Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
en da [mother]hood
I finally get it. At least some part of it. What its like to be a mother. Not in the sense of motherly love but in the amount of work it take. Last night I started my weeklong stint as pseudo mother for the Shippens. Today I put a movie in for the chillens so I could clean the kitchen. I ended up falling asleep on the coach for two hours. Good thing Clara was smart enough to restart the movie.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
waffles
we had a waffle party this morning. no one came. it was ok. i got more strawberry syrup and whipped cream for myself.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
nostalgia
it's been stormy here in UT. That only reminds me of Michigan. Ohhhh...how I love that state. Watching the storm last night reminded of TFAC and Tracey's pool. I even put on my TFAC sweatshirt for nostalgia. Let then two weeks I'll be in land of lakes, salt bagels and humidity.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
commitment
i'm noncommittal. thats why i hate signing apartment contracts and taking showers. my roommate tell me that I should date freshmen. By getting in the shower, it means that you are committing to the day. Staying in PJ means that you are not. Sometimes my roommate has to threaten me to get into the shower. I like smelling good and feeling clean. But somedays I need a little less commitment.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
el noche
I went to bed last night smelling like campfire and covered in paint. I was too lazy to take a shower. At least I did brush my teeth. I woke up in the middle of the night really hungry. I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread. Mine you that I wasn't wearing my glasses and the apartment was only light from the light of my ipod. This morning I woke up with a stomach ache. I decided that some toast would be the perfect cure. Only to find out that my bread was moldy. Really moldy. Thous the stomach ache.
Monday, August 2, 2010
family time
So my whole fam bam was in town for a week of reunioning. I got scrapes from the Alpine Slide. Bruises from Dirt Biking. Scrapes from being pushed down a snow field. And blisters from ironing. I'm a weekend warrior. Also so my Mother loves me. She cleaned my room for me and bought me rice.
On to my other family. Tonight for FHE, we pulled out the flannel and headed to the mountains for a bonfire. We played pooh sticks and defeat the french. Ate starbrusts and smores. Fun stuff.
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