Do You Believe in Santa?

I've been saddened lately with the amount of people who deny their children the joy of believing in Santa.

Francis P. Church responded to a little girls inquiry about the existence of Santa by saying:

"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there was no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished."

I feel like kids are no longer given the opportunity to be kids, and not believing in Santa is a major factor in that.

Why do people want their kids to grow up so fast? I see so many parents who, as Francis P. Church said, "have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age."

What is wrong with a little make believe?

It is OK to believe whole heartily in something that isn't there, it restores our youth!

And Jesus (the reason for this holiday season) even said in Matthew 18:4 "Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven."

I think we should all look in ourselves and decide if we believe in Santa.
Instead of growing up, take the time to "humble" yourselves "as a little child", especially now when the opportunity is right at hand!

And as long as you keep your priorities straight there is plenty of room for Santa during this Christmas season!

A Poem

I Hate Christmas Lights

a poem by Tacy Nelson

Christmas lights, so bright and cheery

I love to see you lit,

But when I go to string you yearly

it always ends with a fit.

Why do you refuse to work?

I really don't understand.

You make me feel like a big fat jerk

like YOU have the upper-hand.

All I want is some Christmas cheer,

is that so hard to see?

It only comes this time of year,

so please cooperate with me!

House of Horrors!

I hate the house I'm living in.

The reasons why include:

The owner of the house has his car parked in the two car garage and now that winter is here Jessie and I have to park out in the frosty air and defrost our cars every morning even though we are paying AMPLE money to have a two car garage.

The dishwasher doesn't work.

Someone else's stuff is in our basement and they have a key to our house and on occasion come over when we aren't here. I know who it is and I would have NO problem if they were to ask me if they could come over but knowing that someone is there while I'm not creeps me out. Plus IT'S ILLEGAL, key or not.

The electrical outlet in my bathroom doesn't work so I can't blow dry/straighten my hair in the bathroom and my electric toothbrush can't be plugged in unless I plug it in someone random in the house.

We got a notice in our mailbox that our mailbox isn't regulation height and the box isn't level. This is the 2nd time we got one of these notices and the first time we asked if we could fix it and send the owner the bill and he said no, he'd have someone fix it. It got fixed but it's now broken again. The post office gave us a month to fix our mailbox this time or they'd start holding our mail. I passed that info on but guess what...the mailbox still isn't fixed and as of Dec. 1st the post office has been holding my mail.

In the basement there is a 55 gallon garbage can that a random pipe drips into and we are expected to dump the garbage can every 2 days or so.

The doorbell doesn't work.

After receiving a $300 water bill in June I asked to have a plumber come look at the house and have asked a few times since...it is now December and no plumber has come cause the owner doesn't want to pay for it. Today I went into my bathroom and it smelled NASTY, I thought it was the garbage but it wasn't, there is a giant nasty wet spot all around my toilet (carpeted bathroom...sick) and it smells NASTY. So if someone had come in June when I asked there probably wouldn't be this problem and it would have been a lot cheaper to fix then then it will be now!

I thought I was signing a month to month contract so when the summer was over and a cheaper house was available I could give a 30 day notice and we could move. I guess I signed a year contract so now two of us have to pay what 4 of us were splitting and it is draining our savings and checking accounts and soon all the money we've saved will be gone and the owner of the house is just going to have to sue me because I can no longer afford rent to live in this DUMP of a house.

(none)

I saw this on a motivational poster the other day and thought it was kind of interesting:

Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.

I'd like to report that it inspired me to do something epic, but it didn't. It just made me think. Which these days could probably pass off as something epic. I don't seem to do much thinking lately. My mind is a blank slate I never seem to fill up. Which is probably why I haven't blogged a truly entertaining blog in a LONG time.

Hmmm.....

At The Risk of Cursing It

Because I am going to post this blog the weather is going to change, but can I say how GORGEOUS the weather has been?

I love the leaves (granted they are a little dry) blowing around in the gentle warm wind.

I love it all!

Rebel Without A Cause

For those who don't know I'm borderline obsessed with James Dean.

My car is named James (and my sisters named Dean) partly because of our obsession with him.

I own all his movies, which isn't too grand a feat because he only had the opportunity to be in three.

Today marks the 55th anniversary of his death.

I kinda wish he was still around, but all at the same time I probably wouldn't be obsessed with him if he was.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

I miss having TV.
I have A tv but I don't have TV and I miss it.

