Tuesday, December 20, 2011


Hi friends,
Here is a short post of updates on life, bullet-style!

- I finished my last "real" semester of school. Boo-ya. Bring on the externships!

- I finally completed the second part to my Rehabilitation story on Bits O' Fiction. You can read it here. I'm pretty proud of it, and hope it makes you chuckle.

- My 25th birthday was last Sunday (the 11th). It is crazy to think that I am a quarter of a century old. I'm beginning to feel a quarter-life crisis coming on. I'll keep you posted on what crazy antics I get myself into.

- All I want for Christmas is to BREATHE! This inversion is really attacking my lungs. I think I heard somewhere that it's as bad as smoking a cigarette. Thanks, Utah.

- I crocheted a scarf for Bob for Christmas. I'm not a crafty person so this is a big fist-pumping moment for me!

- Bob and I went skiing for the first time (together) on Friday at Park City. It was awesome. I forgot how much I LOVE skiing. I could definitely put off having kids for another year and become a ski bum next winter. Here is a cute picture of us in gear:

- Bob currently has a man cold. What? You haven't heard of a man cold yet? You need to watch this educational video:


He also just text me saying, "I sound really deep and scratchy, like a mix between Barry Manilow and a cat." Sounds sexy. Maybe I'll have to get that one on tape.

Well, that's about all I have for now. Cheers!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

For Your Entertainment

Hey folks,
I bet you're wondering why I've been slacking off on blogging lately. Well, I have been blogging, just not on here. I decided to suck more time out of my life by starting a new blog. So, for you entertainment, I present you with:

Bits O' Fiction!!!

It's a new site where I can send all my crazy pop culture references to. I'll still update this blog with my everyday happenings, don't you worry. I just decided it was time to have a blog just for exaggerated stories of my life. So check it out. Become a Follower. Leave a comment. All those things are like Christmas for me. Without the hectic shopping sprees.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Are You There Cola? It's Me, Priscilla

And...I'm back! Betcha thought I was dead, eh? Think again! I'm am currently on a 3-week hiatus from school and, boy does it feel good! I'm honestly dreading going back to school. I'm about to start my 7th year of college. Whoa. Nerd, much? No. Not nerd. Just a glutten for punishment. My brain has decided it doesn't like school anymore. In fact, this is a conversation I had with my brain at the end of this last semester:

Me: "Hey, brain! How about we start writing this autism paper?"
Brain: "Hmm...No. I want chips."
Me: "Please? The sooner we get it done the closer we are to finishing the semester."
Brain: "Psh. Screw school. It's summer and we deserve to have a good time. How about grabbin' those Cheetos?"

There was nothing I could do. My brain walked me into the kitchen and forced me to eat a Cheeto Puff. Those puffs are evil. You have to eat half a bag to feel even remotely satisfied. Not to mention the MSG. Damn you, MSG! You actually make me want more and more and more until half my face is covered in orange powder. Then I looked like a crazed addict and have to call on the dog to help me clean up.

Which leads me to another point: grad school is hazardous to your health. I have gained 15 lbs. since grad school started last year. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! How did this happen? Since when does grad school turn you into a heffer? (Not as in Hugh, but as in Hippo). Clearly the Freshman 15 decided to wait until grad school to attack me. Lame. Oh so lame.

I've decided the following 3 items have contributed to this weight gain and I place all blame on them (because I would never be at fault, right?):

1) Sugared [caffeinated] drinks
2) MSG
3) Computers

I have a love/hate relationship with these items. I hate how much I love them. At least I've been trying to drink diet sodas lately. That's gotta count for something, right? As far as the MSG goes. It's in everything that I love. Cheetos, Ramen, Cup Noodles, Mac n' Cheese. It's hard to avoid it when you're like me and don't have many skillz in the kitchen. Finally, we come to computers. I spend the majority of my day on them. I sit in front of one to do data entry for work, have my laptop open during classes to take notes (and not surf the web, cough, cough), and keep it open all evening to hang out on Facebook and type up paperwork. I never get a break! And, truth be told, I'm remotely okay with that. As I said, I hate how much I love the computer.

