call me crazy, or perhaps even unsanitary/unhealthy because who knows what those yogurt bacteria do at room temperature, but it is so delicious. 

And so we fast forward to today. I packed cookie dough. No, not cookies. Cookie dough. And I can't wait to start eating that goopy mess. 



P.S. Next time, I think I'm going to introduce you guys to a little thing I like to call Magic Bullet Guacamole. Stay tuned.......

zak and les.

There was this one time when I wrote about how I was scared because I watched the show Ghost Adventures. Well, I must admit that I've been watching it again. And again. I just can't help it. It's just so fun to get scared. Plus, there was this one episode this weekend. Zak took his shirt off. Yes, yes, of course it was for the sake of getting a response from the spirit of a nun, but it was also highly enjoyable to watch. In fact, that same episode is on again tonight. And no, I'm not watching and waiting for it to come on again. 


...


Anyway, during my Ghost Adventures marathon, I stumbled upon a showing of the 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables on PBS. I have never seen this show, but have heard many good things about it. This recording was absolutely phenomenal. The celebration took place in a gigantic arena in London (the O2) and was completely packed full of people. Since I loved what I saw on TV so much, I looked up individual videos on YouTube. One of the comments really piqued my interest. It said something about liking the comment if you were watching the video and not because Glee brought you there. Now I have been guilty of advertising the fact that I knew about a band or what have you before they ever became famous, I think this is going a tad bit far. I think it's just great that pop culture is able to lead someone, especially of the younger generation, to look up a video of Les Miserables. I say, the more exposure the better. So congrats to you if you were cultured before any of us brainwashed, normal simpletons, but please excuse us while we try to catch up to you. 


If you'd like to join me in listening and watching the spectacular 25th Anniversary, watch this video to get you started. 

sue me.

I realize that, once again, I have been MIA from my little blog. I do apologize, but at the same time say sue me. "You can't rush art." Spoken by the old toy repairman in Toy Story 2 (who also happens to be Jerry from the short film before A Bug's Life)...Not that I'm saying that what I'm writing is art. It's just another excuse. 


I really have been trying to think of something to write, but since the bosom-nestled chihuahua story, I haven't been able to find anything that could compare. So I'll just start over. 


Yesterday, I was riding the lightrail system in Salt Lake City, and we passed a St. Patrick's Day parade. Yeah, yeah. St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th (next Thursday), but it's not the ideal day of the week to hold a parade so they had it on Saturday. Well, two gentlemen, who didn't seem to know each other, commented on the parade. This is how their conversation went:


"Is it St. Patrick's Day today?"
"I don't know. When is it?"
"Today's the 12th. That sounds about right."
"Yeah, the 12th...St. Patrick's Day. Okay."
"Dang, I'm not wearing green. I'm going to get pinched."
"Yeah, neither am I. Yours could count for green."
"It'd be a stretch, but yeah."


The man was wearing orange. 


In honor of my Irish heritage, I would like to proclaim that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. It always is. It's not going to change. Because of these two men, I know feel it is my duty to educate every single one of you that read this that St. Patrick's Day is on the 17th of March. 


And please don't ever think that you can wear orange and try to get away with it being green. 

off of the face of the earth.

I'm writing today (tonight) to quell all rumors about me falling off the face of the digital earth. I am still here. Just a lot busier and tired-er than I normally am. I know your lives have been much affected by the absence of my blog posts, but I crave your indulgence for just a few weeks longer as after that, my life will slowly creep back to me and start being mine once again. 


Now that we have thoroughly established that I am still here, I have a story. Surprise. About something I saw while on public transportation. Even bigger surprise. I was on the light rail, and at a stop, saw a lady who was ill clad. I don't mean she was being a hoochie mama or anything, but considering the chilly early morning temperature, her sweatshirt and capri yoga pants were definitely not cutting it. She was quite the voluptuous woman, and had her head tucked down. I just thought she was keeping herself warm. Until she lifted her head. Popping out from, well you know where, was a chihuahua puppy's head. Not kidding. And it was the size of a large lime, with eyes the size of walnuts. The poor thing was shaking...Obviously the reason why the woman had her head tucked down. I'm not reporting a case of animal abuse or anything, because, let's be honest, a busty woman's chest has got to be quite the mattress, especially for such a tiny, bony, little dog. I'm just preparing you for your next mass transit encounter with a lady who has a chihuahua stuffed down her shirt. Because it will happen. And you will be ready. 

the word that has been ruined.

