June 03, 2009
May 20, 2009
Bravo, America
Last night, the citizens of this great country exercised their right to vote.
For Kris Allen, of course!
Even from the first auditions, Kris was modest and lovable. Adorable and talented. He has grown as an artist throughout the competition and really stood out these last few weeks as he continued to amaze. The finale was like a battle between good versus evil, clean versus dirty, Gators versus Seminoles, en fuego versus Cheetahs. (Sorry, that last one might be lost on most of you. But I can assure you the point is still there.) And good always wins.
But I knew Kris would win all along. We're BFFs. We go way back.
What?! You don't believe me?
Well, here's some proof:
Homecoming junior year.
Here I am congratulating Kris after a great show. NBD.
Just cooking in the kitchen. Notice the matching aprons.
Kris and I chilling backstage before one of his performances. I give the best pep talks.
Bravo, America. You chose the right man. Way to go, Kris!
Now, if you will excuse me, I'm awaiting my phone call from Kris any minute to invite me to all of the fabulous parties being held in LA in his honor as a token of his gratitude for my loyal friendship.
For Kris Allen, of course!
Even from the first auditions, Kris was modest and lovable. Adorable and talented. He has grown as an artist throughout the competition and really stood out these last few weeks as he continued to amaze. The finale was like a battle between good versus evil, clean versus dirty, Gators versus Seminoles, en fuego versus Cheetahs. (Sorry, that last one might be lost on most of you. But I can assure you the point is still there.) And good always wins.
But I knew Kris would win all along. We're BFFs. We go way back.
What?! You don't believe me?
Well, here's some proof:
Here I am congratulating Kris after a great show. NBD.
Just cooking in the kitchen. Notice the matching aprons.
Kris and I chilling backstage before one of his performances. I give the best pep talks.
Bravo, America. You chose the right man. Way to go, Kris!
Now, if you will excuse me, I'm awaiting my phone call from Kris any minute to invite me to all of the fabulous parties being held in LA in his honor as a token of his gratitude for my loyal friendship.
May 12, 2009
May 05, 2009
Summertime and the Livin' is Easy
Summer has officially begun in Gatorland. I am now back at home and all of my stuff is in my room. Still in its pretty Mesa Red luggage. In a giant pile reaching to the ceiling. But at least it's home.
Last Thursday was the P. Dubb's 19th birthday. We celebrated by going out to eat with his family at Longhorn, where they made a big scene and brought out some ice cream for the birthday boy. We then went back to his house for a night of The Office, biscotti, coffee, and more ice cream. Pretty much a perfect night if you ask me.
I wanted to do something special for his birthday, too. He asked me to make him a dinner, which I was super excited about. I made an adaptation of Smitten Kitchen's Peanut Sesame noodles, packed it in a cooler, and we headed to the beach for a sunset picnic.
I love people-watching.
I love sunsets.
I love sandcastles.
I love Florida.
I love this picture.
I love this kid.
Last Thursday was the P. Dubb's 19th birthday. We celebrated by going out to eat with his family at Longhorn, where they made a big scene and brought out some ice cream for the birthday boy. We then went back to his house for a night of The Office, biscotti, coffee, and more ice cream. Pretty much a perfect night if you ask me.
I wanted to do something special for his birthday, too. He asked me to make him a dinner, which I was super excited about. I made an adaptation of Smitten Kitchen's Peanut Sesame noodles, packed it in a cooler, and we headed to the beach for a sunset picnic.
I love sunsets.
I love sandcastles.
I love Florida.
I love this picture.
I love this kid.
April 23, 2009
Reassessing my Expectations
Disclaimer: I'm a big baby. Proceed with caution.
There is a fundamental and universal pattern in the way people name objects; they are generally named after the function they perform or the service they provide.
For instance, computers compute, irons iron, bakers bake, and coaches coach. This is even true in different languages. For instance, jugadores juegan in Spanish.
There is a point to this, I swear.
Once every couple of weeks, I manage to cut a chunk of time out of my oh-so-busy schedule to lug my bag of dirty clothes down to the laundromat of my dorm. This is no easy task; girls wear A LOT of clothes over the course of two weeks (especially in the winter). Multiple trips are inevitable. The laundromat of my dorm isn't inside the building but rather in the common area between two dorms. And did I mention I live on the 4th floor? On a given laundry day, I could make 6 separate trips to the laundromat and back. And don't get me started about the limited availability of machines. There is no mercy for people who leave their clothing unattended in the machines when their cycle is done. To top it all off, it costs $1.25 a load per machine! It costs me over $7 to do my laundry every 2 weeks, which comes out to about $130 a school year.
