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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Green Thing

My grammie e-mailed this to me.  I enjoyed it, since I'm always nostalgic for simpler times when I wasn't alive (I think that may be my whole generation though).  But I have to say, I am grateful for disposable diapers. 

It’s All About the Green Thing

  In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that
plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. The woman apologized to her and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing  back in my day.”

That’s right, they didn’t have the green thing in her day. Back then,
they returned their milk bottles, Coke bottles and beer bottles to the
store.


The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, using the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But they didn’t have the green thing back in her day.

In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an
escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the
grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every
time they had to go two blocks. But she’s right. They didn’t have the
green thing in her day.

Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts – wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right, they didn’t have the green thing back in her day.

Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in
every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a pizza dish,
not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used wadded up newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to
cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by  working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right, they
didn’t have the green thing back then.

They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty, instead of using a
cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They
refilled pens with ink, instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But they didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar and kids rode their bikes to
school or rode the school bus, instead of turning their moms into a
24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an
entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t
need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 20,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But that lovely old lady is right. They didn’t have the green thing back in her day.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Patience is not one of my virtues.

FLORIDA FLORIDA FLORIDA FLORIDA.
FLORY-DUH FLORY-DUH FLORY-DUH.


Seriously the most beautiful place in the world.


The biggest reason I'm so excited to go back.


Ahhh...Trey's skunk hair.  Those were the good ol' days.

Greatest friendship the world has ever seen.



So close, yet so far.  Can March just end already so I can at least be in the same month?

Friday, March 25, 2011

Recent Youtube discoveries.

Nick Pitera and his "One Man Disney Movie."
Go on, relive your childhood.

And this morning I discovered Tyler Ward.
He's covered just about every top 100 hit, and honestly, I like some of his versions better.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

A little late, but

Better late than never, right?  (I feel like I say this too often, but I'll probably be saying it the rest of my life.)

Happy seventeenth birthday to my beautiful sister, Hope!
When I was a little girl, I always wanted a younger sibling.  I had to wait a little longer than planned, but Hopey finally decided to show up when I was four (and a half!) years old.  She was the sweetest little girl--until she turned two and the infamous "cookie incident" occured.

This is hands down the greatest picture ever.


Hope has all the admirable qualities I lack--she's studious, self-disciplined, an athelete, a hard worker.  And she's blossomed into quite the blond-bombshell in the past few years.



Growing up, nobody would believe us when we said we were sisters--we looked so different.  Now that we're both a bit more grown up, people see the similarities.  If only in our goofy facial expressions.

Classy, right?


So Happy Birthday to my-one-and-only-best-any-one-could-ask-for-seester.  I love you Hopey-soapy (on-a-ropey).

Friday, March 11, 2011

I guess I'm not the only one.

I really wish there were words for me to communicate the magnitude of sheer, unbridled, excited anticipation inside of me whenever I think about going back to Florida.  It's almost only a month away and for the first time in almost two years I'm going home.  Back to somewhere familiar, back to places I love, and faces that love me.  I literally cannot wait, and I almost spontaneously combust when I think of all the fun and joy that will be mine for one whole glorious week.

Turns out Florida is excited for me to come too.  This morning while I was wasting time on Facebook, my dear friend Trey messaged me to find out the exact days I was going to be there (he was worried there might be some conflict with his brother's wedding, but thank goodness there isn't).  Then we talked about all the fun we'll have in one of our favorite places to wreak havoc in high school: St. Augustine.  Trey was one of my closest friends my senior year of high school, and we had some good (albeit crazy) times.  I can't wait to relive our youth with our fellow-ankle clubbers.  (Maybe someday I'll explain the Ankle Club, but I don't know that I could if I tried.)  Trey is a laugh-a-minute, and I just love him to death.
Neither of us look like this anymore.  Which is probs a good thing.