Five or so years ago, you could say this word and everyone knew you were talking about a time of day. It's been put in songs to make the singer seem more romantic. Now whenever I hear this word, I cringe. Yes, I cringe. Hearing this word reminds me of the terror that the book-turned-movie is and continues to be. If you honestly haven't figured it out yet, the word is twilight. Ugh. I just shuddered. You may think that I write from ignorance. In fact, I used to be one of those blubbering, love-sick Twi-hards. Now I just got to the movies so I can find new insults. Immature? Probably. Petty? Definitely. But Twilight asked for it...


*Bella is ridiculously selfish. And self-depreciating. And unable to handle more than 5 friends at a time, if that.
*Edward is a pushover. Plus he can't pick out jewelry. 
*Japser is not allowed to suddenly have an accent in the third movie. Especially a southern accent. Seriously? Maybe I should finish out the rest of my life with a Spanish accent. 


I would just like to say that all girls are not as crazy as Bella. Granted, some of them are, but a good majority are not. For instance, I can't think of any girl I know that would kiss a super attractive, Native American boy with his shirt off right in front of their boyfriend. 


I can't figure out how that can be considered good literature. It would make a good soap opera, though. 

patience.

I find it most ironic that I am writing a post entitled patience, mostly because of the fact that I have little. I have been trying to get the shirts in order, but they aren't going exactly according to plan.

Hello, life? Yes, you're doing that thing you do when you don't do what I want. Please stop.

Nevertheless, I know that there is at least one person who wants a shirt and to him I declare "You will get your shirt!"        I just don't know exactly when.

For now I encourage you to save the first two weekends of March and the first weekend of April to come see me dance. That should help ease the pain and depression from not yet receiving a shirt.

the importance of double.

There are some who would say that less is more. In quite a few cases, I wholeheartedly agree. What I cannot and will not allow there to be less of, however, is the creme filling in Oreos. Texas had it right on this one, folks. Go big or go home. The original Oreos just can't make it in this dog-eat-dog (or Kylie-eat-Oreos) world. Seriously, if you want to buy the good stuff, you're gonna have to splurge and get less Oreos in a package and allow for more creme room. Also, if you're trying to watch your weight, leaving an opened package of Oreos right next to you is not a good idea. It's a fantastic idea if you want to repeatedly pleasure your palatte, but it's quite an awful idea if you don't want to accidentally ingest an overload of empty calories. Just warning you, but not from experience or anything.....

*I am ordering the t-shirts on Friday, so if you want to insure that you get one in your size either leave a comment or find me on Facebook and send me a message. If you need a reminder of the design, go to the post entitled "finally".

Happy Overindulging.

preorder.

I am going to be putting in the order for the shirts next week so if you would like to be assured that you will get one, especially in the size you want, leave a comment or stalk me on Facebook and tell me how many shirts you want and what sizes. Otherwise, you'll be left to the fates. Just a reminder, they'll be $20, which includes shipping. Happy Almost-February!

Deadline to preorder is February 3rd!

not dead, just getting older.

Sometimes I complain that chivalry is dead. Cue boos and hisses from all the males out there who read this (grand total: 3). I understand that that whole feminism movement had something to do with it, sort of, but that doesn't mean you get to go all wussy on us girls. Every Monday and Wednesday night when I get off the train, I see an older gentleman waiting. A much shorter woman walks up to him. He gives her a kiss. He takes her bag. Her bag that is a backpack and looks like it's filled with many a-heavy thing. He never asks if he can hold it for her. She never asks if he will take it from her. He just does. That, my friends, is true chivalry. So yes, while us girls try to be independent and prove that we can do everything you men can do and want to have jobs and still want to have babies and try to do everything that is thought of even though it's a large plate to handle, we also would like for you to just take the reins for a little bit. Show us who's boss. We dare you. 


