Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Ashli, with an "i"
Dear friends, it is with great regret that I am passing along this particular piece of wisdom.
1. Never, EVER trust a girl named Ashli... especially if her name is spelled with an "i"... AND ESPECIALLY if the "i" is dotted with a heart.
As some of you may have figured out, I am the Matron of Honor (I know, MATRON?! It sounds SO OLD!) for a wedding near the beginning of May. I had the great fortune of trying on my dress the same weekend of the shower. It looks GREAT! (... it's even LOOSE! WOO HOO!) :) There was, however, a moment of despair when I looked at myself in the mirror and realized my farmer's tan from the past 4 years was still visible with the cut of the dress. This was the moment I decided to sign up for tanning sessions at a local tannery.
Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, did her best to sell me on the various packages. The best thing to helping me that was described? The "high pressured, no-burn guaranteed bed"... which the tannery was having a sale on. It spoke right to my heart. She assured me that she would be there the next day as I purchased the package and had my first burn free tan.
Now, I know fake baking is bad for you. Trust me, I get it. But do you know what else is bad for you? I can recall the images of every single girl in a bridesmaids dress that had tan lines or an improperly fitting dress I have ever seen. Evil versus evil. I only fake bake for certain occasions, and spread it years apart. Tanning = lesser evil, trust me.
I went back in the next day to meet *sigh* Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, and she was nowhere to be found. Her... um... enthusiastic? co-worker assured me that the bed was indeed high pressured, no-burn guaranteed, and on sale. The total was slightly higher than hers, and even the manager when summoned agreed with me that Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, has no basic math skills.
My first experience with the bed was pleasant. I was worried about burning, especially after I got in and had to consciously suppress the remembered aroma of vinegar haunting my childhood memories.
As a kid, I liked to be outside. My skin does not agree with the sun or allow sunblock to form an actual "block," and many sunburns were so severe that vinegar was used to lessen pain. As a direct result, I can remember being the "stinky kid" that nobody wanted to be seen with and had no idea they were so stinky or that nobody wanted to play with them. These realizations have come to me as an adult, and I look back at that time with fondness, so make no mistake that I am and have always been happy with my childhood. :)
My second experience was today. Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, was present, and set the bed for me. She also led me to a different bed, farther in the back, and gave me instructions. After setting the timer for TWENTY FOUR MINUTES (yes, TWENTY FOUR MINUTES) and assuring me that this was a low time for new beginners in this particular bed, she left me to my demise.
The word of the day is "sunburn," my friends. Closely following that is "I knew I shouldn't have trust that b*tch at the tanning place."
Needless to say, I now have reason to refuse service (and/or RUN) from anyone named Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, forever more.
Hope all is well with you and yours. :)
1. Never, EVER trust a girl named Ashli... especially if her name is spelled with an "i"... AND ESPECIALLY if the "i" is dotted with a heart.
As some of you may have figured out, I am the Matron of Honor (I know, MATRON?! It sounds SO OLD!) for a wedding near the beginning of May. I had the great fortune of trying on my dress the same weekend of the shower. It looks GREAT! (... it's even LOOSE! WOO HOO!) :) There was, however, a moment of despair when I looked at myself in the mirror and realized my farmer's tan from the past 4 years was still visible with the cut of the dress. This was the moment I decided to sign up for tanning sessions at a local tannery.
Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, did her best to sell me on the various packages. The best thing to helping me that was described? The "high pressured, no-burn guaranteed bed"... which the tannery was having a sale on. It spoke right to my heart. She assured me that she would be there the next day as I purchased the package and had my first burn free tan.
Now, I know fake baking is bad for you. Trust me, I get it. But do you know what else is bad for you? I can recall the images of every single girl in a bridesmaids dress that had tan lines or an improperly fitting dress I have ever seen. Evil versus evil. I only fake bake for certain occasions, and spread it years apart. Tanning = lesser evil, trust me.
I went back in the next day to meet *sigh* Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, and she was nowhere to be found. Her... um... enthusiastic? co-worker assured me that the bed was indeed high pressured, no-burn guaranteed, and on sale. The total was slightly higher than hers, and even the manager when summoned agreed with me that Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, has no basic math skills.
My first experience with the bed was pleasant. I was worried about burning, especially after I got in and had to consciously suppress the remembered aroma of vinegar haunting my childhood memories.
As a kid, I liked to be outside. My skin does not agree with the sun or allow sunblock to form an actual "block," and many sunburns were so severe that vinegar was used to lessen pain. As a direct result, I can remember being the "stinky kid" that nobody wanted to be seen with and had no idea they were so stinky or that nobody wanted to play with them. These realizations have come to me as an adult, and I look back at that time with fondness, so make no mistake that I am and have always been happy with my childhood. :)
My second experience was today. Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, was present, and set the bed for me. She also led me to a different bed, farther in the back, and gave me instructions. After setting the timer for TWENTY FOUR MINUTES (yes, TWENTY FOUR MINUTES) and assuring me that this was a low time for new beginners in this particular bed, she left me to my demise.