Well, I can't think of much more to say here. So you'll have to be satisfied with this, for now. Oh, one last thing: I finally got my grades and got the highest GPA so far in grad school. Not a 4.0 like I would've wanted, but remotely close. Yay!

Okay. I'm done. Peace out, internet homies.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I Love You, 2!

The Bobers and I have been married for 2 years now. It's been a pretty awesome couple of years. I love knowing that we'll be together forever and I can't imagine life without him. To quote the movie Juno:

"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your a**. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

"As far as husbands go, Robert Neve is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni."

...and I really like Mac n' Cheese.

A toast to finding someone who loves me even after seeing Morning Cilla (she's an angry elf) and PMS Cilla, and Hungry Cilla, and Sad Cilla. While I think he loves me most when I'm happy, I know he still loves me when I'm cranky or blue.

Bring on year 3!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Still Here...I Think

Sorry I've been MIA lately. My motivation for blogging has been nil, kaput, non-existent. Nothing really exciting has been going on in my life. But, to keep all you blog stalkers out there satisfied, I've managed to scrounge up some bullet points of minor interest:

- Bob had a birthday in February {28 years...wowsas!}, and Maggie turned 1 on March 31. We went to Joe's Crab Shack with Bob's brother and his wife for Bobby's birthday and they embarrassed him riiil gooood. Observe:

And here is the Maggie dog on her birthday. Spoiled fluffy. She doesn't look happy in this picture, but promise me, she got lots of loves and a huge bone to chomp on.

- Bob and I went to Vegas for Spring Break this year. All-in-all we had a good time, but the weather was kinda crappy while we were there. It rained one day. Rain in Vegas? Really? I wanted some sun. My skin was dying for Vitamin D! But alas, we stayed in jeans most of the time. I was also reminded how I'm slowly but surely gaining weight that I don't want. Vegas definitely knows how to make a girl feel overweight. Here are some happy pictures of us in the Bellagio.

  - Bob and I went to Law School Prom and met up with our friends Rick and Elyse while we were there. It 'twas a nice date night. We ate good food, danced to some good music, and kifed some sodas on the way out for good measure. We also looked pretty good:

- I successfully completed semester #2 of my graduate program. I keep thinking back to the day when I opened my acceptance letter and how excited I was. WHY??!? Why was I so excited to sell my soul to the U? I am soooo glad I only have 1 year left. I'm done with school. My brain keeps checking out and I have to keep jump-starting it with chocolate and cola to keep it turned on (see my previous comment about gaining weight). I'm ready to be done with school and get on to the next phase of my life.

- Speaking of the next phase. Guess what?!


...Just kidding! Did I get ya? Though Bob and I are looking forward to babies AFTER we graduate, there is no bun cooking in the oven. Unless we're talking about a literal bun...and I'm not cooking one of those either. No buns. No ovens. I do plan on cooking some Spongebob shaped Mac 'n Cheese here soon. Yum!

(Am I the only one who thinks that shaped Mac 'n Cheese is like a bajillion times more delicious than regular Mac? Because IT IS! Don't believe me? Go to your nearest grocery or convenience store and buy some Spongebob Mac RIGHT NOW!)

Okay. I think I'm done now. Hopefully I'll get out of my blogging funk soon to provide you with more interesting happenings. Until then, wish me luck that I don't punch Mother Nature in the throat for making it rain so much these past few weeks.

There's really no exciting way to end this post, so here is a funny picture of a cat:

Wednesday, April 6, 2011


I've recently decided that I spend my life on the computer. You'd think after being online all day with school and work I'd run screaming from my laptop in the evening.


I'm addicted to the computer.

I think this little girl exemplifies my feelings:

Yup. Obsessed.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Proof That I'm {Kinda} Witty

So, I kept struggling to finish that "10 Days of Cilla" baloney. I have other things that I want to talk about. So I've decided not to finish it. Instead, I will be providing you with proof that I am a wee bit witty. Not lots of wit, but a little bitty witty.