*I use the term "we" very loosely in this post, especially if you're one of those freaky feminists who think all men are womanizing pigs.

butter.

This one food item alone transforms the world of food. It makes over-easy eggs better. Homemade pancakes ever more delicious. And various kinds of bread suddenly gain purpose when generously spread with butter. It just can't be beat. 


This weekend I went to the super exciting area of Star Valley, Wyoming. Look it up. You'll totally be jealous. And rightfully so because the area is peaceful, wide open, and full of townspeople. If you are lucky enough to see any of them at the country store. There are serious amounts of snow up there in the winter time so make sure either you or your car knows how to get up steep hills covered in slushy snow. If you do happen to go there, make sure you go to the Elkhorn Family Restaurant in Afton. It is most delicious, and right now they're having a 40% off special. Seriously, folks...$5 for a bacon cheeseburger, with a toasted bun! $.40 for fries. $1.50 for a salad that includes delicious homemade ranch. After tasting that ranch, I can only hope that something like it will come into my life and have the same heavenly altering effect. I won't set up any big or unrealistic expectations or anything, though. 


Fantastic news: I found some magic fairy dust that will help me with my shirts! That means that within the next couple of weeks you could be wearing your very own "The Lion" shirt that was designed by yours truly. If you want a complimentary carrot to go with your Carrot Top, please specify in your order. Just don't be too grossed out when it actually arrives. 

private no more.

With my ever-changing schedule, I now ride a train to school. A train that has its path right along hundreds of backyards. As I understand it, a backyard is the place for you to decorate, landscape, have fun, and keep others out (if that is your wish). These backyards that line the train's route can't do the last item, however. No matter how high or solid those fences are, I can still see right over them into your claim of the earth. And from what I see, I know a lot about you. You might have children...in that case you most likely have a swing set, trampoline, or various other outdoor toys littering the lawn. You might be into automobiles...that means you probably have one to three vehicles that are sitting in your backyard covered by tarps because it's winter and even though you may not have worked on them in summer, you sure as heck ain't workin' on them in the winter. If you like repetitive activities, half of your lawn is made into a garden because mowing the grass once a week isn't enough for you. Nope, you also need to pull weeds. But I do envy you because you have nice fresh veggies, and let's face it, who doesn't like those? I'm not the weed-pulling kind of gal, though. If you like pretty things, every inch of your backyard was probably touched by a landscaper so that it could look just right. No matter who you are, if your backyard is along the same path of the train, I'm watching you. And your backyard. 


In case you're interested, here's a song that I stumbled upon and can't get out of my head. If it doesn't make you want to don a Spanish outfit and dance with a smokin' hot member of the opposite sex, I can't help you. 

late night tv.

Last night, my family and I stayed up watching Ghost Adventures. I unfortunately have a stupidly logical brain and try to find explainable reasons for the paranormal activity that the guys on the show are so eagerly seeking. That being said, I also get scared easily. So easily that when I was little I would sit on the stairs and wait for my brother to come out from behind the corner instead of risking getting scared. Hey, prevention is key. Last night must have been a marathon or something because these shows just kept coming on...And I just kept watching them. The part that scares me the most isn't watching them while they're alone, at night, and provoking spirits. No, no. The part that scares me the most is learning about the stories of the deceased people and hearing other people's accounts of paranormal activity. What also freaks me out beyond belief is imagining myself in their shoes. You couldn't pay me enough to spend the night in a haunted house. No amount of money would inspire me to be alone in an attic where someone hung themselves. You also couldn't give me enough stuff to want to provoke an angry spirit. Seriously, there is some weird glutton-for-punishment thinking going on in their brains. 

only one word.

I know there is at least one person that you can think of that, well, doesn't get your highest of praise. They're not nice, they think it's funny to make other people look bad, they think they are super cool, but they really aren't, etc, etc. What do you say to these people? Many choice, four-letter words, I'm sure. But what if those words have been used on them so many times that they have lost their punch? I have another word for them. And it just so happens to have four letters. Don't get too excited yet......Here, I found a song (surprise, surprise) that captures what I would like to say to all of those _____ people, and if you ever want to find out what the word is, you'll listen to the song. 


Here's to having good, nice people in your life.