tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43501247661917363992024-03-12T19:57:18.673-07:00Love NotesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-45130763048969669722013-07-08T20:35:00.000-07:002013-07-08T20:42:05.070-07:00Copenhagen Love<br />
I made it through a stressful day today without using any curse-letters or laying down on the sidewalk and ugly crying, so as a reward, I'm letting myself blog a little about my trip to Denmark, and hey, isn't it about time anyways?<br />
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On the P.S. You are about to be overwhelmed with pictures up in here. Denmark has this whole situation going on where you just take pictures and eat pastries and take more pictures. That's life.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Denmark is an important stop on this journey because it's where Eric and I were introduced to "the pastry." Like. Literally. THE pastry (s). </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"> Denmark is also important because there is water there. It's like the Scandinavian Venice, only it means business and everyone is blonde. Which is good. I fit in.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">And for some reason I love being by the water. Rivers. Beaches. Lakes. Hotels with pools. I love it all.</span></div>
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This is Newhavn. One of my favorites of all the places I visited.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"> I knew I liked Denmark before we got off of the metro. But I REALLY knew I liked Denmark when we took a cruise around the harbor Our guide gave the tour in Danish, German, and English (Danke Schoen) which was impressive. </span></div>
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This castle was for straight up vikings. The G's of the ancient Europe.</div>
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The water here is so clean and pure you can just drink it straight from the mote.... JK. </div>
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And chandeliers. They just know.</div>
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One of the things I loved most about this castle was that directly to the left of the lake was a huge end-of -the-school-year party for all the high school students. They were all wearing ridiculous costumes, getting very tipsy (next to a lake... not public health) and getting down (in a foam pit) to some Usher. You could hear the music from the castle. Hip hop castles. Oh man I love Denmark.</div>
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Of course before the close of the day we had to have flower soda. Or whatever. I don't know. Eric ordered it.</div>
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This building is also at the park where Eric and I sat around admiring (staring at) all the people who were just chilling (loitering?) in the park. Like really. Hundreds of them.</div>
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This is also the place where Eric and I had a serious discussion about whether or not we should eat one of the famous hot dogs, ice cream, and pastries, all within an hour of each other. It was one of my favorite memories of the trip. And also one of life's most soul searching dilemmas.<br />
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In the end the decision was obvious. Look at that brother of mine. Champion of dogs. </div>
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But on to the grand finale. I give you. The Danish. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-41022905112555156622013-06-07T13:10:00.001-07:002013-06-07T13:10:23.110-07:00So Long, FarewellTomorrow I leave Vienna to start my Oxford Program.<br />
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You guys. My heart is major broken. I love this place. I learned so many things in this place. I ate so many croissants in this place. I made some good friends in this place. Today I wandered around all of my favorite places in the city. Stephanplatz, Karlsplatz, Naschmarkt, and on my way home an old italian man serenaded our train car (with lyrics that supposedly were funny?). It was like the perfect ending to a perfect week.</div>
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So logically, to create balance, Eric and I escaped into the countryside of England.</div>
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On recommendation of the family we stayed with, we stopped in this little village called Castle Combe. Right there in the middle of town we found an old church and some cake for sale by the side of the road.</div>
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We spent the night at an old barn from the 1690's where monks used to stay. This is the view we woke up to in the morning.<br />
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Anyways, my brother has the rest of our photos from Bath, so this is as much as I've got for you. I'm doing my best to organize all my pictures and post things. But I'm also trying to cram in as much Vienna as I can before I head back to Oxford. I'll do my best though.<br />
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You guys. This is it. This is the best burger I have ever eaten in my entire life. It's from this little hole in the wall in the up and coming neighborhood we stayed near. It's from a place called Honest Burger. Oh my word. Ladies and Gentleman this was it. This was the real deal. </div>
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Hello from London,<br />
