May Caesar Be With You All of Your Days

I forgot to include in my last post that when I ordered my shoes I was given the option to include a message with my gift and I couldn't resist, so enclosed with my shoes was this message:

Hi Kirsten!

I love you.

Do good things

and may Caesar be with you all of your days.

Love, Kirsten of the future.

It took me back to the days when Jack ordered things online and had me fill out the gift message for her.

This week at work we were busy with what we call "The Pull", where we get rid of the oldest month of stuff. Someone had missed a bunch of black coats from the previous pull and so we had twice as many coats as usual. So we decided to build a pile of coats and jump in them; it was a lot of fun!

Yesterday, I was able to go with Jack to Camp Williams in Lehi to take pictures of her reunion with her husband, probably making this the most patriotic Memorial Day weekend I have ever had. The morning was a little cold and windy, but still sunny and I felt overwhelmed and privileged to see and feel just a fraction of the love they have for each other. This is one of my favorite pictures:

Also, I am looking forward to my trip home for Alexis' wedding. I will be in town from the 17th to the 27th, and am kicking my trip off with a Stars concert at the Aladdin that night!

I also got my apartment all to myself this weekend. I have a lot to be grateful for and happy about. I have love for all of you.

New

SHOES.

The Watchtower

The other day Jack was over and found a copy of "The Watchtower" on the floor in my room.

She was also very curious about the post-it that said "Get @$$ in Portland" which really said "Get 45s (as in 45" records) in Portland".

But back to "The Watchtower". I have lived south of campus for most of my college career and often take the ramp or stairs by the Maeser Building up to campus, and so quite frequently I see the Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't know how long they have been coming to that particular location at BYU, but just about any recent BYU student that walks that way up to campus has seen the two men who stand on the corner and try to hand out copies of "The Watchtower" to us as we walk up to campus.

I think it is interesting that I have never seen them talk to any of the students. I guess most of the students walking up are in a hurry and walk by quickly, but I find it interesting that these missionaries don't try to engage with the students at all--they just want us to take magazines. I guess it just seems odd because it is so different from our missionaries.

When I was a kid some Jehovah's Witnesses would occasionally come to our door and my mom was always really friendly to them, she would let them share there message and take their magazine. I also remember being upset that she was so open to them, at the time I didn't know anything about the Jehovah's witnesses but I was pretty sure that I didn't want to be one--I liked our church. I asked my mom about it once and I remember her telling me that she like our church too, and that she just wanted to treat these missionaries with the same respect and love she wanted other to show to our missionaries even if she didn't agree with some of their beliefs.

And that's what I thought about when a missionary handed me a copy.

Extreme Donuts

I have no doubt that all of my Portland friends have heard of the infamous Voodoo Donuts and the odd assortment of donuts that they carry such as donuts covered with cereal, tang, and maple bars with bacon on top. I've had a lot of interesting experience at Voodoo donuts throughout the years. I also remember working at OHSU where one of my co-workers would bring in Voodoo donuts about once every week. And even though I was going through a nauseous faze at the time i still think of voodoo donuts fondly.They are pretty unique donuts, so imagine my surprise when I walk up to Sugar & Spice in the Wilkinson Center to get some chocolate milk with my friend Liz only to find that BYU has started making "Extreme Donuts" that look something a little like this...
They also had donuts with cereal on them. Baffled, I interrogated the girl behind the counter as to how and when they had come up with the idea but I still don't have any answers. I wasn't hungry so I didn't get one, but I am regretting it now because since they sold out of the first batch they haven't made more because they are deciding whether they want to make them a regular item. I will have to post again when I actually try one.

I found this while I was Googling Waffles

{Via somewhere I do not know of}

Today I'm Staying In Bed, Covers Pulled Up Overhead

Earlier this week one of my close friends introduced me to 8tracks.com, I have been through a lot with this particular friend. I have known her since we were little and we've both seen each other make lots of mistakes, but through it all we have also always had a passion for music. So if she was recommending it I knew I would like it.

8tracks can be used as a form of Internet radio, but essentially it's a website where you can make mixes online to share with your friends. My friend has already made a couple great mixes and I just finished uploading my very first! You can check it out:

http://www.8tracks.com/kirst

I would love it if some of my other musically savvy friends were to join so we could all share mixes. It is so sad that as much as I love getting physical mixed Cd's, they usually go on my computer and I don't listen to them the way they are meant to be since all my musical is digital. I think this is a great way to bring them back.

Hope to be listening to some of your mixes soon.

I Don't Know, Because the answer is YES!

Spring semester has been quite an adventure so far. I am being kept very busy with classes, my new church calling, and my new position at work as the student manager of the Lost & Found. One of my responsibilities as the manager is to make the creative display that people see when they first walk into the Lost & Found. This month is Mustache May, it's going to be big.
We are hoping to put up pictures of random people with mustaches, and started out the collection with a mustached Enrique. I was so excited about making that display that it carried over into my weekend! My sister Hanna came to visit me, but unfortunately I had to work early on Saturday morning. I pushed the beds in my room together so we could watch a movie while we went to sleep. In the morning I woke up on my side and my hip hurt but I couldn't figure out why. I started talking to Hanna about how I didn't want to go to work and she sat up and held up my external hard-drive and said "well I guess I can play with this while you gone." I was really confused because the hard drive had been plugged into my computer when we went to bed.

I asked Hanna where she got it and she told me that I had given it to her. "What? When?" I asked, incredulously. Hanna informed me that I had gotten out of bed and woke her up when I handed her the hard-drive and apparently told her that I had "saved" it for her. I then realized that my hip hurt because I was laying on the cord that connects the hard-drive to my computer. I have no memory of any of this.

Then on Sunday we made a ton of pancakes for dinner and took the extras to the duck pond where a bunch of ducklings had just hatched.

There was one duck that all the other ducks kept beating up on though. Who knew ducks were so violent?? Although I do find this picture kind of comical--the two ducks beating one up and then another is just standing there watching.

Then we found this dead turtle on the bank of the pond. Gross. I picked it up with the plastic bag and took it home in my purse. It was later used for a cruel prank. But I think my karma balanced out because I gave some of the pancakes to two of the cutest little boys so that they could feed the ducks too.

It was an eventful weekend to say the least.