Wednesday, December 26, 2012

My thoughts on...

Les Mis.


The movie.


I love the stage version of it.  I love the music.  There are some songs that will always give me those chills. The ones you can't help to feel every time you hear the opening chords.

The movie?  Here are my thoughts (also if you loved the movie you might not like this.  not because i hated it-i enjoyed it-but i don't think its as amazing as everyone is saying it is...)

First off: Eponine.  I really liked her; I thought they done good putting her in the film version (and way mo' betta than the rumored Taylor Swift.  i mean, i love t-swift, but i don't know if she could've pulled this off) but can we talk about her waist?  


It is the size of my wrist.  I mean, I know I have big wrists.  But still. 

Secondovely, Russell Crowe.  I keep hearing he did such an amazing job.  But Javert?  I've always felt so much hatred for this character.  I loathed him.  But Crowe made me kind of like him.  The entire time you feel like he is justified because he's doing his job.  Which is true. But I didn't think he had the passion for the role-the passion for finding Jean Valjean-that he is meant to possess.  

Thirdly.  This takes a lot to admit.  I haven't really loved Anne Hathaway since The Princess Diaries, so I was nervous about how I would react to her as Fantine.  I don't know if I just had created lowered expectations or what, but I actually thought she did impressively well.  

Lastly, Marius.  I didn't like his voice.  I said it.  I loved Enjolras and wish he had been Marius, but that's just me.  The rest of the cast was fine.  The story is so beautiful that the film was good, but people who are saying its the best thing ever are weird to me.  I mean, I think its worth a viewing, but I didn't cry in it.  Nor did I walk away thinking it was life-changing.  But that could also be because I am heartless.  Debatable.


And those are my thoughts on the movie version of Les Mis.  


Fin.


Monday, December 17, 2012

One Week

I'm trying to become a little mo' betta and a little mo' grateful this next week; to be aware of the things I am blessed with and to bless others.  This is my goal.


PS: I love Christmas.









(i'm a tomato)

Thursday, December 13, 2012

12-12-12 and Middle School


Last night I went out with some friends for some dinner to celebrate 12-12-12.  Because why wouldn't we do that?  

In honor of the holiday that was 12-12-12, I tried getting everyone to only talk in 12 word sentences.  It was much more difficult (and time consuming) then we were all willing to dedicate ourselves to, so our holiday celebrations has to be amended.  The natural suggestion was to then get up and dance/walk around our chair every time someone said 12-12-12.  It was fun until people started abusing this and we made multiple rotations around our chairs in the middle of our dinner.  Even the waitresses were getting in on the action and stopping by our table just to say the date.


And then I wondered how I had friends.

Also today at the school I work at we had a our Christmas social for the students.  And if there's something everyone needs to go to, it's a middle school dance years and years after you yourself went through middle school.  Awkwardness seeps through your veins the moment you step into the gym where the dance is held.  There are boys vs. girls groups, perfectly coordinated outfits, no one actually dancing, and a general sense of unhappiness and self-doubt throughout the room.  Actually, if you've ever been to a Mormon dance, it could be described in the same way.

But middle school also incorporates puberty.  What a bonus.

Upon seeing me at the social, some of my students approached me to say hello, while others averted their eyes every time I walked in their general direction.  And that, my friends, is when I knew I had finally come full circle in my life.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

One of the best.

My brother Aaron is kind of a king of internet videos.  He will go through phases of sending me them, and sometimes I watch them and sometimes I don't.  Usually I don't.  (sorry Aaron!)

But this time, I did.

I knew it was going to be good when he told me, "I thought you could love this in so many ways"


It combines so many things that I love: A Korean man, karaoke, and Mariah Carey.

If that doesn't scream perfection, nothing does.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Circle of Life

Last night I went to my little brothers choir concert.  It's kind of fun being in the audience of something I was so obsessed with when I was in high school.  Those show choirs...they are full of little gems.  Like the most unenthusiastic dancers and singers I have ever witnessed.  And boys without rhythm doing horrible choreography.  I like to think it wasn't so bad when I was singing in it, but it probably was.


Also, there was a girl wearing a scrunchie and a boy with bleached tips.  What year is it?


On a related note, my family put down one of the dogs last week.  I didn't even notice.  My brother mentioned it to me last night when we were talking about Christmas lists (don't judge me: i always write down 'get rid of the dogs' on my lists) and he was like "we did that last week!" and I had no idea.  It was mostly dead, anyways, so don't think I'm being too insensitive here.