"Derelicte"

I hate having fresh 100% white shoes.
There is something about a worn in shoe that is so much better to me than a squeaky clean shoe, not just because it is more comfortable, but because it LOOKS better to me.

I have been wanting new shoes lately so today Amber and I were looking at shoes online and we came across the ones pictured above.
$118 dollars for those puppies.
Don't they look...dirty?

I've purchased worn jeans before, but there is something about a pre-worn shoe that is just...wrong.

(bonus points to anyone who can name where my title is from and the significance to the blog)

Pizza Delivery Nightmare!

I hate houses that don't have an obvious main entrance.

I use to deliver pizza's and I hated walking through the grass (because there was no side walk or stepping stones) to the door that appeared to be the correct door just to have someone yell at me from around the side of the house because, "They don't use that door."
Then why have that door?

I find myself looking at peoples houses and guessing which door would be the one I'd deliver a pizza to. Quite often there are two doors that look equally as usable, and that is just annoying.

The Princess and The Pea...errr Toad

This is a sad/kinda gross blog.

The other day I stepped out of my car and I felt something under my foot as I heard a crunch.

I got something out of the back of my car and looked down to see what I had stepped on and to my dismay it was a toad!

I almost cried.

Someone IS always watching me

Just an addendum to my previous blog.
He came into the Fudge Factory today.
Never in my almost 11 years of working at the Fudge Factory has he set foot in the store, but he came in today.
I almost cried I was so creeped out.
Even though the Fudge Factory is a public business I feel like he violated my space. The Fudge Factory was my safe haven, and now it isn't.

I always feel like somebody's watching me

I work at a gas station.

I am often overly paranoid about my personal security there.

When I get into work I always make sure the back door is locked, and whenever a customer comes in I stand by the silent alarm button "just in case".

There is this creepy guy who lives in town who comes into the gas station three of four times a night when I work. He always drives by and looks in the window as he drives by which kinda creeps me out cause I'm always looking out the window and I think he thinks we have a connection or something.

He hasn't really said much to me besides "hello" and "nice night to be doing laundry," once when I ran into him at the laundry mat. The reason I blog about him now is because the other night he came into the gas station and stayed in there and talked to me for 45mins before another customer came in and he finally left.

Because of the topics he wanted to discuss and the things he said he has passed the level of just 'kinda creepy guy who I see sometimes' to 'CREEPY guy who I wish would leave me alone'.

I know he bugs other people besides me. He is unemployed and doesn't do anything except drive around and bug people but I still can't help but think he is stalking ME.

Post Secret

I'm not sure if anyone noticed that I hadn't blogged for like a month.
I think that is the longest I've ever gone without blogging.
anyway...
I found this on Postsecret.com the other day.
I'm pretty sure 99.9% of those things are fake, but I thought that was interesting anyway.

Reflections of a Jr. High Substitute

Have you ever formed an opinion of someone in your head and then gotten to know that person better and your opinion was COMPLETELY changed?

As I said in an earlier post I've been working at the Jr. High lately and there is this one kid who I always see at church and in my head (knowing his family) I formed the opinion that he was a "good kid". Not just a "good kid" but an exceptionally good kid... a "good little church boy".
I've seen him pass the sacrament at church and just admired him because he seemed like such a good kid.
Well today that opinion was proven wrong and I was really crushed.

It was the last day of school and some kids wanted to stage a "rebellion" by wearing t-shirts with the sleeves cut off. (yesterday one of the kids got told to go put a shirt on because he didn't have sleeves and he got offended and staged this little event)
I was so sad when I saw the "good little church boy" show up with no sleeves.
Later on in the day I was watching a class he was in and some kids ("good little church boy" included) started throwing paper-wads and spit balls. I told them to stop and one of the kids threw one at me and everyone (including "good little church boy") laughed.
I wish I could have pulled him aside and said:
"Hey! you know better than to try to conform with these guys! People just want someone to follow, so YOU be the leader and let them follow you and just BE GOOD!"
During lunch I was watching everyone as they were playing outside and "good little church boy" was playing football with a group of boys. I was pushed over the disappointment edge when I heard the f-word being yelled.
I guess I had my expectations a little high for "good little church boy".
I was similar to "good little church boy" in high school. I didn't stand up and be the good little leader, I just went with the flow. I never did anything 'bad' (and I don't think "good little church boy" has either) but I still look bad and wish I could have just been just a little bit better.

When I was your age...