I have so many pictures to share, but I have been so busy eating fish and chips and Kinder chocolate that I haven't had time to go through them and post them. But in the mean time, here is a picture of me squinting in front of the Tower Bridge. Cool. So coming up, a blog post full of pictures and an important announcement about cheeseburgers because that's important.<br />
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P.S. Matthew I am taking tons of pictures with my phone and how do you feel about being the Jay-Z of me and Nicole and Amoray's Destiny's Child cover band?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-90470933409141817092013-05-25T01:30:00.000-07:002013-05-25T05:49:49.342-07:00After a long day of running around LondonI accidentally deleted the most important picture taken yesterday which of course was the picture of the tart I ate. Last night I was depressed about not being able to brag about that pastry. But just know. That picture would have blown you away. This was the kind of pastry people write raps about. You would have been all "dang, look at that pastry." Anyways. The past 2 days haven't been too touristy, but instead more of a frantic search to find wifi, not get lost on streets filled with people that look like the bad guys from Home Alone, and finding my brother with out a phone. Oh and shopping (which I had to fit in before my brother got here)<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-13668907462357976532013-05-22T15:54:00.001-07:002013-05-22T16:00:13.077-07:00Leaving on a Jet Plane<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-3205641998425405702012-03-14T18:08:00.004-07:002012-03-14T19:03:14.570-07:00This is why I don't blog<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw09i-CdMo8/T2FNWJ3Yy6I/AAAAAAAAAho/7FVjoluY-ws/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw09i-CdMo8/T2FNWJ3Yy6I/AAAAAAAAAho/7FVjoluY-ws/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719938044737932194" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Confession: Today I made stir fry. In the oven. Because I was too lazy to stand over the stove and stir it. </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I needed a break today. It was one of those days where I got home, took a nap, and woke up thinking it was tomorrow. Then I crawled out of bed and baffled over why the heck there was astroturf all over my jeans. Just one of life's many mysteries.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Anyways, since I spent all day dreaming about the delicious <a href="http://joythebaker.com/2012/01/crunchy-kale-and-coconut-bowl/">kale rice bowl</a> I ate yesterday, I decided that toasted coconut and I were going to have another get together. Then I remembered that I had put my jeans in the wash with a blanket that I had used to sit on to watch my roommates soccer game on an astroturf field. Mystery solved? You betcha. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">It's definitely one of those days. Lucky for me I found a <a href="http://www.howsweeteats.com/">new food blog</a> that I am crushing on. Now my "oven fry" (I can't really justify calling it a stir fry) has joined me on the couch for a mixture of reading blogs, blogging blogs, and finding a documentary to watch on netflix. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span>Here's the important part. I realized that the reason I never blog is because I never have pictures. I never take pictures anymore. If I did you would end up reading blog posts that were full of pictures of toast with jam. I can't help it. I'm just a girl with a crush. I'm not ashamed.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span> The thing is I have been trying some fun yummy new recipes lately, but I haven't taken pictures of them. So I haven't posted them. They are delicious though. You can trust me on that one.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>P.S. Want to hear the best part of my day? You do? Ok I will tell you. Today I decided not to skip my international health class (it's my favorite class as of late) and we had a guest speaker. And he looked exactly like <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=dr.+mcdreamy&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=FkphT9jNDeiSiAKZ_OnlBA&sqi=2&ved=0CCoQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=643">Dr. McDreamy</a>. And I'm pretty sure he was wearing <a href="http://www.jcrew.com/mens_feature/highlightreel.jsp">Jcrew</a>. The only thing that could have made that class better would be if I had a slice of toast with jam on it. McDreamy. McJammy. McLove.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-47776055931053660712012-03-05T16:39:00.003-08:002012-03-05T18:32:33.993-08:00Major Crushin<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_O_pw_1nvJ8/T1V2OVaP0MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/byLwxb9SEyw/s1600/grandma.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_O_pw_1nvJ8/T1V2OVaP0MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/byLwxb9SEyw/s320/grandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716605290654191810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span >(Just FYI, we all entered into a social contract that we would make silly faces for this pic.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span > Grandma sure slyed her way out of this one.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">You guys. (Or should I say you mom, because I think she is the only one who still reads this blog) (Or maybe you Laurel, because she is just plain awesome) I am in one of those moods. It's the weather. I can tell. Anyways, for some reason I have been crushing on everything today! </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Crushes:</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Frozen fruit... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Sunny weather... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Breakfast... Major Major Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Jiggity jog in the park.... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The insane amount of families having family time at the park... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKlxjbhB9HE">This video</a>... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Not wearing a coat to class... Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Check </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Check</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I'm not kidding around. There is so much to love out there. I hope your day has been just as dandy and full of love. I'm going to sign off before this gets too lovey dovey.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-7518236069539632272012-01-28T09:09:00.000-08:002012-01-28T20:05:44.448-08:00Hey Dee Hey<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ZMYKpnSPA/TyQy4GGfFSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VEOpIDJ-Whg/s1600/pineapple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-ZMYKpnSPA/TyQy4GGfFSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VEOpIDJ-Whg/s320/pineapple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702738967449769250" /></a><br />So listen. It's 2012. Are you loving it or what? 2012 is going to be a great year. I can just tell. It's going to be full of wonderful things. Count on it. I've been working on a few new things this year. I'm not one for new years resolutions, but I do love a good fresh start every now and then.<div><br /></div><div>Reality check time (Grab your tissues): My best friend 'o life went to Spain for a year. She is busy eating eggs with potatoes, and hiking, and speaking a beautiful language. I miss her so much I could cry, or curse, or litter. So I take all my blogging/writing abilities and cram them into overly dramatic emails for her to read, and have neglected my already neglected blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do me a favor. If you have a best friend who is not in Spain. Give them the biggest hug of your life. Tell them you like their new shoes. Watch a funny youtube video together. Recall the embarassing time you ate granola together. Recite some inside jokes. And then tell them, for the love of everything, never to go to Spain unless they pinky promise to take you with. Learn from my mistakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now it's time for some binizz. I'm going through an existential crisis. I'm not really sure what the purpose of this blog is anymore. Plus this punk kid told me my blog is lame. He is lame. I hope he reads that. (Colton). Anyways. Maybe I'll turn this into one of those blogs where I post pictures of cute animals and crochet tutorials. Maybe I'll make one of those blogs where I put on vintage clothes and take pictures of myself looking at the ground and then tell you where to buy each item. Or maybe I will just keep sporadically posting whenever I feel like it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Deal? Deal.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-63040928890716061572011-11-01T18:08:00.000-07:002011-11-01T22:42:48.137-07:00To the Greatest Lil' Sis Ever!!!<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />You should really change your password every now and then.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">From: Your Family</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We love you! Happy 21st Birthday! We hope that the last 21 days have found you noticing a bit of our love sprinkled throughout your life. If you hadn't figured it out, the gifts and presents that were appearing at your apartment came from the whole family. We want to make sure that you know that we know that you are the greatest little sister to ever have lived.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We appreciate everything you bring to our family: your smile, your humor, your kindness (even when we tease you pretty relentlessly), your advice, your interest in our lives, your example, your testimony, your love, your cuteness (because Heaven knows none of the boys help in that department), and so many other wonderful attributes that make you who you are.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We feel honored to call you our sister/daughter. And to show you how much we love you we've decided to post these:</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE3zrt_ZJjA/TrCaMJaiPxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5JyRSYAnTD0/s1600/Cragun1%2Bcatherine%2Bfan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iE3zrt_ZJjA/TrCaMJaiPxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5JyRSYAnTD0/s320/Cragun1%2Bcatherine%2Bfan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201464335777554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4OIfngGbA/TrCaMspSXeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Q3YcucZjK4E/s1600/Catherine_SP2145.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4OIfngGbA/TrCaMspSXeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Q3YcucZjK4E/s320/Catherine_SP2145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201473792892386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxzkPJSNsw0/TrCaNF-lyqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8tsednC6uzE/s1600/Catherine_SP2139.