Then, not ten minutes after I finished that conversation, my phone started ringing.  And who should it be, but my buddy Anderson Schreiber!  I seriously haven't spoken to Anderson in...I really don't know how long, suffice to say that it has been a long, long time.  He wanted to know when I was coming and make sure that we would get to see each other.  I'm excited to hang out with him and his wife!  Plus, I think he and Dan will get along really well.  (They've met before but it was a long time ago when Dan and I were just dating.)  Those of you who knew me when I was fifteen are probably laughing at the thought of Anderson and I hanging out with our respective spouses.  Let's just say that (un)surprisingly, life doesn't always turn out the way you think it will when you're fifteen.  But that's ok, I think it worked out even better.
{I don't have any pictures on my computer of Anderson and me, but we really did spend a lot of time together before he left for BYU/mission.}

I really, really can't wait!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

L'Amour.

Two years ago tonight, I held my husband's hand for the first time.  Precious?  Yes.

So many butterflies!  You know those times when you're out with a boy, and you don't know what's going on, you just have some hopes.  You're constantly questioning everything, and you're so scared and nervous but you're totally soaking up every minute of it.  Please welcome a brief synopsis of what was running through my head that evening:
"Is this a date?--wait no, it can't be a date...BUT IT IS A DATE!  Maybe not, maybe we're just two people, out getting sandwiches.  Does him using a buy one get one free coupon count as him paying?  Does his use of said coupon on me mean he likes me, or that he just likes good deals?  I hope this sub is good.  I just ordered the same as him because I didn't want to take ten years deciding what to get.  Hopefully he doesn't read into that and think that I can't think for myself.  ...I'm really not even hungry.  I'm never hungry when I think a boy likes me--why is that?  Nerves?  Some weird instinct to help me lose weight and appear more attractive?  Whatever, it's awkward when I have to go out to eat.  What are we talking about?  I don't know, I'm probably rambling.  I always start telling stories about my family.  Do guys like that?  I don't know.  Does Dan like that?  What does he even like?  I know he likes Sensuous Sandwich, but does he like me?  Is he going to make a move?  I don't even know if I want him to.  Ok, yeah I want him to.  Good grief, he's so cute.  Is this really happening?  Am I really on a date with Dan Snow??  Let's think: he picked me up from the Testing Center.  That counts for something, right?  We made plans to do something tonight, just not specific--that probably counts against it, although we did know we were having dinner together...so, maybe...Why can't I just stop worrying about this.  Who cares, be yourself!  Smile more.  Don't giggle like an idiot though.  And let him talk some, for goodness sake, stop the nervous yabbering.  Now we're leaving, we're getting in the car.  I'm always too quiet in cars.  Is that awkward?  Some people like to just sit and drive and listen to music.  But maybe he's the other kind, that like to talk all the time.  Oh well, it's a five minute drive.  He's not going to not ask you out again just because you didn't talk in the car.  Maybe he's welcoming the silence...is that good or bad?"  Fast Foward. "So now it's dark, we're watching a movie with an established-other-couple...should I sit closer to him?  Am I giving off enough vibes?  I'll tell you what, I am sure as heck not leaving my hand in the bear trap formation.  I used to hate it when guys did that to me...but what should I do with my hands??  I'll just leave them in my lap.  They're still accessible, right?  Well, more so than if I folded my arms.  It works.  GASP---he just put his arm  up behind me.  Is that an invitation to lean in, or does he just find that comfortable?  Some people do just like to rest their arms on the back of couches...I'll just sit here awkwardly and wait for another sign.  This movie is actually really good.  I really wanted to see this.  And now I'm sitting here watching it with Dan, who may or may not want to cuddle with me, and now we have an inside joke about the aborignes!  I like that I can laugh with him.  I just wish I'd stop being nervous.  What is he doing with that hand...is he??? Wow, one fell swoop, and he got my hand in his.  This is like a dream.  This is the best moment of my entire life, right here.  I could die happy.  Ok, no, I don't want to die right now, there's a few more things in life I'd like to do.  But if Dan Snow likes me, the world just became that much more beautiful.  Oh my word, so freaking happy.  Dan likes me.  I feel like I just won the lottery.  Cue cozying up to him."