Or maybe I am.



All I know is that the Christmas season started early for me.



Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Jay-Z

Yesterday was Jay-Z's birthday.  He is 43.  Also, he is kind of precious, as proven in this video:


That's all.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Christmas cheer!

There was one time I was attracted to this guy because he had a really sweet mustache. But then I saw him get into his car and it was covered in bumper stickers and I was automatically not attracted to him anymore. I mean, it kind of made sense but it was also alarming. I guess I'm just not committed enough to ruin my car like that. Especially with his kinds of bumper stickers. Coexist? That one drives me crazy.

Moving on, so far I've helped put up two Christmas trees but not my own. But it's really getting me into the spirit of the season. I love all the lights on people's houses, even the people across the street who won yard of the month in our neighborhood. There is no way we can compete with that. We could probably win 'dirt pile of the month', though. (#winning).

Anyways, work is easy peasy today so this blog was a priority. Naturally. If you have anything you want addressed on this old blog, let me know. Or a video. I just want you to be happy.



Saturday, December 1, 2012

Thanksgiving

This is how the Ford's do Thanksgiving.


(kind of)


(fyi: this is documentation of only a short amount of preparation time.  Brian didn't actually cook that much; his face just loves the camera.  on the other hand, some of it is accurate: that's exactly what Kris did.  And Erik is actually that aggressive when he sets the table)

If you can believe it, Brian made the song at the end up right then and there.  Musical genius.  And Thanksgiving stuffing genius (even though i hate stuffing).

The beginning of this video also included a recorded conversation about how we used expired cans of green beans for our green bean casserole.  Fun fact: you won't die if you do this!  You're welcome.

Who wants to come over for Christmas?


Thursday, November 29, 2012

Hey-o!

I thought my squirrel story was good enough to keep you on the edge of your seats for awhile, hence the silence this blog has entertained for the last few (too many) days.

But really I have suddenly become very busy.  Too busy, in my opinion.  I hate being busy.  Some people love having structure at every turn.  I despise it.  I want to pause things for a day and just watch Seinfeld for a couple hours.  Or play the piano.  Or sit there.  If there is anything I'm good at-it's sitting there.  I have one friend (Darren-he used to get more shout-outs on the blog but then he got married.  and now he is dead to me) and me and him (he's better than i am at it) and we were champions at doing nothing.  In fact, thats probably what keeps me and my friends together.  Our ability to do nothing and still have a good time.  Well, that and eating.  We love eating.


Anyways, that was a tangent.  


My new job is working with middle school students and there are quite a few characters there.  I'm still trying to figure out how much I'll be able to share on this blog from my days with them, but for the most part they are real good kids.  There are some that I already love unconditionally and some I want to never have in class again.  But we'll work through it.  One group of students already told me that I didn't seem like a professional...and that I seemed like more of a party girl.  I don't know where they get this stuff.  All I did was tell them I like the rapper Wiz Khalifa.  But who doesn't?

Which leads me to another point: I wish I could hate Chris Brown but I've had his latest album playing almost non-stop for the last couple weeks.  I love it so much.  


Other things I love?  The weekend, turkey (Thanksgiving video forthcoming, btw), Pitch Perfect, and Doritos tacos from TB.  But everyone already knows that.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Squirrel.

Not long ago my parents kept talking about how they were hearing a small animal up the attic.  The animal would burrow in a corner up there, right above their bedroom.  I thought they were making it up...until Dad came home with an animal trap.  We talked about shooting whatever animal was making home in our home, but there was rumor that it wouldn't be safe to do that.  Or legal.

Fast forward to last Thursday evening.  I'm chillin' up in my room, surfing the interwebs and probably listening to some really good music, when I hear my mom and my brother downstairs mention a squirrel.  In the house.  I keep doing my thing, because I don't really process what I'm hearing right away.

But once I hear people running through the house I realize what is happening.  

There is a squirrel in the house!

I wish all of you could have seen what happened next.  My two brothers and I chased the squirrel around the house, while mom kept look with a broom in hand at the bottom of the stairs, waiting and hoping to push the animal into the direction of the door and the great outdoors.  We looked awesome.  Erik was trying to catch it in one of those collapsible laundry hampers, Kris seemed a little scared of the squirrel but kept up the chase, and I was handed a little pointer stick with a foam finger on the end, which I used to try and coerce the rodent out from under my brothers bed (and hopefully into the hamper) (pictured below: the squirrel under my brothers bed.  it stayed there awhile so i thought it wanted its picture taken).