Here's my most recent story to tell y'all: Justin's Nut Butter (website found here) is an organic maker of all kinds of nut butter. Chocolate hazelnut, maple almont, honey peanut butter...holy cow they have so many varieties! I've gotta be honest here, I've never actually tried them, but my awesome sister loves all the flavors she's tried out. I trust her judgment.

So Justin's Facebook page has had a daily contest the past few days. The person who best answers a PB question gets a free tub of PB and a peanut butter cup. My sister won on Monday and tipped me off about this cool contest just in time for me to enter on Tuesday.

Here was the question: "Tell me about the world's largest PB&J. "

And my answer: "The world’s largest PB&J was created by the world’s smallest creatures: Moompa Foompas. The Moompa Foompas are close relatives to Oompa Loompas and hail from FoompaLand (a VERY small suburb in Grand Saline, TX). Moompa Foompas worship the p...eanut and hold an annual Peanut Butter Carnival (minus the creepy bearded lady and lobster-man) to celebrate the blessed union between these two spreadables. Last year, Master Foompa and his fellow Foompites decided to break the PB&J record for biggest sandwich previously set by Oklahoma City. It took approx. 5,389 Foompas to construct the 1,342 lb monstrosity. Sadly, due to the Moompa Foompa’s obsession with the peanut, they all perished from over-indulgence. Upon seeing the heaven-sent sandwich, folks in Grand Saline swooped in to take the credit from Guiness World Records to prove, once and for all, that everything really is bigger in Texas."

(As a side note, the largest PB&J really was created in Grand Saline, TX and did weigh 1,342 lbs).

That night I was overjoyed to see that they chose my entry to win! My award is a jar of Justin's peanut butter and a peanut butter cup! I've never really won any contests like this before, so you can understand why I'm so darn excited to get my free PB!

Moving on, I entered the contest again yesterday. I didn't think a person could win twice, but I still answered the question for kicks and giggles.

Question: "When is the next Peanut related holiday and how are you celebrating?"

(FYI: The next PB holiday is National PB&J day on Saturday)

My answer: "I, too, will be celebrating PB&J Day this Saturday. I expect my day to go a little like this: 10am: Make 10 PB&Js with Justin's fantabulous PB. Eat in 10 minutes. 11am: Make 11 PB&Js with Justin's chocolate hazelnut. Eat in 11 minutes. I ex...pect this to continue with all of Justin's amazing (and diverse!) flavors until a nut-butter coma ensues. I look forward to a 30-day hibernation period in which I will dream of frolicking through a secluded meadow scooping up handfuls of nut butter filled flowers. The only thing that will pull me out of this fantastic coma will be the aroma of a fresh deep-fried PB&J made with nothing other than Justin's classic Peanut Butter. I can't wait!"

I checked back this morning to see who had won, and was shocked to see that they chose me! Two days in a row, baby! Lady Luck was smiling upon me this week. I really needed this ray of happiness this week. I've been feeling down on myself lately - like I've been slowly losing little aspects of my personality that make me me. Grad school has put a big stick up my butt, and I've lost a lot of my muchness, my cilla-ness, if you will.

So here's a toast to proof that I still have the ability to put a smile on someone's face and take random facts and turn them into fun little bits o' fiction. That sounds like a cereal... Bits o' Fiction! Enriched with 13 chuckles and chortles. Now with 3 proven facts! Well, I think I'll end on that random note. Until next time, you stay awesome, internet.

Friday, March 11, 2011

10 Days of Cilla: Day 3

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight pet peeves.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

So on Day Three I was originally supposed to list eight ways to win my heart. Since Bob has already done this, I've decided to let you in on eight things that drive me bonkers. Here we go...

Bad Grammar. Why is this so hard for people to get right? We learned this in Elementary, folks. It's not that hard. Let me break this down for you:

1. Your/You're
"You're" is a contraction of "you are." See that little apostrophe? It's like a happy little reminder that "you're" is the fantastic offspring of two separate words.
--Example: "You're really stupid if you use 'your' as a contraction of 'you are.'"

"Your" is a possessive. You are the owner of the word following "your."
--Example: "Your bad grammar makes me want to club a baby seal."

See? You own the bad grammar! Let's move on.

