Tuesday, February 22

Weekend Results


No, I didn't see Mount Rushmore. Still need to... :(
  • 23 baby grasshoppers in my window (now vacuumed up.)
  • Some quality Tucker Time.
  • Having to Re-hash my computer again (I do believe I need to get an external hard drive.) Happy to say everything has been re-installed and is up and running.
  • Wistfully dreaming of DA:O II release! 0_O
  • Yummy Chinese at the Donnelly's (Donnellies? XD)
  • Several hours of gaming with Moroni (Rapellz)
  • A re-living of my Sims addiction.
  • Settlers of Catan (ending in a tie.)
  • Searching for a song to try out for Suessical with.
  • Singing in church after 15 minutes of practice!
  • Lovely blue-room-cool late mornings with entertaining novels.
  • Visiting teaching
  • Wii, Butterbeer, and Jungle Jam
  • First Mandolin Lesson!
  • Met and fell in love with an accordion.
  • Hours spent on homework: Zero.
  • Hours spent feeling slightly guilty for ignoring homework: 0.25
  • Hours spent gaming in any form: 14.5
  • Hours spent reading: 10.5
Feelin fine. :) I'm ready for the last month.5



Tuesday, February 15

Scared of Boys


I've discovered something. I'm afraid of college boys.

Yes, yes, snark. It's kinda funny when you really think about it. However, I am not afraid of them for very particular reasons. I'm earnestly afraid of becoming attached to one of them and not going on a mission.

I don't explain this for anyone's benefit but my own. I'm not consciously doing this, I have just become aware of it. After a latin dance class last summer during which--for the first time--a young college RM took an interest in me, I asked Ric for advice. Can I go on a date with this young man if I don't anticipate furthering our relationship? You must remember, this was an entire year ago, and I was still thinking of a mission in a "mayhaps..." fashion. Ric suggested I inform him of the fact that I was planning on a mission, but naturally that won't do. I mean, what do I say? "Sure, we can go out, but you must know that I'm 19 and I'm planning on going on a mission in a year and a half. Maybe."

Yep. So I merely (and kindly) said "no, sorry" to his date request and moved on with my life.

But something had been set off in my brain. It goes something like this:

Talking to men --> familiar contact with man --> date with man --> relationship with man --> no mission. And I'd been so keenly vying after a mission for so long, I guess my brain decided to put up defenses and turned off that key part of my brain that willingly communicates with eligible Mormon bachelors. Let me show you:

Case #1 -- Landscaping. Let me level here, this major is equal to "manly men doing manly things". There are a plethora of attractive men involved in this work force, and last summer I had the opportunity to work with several of them. Looking back now, I can reckon easily that I got along really well with those I knew were married, and talked as little as possible to those that weren't.

Case #2 -- David. I worked with this individual in fertilizer application during the summer, and he was in my Plants class during the fall. I admit, he was quite attractive and he would occasionally try to pull me in conversation. For reasons I am just beginning to realize, I was always a bit cold and tried to talk as little as possible with him because it made me so uncomfortable. Near the end of the semester I found out that he was either married or engaged -- I hadn't realized this before for some reason. But now he's in another of my classes and we talk quite cordially.

Case #3 -- Attractive men in general. Now I work at KBYU and I have to admit, there are a generally hefty amount of attractive RMs that work in production. Walking around carrying heavy equipment, acting as security guards, being assistants for my superiors, and I have the most difficult time being comfortable enough to talk to them. And now I have issue because I'm supposed to give them orientation, work side-by-side with them, and interact with them on a regular basis. Only now do I realize that even those individuals who I've seen and talked to on a regular basis still make me uncomfortable. I avoid their gaze, try to limit interaction, and fail to encourage friendly conversation for the most part.