Now, I have two very simple, but essential, expectations when I finally make it down there. They are as follows:
1. Clothes will be washed when I take them out of the washer.
2. Clothes will be dry when I take them out of the dryer.
Usually my first expectation is fulfilled. My clothes come out smelling like Tide and that's how I like it. But the second one is another story. You see where I'm going here.
My laundry recently got out of hand because I was a few days overdue for my laundry day. I was dreading making the epic journey down to the laundromat but I put on my big girls pants and made the trip. I have a system for getting the clothes down there and in the washer; I even have it timed right so that I will have time to fold each load after it comes out of the dryer just in time for the next load to come out. It's a beautiful thing.
Clothes in, detergent in, cough up some money, and - BAM! - spin cycle. Wait 35 minutes and throw them in the dryer. (Remember, you have to be prompt - no mercy.) Fabric softener, cough up some more money, and - POW! - halfway done. 50 minutes later, you have dry clothes.
Or so I thought. Everything was going smoothly until the last step. I was already on a tight schedule to get to work on time so I had the cycles timed perfectly. I went down to get the my clothes expecting dry clothes.
Needless to say, they were not dry.
I have discovered there are many drawbacks to quasi-dry clothes. First of all, they no longer smell Tide-fresh. They smell more like damp dogs. It is also very difficult to get the wrinkles out of non-dry clothing. But I think the worst part about my endeavor was the towel. Wouldn't you know it; drying off with a wet towel is not the most effective method and highly unpleasant.
Moral of the story: don't do laundry.
There is a fundamental and universal pattern in the way people name objects; they are generally named after the function they perform or the service they provide.
For instance, computers compute, irons iron, bakers bake, and coaches coach. This is even true in different languages. For instance, jugadores juegan in Spanish.
There is a point to this, I swear.
Once every couple of weeks, I manage to cut a chunk of time out of my oh-so-busy schedule to lug my bag of dirty clothes down to the laundromat of my dorm. This is no easy task; girls wear A LOT of clothes over the course of two weeks (especially in the winter). Multiple trips are inevitable. The laundromat of my dorm isn't inside the building but rather in the common area between two dorms. And did I mention I live on the 4th floor? On a given laundry day, I could make 6 separate trips to the laundromat and back. And don't get me started about the limited availability of machines. There is no mercy for people who leave their clothing unattended in the machines when their cycle is done. To top it all off, it costs $1.25 a load per machine! It costs me over $7 to do my laundry every 2 weeks, which comes out to about $130 a school year.
Now, I have two very simple, but essential, expectations when I finally make it down there. They are as follows:
1. Clothes will be washed when I take them out of the washer.
2. Clothes will be dry when I take them out of the dryer.
Usually my first expectation is fulfilled. My clothes come out smelling like Tide and that's how I like it. But the second one is another story. You see where I'm going here.
My laundry recently got out of hand because I was a few days overdue for my laundry day. I was dreading making the epic journey down to the laundromat but I put on my big girls pants and made the trip. I have a system for getting the clothes down there and in the washer; I even have it timed right so that I will have time to fold each load after it comes out of the dryer just in time for the next load to come out. It's a beautiful thing.
Clothes in, detergent in, cough up some money, and - BAM! - spin cycle. Wait 35 minutes and throw them in the dryer. (Remember, you have to be prompt - no mercy.) Fabric softener, cough up some more money, and - POW! - halfway done. 50 minutes later, you have dry clothes.
Or so I thought. Everything was going smoothly until the last step. I was already on a tight schedule to get to work on time so I had the cycles timed perfectly. I went down to get the my clothes expecting dry clothes.
Needless to say, they were not dry.
I have discovered there are many drawbacks to quasi-dry clothes. First of all, they no longer smell Tide-fresh. They smell more like damp dogs. It is also very difficult to get the wrinkles out of non-dry clothing. But I think the worst part about my endeavor was the towel. Wouldn't you know it; drying off with a wet towel is not the most effective method and highly unpleasant.
Moral of the story: don't do laundry.
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