2. There/Their/They're
Once again, "they're" is a contraction of "they are."
--Example: "See those grammatically incorrect comments on YouTube? They're clearly written by incompetent monkey-people."

"Their" is, much like your, a possessive! Yay possessives! Here's a fantastic example:
--Example: "Their bad grammar makes me want to club a baby seal."
See how I didn't use "they're?" That would have made the sentence read, "They are bad grammar makes me want to club a baby seal." Yikes.

"There" is referring to a place or idea. Easy enough.
--Example: "Heya, Cletus!? Do you see that thur girlie clubbin' them baby seals over there?"
See? Even BobbyRayJoeFrank can use the correct form of there!

3. A lot.
Two words, people. TWO WORDS! Do you write alittle? No. So please, for the love of all good things, put a space between those words. If I see another person write "alot" I will come to your house and shove a lot of junk mail into your mailbox. I might even make fun of you a lot in public and cover your Facebook page with a lot of ridicule about your crappy grammar. Thank goodness for Hyperbole and a Half, my new favorite blog, for writing this fantastic post. It has saved me from hurting a lot of people.

4. Speaking of grammar, teachers usually use correct grammar. Huzzah for teachers! You know what they DON'T do that makes me crazy? Fully erase the white/black board! I immediately stop paying attention if the teacher leaves those few smidgens of writing on the board and then write over it. Oh hell. This just kills me.

5. Hey guys and gals who are soon to be parents. Please don't say "we're pregnant!" Really, baby daddy? You are carrying a child in your belly? I think not. How about trying, "she's pregnant!" or, "we're expecting a baby!" Ahhh... much better.

6. It is a big pet peeve of mine when a cashier gives me back my change all wrapped up in my receipt. Do you know how hard it is to separate those two to put them in their respective places? It like these cashiers put magnets in both of them and expect me to use my magnanimous muscles to tear them apart. I get so self conscious when this happens, like the whole world is watching how I will attack this life-altering challenge.

7. I've worked as a glorified receptionist for about 5 years now. I've taken a lot of people's information over the phone and in person. There are a butt-load of things that bug me with these folks, but the worst is when people use 'o' instead of 'zero' when talking about numbers. O is a letter and Zero is a number. I know they look the same on the keyboard but they are sooooo different.

Example? Betty Lamesauce calls and I ask her for her phone number. Her response? "Eight-oh-one, ---, five, six, oh, three." The next time this happens I want to act all confused and pretend like I don't understand that she thinks o and zero are synonymous. That would be awesome!

8. Like most people, I am bugged by other people's bad driving. Not using turn signals, cutting me off, driving real slow. All really grind my gears. But the winner of the blue ribbon goes to people who turn on their turn signals and keep them on for the next 52 blocks. Each blink of that forgotten turn signal brings me closer to a seizure.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

10 Days of Cilla: Day 2

Wow. I picked the worst day to begin this little assignment. I had crazy busy weekend and a crappy test yesterday. Sheesh! Well, here's Day 2 a few days late:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

1. I really like Vanilla Coke. Like really, really. I know I shouldn't be chugging down on sugared, carbonated beverages, but with VC I just can't help myself. It's even better when you can add the vanilla flavoring yourself (Thank you 7-Eleven!). I want one right now. I also want some Chicken Tikka Masala from Ganesh. Yum!

2. My parents call me "Willie." This always surprises friends when they come over to my house and hear, "Willie, will you grab me a fork?" Yes it's weird but so is my name. The evolution of this nickname goes something like this: "Priscilla Magilla" --> "Willa Magilla" --> "Willie Magillie" --> "Willie." Makes sense, yes?

3. I have a GINORMOUSLY HUGE fear of snakes. It's bad. I see snakes on the television and get the creeps. It doesn't matter if it's a harmless Garter snake or a freakish Anaconda. I will scream. I will run. I may pee my pants. I even get scared of branches and other debris that look like snakes. Now just watch. I'll probably die from a snake bite. [Shiver]

4. I love the 80s. Specifically 80s music and movies. I wish I had spent more time in this decade. Four years was not enough. At this very moment I'm basking in the glory that is "Dancing in Heaven" by Q-Feel. I think I need to change my ponytail to a side ponytail now.