On one occasion I went to do baptisms the other day and there was a young, devilishly attractive RM at the front desk looking at recommends. He smiled warmly at me and I was intensely aware of his presence for the entire time I was there. One of the temple workers was walking along the front as we were waiting for our turn in the font, and he rather wickedly pointed out to us girls that there was a "handsome young man" working at the desk if any of us wanted a date. I was mortified and avoided him as keenly as possible as I left. But for why?

Psychological boundaries. Is it possible? Could I have subconsciously set up this response? And can I overcome it? I don't hesitate to admit it, but this isn't a very good tendency to develop... particularly when I DO go on a mission...

Tuesday, February 8

$250.00 Cookies

Working a mail room does have it's benefits. When mail isn't addressed to anyone in particular you open it and determine where it should go based on it's contents. There is a certain individual who goes by anything from "Bill Clinton" to "Oprah Winfrey". He sends things to KBYU regularly, and usually they are random letters and postcards. We used to throw them away until I received a package and, upon opening, found a video of intensely erotic men's gay-porn.

*pushes memory away in disgust* I shall never forgive this Bill Clinton/Oprah Winfrey/Albithe Racist Dragon individual. Needless to say, all packages from this individual (thank heavens he has a very distinctive form of handwriting) are taken to Alana and destroyed.

Anyways, yesterday we received a rather thick envelope addressed merely to "KBYU" that was clearly NOT from Daniel Radcliffe/George Bush/Gene Kelly so we opened it to examine the contents. We were very entertained to find a pile of clippings from random papers, complaints, research drafts, internet sites, etc etc. These literally had no connection whatsoever to each other and we couldn't determine their origin.

I was very pleased to find--near the bottom of the stack--a letter that read the following:

Date: April 21, 1990
From: E. D. Mayer
Subject: "Expensive Lesson" $250.00 Cookie Recipe

My daughter and I had finished a salad at the Neiman-Marcus Cafe in Dallas and decided to have a small dessert. Because our family members are such cookie monsters, we decided to try the Neiman-Marcus cookie. It was so excellent that I asked if they would give me the recipe and they said with a small frown, "I'm afraid not." "Well," I said, "would you let me buy the recipe?" With a cute smile, she said, "yes." I asked how much, and she responded "two fifty." I said with approval, "just add it to my tab."

Thirty days later I received my VISA statement from Neiman-Marcus and it was $285.00. I looked again and I remembered that I had only spent $9.95 for two salads and about $20.00 for a scarf. As I glanced at the bottom of the statement it said "cookie recipe" - $250.00. Boy, was I upset. I called Neiman's accounting department and told them the waitress said it was "two fifty," and did not realize she meant $250.00 for a cookie recipe. I asked them to take back the recipe and reduce my bill and they said "sorry, but because all the recipes were this expensive, so not just everyone could duplicate any of our bakery recipes... the bill would stand." ... I waited, thinking of how I could get even or even try to get any of my money back, I said "okay, you folks got my $250.00 and now I'm going to get $250.00 worth of fun." I told her that I was going to see to it that every cookie lover will have a $250.00 cookie recipe from Neiman-Marcus for nothing. She replied, "I wish you wouldn't do this." I said, "I'm sorry but this is the only way I feel I could get even and I will" - so... here it is and please pass it to someone else or run a few copies... I paid for it, now you can have it for free.


I looked this up on Snopes, and apparently it's been circulating for nigh-on 10 or more years. (It's quite untrue, and Neiman-Marcus didn't even have a chocolate chip cookie before the fact, though they did create one in response.) Regardless, here's the recipe if anyone wants to try them. :) I'm going to...

2 cups butter
2 cups sugar
2 cups brown sugar
4 eggs
2 tsp vanilla
4 cups flour
5 cups blended oatmeal
1 tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp soda
4 oz chocolate chips
1 8-oz Hershey bar (grated)
3 cups chopped nuts.

Cream butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla. Mix together with flour, oatmeal*, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Hershey, and nuts.

Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet. Bake for 8 minutes @375 degrees. Makes 112 cookies. DON'T OVER BAKE.

*Measure oatmeal and blend in a blender to a fine powder.