I made this in class Tuesday. Not to interesting but it tastes REALLY good. It's a devils food cake filled with peanut butter and cream cheese filling. Yummy.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thumbs up for anyone who can tell me where the title comes from and who says it. Do ya know? do ya do ya?
Anywho. I started a blog about my time in Tiajuana surprisingly before my sis brought it up. But it's not done. Truth be told I've been feeling busy and uninspired lately. I don't want to do another "my semester so far" recap either because, well school bores me, I'm sure it bores you too. I'll just say my criminal justice class gets more graphic every day. My business class is still my favorite. My lit class is, well almost over I guess. I am oozing with hatred towards my PR class. I find it hard to drag my butt to class because spring is finally springing. Knock on wood.
Speaking of knocking on wood, I really should have this past Tuesday. Ya see, I am taking a cake decorating class at my local craft store. Very exciting indeed. That is until I got there. I was strolling on back to the classroom when I bumped into my ex boyfriends (yes THAT ex boyfriend) mother. She offered me a curt hello, I smiled and said hi and we went out seperate ways. Now, good friend Julie is taking the class with me so I turned to her and said, "That's Ean's mom" and thought nothing more of it. Until that is I got to the classroom and it dawned on me. Ean's mom is a cake decorator, a really good decorator. Hm... So I said to Julie "Wouldn't it be trippy if Ean's mom was the instructor?"
KNOCK ON WOOD!!! KNOCK DAMMIT!!!
No sooner had the words left my mouth than she walked in the door in her full instructorness. Apron, bag o' tricks, everything. Oh. Holy. S#!@. Ok, this is cool, I can handle this. No big deal at all I'm totally over that whole situation, we are meeting now in a purely professional capacity and if she says anything mean I get to report her to her bosses. Teehe. I sit. I take a few deep breaths to counter the initial shock. I am fine.
"Did you bring everything?" She says.
What I thought: I brought my caddy which has tips and other such sundries, but none of this everything you speak of. No one told me to bring anything let alone everything. What I said: "Everything? What everything?"
"Well, you'll definitely need icing. Do you have any at home?"
What I thought: Oh of course I always have a tub or two of icing randomly laying about the house. In fact I made some between school and work and coming here just on a whim. What I said: Nope I don't usually have much by way of left overs.
"Well I have some in my fridge you can use it. You'll have to go get it though, Jeff (her husband) has the baby (demon spawn)."
What I thought: Well this just keeps getting better and better. What I said: OK, that won't be any problem at all.
So I go, I exchange pleasantries with Jeff (who might in fact still like me or at least not hate me) gaze upon the baby, who tragically looks just like his mother (ok ok he's a cute little bugger, but I didn't say that), grab the icing and head back to class, which has already begun so I'm starting off behind. Greeeeeeat.
I run in get settled and proceed to make do with what I have. What I have plus what Julie has (she didn't get the 'everything' memo either, nor did half the class) plus a little bit of what Liz (the mother) has. I did pretty good all things considered. I was pretty frazzled for the first 1/2 hour or so but I think that was because of my total lack of preparedness. Which would have happened even if it hadn't been Liz but was magnified by the fact that it was and I have always had just a touch of an inferiority complex when dealing with her. But I did will, Julie did well, Liz hovered. A lot. Everything will be fine. More of an annoyance than anything. I'll just have to blow her away with my mad skills.
Anywho. I started a blog about my time in Tiajuana surprisingly before my sis brought it up. But it's not done. Truth be told I've been feeling busy and uninspired lately. I don't want to do another "my semester so far" recap either because, well school bores me, I'm sure it bores you too. I'll just say my criminal justice class gets more graphic every day. My business class is still my favorite. My lit class is, well almost over I guess. I am oozing with hatred towards my PR class. I find it hard to drag my butt to class because spring is finally springing. Knock on wood.
Speaking of knocking on wood, I really should have this past Tuesday. Ya see, I am taking a cake decorating class at my local craft store. Very exciting indeed. That is until I got there. I was strolling on back to the classroom when I bumped into my ex boyfriends (yes THAT ex boyfriend) mother. She offered me a curt hello, I smiled and said hi and we went out seperate ways. Now, good friend Julie is taking the class with me so I turned to her and said, "That's Ean's mom" and thought nothing more of it. Until that is I got to the classroom and it dawned on me. Ean's mom is a cake decorator, a really good decorator. Hm... So I said to Julie "Wouldn't it be trippy if Ean's mom was the instructor?"
KNOCK ON WOOD!!! KNOCK DAMMIT!!!
No sooner had the words left my mouth than she walked in the door in her full instructorness. Apron, bag o' tricks, everything. Oh. Holy. S#!@. Ok, this is cool, I can handle this. No big deal at all I'm totally over that whole situation, we are meeting now in a purely professional capacity and if she says anything mean I get to report her to her bosses. Teehe. I sit. I take a few deep breaths to counter the initial shock. I am fine.