5. I have an amazing ability to belch. I'm a big burper. A big, bodacious burper. My Aunt Lizzie and older sister taught me how to burp and I have been challenging the best ever since. I usually win. Usually.

6. When I find a song that I like I can listen to it over and over and over and over and over. This is usually when I grab some headphones so I don't drive my coworkers or the other students bonkers. I am currently on the 8th replay of "Dancing in Heaven." (See #4 above).

7. I feel tired all the time. I'm pretty sure nothing is medically wrong with me. I just like to sleep. I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere. Aside from the classic places like my bed and the couch, I am always falling asleep in class, in the car (not while driving, though!), while sitting in front of the computer and while studying.

8. I would love to live by the beach. I'm not a huge fan of the cold and snow and want to live in 70 degree weather year-round. Hopefully Bob and I can live in Cali or Hawaii sometime in our lives. That would be splendid!

9. It took me 4 days to finish this post. I have sold my soul to grad school and it's showing.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

10 Days of Cilla: Day 1

My friend, Tiffany, had posted this on her blog. I couldn't resist a little 10-day blogging spree so here we go:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


1. I love you. You are my everything. I feel like the luckiest girl to have you in my life. Even though we have our arguments I know your heart is always in the right place. Thank you for working so hard to make our lives better. Also, lay off the video games some. I know you love them, but Maggie and I are selfish and want more of your attention. Also, please take me to the beach.

2. You are just what I need to come home to at the end of each day. I love that you are always excited to see me. I love when we cuddle on the couch. And while I love that you clean up after my left-overs, I DO NOT like that you have developed an appetite for Pepper's poopy. Stop eating it. It is gross. I still love you, but seriously, gross.

3. You are smart, beautiful and awesome. You are a wonderful person, but you need to let others help you every once in a while! I admire that you want to be an independent, super-woman, but I know you would be happier if you let others into your life more.

4. Stop bragging about your awesome family, all the money your family has and the fact that you've been all over the world. It doesn't come across as impressive. It makes you sound cocky. And I know you have the potential to be a sweet person. Live up to that potential.

5. Why did our friendship just stop? I feel like you have this new life and don't want me a part of it. I miss you lots and lots. Remember all those times when we were inseparable? I miss that, too. I wish we could go back to those days.

6. Material possessions cannot go with you after you die. You have an amazing family and should be thankful to be so blessed! I promise relationships can make you more happy than any 'thing' ever could. I love you and only want you to find true happiness in your life.

7. Your boyfriend creeps me out. I think you are amazing and can do much better. (Sorry boyfriend). I also miss you. You should ditch boyfriend and come hang with me! Tell your sister to call me as well.

8. You are one of my best friends! I think you are completely and undeniably wonderful. Every day I pray that you find happiness and that a man will come and sweep you off your feet. You deserve to be happy and I hope that you are finding that each and every day. And, most importantly, you gotta let him hear it sizzle!

9. You are hilarious! Some people say we look like each other. So whatta ya say? Wanna switch places for a day? Or a year? I can be funny, too...sometimes.

10. I miss you a lot. I'm sad that you never got to see me graduate or get married. I know that you are watching after my loved ones who have passed on, and it's comforting knowing you are watching me from Heaven. I hope I'm making you proud and look forward to the day when I can see you again.


Wow! That actually felt really good. Very liberating. I hope this doesn't create an honesty monster in me; making me blurt out everything that's on my mind. (Should I have used a semicolon there? (This website is only a minor help when teaching me about semicolons). Why does honesty hurt when it is a good thing? Deep questions to ponder. (Except the semicolon thing. I'm not one to stay up late thinking about punctuation...or am I?)

Well, until tomorrow, happy Thursday, Internet! (Should I have used a semicolon there, too? Arrrghhh! I hate this!)

Monday, February 14, 2011

Kitty Meow Meow Gets Lice

Okay gang,
Here is that amazing, wonderful, scintillating 100th post that I promised. Enjoy this story about a cat, a dog and a bad case of lice.