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxzkPJSNsw0/TrCaNF-lyqI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8tsednC6uzE/s320/Catherine_SP2139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670201480593132194" /></span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Happy Birthday Lil' Sis! We love you!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Love,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your whole family</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-87208656313556378462011-10-17T18:32:00.001-07:002011-10-18T12:24:22.521-07:00Mysteries and List Checkin<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icff8WNSPvs/TpzsX3T1uzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Iw9O2FTmIw0/s1600/horses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Icff8WNSPvs/TpzsX3T1uzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Iw9O2FTmIw0/s320/horses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664662326053550898" /></a><br />First of all. My shift key stopped shifting. Lame, I know.<div>Second of all. Some mystery person keeps leaving mysterious treats/gifts on my doorstep.</div><div>I, for the life of me, cannot figure out who.</div><div>I thought I had a pretty darn good idea.</div><div>But the clues just don't add up. I just can't figure it!</div><div>Anyways. If any of you have any experience in some serious detective work. Or have any access to a fingerprinting kit. Let me know.</div><div>Second of all. Do you want to check some sturff off of <a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/">the list</a>? Of course you do. </div><div><br /></div><div>This weekend my brodawg Christian and I went to visit my grandma. Our intention was to surprise her, but it turns out that Christian and I are terrible at surprising people. But it didn't matter. We still got to see her. We chatted about the NBA over fancy ice cream bars. Then the next day the whole Eddington clan picked apples from off her trees and consequently I made apple crisp sunday night. Check, Check and Half check. (that was too many checks, I know, but it's catchier this way, trust me)</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I registered for the Halloween Half. Now all I need is a tutu. Tootoo? Twotwo?</div><div>A ballerina costume.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways. I need to go for a jiggity jog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao for now!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-91730854826777504382011-10-12T16:46:00.001-07:002011-10-13T12:20:59.656-07:00News and a Teaser?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDj_3WbSues/Tpc4xab-wCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Q7FENFdv0UU/s1600/apples.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDj_3WbSues/Tpc4xab-wCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Q7FENFdv0UU/s320/apples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663057478003114018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Photo from <a href="http://www.louisburgcidermill.com/?page_id=3155">Here</a>)</div>First we have a few items of business<div>1. I have 3 different versions of "YMCA" by the village people. One is labeled under pop music, one is labeled under dance music, one is soul and R&B. I have no memory of putting any of them on there. Why do you need to know this? Why don't you need to know this.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I have spent the last five minutes trying to decode the handwriting of the mystery saint who left me cookies and a poem today. Mystery saint, if you are reading this, hug yourself and pretend it's from me, give yourself a high five for making delicious cookies, and you may want to start thinking about a career in poetry. You've got something going there. P.S. those cookies? They were "toe-licking" good. Get it? Ok nevermind.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. I'm hanging out with Haley Johnson tonight. Did you know that I love her? Did you know she makes gumbo that could create world peace? What a girl!</div><div><br /></div><div>Second of all. Did you know the weekend is almost here? Of course you did! What's on your to do list? Want to see mine?</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Study for exams</div><div>2. Eat peanut butter cereal</div><div>3. Cross some things off the ol' <a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/martin-kratt-and-art-of-growing-up.html">list</a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll keep you posted of course!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-2434697616420129382011-10-06T13:20:00.000-07:002011-10-06T19:27:59.826-07:00Check it off the list!<a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/227153081_Pg3I6El2_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 554px; height: 390px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/227153081_Pg3I6El2_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u>Shep Studio</u></span></div><br />First of all, can you believe this rain? Me either! I half love it, half need some new socks.<div>Second of all, can you stop listening to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqoB7D1zGNo">Blind Pilot</a>? Me either. It's a sickness. </div><div>Third of all. I keep touching my hair.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just went to a salon. Like a real one. Like, one where they wash your hair. And then tell you nice things. And then gingerly chop your locks. </div><div><br /></div><div>Guys.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is a big deal.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was not my normal supercuts run.