I've been subbing at the Jr. High lately and I've noticed myself saying, "When I was your age..." a lot.
For example:
When I was your age, we weren't allowed to bring hand-held video games to school.
When I was your age, we weren't allowed to bring our walk-man's to class.
When I was your age, drawing a gun in art was a no-no.
When I was your age we had to be quite in homeroom.
When I was your age we weren't allowed to make ash-trays in art class.

It's a whole new experience at the school then when I went there, and I can't decide if it was better then or now.

Good Morning/Good Night

Why is it that when I say, "Good morning" to someone I'm essentially saying, "Hello", but when I say "Good night" to someone I'm saying, "Goodbye".
If it is in the night shouldn't I be able to say "Good night" the same way I say "Good morning" and have it mean "Hello."

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's day to all those mothers out there.
And all those who want to be mothers.

"Everytime You Kill A Firefly On Your Windshield...

...somewhere a fairy drops down dead."

That is what tuna told me on the way home from Keokuk when fireflies kept hitting my windshield.

I really didn't have anything to post but I haven't blogged in like a month so I figured I'd better let the world know I wasn't dead.

Blame It On Jamie Foxx

Anyone can have a music career these days.
Jamie Foxx? Sure his song was catchy but come on. Did you see his performance at the grammies??!?! He can't sing AT ALL! It really was horrible.

And Ke$ha?! Her songs are SO synthesized it is ridiculous!

Working at the gas station I always listen to oldies and there isn't synthesizing going on there, it was pure talent from the artists.

These days all you need is to know someone and be marketable and you've got a career.

Changed?

I'm in some sort of pondering state of mind right now.

I've been really bored lately and I've had a lot of time alone with my thoughts. I've been reading old letters I've found and old emails I've sent and received and I've come to one conclusion:

I've changed.

And I'm not quite sure if it is for the better or not.

In some regards I feel as mature if not more mature then the average 24 year old, and then in other regards I feel as mature as a 14 year old.

I used to be funny and I'm not really funny anymore.

I use to have a confidence in myself that I seem to lack these days.

I use to be a social butterfly and these days I seem to enjoy being a recluse.

I use to not get along with Jessie and now we get along really well.

I use to have tons of friends and now I have....well....not tons.

Even my beautiful hair I used to brag about has changed. Jessie said it looks grayish and the other day in primary all the kids made weird "What did you do faces?!" and asked me why I colored my hair, and I haven't touched my hair.

all in all I'm not who I used to be and I'm not quite sure if I'm comfortable anymore.

I NEVER Cease To Be Amazed

I never cease to be amazed at my crazy imagination/paranoia.

A really kind older gentleman came into the fudge factory the other day and I offered him a sample. Instead of taking the sample he gave me (and Tuna who was working with me) a strawberry hard candy.

My imagination went right to work.

Thought #1: Don't take candy from strangers.

Thought #2: Why is he looking at me kind of funny?

Thought #3: Maybe he wants me to eat the candy and it's laced with drugs and I'll pass out.

Thought #4: Don't be ridiculous Tacy he is wearing an Angel Moroni label pin! He is harmless!

Thought #5: Don't be ridiculous Tacy, he is probably wearing that pin to fool you into thinking he is harmless and this candy is laced with drugs and he is going to kill you!

Thought #6: I bet this really kind gentleman act is an act to make me eat the candy...no one is genuinely nice these days.

Thought #7: He already ordered and paid...why he is he just sitting in his car outside the store?

Thought #8: Is he waiting for me to eat the candy?

Thought #9: Good, he drove off. I wonder if Tuna is going to eat her candy.

Swing Dog Swing

My dog, while among the most annoying dogs I've ever encountered, is also probably one of the cutest.

Today Tuna and I took him for a walk/ride and we played in the park.

Nubbins discovered his newest favorite activity.

Swinging.

forgive the wind in the video.

Major Understatement!

I donated blood on Friday and the phlebotomist said I might "bruise a little" because of the difficulties she was having.

I've donated before and have never had as many difficulties as I did friday.

First the phlebotomist dug around in my arm looking for a vein.

Then, she must have poked THROUGH the vein instead of just tapping into it because about 14 mins into donating (you have 20 mins to fill your bag...once you hit 21 they can't use the blood and I've NEVER taken more than 10 mins to fill a bag) I started clotting and blood was oozing out from where the needle was inserted.

After that, she dug around some more trying to find a fresh stream in that vein so I could fill the bag.

Well the bag ended up being like 95% full and my vein just wasn't giving anymore blood.

I got home and had a little bruise, like she said, and my arm had swollen where she inserted the needle.

Now my arm looks like this:

actually that picture doesn't do it justice.

the bruise continues down around the other side of my arm and is really really dark purple.

And it's not just one of those really bright unpainful bruises...it hurts. PLUS it is still swollen where she inserted the needle.

Sing, Sing a Song!

At what age is it officially "uncool" to sing.
I remember loving to sing in church when I was little and then when I got older my mom would have to force me to sing.

I teach the 8 years old in church and there are two boys in my class who LOVE to sing.
When the pianist starts playing the music they perk up in their chair and belt out the tunes. There are a couple of other kids in my class who like to make fun of those two because they sing. Not for HOW they sing, but for the simple fact that they are singing.
I don't get it!

One of the little boys in my class is SO cute when he sings.
I hate to confess he actually made me cry the other day.
We were sitting in primary and he was messing around with a book his mom had given him. I asked him a million times to put it away and pay attention but he just kept looking at the book. As soon as the music started playing he put his book in his bag, sat up at the end of his chair and sang...really loudly, with lots of gusto. He didn't take his eyes off the chorister for one second. And he wasn't ashamed to be singing, even though is voice is weird and I'm sure no one but me knew what he was singing.
And it made me cry.

Anyway...I just want to know when it is officially uncool to sing, and then when it is officially ok to sing again.

You know you're lazy when....

You need a machine to crack your eggs for you.
Is this for real?!
I have always loved infomercials. The way they make every day tasks seem so dramatic is quite comical.
Here is another one for ya.

I saw this commercial today, but instead of getting the bacon wave you get:

I'm sure after seeing that commercial you thought, "Genius!! Why didn't I think of that before?!""
I know why you didn't think of that before...because cracking eggs ISN'T difficult!
And for $20 you can buy enough paper towels to clean up any egg mess you might make.
What a joke.

New Obsession

I used to hate buffalo wings.

Now I can't get enough of them.

I'm almost tempted to say the word love.

I think I might love wings.

that's all.

A Prize!

I got another blog prize!!
Thanks Katy!!!

You might think, "Wow...a readers digest condensed book...what a treasure."
It IS a real treasure! Plus it can hold a real treasure.

It's one of those fancy book safes!! You know you see them in the movies and they usually hold a gun or something. Well now I have one.
I hope no one reading my blog sneaks into my house and finds this book on my self...because they'll know exactly what it is.

...and it's still snowing

(it's a ruler if you couldn't tell)

Needless to say I'm kind of glad I'm test driving a 4-wheel drive tank this weekend.

(not literally...it's a limited 2007 dodge nitro, but it feels like a tank)

Pride Comes Before The Silver

WARNING:
This blog may show a side of me you may not know exists. A vengeful, unforgiving, callow, malicious, obsessive,

austere

side of 'the Tacy', heretofore only made manifest to a select unfortunate few.

Continue at your own risk!

I LOVE the Olympics.

(I couldn't just type "love" because that would be false, I LOVE the Olympics)

I LOVE both the summer and the winter Olympics, neither one could take top rank in my book of LOVE.

In the winter I especially love mens figure skating. My favorite male figure skater (up until he retired in 2003) was Alexei Yagudin.

He is from Russia and he was amazing.

Alexei had a rival who really didn't like him. Alexei shared mutual feelings for this guy. His name was (and still is) Evgeni Plushenko (said with disdain).

I've heard people say, "Who is your favorite football team?" and I've heard people respond, "Whoever is playing against BYU."

Every since Alexei (sexy Alexei I used to call him) retired my response to, "Who is your favorite figure skater?" would be, "Whoever is competing against Plushenko (said with contempt)."

Plushenko (said with malevolence) is, in a word, pompous.

He thinks he can do anything, and he can do it ten times better than anyone else.

Don't get me wrong, Plushenko (said with rancor) is an amazing skater. He can land a quad with amazing precision (not as good as Timothy Gable, the quad king, but that is a different post). And he really knows how to entertain a crowd, but what really bothers me is that he is so stinkin arrogant about it. There isn't a humble bone in his body.

I haven't kept up on figure skating too much lately, but I knew going into these Olympics, Plushenko, (said with disgust) had come out of retirement just to prove he could win two gold medals in a row (arrogant? I think so!).

After short programs he was in the lead, but not by much.

In an interview he mocked his competition by saying "If the Olympic champion doesn't know how to jump a quad, I don't know...Now it's not men's figure skating, now it's dancing."

