I refrained from telling you that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to keep up with this blog more...because, well, I had a feeling this would happen. Weeks have gone by and I'm sure my family is ripping their hair out, worrying that I'm not experiencing enough adventure in Cowtown!! Well, I am. I just keep forgetting to record them. And I have 9% battery left on my computer. So this should be fun.
A few weekends back (has it really been that long??) my roommates decided to host a sleepover for alllll the Freshman girls at our apartment. Knowing that 30+ girls in our house would no doubt peak my claustrophobia to an all time high, I made plans to go line dancing. (duh). Trevor was in town so it worked out perfectly, as you all know we are still soaking in our sweet 7th grade dancing victory. I came back to the apartment around 2 am, assuming that the girls would be giggling and painting nails in the living room (or something). I could quickly escape to my back bedroom, close the door and rest my barkin' dogs. Well, I certainly wasn't prepared for what I walked into. 1) All the girls were asleep. 2) All the lights were off. 3) Starting from the threshold of the front door, through the hallway, up to the foot of my bed...were girls squished like sardines in their sleeping bags. Really, you would have thought our house was a bomb shelter in the 50s. There was even one girl curled up on the kitchen floor mat. I stood there for a solid minute trying to work up some strategy to maneuver my way through the landmine of bodies. After hoping on my tippy-toes to my room (not as easy as it sounds, people..) I made it to my room. Just as I was long-jumping to my closet to change, I found another body, wedged between my hamper and shoe rack. Well, that did it for me. I called it quits, leaping into my bed (over approximately 7 bodies) and falling asleep with my dancing shoes still on. And I fell asleep feeling like a ninja.
Understandably so, we've been taking it a little easier around the house since then. I swear I'm still finding random articles of clothing in strange places, but it sounds like they all had fun so its no big thaaang. Although on her way out, one of the girls uttered to no one in particular, "we should do this every month!" Oy. Excuse me while I stick my head in a blender.
My cooking attempt of the week was artichokes. Yes, artichokes. Just when I thought I was doing so well....these little guys disappointed me. I decided to go with some jenky recipe I found about wrapping them in foil, shoving a garlic clove inside, something like that. They tasted...just okay. And I also got impatient with the hour and 40 minute cook time, so alas the wings-what are they actually called?-were still a little firm. Ugh. I should have done the logical thing and called my Mama/Nans/Omile/Sissy for advice. But hey, sometimes one must learn the hard way. After that defeat I went with something a little closer to my heart. I had heard that chocolate chip cookies can be made extra fluffy with applesauce-and extra fluffy they were!! Rather tasty, if I do say so myself. At least I can do something right.
How is Louie doing? Just dandy, thank you very much. Brianna was convinced that he was "dying" this past week, as he was not drinking a ton of his water...I came home and she had already researched a list of possible things wrong with him. Being the concerned parent that I am, I called Petco. They assured me he is just "hibernating"; so ha!, animal science major Brianna!
I must be going, as I have the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra to attend to tonight! Because I am extremely spoiled. And Eric will take any excuse to wear a suit. Speaking of entertainment, probably only exciting to me is my pursuit to see all of the
Oscar-nominated films before the awards show. So far I have seen quite a
few and am thoroughly enjoying this process. (Captain Phillips is my
front runner so far, in case you care). Still want to see Gravity,
although I'm waiting for Nani to take me to that one ;)
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