</div><div><br /></div><div>First I went in there. I dressed as cute as I possibly could. Those hair cutting kiddos are trendy. I think they thought I was a celebrity because they asked if I wanted a drink, and they took my coat and umbrella. I'm not complaining. Then I met my stylist. I instantly loved her. She let me sit in a massage chair while she washed my hair and asked me about life. I confessed all my previous hair sins: I use cheap shampoo. Some days I forget to brush my hair. I have split ends. I haven't had my haircut since, oh, last year. She shook her head. And taught me the ways of hair care while her and this guy with skinny jeans and a cool watch styled my hair. I was in heaven. Now my hair feels silky smooth. Now all I want is to go in for their free fringe trims. Now I want it to be 8 to 12 weeks from today. </div><div><br /></div><div>Haircut at a salon? Check!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-13975256716982558002011-10-05T15:49:00.001-07:002011-10-05T18:46:42.275-07:003 things<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjSL5Vmips/To0IKzKOruI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7flq5IGylBU/s1600/duck%2Bboots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjSL5Vmips/To0IKzKOruI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7flq5IGylBU/s320/duck%2Bboots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660189288299409122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(pic from <a href="http://witanddelight.tumblr.com/#9">this place</a>)</span></div>1. It's cold. It's raining. My roommate made pumpkin cookies. It's fall ladies and gents. <div>2. I cannot figure out how to wear my ducks.</div><div>3. 21 list part 1 tomorrow!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-61677711448836286742011-10-02T07:55:00.000-07:002011-10-02T08:37:18.200-07:00Martin Kratt and the Art of Growing Up<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQYShNgqmcs/ToiE_H4aNfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jKStXBKzmc4/s1600/martin%2BKratt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQYShNgqmcs/ToiE_H4aNfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jKStXBKzmc4/s320/martin%2BKratt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919151773300210" /></a><br />I'm turning 21 in a little bit. Have you ever done that? It's weird huh. For some reason, 21 is the scariest age for me to turn. For all I know 21 is all about doing taxes, and eating vegetables (that aren't avocados or frozen frozen peas). I feel like 21 is the age where I need to learn to do my laundry before I run out of clothes. It's probably also the age where I should get down to business and make a budget. Will I also be forced to stop watching youtube clips of the Kratt brothers to figure out which one I had a crush on when I was 8 (and/or 20)? I don't know. This is 21 we are talking about. This is serious stuff! (P.S. I'm pretty sure it was Martin Kratt, Chris has funny hair.)<div><br /></div><div>Anyways I made a list. I asked some of my friends to add things to the list. Some of them are off the chain. (Off the chain might be a phrase I have/choose to give up when I turn 21) Some of them made me really excited for the next few weeks. Some of them made me terrified for the next few weeks. Some of them I have never done before. I'm planning on checking them all off. And guess what! When I check one off I get to blog about it! Did I hear you say "win win"? I think I did! So without further ado, here is the list!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>21 things to do before I turn 21</b></div><div>1. Go camping </div><div>2. Learn to drive a stickshift</div><div>3. Run a half marathon (I've been planning this one for a while, but I thought I would throw it on here)</div><div>4. Learn how to make yogurt</div><div>5. Surprise both of my grandparents with a visit.</div><div>6. Stay up for 24 straight hours</div><div>7. Get a manicure or pedicure </div><div>8. Get my hair cut at a real salon</div><div>9. Learn to put my feet behind my head</div><div>10. Make a new friend</div><div>11. Sing Karaoke at Applebees or somewhere similar</div><div>12. My mom reads this blog</div><div>13. Go to Tooele</div><div>14. Hit a golf ball</div><div>15. Eat something crazy </div><div>16. Paint a Masterpiece</div><div>17. TBA</div><div>18. Pick my own fruit and make a pie out of it</div><div>19. Do something nice and completely unexpected for someone</div><div>20. ?</div><div>21. ?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So this is where I need your help. My 21 things started yesterday. I still couldn't think of 2 things. But if I know anything it's that the 5 people that read this blog know how to have a good time! Am I right or am I right? <b>So leave me your comments with ideas</b>! Everybody! I will send you a pony if you do! Or that fancy car you wanted! Or maybe I will send you good Karma! Promise!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-85528742446590318042011-08-21T16:36:00.000-07:002011-08-24T17:27:29.731-07:00Nostalgia<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkjVY9kKw0M/TlWWlZQ5ZEI/AAAAAAAAAes/aaEiLmPgVF8/s1600/IMG_0295.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkjVY9kKw0M/TlWWlZQ5ZEI/AAAAAAAAAes/aaEiLmPgVF8/s320/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644583277159867458" /></a>
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<br /></div>There are a few things in my life that I don't question. For example:
<br /><div>Sometimes you need to you need to call your mother to tell her you love her and not to ask for money or cry.</div><div>Sometimes you need to pretend that Dirty Dancing is not your favorite movie. It's a survival skill.
