"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....

Shuttlecocks!

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

Georgia O'Keefe!

It was cool.

We are going to go again.

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.

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!)

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.

They Called Out to Me From the Clearance Rack

And I said something like,

"Hello, Gorgeous!"

and

"You are now mine."

(The girl shopping next to me gave me quite the look, let me tell you.)

And I didn't even ask my husband if he would buy them for me.

We were going to get them and that was that.

And why not?

It's been a full 12 months since I had a new pair, after all.

(And those were workout shoes.)

Wherein I Declare My Love for all Things Minnesota and Pledge My Support to the Vikings.

Back on the Hamster Wheel

The semester has started. Time to get back to work.

From now until May, I will be:

1. Stressed out
2. Tired
3. Busy
4. Irritated
5. Determined
6. Overwhelmed
7. Self Conscious

But it's been a pretty wild Winter Break too.

I:

1. Slept like I was a teenager.
2. Didn't leave the house for a full seven day stretch.
3. Endured the kids being home from school an extra week due to weather cancellations.
4. Did the laundry. For that, I think I deserve a reward. A cash reward.
5. Read a book that was 850 pages long.
6. Spent 15 days on a 1500 piece puzzle.

See?

But most importantly, I was very bored.

Spring Semester 2010?

BRING IT ON.