It was really one of the most entertaining things ever to happen.  The squirrel would run downstairs, mom would try to direct it, it would go in the opposite direction, it would run and hide under the couch, we would lift the couch, it would run into another corner and then out of the room.  Then it would run back upstairs.  

And we chased it.  We chased it like fat kids are chasing down Hostess products right now.

Then, at just the right moment...Erik caught it!  The hamper worked.  In the family room he victoriously held up the squirrel that was trapped where it belonged...

...until it escaped.  

Maybe because I was taking a picture of Erik holding up the trapped squirrel victoriously.  And then maybe the little/big guy jumped out.

Well, we chased it awhile longer, but then it seemingly disappeared.  And we couldn't find it.

There were a couple sightings (not by me) the next couple days, but they only resulted in failed attempts of capture.

Then, like a Sabbath day miracle, on Sunday I get this picture message while I am at church:


One word accompanied it:

Success.

I've never had more Fordpride.

(also, on a completely unrelated note, cheetos has come up with a success of its own.  bam!) 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

As if I need another reason...

...to love me some Joe Biden.

How have I not seen this before?


I would take "Somewhat Notable" in any category coming from Joe.

Also, some other random celebrity news:

A feud between Donald Trump and Cher?  Dangerous.  I guess she'll never be on a season of Celebrity Apprentice!

Also, I'm really sad about Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez.  Although not too sad to admit that I hope this inspires a breakup album from JB and maybe him and Adele can work out some ballads for me to sing along to in my car at the top of my lungs...with or without passengers.

You get in my car, you will probably hear me sing.  Matter of fact, I get in your car and you will probably also hear me sing.  Sorry/you're welcome.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Kind of Tired

So I started a job this week.

How monumental is that!  Pretty big.  This week has been/will be purely training, and so while it's nice because it's not the actual work yet, it's kind of building up the position to be more intense than I think most of  us anticipated.  But as the week progresses I'm also getting more and more excited about it.

You know what I'm not excited about?  Something I have taken for granted for so long?  Sleeping in.

Waking up at 6 am is such a buzzkill.  How do people do this all the the time?  Also...traffic?  I had no idea I hated it so much until I had to drive in it...three days in a row.  My life is so hard.

JK.  It's pretty awesome.  Minus waking up so early.  But even then I find that after the first ten minutes I'm good.  And I've been taking showers everyday (also a sign i'm growing up) and that kind of helps wake me up.  I guess.  I still would rather sleep/do anything really than take a shower.  

I work in a middle school now, and I can go into more details about it later when my brain is working mo' betta, but yesterday while standing in the hallway, some random guy (he works in the school but we haven't met him yet) started talking about how excited he was for the cafeteria lunch that day: sloppy joes.  No joke-he mentioned sloppy joes seven times in two minutes.  And the grin on his face was just pure joy.

I think we'll get along.

Also Drake (the rapper) was playing on the radio in the staff room when we went on a tour of the building.

This school and I were made for each other.

Oh and remember how this happened yesterday?


I'm just glad I got to wear my Joe Biden t-shirt again.

America.



Friday, November 2, 2012

Voting

So at this exact moment I'm in line to cast my vote for the next President of the United States and Amendment 64 (oh heyyy marijuana?). I've been in line for about 30 minutes and you know what? I don't even mind. I love that we can vote. And that we do vote. I love the contentious words spewed out at every turn because it tells me people care. Even if there are tons of crazies! Even if their views are 100% opposite of mine. Do we think about and consider how lucky we are? Because we really are.

I am also feeling lucky because while I am writing this, I am eavesdropping on a conversation going on three people ahead of me.  So far I've learned the following about the girl doing most of the talking:
-She wears size 7.5 shoes
-Her blood type is A-
-She doesn't eat beef
-She has what she simply refers to as 'the rheumatoid'
-She wears a different pair of shoes every day, as well as gel inserts
-Her mom has lupus and 'the rheumatoid'

I have no idea how this girl (probably around my age) incorporated all of these topics into a conversation with a mom and her 18 year old daughter.  In fact, I am a little impressed.  And also slightly weirded out.  And grateful that I wasn't standing there in line, because I don't think I could have lasted the entire conversation. 

And this, this is America.

(Who's excited for Tuesday?!)