The word of the day is "sunburn," my friends. Closely following that is "I knew I shouldn't have trust that b*tch at the tanning place."
Needless to say, I now have reason to refuse service (and/or RUN) from anyone named Ashli, with an "i," dotted with a heart, forever more.
Hope all is well with you and yours. :)
Monday, March 28, 2011
Party Weekend
Overall, I'd like to think this weekend was a big success. This weekend, the fruits of my labors came together for Kym's Bridal Shower and Bachelorette Party. Of course, I could be biased about how great it went. :)
The festivities truly began last weekend, as I finalized details of the weekend, picked up what I thought was the last of the decorations and miscellaneous items needed, and bought the outfits I was to wear to the parties. Thursday, Jeff's Mom was nice enough to bake 2 cakes for the shower (chocolate sheet cake and carrot cake -- YUMMY!) for me to pick up after a LONG day of working. Friday brought driving, baking the last cake, seeing my family, and seeing Kym. I also had a few panicked moments when I was told some guests (who had not RSVP'ed) were coming into town (and may be bringing their children to the shower) where I ran back to Dodge to buy what was truly the last of the decorations and extra supplies for said guests.
All in all, the parties were a smash hit. I absolutely cannot thank my Mom for helping, the other bridesmaids and families members who helped decorate and put everything together, and the guests who came and made Kym's day memorable.
The festivities began Saturday at 11 as we decorated the hall and ended at 230 am when I arrived home after the bachelorette party. Yesterday, I made the 6 hour trek back to KC and arrived exhausted and exhilarated. Duncan had apparently been sitting watch at the garage door for my arrival since Friday evening, and wasted no time greeting me with puppy kisses, puppy cuddles, and puppy farts. Jeff was even excited to see me, too. :)
In all, it was AWESOME seeing my family and friends, and seeing the labor of the last 3 months finally come together into an amazing day for my friend. Hope all is well with you and yours. :)
Friday, March 11, 2011
Read the Directions First Test
Ok, so any of those who know me know I struggle with few things... those few things just happen to be in large areas.
The other evening, Jeff and I decided to cook a raspberry swirl cheesecake... the recipe had been sitting on our counter with the ingredients in our fridge, taunting us for the last few weeks, as we have not had time to make it.
Jeff immediately took over the KitchenAid Mixer, while my particular job was gathering and measuring ingredients to add. 1 package cream cheese, check. 1 egg, check. 1/2 tablespoon lemon juice (or whatever it was... we like lemon and just always use a whole lemon), check. Pour half in pan and then drop in raspberry preserves, check... whoa, wait a minute. The raspberry preserves sunk to the bottom of the mixture like the Titanic. This didn't look right... and further more, why was the mixture so fluffy?
Well, upon Jeff and I intently reading the recipe again, we found the lemon juice was supposed to be "divided," my guess is to lighten up the preserves to prevent major sink-age. Also, the mix was simply suppose to "combine, but not mix the ingredients well." Oops, that would explain why it looked like Meringue (and yes, I had to look that up). Hmm... we decided to bake it anyway and see how it turned out.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER! The cheesecake ended up to be a disaster... it looks like someone got sick and vomited on top of burned Meringue... with a gentle heart and adventurous nature, my husband decided to dish it up and see how it tasted. Well, remember what I said it looked like....??? Yeah, tastes about like that, too. We figured it MIGHT get better with time to sit (like those, 'eat the next day because it tastes better after sitting' dishes). Nope. Still the same, if not a little worse.
Jeff had remarked upon finding our mistakes in the recipes that I may have had trouble with some of my schoolwork. The conversation went a bit like this:
J: "You know those read-the-directions-first tests we used to take in school? Did you ever have problems with them?"
Me: "Why do you ask, what what does it have to do with this?"
J: "Where you'd be the only one writing, and everyone else is just sitting there?"
Me: "Yeah...."
And then it hit me: Real life application of those tests to cooking. NO WONDER I'VE BEEN HAVING SO MANY DISASTERS (toasters aside, because I swear those 11 pieces of crap malfunctioned on their own!).
In any case, I tried to upload pictures of the "cheesecake," and even my computer rejected it. :)
Hope your day is tastier than ours! :)
The other evening, Jeff and I decided to cook a raspberry swirl cheesecake... the recipe had been sitting on our counter with the ingredients in our fridge, taunting us for the last few weeks, as we have not had time to make it.