Happy Mardi Gras!

I hope everyone's Tuesday was nice and fat today.  I spent mine at home, sick as a dog.  It's ok though, because I got to watch Anastasia and sleep.  Two of my favorite things! Forget about the hour I spent in the bathroom doing one of my least favorite things, and this makes for a great day!

This last weekend was fantastic and chalk-full of food!  On Saturday, we made home-made Girl Scout cookies with some friends.  Our knock-off Samoas took a lot of effort, and they may not be the prettiest cookies in the entire world.


But they sure were tasty!  Verdict: Definitely making them again, and again, and again.  Although I still won't say no to some real Samoas.  Or Thin Mints.  Or Tagalongs.  Or Do-si-do's.  ...I think you get the picture.


Homemade Samoas

2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter at room temperature
1 cup superfine sugar (or granulated)
1 large egg
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 teaspoon kosher salt
3 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour
Dipping Caramel (recipe follows)
1 cup unsweetened shredded coconut (available at health food stores)
12 ounces of chocolate chips

1. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together butter and sugar. Beat until light and fluffy. Add in egg and beat until well incorporated, scraping down the bowl, if necessary. Add in vanilla. Beat until smooth. With mixer on low, add in salt and flour. Mix until completely incorporated and dough is uniform. Pull dough together and shape into a cylinder with a diameter of about 2 1/2 inches. Wrap in parchment paper and freeze for at least 25 minutes.
2. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Slice dough into 1/8 inch disks and place on baking sheets, about an inch apart. Once you have made 30 cookies, wrap up the cookie dough, freeze, and save for another time. Use a tiny circle shaped cookie cutter or a large round cake decorating tip to cut a hole in the center of each disk. Refrigerate for an additional 10 minutes. Bake for 8 minutes, or until crisp. Let cool completely.
3. Add coconut into the caramel. Warm the caramel in the microwave for about 10 seconds if necessary. Take cooled cookies and gently dip them completely in the caramel. Place on a parchment paper lined baking sheet. Freeze until set, about 5 minutes.
4. Melt chocolate in a microwave safe bowl in 30 second intervals, stirring well after each interval, until fully melted. Place the caramel coated cookies in the chocolate. Use a fork to pull them out of the chocolate and place them on a parchment line cookie sheet. Use the chocolate still on the fork to drizzle stripes over the top of the cookies. Refrigerate until set.
Dipping Caramel
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar)
4 tablespoons corn syrup
6 tablespoons water
pinch of salt
6 tablespoons butter
6 tablespoons cream (DO NOT use plain whipping cream)
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

1. In a heavy bottomed saucepan with high sides, combine sugar, corn syrup, water, and salt. Whisk until combined, and set over medium-low heat. Swirl the pan every now and then to help distribute the heat. Use can use a pastry brush dipped in water to brush the sugar crystals down the sides of the saucepan. When the sugar dissolves completely, raise the heat to medium. When it comes to a boil, watch very carefully for the bubbles to become more viscous (this means that the water has evaporated and that it is ready to go through the candy stages). As it is bubbling away, you want it to turn a deep amber color. When it does, remove the heat and, working quickly, use the spoon to scoop up a small amount of the candy and drop it into the small glass of water. If the blob turns hard like lollipop, then it is ready. If the blob is still soft, put the pan back on the heat. Keep testing until the candy is hard. Remove from heat.
2. Whisk in butter, 6 tablespoons of cream, and vanilla (Careful here, as the mixture should bubble violently for about 10 seconds). If the caramel isn’t smooth right away, return the pan to low heat and whisk until smooth.


We also watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade while munching on these bad boys.  Turns out, my husband has never seen a single Indiana movie all the way through.  Um, what?  Don't worry, he loved Last Crusade.  How can you not love Harrison Ford and Sean Connery?