Thursday, November 1, 2012

Randoms

You guys.  I want you know that I am very grateful to be able to live at home (and have my parents/brothers put up with me) but I also found this little note to be kind of perfect:


Also yesterday was Halloween.  Did you know that?  I don't think I have any pictures of my costume...oh wait-I wore the same one like 3 years ago:


I'm a deviled egg-get it?  I mostly love it because it moves so well and lets me dance like a crazy when I want to.  Also for some reason I felt inclined to wear a wig with the deviled egg costume 3 years ago.  I didn't yesterday.  Just to keep tabs that's 1-1 on the black wig with the deviled egg costume.

You know who had a better costume than me?


Dwayne "the rock" Johnson. Check it:



The best part was my brother Brian sent me this picture via the text message world and it pretty much made my life.  DO YOU SEE HIS MUSCLES??  THOSE ARE REAL.  (also a direct message to dwayne: if you need help painting your body next halloween, let me know)

I should probably stop the randoms but a couple more personal things from me:

-My dissertation passed!  I made it, guys.  The MA is officially donezo and I don't have to worry about it anymore! I still haven't been able to read my paper since I turned it in, but I'm thinking I can do it soon.  Because it was good enough.

-The same day I got the email saying I passed I also got a phone call about a job! That job?  KOHLS.  Seasonal worker.  The irony of it all made me smile (but also feel a little depressed).

-Better news:  I start a different new job at a school in Denver on Monday.  BOOM.  It's not exactly where I would put myself at this point, but I am super glad and grateful to have it.  I feel good about it.

So there's some good news.  Which was all welcome, because I really needed some good news in my life.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Things you probably don't care about

I finally just got around to watching the Project Runway finale.

And I am upset.  Mad.  Angry.

This entire season I have been annoyed with Dmitry.  Sure, he's good at what he does.  But he's also kind of annoying.  If you had watched any episode with me, you would have heard me yelling out my disgust with him.  (things like "Go back to Belarus!")

Aptly stated, I did not like him.


So when they announced he was the winner over Fabio, or even Chris and Melissa, I was shocked.  



Project Runway and Heidi Klum, why do you make so many mistakes?  First the Seal divorce, and now this?


Also, I am kind of sorry for this rant.  But it really did make me angry.



Moving onto something completely different, how about that Donald Trump and his trying to bribe the President to release those papers?  Do we think Barack is going to do it?  The anticipation is killing me.

If you haven't watched Donald's plea, here it is:

Someone on the FB put it best by saying any video that seems like a parody but isn't actually a parody is the best kind of video.  Also, this is very conflicting for me, because its kind of ridiculous but I still kind of think the Donald is awesome.

Also, I wish I had that much money.

Weekend Success

I know that its already Wednesday, but my weekend was pretty good.  

Friday started with a visit to the nail salon where the brother and mother and I got some pampering.  The girls at the salon totally remembered us, too.  Or they at least remembered Brian.


Then we sang together in the car.  Because we're champions.


During the salon visit, my friend Jana texted me and said we should do a chocolate fountain that night.  I never say no to a chocolate fountain.


We ate a disgusting amount of chocolate and played an almost endless competition of Mario Kart.  I made it to the podium once!  That is pretty good for me (i am usually in 12th place.  not a champion). 


After hitting up a couple more estate sales on Saturday, it was time to counteract the white trash-ness of it all with a trip to the ballet.  My favorite part of any live orchestra performance (ballet, opera, symphony, etc) is when the musicians are all warming up before it starts and it sounds all confused, and then the conductor comes out and BAM!  They start in perfect harmony.  I love it so much.




This weekend also included Mexican food, an impromptu dance party, a long Sunday nap, and Grandma yelling for my mom.

Success.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Growing Pains

I was just sitting here on my computer, sending out my one millionth resume, when on my iTunes I was pleased to hear the timeless Justin Bieber song "Baby" come on.


But it wasn't just the song-it was the bonus video.


And can we just remember how precious he was?  Before the tattoos, before Selena-when it was just him and Luda rapping and dancing in a bowling alley?  And his hair?  We can't forget his hair.  It inspired nations.

Now he's having pool parties and grinding up on Nicki Minaj.

(i still love him, though. don't worry)

And all of this has just made me think about how growing up is sometimes hard.  Sometimes you end up doing things you never thought you would (like grinding with Nicki Minaj) (or living at home long after graduating from college...twice) (i like to excel at things).  And thats ok.