One sunny afternoon while the bees were pollinating many-a-rose bud, Kitty Meow Meow was enjoying a wonderful cat nap in the spring sun. Suddenly this cat nip-induced dream was interrupted by a large pinch on her leg. She woke up with a start exclaiming, “Meow! Meow meooow. Moooowewe wowie meowchie,” Which, when translated from Kitty-anese, means, “Holy cow! I feel like I want to scratch my skin off! Ouchie Meowchie!” After approximately 14 minutes of an epic claws vs. skin battle to the death, Kitty Meow Meow decided to enlist the help of Master Doggy Woof Woof to rid her of her debilitating condition.

Meanwhile, in the trenches of Kitty Meow Meow’s fat rolls (Kitty is a very obese cat but she will deny these accusations. She claims her fur makes her look poofy.) Louse Chomp Chomp was enjoying his third afternoon snack of Type O- Kitty Bloody Mary. “Mmm,” he thought, “I could drink this feline all day! Oh wait! I already have been!” Louse Chomp Chomp then let out the loudest, most evil laugh that his little louse lungs could manage. “Muahahahaha,” he shrieked and took another big gulp of Kitty Meow Meow’s sweet-tasting blood.

While waddling over to Doggy Woof Woof’s doghouse, Kitty Meow Meow stopped short. She could’ve sworn she had heard a soft squeak coming from her left knee roll. She shrugged it off and determined it was a delusion brought about by her intense need to scratch. When Kitty Meow Meow finally reached Doggy Woof Woof’s doghouse she was seriously out of breath and found him meditating in the downward dog position. Kitty Meow Meow, usually a considerate cat, couldn’t bear to wait for Doggy Woof Woof to finish his meditation session. The crazy need to scratch sent her into a kitty tizzy fit as she pounced on his arched back and started rambling in very unintelligible spits and squawks. Once again, when translated it can be best estimated that she said something like, “Master…itchy…woof woof… itchy leg!…help stop itchy…fat roll…need twinkie… MEOWCHIE!”

Doggy Woof Woof, of course, understood each poor hiss coming from Kitty. He remained calm as he used his Chinese chow chow powers to see what was causing Kitty Meow Meow so much grief. He knew right away that Kitty Meow Meow had a little louse lounging on her large, lardy leg. (Alliteration is fun!)

Little did Doggy Woof Woof know that at that exact moment Louse Chomp Chomp was drooling at the excitement of feeding off a fit dog in hopes of lowering his cholesterol (I told you, Kitty is a chunky one). Louse waited until the right moment when the cat and dog were close enough to each other to leap with all his might onto the back of Doggy Woof Woof.

Ready. Set. Super louse jumping power!


The jump was a success!

And that’s how Doggy Woof Woof got a bad case of fur lice and needed to be shaved of all his Chinese Chow Chow fluffiness. Shame.

Friday, January 28, 2011

You Know What's Sad?

...Not being able to count...or read numbers.

In my last post I made a big hullabaloo about it being my 100th post. I even made LEGITIMATE Funfetti cupcakes complete with LEGITIMATE pink Funfetti frosting in celebration of the big day. Can you get any more legit than that? At this point I was legit. I was too legit. I was too legit to quit.

I was as happy as a tornado in a trailer park that I had reached such a momentous moment in my blogging life.

But then I looked again to see that wonderful {#100} next to my list of posts and found something that kicked me off my Funfetti pedestal faster than Chuck Norris can roundhouse kick your face.

The #100 was gone!


Someone stole my perfect #100!


And in its place, sticking out like a bulging white-head on the forehead of life was...

A freakin' #98!!! Ninety [bleepin] EIGHT posts? How can I have only written 98 flippin' posts?

At this point I am not legit. I am un-legit. And for that reason I must quit. (If you're lost at this point, you really need to makes friends with MC Hammer and the movie Hot Rod).

And am pretty much feeling like a dumbo idiot for not being able to distinguish a 98 from a 100.
I feel like so much time has been wasted. Time that I could have spent doing something less celebratory...like making Funfetti cupcakes WITHOUT Funfetti frosting. I could've saved $3.00 by making my own icing. And I can guarantee it would have been fun, too. Butter + shortening + vanilla + powdered sugar + more butter = cholesterolly fun goodness!