Sunday morning, I woke up early with some BIG plans to surprise my husband with breakfast.  I made this muffin recipe I found online for oatmeal muffins with walnuts and cardamom.  I didn't really know what cardamom is, but turns out it's a yummy smelling spice/herb!  I finished making them and came in to tell Dan...and then he reminded me it was fast Sunday.  I feel like every time I'm excited about breakfast, it's fast Sunday.  Does this happen to anyone else?  Is this just me?



We held off until after church to chow down on these guys--and they made me wish we'd fasted a little longer.  Definitely not a new favorite.  Let me just tell you one thing; I love muffins.  LOVE THEM.  But these were no bueno.  I'll sum them up with Dan's reaction: "These taste like health-muffins."  And that they did.  I did think it was a little weird that there was only a 1/4 cup of sugar in the recipe (compared to the one cup of flour and another one whole cup of oatmeal), but being me/early morning, I didn't really think about it.  I think if I make these again, I need to edit the recipe somehow.  At least they looked delicious.  If anyone wants some, let me know.  I don't think they'll be eaten by either of us.

Fortunately, Sunday dinner was one of those rare moments when I go above and beyond my duties as diligent housewife.  Delicious-new-fancy-recipe? Check.  Tried-and-true fall back?  Check.  The fine china and a nice tablecloth? Check.  I give you Curried Apple Pork Chops! (Plus broccoli and Aunt Renae's rolls!)

Ta-da!
This doesn't look as appetizing as it did in real life.  Probably because you can't smell it.
This may be the best these have ever turned out!

Curried Apple Porkchops
4 boneless pork loin chops, cut 3/4 inch thick (about 1-1/2 lb.)
Salt and ground black pepper
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 large sweet potatoes, peeled and thinly sliced (about 1-1/4 lb.)
1 21-ounce can apple or peach pie filling
2 teaspoons curry powder
1 8-ounce package frozen sugar snap peas

Season pork with salt and pepper. In a 12-inch skillet brown pork, on both sides, in hot oil. Add sweet potatoes. Cover and cook over medium heat for 15 minutes.  Meanwhile, combine pie filling and curry powder; spoon over sweet potatoes. Cover and cook 15 minutes more or until potatoes are nearly tender. Add sugar snap peas; cover and cook 6 to 8 minutes more or until peas are crisp-tender. Makes 4 servings.


And a new Sunday favorite has been created.  Best of all, it doesn't require the use of my crock-pot.  (Which recently kicked the bucket.)

One of my New Years Resolutions was to try more recipes, so you can expect a few more of these.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

On repeat all. day. long.

"So it's time I forget the past, and just swear to love what I have.  Cuz I love waking up to your laugh."
For the record, this song is best sung at the top of your lungs in your car.  P.S. I am awesome at singing this.


Is it any wonder The Format remains my favorite band?

For your viewing enjoyment, I bring you the moment I met Nate Ruess (aka: the voice behind The Format).


I'm aware I look slightly deranged in this picture,  but please keep in mind I'd been up since early that morning, stood outside all day long, and didn't eat anything the whole time.  Plus I partied hard, sang my heart out and danced my you-know-what off.  All for the sake of meeting this man.  Creepy?  Maybe.  Worth it?  Definitely.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Before I go to bed

Can I just introduce my brand new baby cousin???

Lydia Alice Chambers

Aunt Renee and baby Lydia!

I think she may be my first red-headed cousin!*
*Note: I have two cousins with strawberry-blondish hair.  But Lydia is promising to be the first with hair as red as mine. =]

30 Days of Blogging: Day 30

My last day!  This has been such a journey (sarcasm, my friends--I'm not that sentimental).  This has been pretty fun though, and I'm the tiniest bit sad I have to come up with my own ideas to blog about.  Today's topic is...
Drumroll please...

Movies you can watch again and again.

Gone with the Wind
Star Wars
Indiana Jones
Say Anything
Willow
BBC Pride and Prejudice
Girl with a Pearl Earring
Little Women
What a Girl Wants
There's more, but I'll spare you.  Lots of Disney movies, haha.