It's all going to work out, right?




(i saved this on my computer as mutant cindy)

Thursday, October 18, 2012

No thanks

I don't think I'll ever chew gum again.


(article here)

Thanks, but no thanks.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Very Upsetting

This is very disturbing.


If we can't have Flaming Hot Cheetos (and the red 'cheet' that stays on your fingers for days), then what can we have?

Tackle that, Obama and Romney.

What if? Debate Style

What if after this moment last night...


This happened?  


The circle of their love-it goes forever.

(of course harold is candy in this situation, and wally is the american people wishing they could just get along)

(if you don't know saturdays warrior, you won't get this.  my apologies)

(i'm probably going to go watch it in its entirety)

(i've sent out like 50 resumes in the last couple weeks and no one likes me so i have to do something that makes me feel mo' betta)

(but seriously, if you haven't seen saturdays warrior you should.  so so good)

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Fivehead

So today as I was doing my daily scan of PerezHilton.com (please don't judge-but i probably would) I came across this headline (get it? head line? boom!)


Tyra Tyra Tyra...unless Joe Biden and I are allowed to make guest appearances on your show called Fivehead you shouldn't be able to do it.  Us people with impressive (read: gigantic) foreheads need to stick together!

(for previous blogposts on my forehead/joe biden's forehead, click here and here)

Speaking of Joe (I promise this is the last ilovejoe declaration for awhile), I made this tshirt for the VP debate last week.  I've been sharing it around via other social media (sorry if you've already seen it 284 times), but this is my blog and I want my posterity to recognize all my hard work.  You know they won't be going through my facebook timeline, so the blog is the best bet.  But seriously, even if you hate Joe Biden and think he came across as a jerk at the debate, you have to admit that smirk is pretty precious.  And it totally belongs on a tshirt.

Photo: #justgettingreadyfortonight #takingittothenextlevel #joebiden #iloveyoutoomuch http://instagr.am/p/Qpz9IXqb01/

Now, if only Joe would recognize my commitment to him.  One day.


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Estate Sales

Things I've Purchased from Estate Sales

(a poem)

It started out as a bit of a joke,
I wanted to go through peoples houses and buy stuff (because I'm broke).
The first place we went I found an old projector screen,
In perfection condition!  It I did glean.
Now it's sitting my closet just waiting to be used,
It might stay there, it might not; I myself am confused.
There was that one place that had a fur coat-one that fit!
Fifteen bucks is all it cost, but too many holes made me pass on it.
Slowly I've been adding to my record collection;
At the last house we went to I found a record player (perfection!)
Now when I buy records it's not all for naught,
For I can play them!  Yes!  What a brilliant thought!
Along with these finds I've bought some dead womens jewelry,
When I wear it I feel like I can get away with tomfoolery.
A blue feather wig will surely come out on a special occasion,
Maybe when I'm hanging out with an Asian?
One estate sale had a bunch of old CD's for purchase,
TLC, Mariah Carey, NOW (none that can be played in churches)
All of these things I needed to buy,
Without them I might have wanted to cry.
I can't imagine my life without those old books from 1904,
Or the pages dedicated to the stories of an old English war.
Some houses are pretty and some make me feel gross,
The smells permeating through the halls make us say 'adios'.
Yes, I have needed everything I have got-
Even those tarot cards, from that one house, that one time, I bought.

fin.


(sometimes life is hard and we have to say no to certain things...like that Native American statue...or that dead animal skin/fur)

Monday, October 8, 2012

Dinners and more

I keep seeing that trailer for the last Twilight movie and can I just say that the blonde chick in it looks all too much like the Wayan brothers in White Chicks?  I mean, seriously:

(the one on the left)
(image via here)

(image via here)

I know you are all nodding your head in agreement right now.

Also, tonight the fam went to dinner at the local favorite Chili's.  It was going great but then grandma started dipping her sweet potato fries in her cinnamon apples and that's when we knew it was time to go.  She is just so creative when it comes to food.

Lastly, a few short movie reviews:

Pitch Perfect:  I loved it.  I laughed a lot (Fat Amy and the quiet Asian were the best) and I can always love a little a capella singing.

Trouble with the Curve: Most of the audience was over the age of 55.  They thought Clint Eastwoods old person humor was funny; I...didn't.  But Justin Timberlake made it bearable. 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower: I just saw this tonight.  I haven't read the book and it wasn't exactly what I was expecting; a little darker than I had anticipated.  I am currently undecided on my reaction to it.  