<br /><div><div>Sometimes you need to eat cupcakes with mini oreos on top. </div></div></div><div>Sometimes you just need to stop counting, especially when it comes to mini cupcakes.</div><div>Sometimes you and your family need to buy matchy matchy shirts and go cheer on Ben Revere... I mean the Twins.</div><div>And sometimes you need to go to your favorite place in the whole entire world, to hug your mom, and play Racko with your over dramatic father, and sleep like a starfish in your giant bed, and tell inside jokes with your best friend like you never had to spend a year in different states. Sometimes, you just have to. You just do.</div><div>
<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-20911803266524647762011-06-26T14:58:00.000-07:002011-06-26T15:49:26.897-07:00I'm BackAhoy! It's been a long time. Did you miss me? Don't answer that. Unless of course your answer is that you did miss me. Nevermind.<div><br /><div>I've been absent. It's true. I've had a terrible case of boring life which has the side effects of writer's block. But today I am sitting on the couch feeling slightly cured and with nothing else to do but stare at the cake pops I just made. Staring = eating. Eating= laying on the couch. Laying on the couch = staring. It's basic math. It's real math.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>There are a couple key things that have happened since we last spoke. Do you care to know? Good. Here they are:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I have a new favorite food. Avocados. I feel self conscious every time I say that word since there is a large possibility that I say it wrong.</div><div>2. Nathan, my brother, he's married. Really really married. And boy did he get a keeper. What a cutie. I have the cutest sisters in law. </div><div>3. I ran 150 miles. And then had Cafe Rio to celebrate. Pork salad, you can have my heart any day.</div><div>4. Christian, my brother, is officially banned from marriage until further notice. He can't leave me, he just can't.</div><div>5. I found <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38080948@N07/4298340213/in/set-72157623177934301/lightbox/">this family pic</a> today on Christians Flickr. Classic. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I suppose that's it for today folks. I think I'm going to go eat some salad. Or maybe an avocado, with toast, always with toast. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-53592989810340468362010-10-18T20:00:00.001-07:002010-10-18T20:16:29.960-07:00#80 when life throws a big "life pie" in your face...<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TL0KbIq-i4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kXa3_4sRdpk/s1600/IMG_5422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TL0KbIq-i4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kXa3_4sRdpk/s320/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529587378781326210" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><br />Go to sammy's and eat a whole days worth of calories in the form of pie shakes and sweet potato fries.<div> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-47290990109537806572010-10-13T20:16:00.000-07:002010-10-13T20:19:18.403-07:00#79 If Moms all over the World Held a Mom Convention<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TLZ2TmBzDnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZX5hp33UuUk/s1600/dad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TLZ2TmBzDnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ZX5hp33UuUk/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527735671641542258" /></a><br />I think they would probably decide to give my mom an award.<div>What an amazing woman.</div><div>Happy Belated 30th Birthday mom! </div><div>We Love you!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-62734931401664564602010-10-10T18:59:00.000-07:002010-10-10T19:19:17.911-07:00#78 I Couldn't Think of any Punny Titles for this PostI love fall. Actually my favorite season is Spring, my second favorite season is Fall. (Second place isn't so bad Fall... You go Fall) Anyways, I like those two because it's transition time. It's time for a fresh start. Spring turns into summer and Fall turns into Halloween which turns into Christmas. <div>So as my fall gift to you, here are my top 5 favorite things about fall.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Hot Cocoa - I started this season out right with a salted caramel hot chocolate from starbucks. If you like happiness, then you MUST go get one of those things. </div><div>4. Cardigans- If you look in my closet, you might say "does Mr. Rogers live here?" to which I would promptly say "don't judge." </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fact- I love Cardigans. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fact- Cardigans are socially acceptable in the fall. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Fact- I love fall</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. The Brisk walk to Campus</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. The return of comfort foods. Soup, stew, homemade bread etc. Dear comfort foods, We've missed you, welcome home. Love, the world</div><div style="text-align: left;">1. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LWpw3CMCEg">Ray Lamontagne</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmQFwIKsU1U">Amos Lee</a>. Something about their voices makes me want to pour them over my ice cream. Something about fall makes me want to listen to A lot of Ray and Amos. For some reason I eat a lot of ice cream in the fall. Actually, I just eat a lot of ice cream in general.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Also, I should note that an honorable mention should go out to the John Mayer Live "Where the Light Is" CD. John Mayer, if you weren't so gross you would be on this list. That's all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, That's my top 5 list. And now, the scary part. I want you (yes you) (I'm serious) to leave me a comment about your favorite fall things. Partly because I love hearing about what you love, and partly because I want to see if anyone out there still reads this here old blog. Leave me a comment! I'll send you a pony. And one of those things you really like. I promise!