"Did you bring everything?" She says.
What I thought: I brought my caddy which has tips and other such sundries, but none of this everything you speak of. No one told me to bring anything let alone everything. What I said: "Everything? What everything?"
"Well, you'll definitely need icing. Do you have any at home?"
What I thought: Oh of course I always have a tub or two of icing randomly laying about the house. In fact I made some between school and work and coming here just on a whim. What I said: Nope I don't usually have much by way of left overs.
"Well I have some in my fridge you can use it. You'll have to go get it though, Jeff (her husband) has the baby (demon spawn)."
What I thought: Well this just keeps getting better and better. What I said: OK, that won't be any problem at all.
So I go, I exchange pleasantries with Jeff (who might in fact still like me or at least not hate me) gaze upon the baby, who tragically looks just like his mother (ok ok he's a cute little bugger, but I didn't say that), grab the icing and head back to class, which has already begun so I'm starting off behind. Greeeeeeat.
I run in get settled and proceed to make do with what I have. What I have plus what Julie has (she didn't get the 'everything' memo either, nor did half the class) plus a little bit of what Liz (the mother) has. I did pretty good all things considered. I was pretty frazzled for the first 1/2 hour or so but I think that was because of my total lack of preparedness. Which would have happened even if it hadn't been Liz but was magnified by the fact that it was and I have always had just a touch of an inferiority complex when dealing with her. But I did will, Julie did well, Liz hovered. A lot. Everything will be fine. More of an annoyance than anything. I'll just have to blow her away with my mad skills.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I'd like you to meet my new best friend: 
The Nikon Coolpix 5600. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I will soon be uploading pictures of "the haul" and other such fabulouses. You're giddy with excitement aren't you? You are... I know...
The Nikon Coolpix 5600. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I will soon be uploading pictures of "the haul" and other such fabulouses. You're giddy with excitement aren't you? You are... I know...
Saturday, March 11, 2006
So yeah. This week scurried along with less than much to report. My fever finally broke Monday night after I slept for...oh 100 years. Just call my Rip Van Katy, or Katy Van Winkle. You choose. Anyway, besides the nagging sleepiness that's hanging on I am all better. Which is good because I had 3 tests this week.
Imaginative Lit on Tuesday, SWISH, nothin but net. It was 50 multiple choice questions and 2 "short essay" questions to be done in one hour 20 minutes. I got through the multiple choice bit in around 15 minutes. No problem. The "short essay" however kicked my butt. His idea of a short essay is a two to three page paper. Two of em, in an hour!!! The first one was a no brainer, we had to say who we thought the hero of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was and explain why using specific references from the book. Not to tough. It just took me longer than it should have so by the time I got to the second one where we had to dissect Dragonslayer and Dragonsbane and compare and contrast them, I only had like 20 minutes left. I wrote and wrote and wrote and still only got about a page and a half and didn't manage to discuss nearly as much as I wanted to but oh well. We got our tests back Thursday and I got 25 out of 25 on my first essay and 23 out of 25 on the second mostly because I didn't complete my thought. But I got all sorts of very good and excellent points and such so I was pleased. BTW, if you haven't read Dragonsbane and are at all interested in Fantasy literature I would recommend it. It's kind of a slow starter but if you can make it to the meewinks it's great.
Business test did not go as well. There was lots of best guessing going on but I had missed a couple days during that section and hadn't managed to find time to study between naps. I'm not overly concerned with that class though, I manage to get around 80 on my tests, I hardly ever miss and I participate a lot. The things that are taught in that class just kind of come naturally to me anyway. My Criminal Justice class was much the same except I managed to study and feel like I did very well.
So it snowed this week. A lot. A few stray inches Wednesday, enough that I made my mom drive me to school. Yeah yeah I'm a big woosey. But my car sucks. Well, my tires, suck. There's general suckness. By Wednesday afternoon most of the snow was melted. Thursday, no snow, blue skies in fact. Friday we woke up to 12 inches of snow and it just keeps comin. We had very little snow all winter. I would go so far as to say no real snow. A flurry here and there. Now, here we are, knocking on the door of spring and Southern Utah gets DUMPED ON. My PR teacher even sent people home that had to travel for the weekend. Last night we got three more inches. I didn't drive my car yesterday either, again making my mom drive me to school so this morning my car was buried under 15 inches of snow. Between what was building up on the ground and what was hanging over from the roof you could see about three inches of the paint job. So I bundled up and dug it out. Poor car. She was so cold, living in her little ice cave.