I would have also seen Taken 2 tonight (double feature!) but no one else was in the theatre so I couldn't sneak in.  I'll get you next time, Liam.

Tell your friends.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Political Update

I know you have all been waiting for me to write a little ditty (not to be confused with p.diddy) on the first head to head political debate from this past Wednesday.

My brothers roommate (who will remain nameless because he is a ginger and if you don't have a soul you don't get a name) hosted a debate watching party of which I attended.  It was kind of a bold move going to watch it there, because while I am a registered independent (aka afraid of commitment), my political leanings went against 99% of the rest of those in attendance.  In fact, most heckling and disappointed glances were thrown my way whenever a certain Mr. President spoke.

I think my favorite part was when they were talking about Obamacare (stick with me, here) and Barack (we're on a first name basis) mentioned how you could still be on your parents insurance up until age 26.  My very lovely (and funny) (and thoughtful?) friends sitting behind me start making fun of anyone who, at that age, would need to still be relying on their parents for insurance, or anything really.


Sometimes the truth stings.



Anyways, the debate was held here in Denver and I really wish I could have gone to see it in person; alas, my dreams did not come true and I was stuck watching it with Mitt Romney's fan club.  Which is cool.  You guys, I'm going to be honest here and say I haven't decided who I am voting for yet.  So all those dirty glances on Wednesday night?  Maybe not even worth it.  I hope you get wrinkles.  


The debate was everything I thought it would be and more: two middle aged guys chatting and making unrealistic promises, going over their time limit, trying to incorporate as many zings! against the other person as possible, crazy statistics, a poor Jim Lehrer who was maybe the worst part of the whole evening, and ties that matched up with their party color.  If that doesn't scream America, then I don't know what does.


I will say that election years make me happy and I don't even mind all the horrible ads and commercials from both sides of the fence.  Plus (bonus!) more Joe Biden everywhere (i am most excited about next weeks VP debate and am planning a drinking game every time joe says 'folks') (my drink will be kept cool in my joe beer cozy, fyi).

Those are my thoughts.


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Some Bear Lake Love

I know I was going to post about this trip a week or so ago, but I'm lazy.  Boom.  Truth.

Bear Lake has quickly become one of my favorite places in the world.  Not only for its natural beauty, but for the good times that have been had there.  If all my friends could live up there all the time and get paid for it, I would be down.  (hear that, reality tv?  think about it) (we'll also need some more beds).

It was a relaxing weekend with no real plans except to eat, sleep (but no naps for cindy!) and study the presidents of the United States.  

And learn all the words to Gangsta's Paradise.



(we put in a lot of solid porch time)







There was one thing that wasn't awesome about this weekend: the BYU/Utah game. 

But the rest of the time? Perfection.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

This Week

This week was full of good things.  So good, in fact, that I'm finding the only time to blog right now.  At this very moment.  Late Friday night.

I'll take it.

Every week I tutor a Mexican couple who are wanting to take the citizenship exam soon.  We go over the questions they will be asked and practice speaking for the verbal portion, as well as review some other things that will be included in their experience.  I love them.  So much.  They are such a nice couple (and not only because they bring me homemade mexican food-bonus!) and we seriously laugh half the time we are studying.  They told me they'll bring me a super hot/spicy burrito next week.  I can't wait.

I've also gotten really into estate sales.  Today we went to 7.  It was kind of awesome but also kind of embarrassing, because I think it makes us seem like we're 80 years old.  The one thing I kind of regret not buying?  A fur coat.  The thing I am most happy about buying?  Tarot cards.  (judge me).  I think I love it so much because I get to rifle through other peoples things...and it's totally ok! (even encouraged).  You know the one Seinfeld episode when Jerry finds the fungus cream in the girls medicine cabinet and they talk about people who are nosy and just go through other peoples things?  That's totally me.  Anyways, it's good but it's also bad because now I'm getting in the habit of just walking into people's homes and asking how much things cost.  Awesome.

I also went to the zoo.  NW was a champ and made it happen, which I appreciated.  It turned out being a perfect day for animal watching (minus the otters who were MIA) because the crowds were limited and the weather was not too hot, not too cold (all you need is a light jacket).  It brought back memories of the one time I ate whatever bug they gave us to feed the birds (it was a dare) (and it was also a lot more recent than i'd like to admit on this blog) and I even wore my animal print scarf (shout-out to the last time when i went to the zoo and everyone wore an animal/animal print.  solid work, guys).  And I bought an icee in a cool cup.  Hello, I am Cindy, and I am 4 years old.