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-38672528042246707752010-10-09T11:14:00.000-07:002010-10-09T11:43:54.785-07:00#77 In the Past Month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TLC02BOZUuI/AAAAAAAAARI/7kzlyBe6Zw0/s1600/IMG_5401.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TLC02BOZUuI/AAAAAAAAARI/7kzlyBe6Zw0/s320/IMG_5401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526115582918349538" /></a><br />Number of gross things I've played in: 2 (pudding, and blue foam)<div>Number of times I've dreamed in Italian: 6</div><div>Number of times I've talked in my sleep... In italian: 1</div><div>Number of times I've listened to the song Single Ladies: too embarassing to say</div><div>Number of pie shakes eaten: 1</div><div>Number of people I've met with a first name starting with J: 9</div><div>Number of times I've walked up the stairs of death: a bajillion</div><div>Number of times I've made it all the way to the top of the stairs of death: slightly less than a bajillion</div><div>Number of times I've admired my organized closet: 30ish (you wouldn't believe how organized that thing is)</div><div>Number of Frozen Grapes thrown in my eye: 1 (thanks Katrina)</div><div>Number of Hip Hop nights: 2.5</div><div>Number of Grills made: 1</div><div>Number of times I've cried because my brothers got new less-sinky couches: 6</div><div>Number of times I've gotten mail: 8</div><div>Number of times I've had oatmeal for breakfast: Half a bucket's worth</div><div>Number of times I've been responsible: Lots (that was for you mom)</div><div>Number of sunburns: Scottish Festival</div><div>Number of Cupcakes eaten: 10</div><div>Number of Cupcakes I ate but didn't regret: Snickerdoodle, Apple, Vanie-lla, Red Velvet</div><div>Number of laundry loads: 4, not that I'm bragging, or that I smell</div><div>Number of Jobs applied for: 3.7</div><div>Number of Jobs: Cleaning my room</div><div>Number of Kickball games: 3</div><div>Number of times I wanted to say "easy out, easy out": Innumerable</div><div>Number of times I've neglected my blog: September</div><div>Number of times I've thought "I should blog": October</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350124766191736399.post-55017080005818053172010-09-04T07:21:00.000-07:002010-09-04T08:45:46.673-07:00#76 Housekeeping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TIJoiDJ6-oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fy9iQM3_he8/s1600/artsyfartsy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CUIOMmr5bpQ/TIJoiDJ6-oI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fy9iQM3_he8/s320/artsyfartsy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083828026669698" /></a><br />Dear reader (s?),<div>Early this morning I started tossing and turning. I kept having this dream where I kept meeting all these new people who kept asking me questions in Italian that I didn't know how to answer.</div><div><br /></div><div> So scary. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I did what any stressed studentessa would: woke up grabbed my lap top and pulled up my blog. And that's when I remembered. Oh yeah. I should probably write something. But here's the deal. Summer is over. I have been in class for a week. As most of you can tell, I didn't quite make my goal of <a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/100-reasons.html">101 posts</a>. I had 3 main goals this summer.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Write 101 blog posts</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. Do p90x everyday</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. Only eat <a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/41-world-without-ice-cream.html">ice cream</a> every 10 days</div><div><br /></div><div>All of which I only partially completed. I cheated and ate ice cream everyday my last week home. There was ice cream cake in my freezer, and there was nothing I could do. I only did 60 days of P90x instead of 90. And obviously, I only posted 75 blogs. Now for those of you who read that last paragraph and started feeling like life is a bummer. Don't. I am actually quite proud of myself. The last time I completed a goal in my lifetime was when I made a goal to watch every single episode of Friends. Other than that. I have never really accomplished any goal I have set. And Let's just say my goals this summer were... a little more... worthwhile? My 30th day of p90x was also my 30th "<a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/45-top-10-foods-to-eat-when-youre-sad.html">ice cream free day</a>" and also marked the longest I had ever kept a goal, and I felt more or less like it was my birthday. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways enough with the cheese. Down to business. This morning while eating my oatmeal, I was debating whether to finish the 101 loves, or to start fresh and start a more normal blogging routine. I counsiled with my roommate <a href="http://toicecreamwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/08/74-dear-heather.html">Heather</a>, who is, as we all know, super smart. She told me that I should finish the loves. And so my friends, here is my plan. I will blog till 101 (with no time frame mind you, I'd rather go for quality than quantity). And then after that, I will keep blogging, but with none of this numbers nonsense.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please Please keep reading/commenting/loving.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go slide down a natural waterslide.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Catherine.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16072069328600949697noreply@blogger.com1