Bushes in my yard are completely buried. Pine trees look like little more than mounds of snow. And it just keeps coming. I look out the window right now and see static. TV is out so we read and watch movies. I was going to make St. Patricks day cookies but my dough froze. It's cold. Did I mention the doors and windows in my house were open because my mom tried to burn down the kitchen? Yeah, cold. Anywho, hope things are warmer and more entertaining where you are!
Don't eat yellow snow...
Imaginative Lit on Tuesday, SWISH, nothin but net. It was 50 multiple choice questions and 2 "short essay" questions to be done in one hour 20 minutes. I got through the multiple choice bit in around 15 minutes. No problem. The "short essay" however kicked my butt. His idea of a short essay is a two to three page paper. Two of em, in an hour!!! The first one was a no brainer, we had to say who we thought the hero of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was and explain why using specific references from the book. Not to tough. It just took me longer than it should have so by the time I got to the second one where we had to dissect Dragonslayer and Dragonsbane and compare and contrast them, I only had like 20 minutes left. I wrote and wrote and wrote and still only got about a page and a half and didn't manage to discuss nearly as much as I wanted to but oh well. We got our tests back Thursday and I got 25 out of 25 on my first essay and 23 out of 25 on the second mostly because I didn't complete my thought. But I got all sorts of very good and excellent points and such so I was pleased. BTW, if you haven't read Dragonsbane and are at all interested in Fantasy literature I would recommend it. It's kind of a slow starter but if you can make it to the meewinks it's great.
Business test did not go as well. There was lots of best guessing going on but I had missed a couple days during that section and hadn't managed to find time to study between naps. I'm not overly concerned with that class though, I manage to get around 80 on my tests, I hardly ever miss and I participate a lot. The things that are taught in that class just kind of come naturally to me anyway. My Criminal Justice class was much the same except I managed to study and feel like I did very well.
So it snowed this week. A lot. A few stray inches Wednesday, enough that I made my mom drive me to school. Yeah yeah I'm a big woosey. But my car sucks. Well, my tires, suck. There's general suckness. By Wednesday afternoon most of the snow was melted. Thursday, no snow, blue skies in fact. Friday we woke up to 12 inches of snow and it just keeps comin. We had very little snow all winter. I would go so far as to say no real snow. A flurry here and there. Now, here we are, knocking on the door of spring and Southern Utah gets DUMPED ON. My PR teacher even sent people home that had to travel for the weekend. Last night we got three more inches. I didn't drive my car yesterday either, again making my mom drive me to school so this morning my car was buried under 15 inches of snow. Between what was building up on the ground and what was hanging over from the roof you could see about three inches of the paint job. So I bundled up and dug it out. Poor car. She was so cold, living in her little ice cave.
Bushes in my yard are completely buried. Pine trees look like little more than mounds of snow. And it just keeps coming. I look out the window right now and see static. TV is out so we read and watch movies. I was going to make St. Patricks day cookies but my dough froze. It's cold. Did I mention the doors and windows in my house were open because my mom tried to burn down the kitchen? Yeah, cold. Anywho, hope things are warmer and more entertaining where you are!
Don't eat yellow snow...
Monday, March 06, 2006
I got into the doctor this morning. He looked in my ears said "Yup some pressure" looked at my throat, said "That's one of the scarier throats I've seen lately" and listened to my lungs which were shockingly clear. "At least you don't have bronchitis again" he says and heads out the door. Yes, his bedside manner does leave something to be desired. For instance a bedside manner....
"Dude" I think, "You should feel my glands, they are bound to be setting records." But he doesn't. He comes in with a prescription for amoxicillan and my preeeeecioussssss histenex, and boots me out the door. Nice. So I took my meds around 10 and am already feeling better so hopefully the rest of the week will run smoothly. I already missed a not so pop pop quiz in PR today, and I have two midterms tomorrow, one of which will be a no brainer. Which is good since my brain has gone into hibernation. So I sleep today. And apparently blog. But I'm done with that now and am going back to sleep.
Thanks for all your well wishes.
PS. The essay I was so annoyed about from my lit class can be read here if you're interested.
"Dude" I think, "You should feel my glands, they are bound to be setting records." But he doesn't. He comes in with a prescription for amoxicillan and my preeeeecioussssss histenex, and boots me out the door. Nice. So I took my meds around 10 and am already feeling better so hopefully the rest of the week will run smoothly. I already missed a not so pop pop quiz in PR today, and I have two midterms tomorrow, one of which will be a no brainer. Which is good since my brain has gone into hibernation. So I sleep today. And apparently blog. But I'm done with that now and am going back to sleep.
Thanks for all your well wishes.