Other cool things accomplished this week?  Homemade eclairs, Costco hot dogs, more estate sales, being a winner at Jeopardy, and Grandma's 87th birthday.

Next week has a lot to live up to.


Thursday, September 20, 2012

American Pride

I will elaborate more on my amazing trip to Bear Lake later (tomorrow?) but for now I just want you all to soak up the amazingness of my friends and our dedication to America.


George Washington was such a legend.

And I don't know what I would do without these friends.  No joke.  Who else would reenact a historical scene...more than once...and (pretend to) like it?

(ps doesn't Logan make a real good leader?  his beard! too bad he's taken)

Friday, September 14, 2012

Follow up and Randoms

You guys. Thanks so much for voting. Thanks especially to the one person who voted eleven times in a row option c: "why do you still live at home.". It was really sweet of you to reinforce my adulthood. Or lack thereof. You know who you are. Actually, I know who you are, too, because you told me. Punk.

I'll do a full recap on the results of the survey early next week. Until then I just wanted to say a couple of important things.

I'm at the airport right now and the kid two seats away (I say kid but he's probably early 20s) is working real hard on a drawing of a girl on one half of the page and words on the other half. I can't read it all, but the top line says "to the most wonderful girl in the world".

Creepy. He doesn't even know me.

Also. My uncle who was in town this week really likes working on cars. So when he saw an old, unworking Pontiac sitting in front of our house he jumped to the challenge. I also jumped at the challenge because it could be driven by yours truly. I need a set of wheels.

If you had wanted to find me on Wednesday, you would've looked under the hood, or the body, of the car.

We did a couple intense things, including changing the fuel pump (obnoxious), and when we went to start it up?

Still didn't work. It was a tragic little day. But I guess I did get to inhale a substantial amount of gasoline. (bonus?)

Also I went to my first NFL game this weekend. Broncos vs. Steelers. It was maybe one of the best days ever.

Point is, friends: have a most awesome weekend. I know I will!


Thursday, September 13, 2012

I am the worst

I am the worst granddaughter in the world.  Maybe.  Actually, you tell me.

The last few days my aunt and uncle have been visiting.  One of the responsibilities that comes with living at home is giving up your room when people come to visit.

I used to sleep and still technically have a room downstairs in the basement, where grandma currently resides.  But since she kind of wanders and gets up a lot at night, and often talks to things that aren't there, I am temporarily displaced upstairs. Which is fine for me.  The room upstairs is where aunt and uncle slept when they were visiting.

Which meant I was back in my old domain, sharing walls with grandma.  I know, the typical life of a 26 year old.  We are so dramatic.

I didn't realize how often or how early grandma gets up during the night until the last couple nights.  The first night I slept downstairs, I woke up to grandma yelling at 6:30am (ish): "Help! Help! I'm starving! I haven't eaten in one and a half days! Help!"  (we had dinner the night before.  don't worry)

She yells help a lot.  Most of the time it means she needs attention.  Or the bathroom.  

So when I heard her yelling help at 6:30am, I just kind of ignored it and went back to sleep.  Some normal people get up that early on a daily basis, but when you're unemployed that hour is unacceptable.  Because if you get up early you have to find things to do all day long.  The longer you sleep in, the less time you have to kill before you get to sleep again. 

The next morning grandma started yelling help at 5:30am, way too early for anyone (except my old roommate who used to go to the gym everyday that early.  she made me feel sad about myself).  Her helps again went unnoticed by me, as I faded in and out of dreamland for the next couple hours, waking up occasionally to the sounds of her pleas.  I must say she was more consistent than normal, but I still kept sleeping.  It's the only thing I'm good at these days.

Around 9 am I finally decide to roll out of bed.  I open my door to grandmas place and I see that her cries, this time, were warranted.  

Her bed in the basement sits right below one of our windows.  They are well windows, and that night had seen substantial rain.  Turns out that the well had gathered a good amount of rain throughout the night, and the window wasn't properly sealed, thereby creating a leak into grandmas room.  All night long.  So when I walked out of my bedroom, I walked into soaking carpet.  Yes, the room had flooded all the way to my door.  

I guess when my aunt went down to get her, she heard grandma yell "Help! Call the homeowner!"


This time, grandma was right.


And I slept right through it.