Weekend Recap

Since I didn't realize that I was going to get July 23rd off (because it makes sense that we would get the day before Pioneer day off, but not the day after Easter?) I didn't have a whole lot planned for the weekend except finishing a library book that got recalled. There will be more on that later, but I still managed to do some fun things while spending most of the weekend relaxing.

Liz and I discovered a house a couple blocks down from my apartment that has an apricot tree out front and a sign that says "Please take as many apricots as you want". I'm sure in Provo they got sick of everyone coming to their door asking if they could take some.

I think I am going to try and find a recipe and go pick some more next week and actually make something with them instead of eating them all raw.

Then we tried out my newest kitchen tool from Williams-Sonoma-- a pocket pie mold! One side cuts out the dough and then the other side presses the two half together to make a little heart-shaped individual pie! They taste really good, but I think I need to work on my dough because in my family we love flaky crust, and it tastes good that way but isn't very conducive to making aesthetically pleasing individual pies. These are cherry.
Oh, and I've been addicted to this song this weekend. It seems like a fitting song now especially as a storm has suddenly set in and I am now wishing I wasn't in shorts.

Gee Wa Why?!?!?!

Recently, with my impending graduation, I have decided that it doesn't matter what you are wearing for the ceremony. All the pictures are going to be of me in my cap and gown anyway--but everyone will be able to see my feet! Which means I need a hot new pair of shoes, right? Right. Mostly I'm just looking for a reason to buy these:

I just about died when I saw them on one of my favorite shoe sites.

They are from a new(ish) brand called Gee Wa Wa (it's pronounced like Chihuahua), and they have been nicknamed THE CLAW.

You may at this very moment be wondering if Provo has pushed me over the edge of my fashion sanity. I actually read another blog where the writer was gushing over the boot version (which I actually don't love) and how they reminded her of Lady Gaga, who I don't just don't love, but severely dislike, but I think these shoes would look amazing with a very streamlined, plain outfit.

I would now like to declare that any and all of you who forgot to get me a birthday present (and or Christmas present *eh hem* you know who you are) are now welcome to donate to my CLAW shoe fetish fund -- thanks in advance.

{Oh, and its days like this that I realize why I don't date.}

Halloween

I was talking to Bridget the other day and we started talking about Halloween costumes. I think it's because I was talking to my friend and telling her how I always think of the best costumes right after Halloween and that I need to start planning my next costume now.

For those of you who don't know my little sisters, I should inform you that they are going through what my mom calls a "good music phase" (not that I think it isn't). They are both really into The White Stripes and The Beatles.

I told Bridget she should be Meg White. She told me she would

and that Martha was going to be Ringo Starr.

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I then asked what musician I should be, and got no answer.

So I asked Martha again tonight and she said she thought of one: Jim Carrey.

Her rational being that he did cover "I am the Walrus"

Try Again I said.

Jack White was her next suggestion to which I said maybe, but with Bridget being Meg, and me not being much taller than her that might not work.

"Yeah" Martha said,"Plus it would be really awkward with the two of you being divorced.

I think I'll start exploring other options.

Yous a Ho.

Monday night I...wait backtrack...Sunday morning I found out that I was in charge of a ward FHE on Monday night. Yay.

I'm in charge of the council that does Emergency preparedness so we did an activity for people to learn about the Stake Emergency and some things they could do to be prepared in case of an emergency.

I was in charge of typing up, re-formatting, and printing a couple handouts as well as refreshments for the activity. I also had to write a quiz and didn't have a lot of time so I typed up the page, spell-checked it, and printed it off.

Later, right before the activity, the guy who is my partner in planning all of this stuff pointed out a typo. I did't read the whole sentence, but just glanced at it quickly thought I had misspelled the word "holiday"

As I was going over the information I noticed that a few people found something a little funny. After the activity a guy from the ward came up to me and asked "Where do you ho?" with a huge grin on his face.

I then looked back at the page where the sentence was supposed to be

"Know where your roommates go daily, especially if it is out of the area."

but instead said,

"Know where your roommates ho daily, especially if it is out of the area."

Yeahhhhhhh.


But I think I am okay with making mistakes as long as they are ones that I can laugh at too.

Except I had the "Yous a hoe" song stuck in my head all evening after than. I won't add a link to that because it would be inappropriate for some of the people who sometimes read my blog...


But here's a picture of Ho Chi Minh:

July Flame

Today I finally downloaded Laura Veirs album, July Flame, which came out many many months ago.

You may recall me talking about my trip to Denver a couple months ago. I still don't have pictures-- I need to bug my friend for those.

I went mostly just to get away for the weekend since out of all the Laura's on my itunes (Laura Gibson, Laura Marling, etc.) she was probably my least favorite--I'm not a huge fan of "Galaxies". But the concert was great! Laura was pregnant and looked like she was about to pop, but she was so cute and did an amazing job. The guy who did the opening act also used to work at a crepe cart in Portland and sang a song about it. I really wanted to hunt him down and ask him which one. I especially like the first two tracks.

Now I'm off to write my talk for tomorrow on modern pioneers...in Africa.

My Asian Birthday

My birthday was two days ago. I think I've always been pretty low key about my birthday, probably some of that has to do with the fact that my birthday falls after the 4th of July weekend and so everyone usually gone.

In fact I think I have an abandonment complex as a result. I remember one year inviting 30 people to my party--only 2 could come. Two.

Anyway, those of you who haven't caught the yellow fever may well be wondering why this was my Asian birthday--I know my parent were. I will explain in picture form.

Look what comes up when I google Asian:

Since I don't have any pictures from my birthday ready, and I haven't talked about my trip home I guess I will tell a story from that.

There is this vintage store called Ray's Ragtime, that I went to with my friend Heidi and found an awesome dress. Unfortunately the shop has put a new rule into effect where you can't try on a dress if it's not your dress size. I understand where they are coming from--I'm sure I would get frustrated with customers damaging old and sometimes fragile garments because they are trying on the wrong size. But if they are following the size on the tag it's probably wrong because they have probably stretched out over time.

So, I couldn't try it on, but it was pretty cheap because its a fixer-upper (some of the hem has come undone and it could do with a couple other small hand repairs) and so I went back and bought it without trying it on!

The exciting part is that I love it--and it could be a little snugger in the waist. Take that Ray.

Here are the front and back details (the bottom half is the coolest part)

It's a really good twirling dress.

And here is my hair from the wedding--long story but my mom got my flight information wrong and I ended up coming home from the wedding, only getting an hour and a half of sleep and jumping on the plane which equates to no showering time.

I think I will have to write about the rest of my Portland adventures either later today or tomorrow.

My 100th post.

It seemed like a milestone that was worth mentioning. Especially since when I first started it took me two years to write two posts.

Yesterday I went to what I have dubbed "My Secret Spot". It is an area of grass that is enclosed on three sides behind the only building at BYU that could be called anything akin to an Ivy-covered hall, and I decided it is the perfect place to alone (either with yourself of someone else...). I brought out a blanket and laid on my back on the grass

and looked at this:
while listening to this:

and reading this:

An interesting dichotomy right? Today was not so good. I am not going to share details since 1. this is not my journal 2. If it was my journal you wouldn't be reading it 3. It was a bad day in a dull sort of way.

For anyone else having a crumby day, I felt that this mix my friend made spoke to my soul today. But I suppose the 90s are always speaking to my soul.

http://8tracks.com/mchllmybelle/lovely-ladies

As my little sisters would say:

"Peace, Love, Somebody Needs a Hug."