Lame

So, I am lame and never blog anymore. I almost never get on the computer at home.. just like once a week.

What are my excuses?
--We went sea kayaking the other night with some friends on the Hood Canal, part of the Puget Sound. My feet are totally cut up from stepping on millions of nasty sea shells. The tide was LOW and our kayak got stuck too far out. I didn't wear my flip flops because they would've gotten stuck in the mud. So, I walked all over mussels, clams--whatever was in my way--to get back to shore.
--I'm addicted to "So You Think You Can Dance". Why were the people from Seattle SO bad?
--We're going down to Portland on Friday for Graham's friend's wedding on Saturday, then we're driving down to Lake Tahoe from there for the first annual Extended Family Reunion. So, I've been getting stuff ready to take down with us.
--I just got called to the Young Women's Presidency as the secretary... which is weird because I had just gotten called as a Relief Society teacher a few weeks before... and I never taught. Now that's my kind of calling.
--I've had "house fever".. meaning I really really want to buy a house. I do all this research online for nothing basically, because we can't afford one right now.... but I still want one. We even went and looked at houses on Sunday for fun. Hopefully, Graham will make a lot of money this summer as a mortgage broker/loan office and get us out of debt and into a house (i.e.... more debt).
--It has been HOT here lately... meaning 75-80 degrees. We have been grilling like crazy and trying to get rid of our vampire alabaster skin.

So yeah, that's my excuse... But I really don't think I need one. It's warm and beautiful outside... who wants to blog?!

Oh, and California... here we come!

Why we all need to be less sensitive

I was sitting at a patient's chart the other day, wearing my cute new outfit. I'd post a picture of it, but it wasn't available online. But anyways, it was a cropped sweater with a halter underneath. And, I thought I looked pretty cute.

A CNA walked past smiling, and said to me "Oh, look at your cute tummy."

I turned to her and gave her the look of death. Seriously, I could not have portayed any more hatred in a single look. I stared her down as she continued to walk past me. My blood burned within my veins.

I finally stopped seething long enough to say through gritted teeth, "I'm not pregnant you know."

She didn't reply. She kept walking and kind of gave me a weird look.

I went back to my chart note and tried not to think of the ways I could kill her.

She walked back past me again and said, "And look at your cute shoes!"

My thoughts cleared... Was she complimenting me? So I said to her, "I'm so sorry I gave you the look of death. I thought you were saying how I looked pregnant!"

So we laughed about it pretty hard, because she was in fact saying how cute I looked and how I didn't look fat! She said she had tried on a similar top, and she looked too fat to buy it..

Lesson learned: Don't assume someone is calling you fat just because you think you're fat.

It's too late

Sorry guys. I'm becoming a blog slacker.

The truth is, we've been busy. We've gone places, we've had visitors, and we've taken pictures of all of it.

I just can't find our camera cord for the computer dangit.

So I'm avoiding my blog.

You miss me. Admit it.

Twilight.. The Movie

I decided I had to Netflix the movie to see if I hated it as much as the book.

I'm watching it as I type, so my opinion isn't completely formed yet...

But, the guy who plays Edward looks so much like Graham it's making me laugh. He makes faces just like Graham's, so I can't even take this movie seriously.

Addiction

So, after Graham bought me this cookbook and this baking cookbook for Christmas, I told him my cookbook buying days were over.

I have all of the cookbooks I need, I said. No more for me.

But, I just can't help but wonder, what else is out there?

So, I just bought "The Best Make Ahead Recipe" cookbook.

I have altered my shopping obsession from designer jeans to designer cookbooks and kitchen equipment.

I'm becoming way too domesticated.