PS. The essay I was so annoyed about from my lit class can be read here if you're interested.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
I'm sick again. Usually I am not a sick person. I'm normally a healthy person. I am the kind of person that saves her sick days for sick-of-work days instead of actually being sick. But oooooh no. Not anymore. I am now a generally unhealthy person who doesn't have sick days because she works hourly and if she doesn't work she doesn't get paid! It's times like this I miss the bank just a little. Of course it's not like I could get sick when things are pretty laid back either. Nope, I get sick during finals like last semester. Or mid-terms this semester. Spring break is next week people. Why couldn't I have gotten sick then? HUH?? Recap of the crap:
Friday afternoon around 2:30 my throat starts hurting. I start feeling all fever tingly and generally weary. Sweet boss lady and best friend feels my forehead and sho'nuff I'm warm. Freakin great.
Go home and proceed to lay on the couch covered in piles of blankets. Finally convince my mother that yes I actually am sick and it's not just in my head. Temperature, not bad, 100.2.
Watch the new Pride and Prejudice with Mom and Dad. I'm gonna say it. I think this Mr. Darcy could very well be hotter than the BBC Collin Firth Mr. Darcy. I know I can't believe it either.
During P&P my tummy starts rumbling, my legs start twitching from the hurtiness and my head moves slowly but surely to explosion.
Mom medicates me a LOT and sends me to bed where I switch from too hot to too cold about a bajillion times in 20 minutes.
In my fever and medication induced delerium I dream that I am decorating a cake and for some reason can't get the icing to stick to the cake. Crazy.
From about 2 in the am to about 5 in the am I am either in the bath tub trying to warm up or cool down, in the fetal position on the bathroom floor, or experiencing much unpleasantness pertaining to the porcelain god. Temperature, too damn tired to check it.
Finally I sleep.
Saturday I wake up and call boss lady informing her I won't be able to hang out that day because I am sick.
Have another bath hoping to warm up/cool down.
Can't swallow, hurts to bad.
Watch P&P again. Fall in love with Mr. Darcy some more.
Kinda sorta nap.
Mostly lay around being a ginormous lump on the couch.
Fever heads back down to 98.7. Hooray!!
Go to bed freezing, pile on three extra blankets. Still freezing. Get up to take a warm bath.
Temperature 102.
Sleep, dreaming crazy fairy flying dreams.
Too hot too cold too hot too cold too hot too cold.
Wake up almost normal feeling til I stand up and I remember my head wants to explode.
Go downstairs and lay back down.
Another warm bath to try and warm up and this time I actually washed my hair. Hooray!
Current temp, 101.8. Glands the size of quarters. Cough drops/chloraseptic spray ingested, too much.
General feeling of crapiness on a scale of 1-10, 8. I am actually feeling better today than I have but dude. This sucks.
Gonna go watch P&P again.
Friday afternoon around 2:30 my throat starts hurting. I start feeling all fever tingly and generally weary. Sweet boss lady and best friend feels my forehead and sho'nuff I'm warm. Freakin great.
Go home and proceed to lay on the couch covered in piles of blankets. Finally convince my mother that yes I actually am sick and it's not just in my head. Temperature, not bad, 100.2.
Watch the new Pride and Prejudice with Mom and Dad. I'm gonna say it. I think this Mr. Darcy could very well be hotter than the BBC Collin Firth Mr. Darcy. I know I can't believe it either.
During P&P my tummy starts rumbling, my legs start twitching from the hurtiness and my head moves slowly but surely to explosion.
Mom medicates me a LOT and sends me to bed where I switch from too hot to too cold about a bajillion times in 20 minutes.
In my fever and medication induced delerium I dream that I am decorating a cake and for some reason can't get the icing to stick to the cake. Crazy.
From about 2 in the am to about 5 in the am I am either in the bath tub trying to warm up or cool down, in the fetal position on the bathroom floor, or experiencing much unpleasantness pertaining to the porcelain god. Temperature, too damn tired to check it.
Finally I sleep.
Saturday I wake up and call boss lady informing her I won't be able to hang out that day because I am sick.
Have another bath hoping to warm up/cool down.
Can't swallow, hurts to bad.
Watch P&P again. Fall in love with Mr. Darcy some more.
Kinda sorta nap.
Mostly lay around being a ginormous lump on the couch.
Fever heads back down to 98.7. Hooray!!
Go to bed freezing, pile on three extra blankets. Still freezing. Get up to take a warm bath.
Temperature 102.
Sleep, dreaming crazy fairy flying dreams.
Too hot too cold too hot too cold too hot too cold.
Wake up almost normal feeling til I stand up and I remember my head wants to explode.
Go downstairs and lay back down.
Another warm bath to try and warm up and this time I actually washed my hair. Hooray!
Current temp, 101.8. Glands the size of quarters. Cough drops/chloraseptic spray ingested, too much.
General feeling of crapiness on a scale of 1-10, 8. I am actually feeling better today than I have but dude. This sucks.
Gonna go watch P&P again.
