Thursday, February 25, 2010

"It Belongs in a Museum!"

My husband and I finally made it to the Nelson-Atkins Museum in Kansas City. We weren't able to go on our anniversary but two weeks later, I found myself with a Wednesday with no homework and then I disregarded the pile of dishes in the sink.
I was freeeeeee!!
Check it....

Stain glass!The blurry picture that looks like a painting!

It was cool.
We are going to go again.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Shepherds Pie

Last night I decided to make shepherds pie.

I thought to myself, "It's been a long time since I made shepherds pie, why don't I make shepherds pie, anymore?"

So I made the shepherd's pie, and it was pretty. (If I do say so myself.)

And then I ate that shepherds pie and I remembered.

Yeah, that's right. I remembered.

I remembered that I hated shepherds pie and I remembered my oldest brother calling it shepherds poop.

And now I sit eating the leftovers (cause I'm the only one who will eat leftovers) and I have the urge to say "Shepherd's poop!" with verying inflections.

"Shepherds pooooooooop!!!!"

"Shepheeeeeeeerds poop!!!"

"Shepherds poooooopppppppp!!!"



And that is why I don't make shepherds pie anymore.

Friday, February 19, 2010

This One Time.....(Olympic Addition)

......the 1996 Olympic flame passed right by my house in Sandy, Utah on its way to Atlanta.

See?




And a bunch of the boys from the neighborhood dressed up and ran behind it.
See?
And I was all, "I wish I had thought of that!!!"
It was awesome.









(And oh my goodness...... check out those mountains!)

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Would your Mother be Proud?

So this was in the restroom at the college yesterday.


And this...


I laughed. Hard. Almost hysterically.

Because, this is a Jr. College. The average age of the students is something like 18-22.

I've heard stories from these kids about all kinds of things. Like that one girl who liked to drink till she blacked out. And that other girl who had to drop her class because she went to jail for multiple DUI's. Oh, and that one kid who wanted to skip his 9am class to hit the bar, apparently, doing accounting that early in the morning was cramping his style.

So back to the sign, would their Mothers be proud? Probably not, but I'm pretty sure we are all a little passed that by this stage in life.

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