Jeff immediately took over the KitchenAid Mixer, while my particular job was gathering and measuring ingredients to add. 1 package cream cheese, check. 1 egg, check. 1/2 tablespoon lemon juice (or whatever it was... we like lemon and just always use a whole lemon), check. Pour half in pan and then drop in raspberry preserves, check... whoa, wait a minute. The raspberry preserves sunk to the bottom of the mixture like the Titanic. This didn't look right... and further more, why was the mixture so fluffy?
Well, upon Jeff and I intently reading the recipe again, we found the lemon juice was supposed to be "divided," my guess is to lighten up the preserves to prevent major sink-age. Also, the mix was simply suppose to "combine, but not mix the ingredients well." Oops, that would explain why it looked like Meringue (and yes, I had to look that up). Hmm... we decided to bake it anyway and see how it turned out.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER! The cheesecake ended up to be a disaster... it looks like someone got sick and vomited on top of burned Meringue... with a gentle heart and adventurous nature, my husband decided to dish it up and see how it tasted. Well, remember what I said it looked like....??? Yeah, tastes about like that, too. We figured it MIGHT get better with time to sit (like those, 'eat the next day because it tastes better after sitting' dishes). Nope. Still the same, if not a little worse.
Jeff had remarked upon finding our mistakes in the recipes that I may have had trouble with some of my schoolwork. The conversation went a bit like this:
J: "You know those read-the-directions-first tests we used to take in school? Did you ever have problems with them?"
Me: "Why do you ask, what what does it have to do with this?"
J: "Where you'd be the only one writing, and everyone else is just sitting there?"
Me: "Yeah...."
And then it hit me: Real life application of those tests to cooking. NO WONDER I'VE BEEN HAVING SO MANY DISASTERS (toasters aside, because I swear those 11 pieces of crap malfunctioned on their own!).
In any case, I tried to upload pictures of the "cheesecake," and even my computer rejected it. :)
Hope your day is tastier than ours! :)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Heather, Party Planner Extraordinaire
Heather, Party Planner Extraordinaire. Let me tell you, in addition to my domestic diva skills, I am also becoming quite the party planner extraordinaire. In fact, I could probably add both to my resume pretty soon. :)
As some of you know, I am the Matron of Honor for my dear friend Kym. As her wedding is quickly approaching, I have found myself ordering invitations, booking venues, and planning the ultimate good time in party games. In fact, I've even wrangled her fiance into helping with some. :)
As per usual, there is usually a setback in my abilities. As many of you know, when I cook the setback is typically the smoke detector. I am somewhat ashamed to admit that when it comes to party planning, doing too many things at once seems to be my setback... For instance, I was checking out Jeff's cousin's registry for baby items while ordering invitations, and included the location of the cousin's registry instead of the couple's on the invitations. Oops. At least it was a quick fix, and Kym was totally ok with registering for more cool kitchen gadgets at another location. God bless dear friends! :)
Hope all is well with you and yours!!! :)
As some of you know, I am the Matron of Honor for my dear friend Kym. As her wedding is quickly approaching, I have found myself ordering invitations, booking venues, and planning the ultimate good time in party games. In fact, I've even wrangled her fiance into helping with some. :)
As per usual, there is usually a setback in my abilities. As many of you know, when I cook the setback is typically the smoke detector. I am somewhat ashamed to admit that when it comes to party planning, doing too many things at once seems to be my setback... For instance, I was checking out Jeff's cousin's registry for baby items while ordering invitations, and included the location of the cousin's registry instead of the couple's on the invitations. Oops. At least it was a quick fix, and Kym was totally ok with registering for more cool kitchen gadgets at another location. God bless dear friends! :)
Hope all is well with you and yours!!! :)
Friday, February 18, 2011
The 8 Do-Mores
I have been staring at The 8 Do-Mores each time I am with my clinical supervisor, and this week more than any other time, these have found a special place in my heart.
THE 8 DO-MORES
1. Do more than exist, LIVE.
2. Do more than touch, FEEL.
3. Do more than look, OBSERVE.
4. Do more than read, ABSORB.
5. Do more than hear, LISTEN.
6. Do more than listen, UNDERSTAND.
7. Do more than think, PONDER.
8. Do more than talk, SAY SOMETHING.
Hope all is well with you and yours, and that you, in your own way, find yourself Doing More. :)
THE 8 DO-MORES
1. Do more than exist, LIVE.
2. Do more than touch, FEEL.
3. Do more than look, OBSERVE.
4. Do more than read, ABSORB.
5. Do more than hear, LISTEN.
6. Do more than listen, UNDERSTAND.
7. Do more than think, PONDER.
8. Do more than talk, SAY SOMETHING.
Hope all is well with you and yours, and that you, in your own way, find yourself Doing More. :)
Friday, February 4, 2011
The Snow-pocolypse
You may have all noticed the last 2 titles of blog posts both contained the theme of what is considered to happen near the end of the world. While it is not 2012 just yet (tee-hee), these are also terms that the media have been throwing around freely over the past week or so.
