My One-hundred-and-sixty-fifth Post

Why is my can of racketballs "sealed for freshness"?

My One-hundred-and-sixty-fourth Post

Scrubbing hairspray buildup off of the bathroom mirrors: 15 minutes

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Ridding the vacuum of every trace of hair: 30 minutes

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Vacuuming hair off the floor: 10 minutes

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Pulling nasty slimey gobs of hair out of the shower drain: 45 minutes

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Convincing my roommates to shave their heads: Priceless

My One-hundred-and-sixty-third Post

Last month when I was home, my three year old nephew was recruiting me to play Mario World with him on an old SNES. Really, he just wanted me to beat everything for him. He was especially excited when I ended up at the back door to Bowser's Castle. Except that's not what he called it. He called it Browser's Castle.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Age of the Internet.

My One-hundred-and-sixty-second Post

I just wrote a post about my weekend, but I accidentally published it on my family's blog instead. I'm too lazy to fix it, so instead, you get...

Pictures of Everything: Installment 4

Rest in peace, little peanuts. Rest in peace.

My One-hundred-and-sixty-first Post

Last Friday we took my nieces and nephew miniture golfing and then to McDonalds for lunch. They were very excited and began chanting "Happy Meals!" for a bit. After a while it morphed into "Happy Nuggets!" (because the Happy Meals we had ordered were of the chicken nugget variety). When they realized that we weren't going to stay and eat at the restaurant, though, it suddenly changed to "Sad Nuggets." They repeated this phrase about a billion times on the drive home.

A few days later, my nephew tripped and fell (as most young children are prone to do from time to time). He landed on his posterior and immedietly excalimed: "BUTT! Owwie Nuggets!"


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Bwahahaha!

My One-hundred-and-sixtieth Post

Actually, I almost made it on. And by almost, I mean, he ripped my ticket and let me past the Very Official Door guarding the little walkway that lead to the airplane. And then he called me back. The cabin door had been closed early. Thirty seconds too early. And so, while one agent was yelling down the passageway for an explanation, the other gingerly motioned me back into the airport proper. Probably afraid I would refuse to come. But it was not his fault anymore than it was mine. Now I'm sitting here. And the whole time I've been sitting here, the little restaurant/bar next to me has been playing Billy Joel songs nonstop.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-ninth Post

Pictures of Everything: Installment 3

From what I've heard, the weather in Provo today is pretty dismal. My sympathies. Arizona is gorgeous and warm and sunny today.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-eighth Post

Guys, mini is always better. Trust me.

I've always had a love for all things dainty and small. Even in kindergarten, I used to dig through the crayon bin to find the small slender crayons instead of the fat ones. When I would set the table, my place had to have a little salad fork instead of the larger dinner fork. I would lust after those mini ice cream cones (you know-- the ones that were only like 4 inches tall). If there was something big that could somehow be made smaller, I wanted it. I've gotten over that somewhat, but every once in a while the preference for all things little pops up.


Thus you can imagine my excitement when I discovered my roommate owned mini cupcake pans. I could make mini cupcakes! Little mini ones! I have a feeling I will now be making cupcakes a lot more often than I have in the past.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-seventh Post

So I'm moved into my new place-- yay! Except they only have wireless Internet. Only. My laptop doesn't have a wireless access, so I have been essentially cut off from the world for four days. Sad.

My roommate Hamburger has a desktop computer, so we bought a wireless adapter for it. I'm using her computer for now. I will hopefully be getting a wireless card from my dad in the near future. He said he'd mail it to me, which seemed strange to me because I will be at home next week anyway.

Speaking of which, I WILL BE AT HOME NEXT WEEK! My parents are going to Australia (!) for a couple weeks, and I'm clearly chosing that window of time to go see my sisters without having to deal with my parents. (Kidding!) I'm mostly going to help keep an eye on my little brothers and make sure they don't burn the house down... too much.

I'm excited about going home. Hopefully that thought will sustain me tomorrow at work. I'm looking at a 16 hour day. And Friday won't be much better. Stupid Women's Conference.

My One-hundred-and-fifty-sixth Post

Pictures of Everything: Installment 2

And now, a very special episode of Pictures of Everything: