altitude and you

Three things that should never mix, eating only yogurt before you go snowboarding, starting your drinking at four in the afternoon, and high altitude. Although it makes for a fun evening, it does not make for a fun ride home. Let's just say I owe my friends Joel, Becky, and Michael HUGE FAVORS. It was reminiscent of that summer's evening long ago in Waco...Rumpleminze (spelling???) and a huge fire ant bed...remember that Ann?

an interesting phenomenom

muf-fin pants (noun) 1: pants that are way too tight and thus cause the not firm belly to puff out over the top as a muffin does as it rises in the oven 2: a favorite article of clothing among people who have those special mirrors that lie to them, and allow them to believe there is much truth in the saying, "Damn, I look good!!!" 3: article of clothing popular among high school girls who definitely don't have the typical female body image problems connected with most girls their age.

Remember:
Just say no to muffin pants!
Friends don't let friends wear muffin pants!

good news...

thankfully no poopy pants last night, but she did manage to knock over my mom's extremely heavy, antique, center cut of a cedar tree coffee table. how she did this is beyond me. i was in the kitchen. thankfully no injuries resulted from the action. all in all it was a pretty uneventful adventure in babysitting.

Why I don't have kids...

Okay, so last night I decided to make Cajun food and a King's Cake for my French class for Mardi Gras. Well, I can cook, but baking is definitely not my strong suit, so I enlisted the help my all knowing, Betty Crocker with an organic twist friend, Elizabeth. She came over for some vino and to offer much needed advice, instruction, assistance, what have you, bringing along her two year old daughter Soren. Being that it was pretty much past Soren's bedtime, she was in rare form. First incident, my vicious (I use the term very sarcastically) miniature schnauzer , Bridget, pinned her to the ground and gave her doggy kisses which led to a series of howls and cries from Soren. Next incident, Soren and Bridget have now made up and are playing together. Elizabeth and I are in the kitchen and we hear, "Bridget, smell my balls" in the cutest little two year old voice. Yes that's right SMELL MY BALLS. You may ask where does such a sweet, little, innocent thing get such a phrase? Well, apparently being the parrot and sponge that she is, she has heard and seen her hilarious father scratch his "balls", and then, stick his hand in Elizabeth's face and say, "Smell my balls!" I about started crying I was laughing so hard at this. Kids, Oy-Vay. Last incident, so I mentioned earlier that Elizabeth had come over for some vino. There was flour all over the kitchen counter from kneading the dough for the king's cake, and Soren decided she needed to help. She began scooping up the flour with a measuring cup, and you want to guess where that flour went...right into my wine glass. What do you do when a two year old dumps flour in your wine??? You smile and say that's okay, and you pour more wine because at this point you have decided thank God I don't have one of these of my own yet. Did I mention I am babysitting her tonight??? No really, she is the cutest thing, and she prays for me every night when she says her bedtime prayers. I just hope she is big girl tonight, and there are no poopy pants. I'm not mature enough for all of that.

thanks to elizabeth...

*four (other) jobs I've had
bookkeeper at my grandpa's bank in high school (it sucked because I had to wear pantyhose)
sales associate at The Limited
sold candles at Wicks-N-Sticks
made milkshakes at Malt Shoppe in South Fork

*four little known facts about me
I have an intense fear of heights
I hate elevators
I ripped my pants doing a cartwheel at work for a video project my students were working on
I'm going to be an aunt in July

*four city airports I have visited
Paris
Hong Kong
London
Montreal

*four favorite males actors
Kenneth Branaugh
Colin Firth
Kevin Sapcey
Johnny Depp

*four foods I love to hate
french fries
Chick-Fil-A nuggets
Buffalo Chicken Sandwiches
Croissants

*four websites I visit daily
Le Monde
toothpastefordinner
defunker (Elizabeth showed me this site, and I lust after their creative t-shirts dialy)
Yahoo to check my mail

*four things I want to do before I die
visit Italy for an extended amount of time
earn my doctorate in literature (haven't figured out what time period yet)
climb a 14,000 ft. or higher mountain
write and publish a book

*People I'm tagging
AnnCPittman
JennA
Ross

something ann said

I was reading my friend Ann's most recent blog, and it almost brought tears to my eyes. It was one of those revelatory moments where things just come into perspective for you. So many people have come and gone in my life in the twenty seven years of my existence. Some never even cross my mind, and some seem to occupy my thoughts weekly if not daily. I have only lived in this small mountain town since June, but some of the bonds I have formed here are amazing. The one thing I hate about my personality though, is how the special ones who are not readily present in my life seem to slip through the cracks of business, laziness, etc. Maybe I'm just too pensive or emotional right...maybe I've been reading too much Plath lately...who knows. I'm sending this out into the void...friends of mine if you read this and I haven't said it lately...you are very dear and special to me.

my new adventure...

One of the perks about moving from the flatlands to the mountains is the phenomenon I liked to refer to as the "powder weekend". I spent the entire weekend, well the daylight part anyway, attempting to learn and improve some snowboarding skills. Being a skier for 22 years, obviously having only one board STRAPPED to my feet was quite awkward at first. After two hours of a private lesson from a cute in his own way twenty year old stoner instructor,...I was on my own. The snow was downy soft, but the pain was still there when I hit it going about 20 miles an hour. All in all, I loved it. I hated to see the three day weekend come to an end. I will definitley be going up this weekend. I have to admit the sensation that it brings is in my soul now. Any of you who want to come up and visit, load up the car and come. Jenn...I hope you can make it. Ann...what's the status on your visit???