While they may have used these terms as "shockfactor" to indicate a blizzard headed our way, I honestly remember worse from when I was growing up in western Kansas. We DID get quite a significant blizzard (it looked like an angry 5 year old was shaking a snowglobe violently outside of our home); news reports indicate our neighborhood got anywhere from 15 to 23 inches (how scientific is that... I can guess-timate that the North Pole's temps may vary from cold to colder, so THERE people who get paid to pay attention!). It WAS really nice to get to actually "do lunch" with my husband, who was able to work from home for 2 days (we had Heather-sized drifts in our street and driveway, and our garage door was iced shut).
We also have been shopping for new glasses for me. We realized my eyes may have began declining when Jeff's favorite game became "Guess what my wife thinks this movie is" on Netflix, but had no idea the significance of what would occur in my recent eye appointment.
For those of you following along at home, I have had glasses since 8th grade. At that point, they were more "optional" than not in order to work with my astigmatism. They became mandatory when I entered graduate school, as my eyes could not keep up with the amount of reading. At this point, they are pretty much a daily feature. I tell you this to explain how much of a surprise it was when my eye doctor suggested something that still makes me shudder to this day: bifocals. WAIT, WHAT?! I'm only 20-something!!! He noticed immediately my disdain for this recommendation and began backpedaling quickly; in truth, I may have been a bit forceful when I politely declined his recommendation. At this point, he explained, they were merely optional, although he indicated in 5 years they would no longer be optional.
This has, of course, rattled me slightly. My dreams have been riddled with my new white hair motif as I sit knitting in front of various situations (I kid you not). Jeff has had a few good laughs out of it. It has also made me think about our lifestyle. I cannot tell you the last time we went out with friends, the last time I went to a *shudder* bar (perhaps my bachelorette party..???), the last time I CHOSE to be young. I also spend much of my time doing responsible, previously thought to be boring things, like scrapbooking, cooking, and working. My biggest excitement over the past month has been getting groceries for a whole week for the total of $9.18 (thank you coupons!). Perhaps my dreams are not too far off.....
As most things that are labeled "optional" in my eye care, I have chosen to not partake in getting bifocals this year. I believe I will save this as a 30th birthday present to myself... if I can last that long. :)
Hope all is well with you and yours! :)
While they may have used these terms as "shockfactor" to indicate a blizzard headed our way, I honestly remember worse from when I was growing up in western Kansas. We DID get quite a significant blizzard (it looked like an angry 5 year old was shaking a snowglobe violently outside of our home); news reports indicate our neighborhood got anywhere from 15 to 23 inches (how scientific is that... I can guess-timate that the North Pole's temps may vary from cold to colder, so THERE people who get paid to pay attention!). It WAS really nice to get to actually "do lunch" with my husband, who was able to work from home for 2 days (we had Heather-sized drifts in our street and driveway, and our garage door was iced shut).
We also have been shopping for new glasses for me. We realized my eyes may have began declining when Jeff's favorite game became "Guess what my wife thinks this movie is" on Netflix, but had no idea the significance of what would occur in my recent eye appointment.
For those of you following along at home, I have had glasses since 8th grade. At that point, they were more "optional" than not in order to work with my astigmatism. They became mandatory when I entered graduate school, as my eyes could not keep up with the amount of reading. At this point, they are pretty much a daily feature. I tell you this to explain how much of a surprise it was when my eye doctor suggested something that still makes me shudder to this day: bifocals. WAIT, WHAT?! I'm only 20-something!!! He noticed immediately my disdain for this recommendation and began backpedaling quickly; in truth, I may have been a bit forceful when I politely declined his recommendation. At this point, he explained, they were merely optional, although he indicated in 5 years they would no longer be optional.
This has, of course, rattled me slightly. My dreams have been riddled with my new white hair motif as I sit knitting in front of various situations (I kid you not). Jeff has had a few good laughs out of it. It has also made me think about our lifestyle. I cannot tell you the last time we went out with friends, the last time I went to a *shudder* bar (perhaps my bachelorette party..???), the last time I CHOSE to be young. I also spend much of my time doing responsible, previously thought to be boring things, like scrapbooking, cooking, and working. My biggest excitement over the past month has been getting groceries for a whole week for the total of $9.18 (thank you coupons!). Perhaps my dreams are not too far off.....
As most things that are labeled "optional" in my eye care, I have chosen to not partake in getting bifocals this year. I believe I will save this as a 30th birthday present to myself... if I can last that long. :)
Hope all is well with you and yours! :)
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