Poking at the fact that Evan Lysacek had decided to not put a quad in his routine.

Plushenko (said with hostility) was the final long program skater, and when he finished his routine he held up two fingers, his arrogant way of saying, "look at me, I just won the gold again."

Well pride cometh before the fall Mr. Plushenko (said with cheek)!

He just wasn't good enough to get the gold twice in a row.

Ha! You Lose!!

(I fully understand that this post makes me no better than Plushenko (said with malice) but I just so happy that he lost I had to post something)

(ps: can I also publicly state that I think Johnny Weir was robbed in his long program scores, not that any of my readers care, but I just had to say it)

When I Grow Up...

... I want to live here:

Blame it on the Holiday

I'm sure everyone has heard the Tennyson poem ending:

'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

But is it true?

Is it really better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?

Considering I've never been in love and therefore have never lost love I can not profess to be an authority on love and loss, but the upcoming holiday has planted seeds of cynicism in my mind.

After all...over half of all marriages end in divorce these days.

Thinking it over in my mind I keep telling myself that it would be better to have never loved than to have lost a love, but that seems so cynical.

But I don't think Tennyson was necessarily talking about marriage.

For example, I love my dog.

Nothing makes me happier than picking my dog up from the vet. Seeing him wag his tail and jump into my arms as though he thought he'd lost me forever and I'd come back gives me the best feelings. It is moments like that that I know he loves me too.

Nubbins is getting old, and I know he'll die someday, so when he does die will all the good times we had be for naught because we can never have them again? Of course not!

The same can apply to a human to human relationship.

Relationships are like fires. Fires have to have fuel. All relationships are fueled with good times. The relationships that end poorly just stopped being fueled. So should you never have started the fire in the first place? Of course not!

Even if your fire is extinguished by no fault of your own, I'd argue it is still better to have felt the warmth of a fire then to have been cold forever.

I don't think any amount of bad experiences in a relationship could make up for the lessons learned in actually having the relationship.

So I guess in my mind Tennyson is right:

'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Cake and Birthdays

I posted a while ago that I was in a cake class and I never posted anything else, so here are some pictures.

The first class we all made rainbow cakes. I didn't get a really good picture because I was trying to get a picture of the border around the bottom.

Jessie's rainbow cake.

I can't take credit for the cupcakes above...I believe Jessie did the star one, and my mom did the flowers.I was 100% anti-clown when we went into the class but after learning how to make it I think it is really cute!

That is the cake part, now for the birthday part!
In my family we are very avid birthday celebrators. I know some people who just let their birthday roll around and they may have a cake or something but that is it. That doesn't work in my family, birthdays are a time to celebrate.

Because I love geocaching, my mom and my sister spent hours making me a geocaching birthday scavenger hunt. I got a set of coordinates that led me to someone who had another set of coordinates for me.
It was lots of fun!
At the end I got a new laptop (which I really needed because my old one, beside being ancient, was missing keys) and a purple dinosaur cake Jessie made using the skills we learned in class.
She did an amazing job!
Today is Nathan's birthday, and the theme for his birthday was "perpetual kid!"
So I used the skills I learned in class and made him a lego cake.
Sorry for the long post....and the lack of fun content.

Just So Ya Know...

It's my birthday!

I'm going to have a hard time convincing people in my cake decorating class that I'm a year older. One of the ladies in there thought I was 13!

The Pain of Reading

I love books.
I'm almost 100% positive no one knows that about me though because I don't read as often as I'd like to.
"Why?" you might say, "Do you not read if you love books?"
Here is your answer:
I get so into reading that I kind of become obsessive.
I wrote a blog a while ago about how I live my life vicariously through other people, be it a tv show character, movie character, or even a real person. I need to add book characters to that list.
When I watch a TV show it is usually about 42 mins long and the characters have gone through something and the situation has been resolved. Add a couple more hours to that same situation and you have a movie. Everything happens in a reasonable time frame, so when I watch I don't feel guilty sitting there and watching.
Nothing bugged me more then when we would watch a movie in high school and it'd get shut off half way through so we could watch the rest the next day.
When I read I can't just put the book down and wait to read the rest the next day. I have to read (or listen to) the whole thing or I'll lose sleep!
Just yesterday my mom and Jessie and I were listening to the book The Hunger Games (by Suzanne Collins. It's really a page turner!) and at about 9:00pm my mom said "Ok, lets shut it off for tonight." I don't even know HOW she could say that! After she left Jessie and I hit play again and listened until 2am when it was finally over.
It's like that for everything I read. Not just the suspenseful page turners, everything!