Even more upsetting than knowing that I obviously need to change my glasses prescription is knowing that I let you all down. I'm sure you each had your own Priscilla-inspired fiesta the night of my erroneous blog post. Did you make Funfetti cupcakes, too? Sorry about that. But at least you got to enjoy a tasty treat, right? Right.

So here's a toast to my 99th post of blogging awesomeness:

May you all have a prosperous week full of happiness and EXTREME anticipation for the real, honest-to-goodness legitimate 100th post of the century.

Trust me. This is gonna be big.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Happy 100th Post!

This is my 100th post on this blog! Ohmigosh! In celebration of this momentous event, I plan to make Funfetti cupcakes this evening. Nothing says celebration like rainbow-colored sprinkles in my cupcakes! Huzzah! But seriously, let's talk about Funfetti for a minute...

Just look at that deliciousness! I know Funfetti screams "7-year-old birthday party" but I don't care. I don't need fancy creme brulee to keep me happy, all I need is a tasty cupcake that looks like sprinkles are baked into the batter...like magic!

Moving on from my Ode to Funfetti, I'd like to make this 100th post a happy helping of things that have been on my mind lately. (I originally thought of listing 100 things I love, or 100 favorite foods, but let's be realistic. I don't have that kind of time. I've got Funfetti cupcakes to make tonight!

To begin, I have a serious crush on David Tennant (The 10th doctor on the BBC series Doctor Who). Bob introduced me to Doctor Who shortly after we got married. I gotta be honest here, I was hesitant to accept this crazy television show. The first doctor, Christopher Eccleston, just didn't catch my fancy. But as soon as Mr. Tennant became The Doctor, I became VERY interested in this show. I mean, just look at this:

 [Wolf Howl] Soooooo good looking! Talk about delicious! Mmm!

Is it crazy that I actually get giddy when I watch him? I haven't had a TV crush since J.T.T (ya know, Jonathan Taylor Thomas? I definitely crushed on him when I was a tween)! This is big stuff, folks. He and his Doctor Who costar, Catherine Tate will be performing together in Much Ado About Nothing May-August of this year and I would LOVE to go. I'm pretty sure I'd be like a pre-teen at a Justin Bieber concert if I went to this play. Do you think I could convince Bob to take me? I'm not so sure about that one. Not only are we on the lower-income side of things with both of us being in school, but this show is at the Wyndham's Theater in London. Did you catch that? London. Yeah...I definitely don't think we can afford a trip overseas.

...but a girl can dream, can't she?

Puh-puh-puh-puhlease take me to see him, Bob!

Okay, okay, enough of me gushing about my celebrity crush (though there's no guaranteeing that I won't mention it in the future). Let's move on to another topic:

They are everywhere! My life has been overcome by a baby explosion! And no, I am not pregnant and won't be for a while, but it sure seems like everyone around me is. Don't get me wrong, I'm very exciting for all my family and friends that are welcoming new little ones into their lives, but it's bugging me a little. Why? 'Cause I want one. I know it's not an ideal time for Bob and I to bring an [adorable] child into this world, but that doesn't change the fact that I've got babies on my mind. I'm getting tired of school really fast (hey, I've been going to classes almost every semester since Fall 2005!). I'm ready to have a house (or at least a slightly bigger place). I'm ready for a career. I'm ready to move to the next phase in my life (AKA no more school). I'm pretty sure Bob and I will have pretty babies. If they look anything like my cute niece, then we're golden:

Can you believe that this picture hasn't been retouched? I swear it looks like she should be advertising for Baby Gap or something! But alas, no babies for us until we are done with school. I can't even imagine how I would take care of the little one while being in school. I'll just have to be patient.

Next topic! I've been thinking a lot lately how I wish I were different that I am.
I wish I were more crafty. Then I could whip up some fantastic home decor and have a wonderfully fun and fresh living room! I could take some of my old clothes that I never wear and re purpose them into something new and fun. I frequent the Make It and Love It website and covet all the fun projects she puts up...[sigh] if only I had the time and talent to be a super cool crafter.

