Confessions of

a post grad foodie.

I went to Communal today. If you are in Provo and haven't been; go.

I should have taken pictures of our whole lunch, but I went with my dear friend Kayla and she had AMAZING steak while I had a bleu cheese burger with a side of the most delicious heirloom squash I've ever had.

It was good, but the burger was probably a little heavy of a choice for me. Neither of us completely finished our food but decided there is always room for dessert.

I had a berry pandowdy--look at all that cream!
And Kayla had the delicious homemade s'moreSo Yum. And a beautiful setting too--especially since I requested a table by the window. Communal I will miss you, but we have planned a followup outing to Pizzeria 712 for all my friends who have never been if anyone else wants to come?

Oh, and Jenny & Johny on NPR's first listen: Yes!

MYALYL

I am so tired. I had to work again all day today and just got home a half hour ago and I thought that I would share a piece of slang we throw around the office.

Introducing: MYALYL

OR

Miss you already love you lots!

This joke first started when I yelled something to the same effect at a co-worker as they were leaving and an unsuspecting stranger was standing right outside the door and gave them a strange look when I yelled "I love you!" out the door. Or at least that's how I remember it. But now whenever someone is leaving for any duration of time we often call out after them "Miss you already love you lots!"

I am so glad to be done with Education Week, but there have been some highlights. All of my embarrassing moments that often involved me throwing or trying to throw something or doing a little "Party in the USA" dance. Tonight I also got a hug from an old marine who told me I looked like this Norwegian girl he used to date. I also was complimented on my "riot control" skills, maybe I should put that on my resume--I could add a little testimonial section.

All in all, not too bad.

Goodnight Moon/.

Pepperoni Malone

The Story Formerly Known as my Monday Night Dream

Some of you may have seen my mysterious Facebook status of the same name yesterday and I thought I would illuminate here, since it really is a funny story. Monday night I had a strange dream. Towards the end of the dream I ended up in a tiny, dusty town where we walked down main street and into a shop with an old-fashioned storefront. Somehow I knew that it was a thrift shop even though it was a grocery store with food items, and everything else looked pretty new. Like the Ally Capellino rucksack that just recently came out and I have been coveting ever since.It was the orange, which is my favorite and it looked brand new until upon further inspection there was a tag that said, "Property of: Pepperoni Malone". Although I think in the dream I pronounced it so it rhymed.

Then we saw a pig in the store and I was convinced that it belonged to a guy that I work with, but we needed to tranquilize the pig to be sure so the shopkeeper brought me the syringe and I was holding it while one of my friends went to get the pig, and then I woke up.

Then, since I packed up all my stuff and no longer have pen or paper and also remembered the dream as I got on Facebook I made note of it there so I wouldn't forget.

It's not exactly a riveting story, but I'm constantly baffled by the way our minds work. Perhaps this dream reveals some deep-seeded secret of my subconscious, but Pepperoni Malone? I love dreams like this. And I still want the AO rucksack for my new laptop.

Oh, I also had a dream last week where my roommates had an intervention because I eat on my bed and there were crumbs.

I also love this, both the songs and this hot pink cassette tape and am excited for the Jenny & Johnny record out on the 31st!

ps. I have awesome hair. Today especially, but I am lucky to have nice hair in general, but especially today when a %&@#%!$*@&!$$ guy tells you "Thank you for making BYU even more irritating" when you are at work and just trying to your job but being incredibly misunderstood--and thinking about your beautiful jungle woman hair is the only thing that can keep you from thinking about what a !@$# etc. that guy is. Thanks hair.

Summer Reading Pt. 2

"Some of these new thinkers say if we have better intelligence, if we can see everything we can't lose. What my brother always says is, 'Hey, say you are looking at a chess board. Is there anything you can't see? No. But are you guaranteed to win? Not at all, because you can't see what the other guy is thinking.'"

Celebrate.

Sometimes, when you are having a hard time you've got to look for the good, but sometimes that can be hard and you just need something a little extra to celebrate. That is in part why Liz and I have decided to find something to celebrate everyday by observing random daily holidays. It's easy to find lists online. Today was Duran Duran Appreciation day. It had been too long.

Summer Reading Pt. 1

"Remembering and forgetting are part of the same mental process. To write down one detail of an event is to not write down another (unless you keep writing forever). To remember one things is to let another slip from remembrance (unless you keep recalling forever). There is ethical as well as violent forgetting. We can't hold on to everything we've known so far. So the question is not whether we forget, but what, or whom, we forget" --p194 JSF Eating Animals

Jodi in the Suburbs

Or what I'm listening to today.




I kind of wish the new Arcade Fire had come out earlier in the summer, because then it would have been my summer soundtrack.