It is an unhealthy relationship I have with books.

End Of The Road

I've reached the end of the "fixing my arm" road.
I had a consultation with the orthopedic surgeon this morning and she informed me that the surgery I was recommended for would only help me move my arm if my rotator cuff was causing the immobility in my arm, but it is my deltoid muscle causing the immobility.
So I'll never feel nor move my upper arm again.
The best chance to get any strength in my arm is physical therapy to strengthen my rotator cuff, but it still won't move like it did.
I'm not complaining though!
I'm alive!
The only thing wrong with me is that my stupid arm doesn't move and there are plenty of ways to adapt to that. I've been blessed beyond what I deserve in my safety, and in a mom who is willing to do whatever it would take to get my stupid arm to work again.

Thanks for all the prayers that were offered in my behalf during all this!
I couldn't have better friends!

Parting is such Sweet Sorrow

I wasn't going to write a blog because I feel like everything I have to blog about these days is fluff, but I have to post something and this has been on my mind. So bare with me and when I'm finally inspired to write something inspiring I promise I'll deliver.

I love Lost.

I don't think I've ever stuck with a TV show through it's whole life and loved it as much as I love Lost.

Like Jimmy Kimmel said, "If you don't follow it closely it's hard to understand, but if you do follow it closely it's even more difficult to understand."

It confuses the crap out of me and sometimes I swear it has gotten so weird I'll never come back, but I always return.

This is the last season and I can't wait! I have so many questions, and even though I'm sure they can't all be answered I know at least some of them will be cleared up.

Feb. 2nd just can't come quick enough!

And That's the Way the Cake Crumbles...

(not my picture. thank goodness)

It has been a very weird feeling to break for the norm of four years and not return to school this January. Graduating is weird!
When my mom and my little sister suggested I take the Wilton cake decorating classes at Hobby Lobby with them I jumped on the bandwagon!

We meet every Tuesday for two hours.
Last week was just basically just a 'welcome, this is what you need and here is your homework' type lesson.
Tomorrow (or today, however you look at it) we each have to take an already baked and filled and frosted cake to class.
We decided to bake our cakes today so tomorrow all we have to do is frost the cakes and go.
The first cake we made looked ok but had lots of airbubbles in it and the top domed up a lot (which is fixable but still a little disheartening).
We poked the second cake with a toothpick a million times and each time the toothpick came out clean, but when it came time to remove the cake from the pan half the cake came out and half stayed in and the both sides were covered in cake batter.
The third cake baked level (no dome in the middle) and came out of the pan just fine, but after about 15 mins of cooling on the rack it sunk in in the middle telling us it could have baked just a little bit longer.
The forth cake we made (to make up for the uncooked and broken second cake) domed up in the middle and about an inch stuck to the bottom of the pan when we were taking it out (all fixable), but when we went to level the cake off it started to crack into pieces on the side.

I certainly hope every Monday isn't like this!!

I'll keep you updated on what we do in class and how well we do! I'm excited!

It Pays to be Crafty

Jessie decided she wanted to make a jean quilt.
Nothing too fancy... just squares with an adorable backing fabric.
Katy and I went through a phase where every pair of jeans we owned went into an "I'm making a jean quilt someday..." box.
I told Jessie she could use our jeans (hope that's ok Katy) and she commenced cutting squares.
Last night as she was cutting up a pair of jeans she reached into the pocket and found $7 and a movie ticket stub.
Who knows how long it has been there and how long it would have sat there if she didn't decide to make a quilt.

What kind of tree are you?

that picture is for you katy :)

Who doesn't like to people watch?
If I know I'm going to be in a group of people I try to place myself in just the right way so that I can people watch.
My roommate Jamie and I used to get Dairy Queen and then go to the Wal-Mart parking lot and people watch.

When Jessie (tuna) people watches she tries to figure out what kind of animal the person she is looking at would be. It's kind of funny because as soon as she says, "The guy over there getting a drink....He'd be a lizard", I can see exactly what she's talking about.

My title alludes to the infamous question Barbara Walters asked in an interview...but if you're curious as to what kind of tree you are follow THIS link :) I'm a cypress tree which I guess means:
"Strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give, happy
content, optimistic, needs enough money and acknowledgment,
hates loneliness,faithful, quick-tempered, unruly, pedantic and careless"