I wish I had a better singing voice so I could audition for some local plays. I really miss acting. I haven't been in a play since the Spring of 2005. Sadness. I always had so much fun performing in shows with my friends, but now it seems like you need to sing in your audition. I'm just not that secure with my singing voice to go out and introduce the world to my not-so-awesome voice. Sadness.

Speaking of things that I miss, I really miss dancing, too. Dancing was my life growing up. I remember dancing almost every day when I was on Cottonwood High's Dance Company. Sure, it was tough, but it was so much fun! I wish I could find some company to join, just for fun. (Plus, I could definitely benefit from the exercise)!
Well, I think this post is long enough for you all to stumble through. I cannot believe this is my 100th post. Have I really had that much to say? I suppose so. Until next time, you stay classy, Internet.


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Oh, Hello 2011!

Hi friends. Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I feel like I have a lot less to blog about while in grad school. Things are pretty much the same from week-to-week. Study, sleep, eat, class, work... Sure, the occasional interesting thing happens, but the time just isn't there to share how my 7-year-old client told me I was going to 'Juvie' during one of our sessions.

So here's a summary of this last semester:
- Started school- Took a lot of tests
- Got Maggie spayed
- Continued to gain weight (lack of physical activity will do that to you!)
- Welcomed a new nephew into the family
- Finished crocheting a hat (big achievement, lemme tell ya!)
- Got hives a week before finals from stress
- Finished the semester with decent grades- Managed to stay healthy through the whole semester (knock on wood)

I'm quite relieved to be done with my first round of classes. I had a teacher that was...ahem...horrible. I felt as if I never knew what she wanted from me. I was constantly frustrated with her teaching style and always wanting to punch her in the face. Luckily, I kept my anger in check and passed both her classes. Success!

The break has been nice. Most nights I don't know what to do with myself. I'm so used to coming home and falling into the books/passing out on the couch that all this free time is hard to fill. I'm still a fan of falling asleep on the couch, so that's managed to stay on my after work 'to do' list. Hey, if you had our amazingly comfy couches and a dog to lay on your feet you'd fall asleep early every night, too!

A major highlight of the break was the annual friend Christmas party. Around 20 of us get together once a year and have a yummy dinner, a present exchange and play some awesome games. I love these people. They were the same gang that I went to La Jolla, California with when Bob and I met. I love how each year the group gets bigger with marriages and babies. This year we had 1 little guy there, and next year we will have at least 5 kids at the party. Wowza! I love these folks!

A small grouping of friends at the party.

Christmas was a little crazy, but awesome nonetheless. Bob got me some awesome gifts, and my parents hooked us up with some much needed things. We spent New Years Eve at Bob's sister's house with family and friends. We played games and snacked on yummies. Good times. We headed up to Bob's Momma's house on New Years Day and had an epic sledding adventure in Mantua. More good times with the Bob.

Speaking of the new year, I can't believe it is 2011. It sounds too...hmm...futuristic? Maybe it's those extra syllables twen-ty-e-le-ven. Yup. Those 5 syllables are most definitely more futuristic that the 3 in twen-ty-ten.

Syllables aside, it feels good to enter a new year. I love 'staring fresh'. Now that I have graduate school figured out, I am ready to take on a new semester. I am excited to work with my clients, and see the progress that they will make these next few months.

I'm not one to make New Years resolutions. I never keep them. They seem so overwhelming! Instead of making mammoth resolutions, I prefer to make 'tentative goals' for this year. Here's my list:

1. Get Healthier.
This can include just about anything. Eating better things for me, exercising more, taking the stairs, eating less at meals.

2. Be Nicer.
Less gossip, more patience, more service, less road rage.

3. Work Harder.
At everything! School, work, clinic, exercising, being an all-around better person.

4. Stop Chewing My Cheek
My nervous/bored habit? I bite the inside of my cheek. Especially during tests. I should probably work on stopping this. More gum, perhaps?

Yeah, that's all I have for now. I like keeping goals few and broad. Except for #4. That's pretty specific. And for good reason.

So there you have it. A nice summary of the past few months of my life wrapped into one handy-dandy blog post. Ta-da!!!