Monthly Archives: April 2011

Quick things

Waiting to pick up Jason from school last night.  The rain can stop anytime.

The good side of the cake for our royal wedding party at work.

I think I’ll stick to baking cookies. It tasted pretty good, though.
Mary’s cucumber sandwiches

 Jason ordered his Patterson books today, and included three for me.  I love new books.  Thank goodness for a nearby Amazon shipping facility and free student Amazon prime; the shipment should be here soon.

I’ll take my Cadbury eggs intravenously, please.

Last night…

Amanda: I’m really full. I ate a lot of Cadbury eggs at work today.
Jason: How many is a lot?
Amanda: I don’t know…twenty.
Jason: That’s disgusting! You ate twenty?!
Amanda: (indignant) It’s not that disgusting. They’re like any other candy.
Jason: The big caramel ones?

At this point, I am laughing too hard to respond. I’d eaten the mini eggs, not the giant ones, and the idea of me scarfing down my day’s calories in massive Cadbury eggs was kind of funny. It does not surprise me in the least that Jason believes I could eat twenty of the big caramel eggs; I do love chocolate.

learning journeying

It seems like everyone in the world is graduating this week and posting inspiring things via social networking sites.  For the last year, I’ve felt jubilant every time anyone mentions finals or fifteen page papers or Turabian format.  “Thank goodness,” I say to myself, “I’ve left those odious things behind.”

However, the graduation thoughts (e.g. “Learning is a journey, not a destination.”) make me feel a little guilty.  I’ve been a college graduate for 367 days; what have I accomplished?  How have I continued as a lifelong learner?!  Perhaps this anxiety is just a symptom of my gold star complex.  I want everything in my life to be quanitfiable: if I do something good, I should get x number of points, and that should demonstrate whether or not I am succeeding.  Thankfully, I haven’t spent the last year in a cave.  I feel like I’ve done some major growing, even if my efforts aren’t grade-able. 

Changing gears: Jason and I share a New York Times subscription, and in the last month, we have read 217 articles online.  According to the NYT website, the following are our Most Read Topics.

I think it is a little funny to see how our interests overlap.  I’m not sure who is hacking into our account and reading about theatre, though.  I guess all those articles about injured Spider-man cast members–which for some reason I find so interesting (the combination of NYC labor laws and Tobey Maguire lookalikes, perhaps)–count as theatre.  I think they should be filed under local news…or health and wellness.

Thank you, Facebook.

Below my “Upcoming Events” tab:

Thank you, Facebook. I was going to forget my own anniversary until you kindly reminded me.  Not.

Besides our blog, I don’t think our relationship really  makes it to Facebook much.  In fact, I just checked and I have never written directly on Jason’s wall; I’ve liked and commented on his statii occasionally, but never instigated wall-to-wall conversation (nor has he).  Interesting.  Apparently we just like to communicate with each other via pagers and out-loud talking.

Shabby chic? No.

We’ve celebrated four Easters together and we still don’t have baskets.  Perhaps I’ll rectify this next year…or perhaps not.  The candy tastes the same whether it comes in a basket, or via lunch-sack-improv-version.

The Frosts: Keeping it real in Kentucky.

Jason has been sick since returning from DC.  I theorize that he’s suffering from fatigue-induced flu, but I’m no doctor.  I secretly hope it is the flu because I’ve had my flu shot (free at work) and really don’t want to be sick next weekend.  He’s been resting a lot, in the hope that he’ll be feeling great for his last week of class and finals.  I would take a picture of him sleeping on the couch right now (to pictorially represent our weekend), but he’d be mad.  I’m very glad to have him home.

Done stuff

Groceries purchased. Fridge cleaned.  Sick husband medicated.  Last long run completed.  Dinner eaten.

I’m finished for the day.

One tiny little exciting thing: I ran 30 miles total this week for the first time ever. Awesome!

If this precipitation continues

…I have to take action.

I love the little tiny tulips.

In other news, Jason is home safe and sound.  He’s sick, which is lame, but home.  I’m glad.

And we are in a closet

So, we had our first real tornado warning and are sitting in a closet. The storm has basically passed over us, but we are playing it safe. We are hanging out with Josh, who has been a champ about the whole thing.

I really liked this picture until Jason pointed out that my forehead looks huge. Thanks.

**Next morning update**

We emerged from our shelter after fifteen or twenty minutes unscathed and ate some cookies.

It rained really hard (and for a long time) last night, with accompanying nearly-instantaneous lightning and thunder.  Now I’m sleepy, but we have to clean the church and I need to get a long run in today.  Judging from the weather, it looks like it will be another Johnson Center day.  I’m grateful for the treadmills, but I get so bored sometimes.

My Utah addiction

While driving back from the temple on Friday, Jason and I could not decide where to stop for dinner.  It was approximately nine thirty and we were both starving, but nothing sounded good except Guru’s and Tucano’s.  Seeing as how we are five states away from both of those establishments, we ended up going to Hardee’s.

I finally sated my Guru’s longing tonight with some half-decent homemade sweet potato fries.  I like this recipe quite a lot (even though I still can’t find my darn paprika).

I ate all of these...by myself.

Other things I miss about Utah besides family and friends: mountains, summer days sans humidity, chocolate-covered cinnamon bears, Creamery ice cream, cheese sticks, and the dollar movie theatre.  Good thing I really like living in Lexington, or I might be sad.

One more thing: I saw ice cream at Kroger (which failed me when it cam to Easter M&Ms, incidentally) and thought it was labeled “Jimmered”.  Turns out, it was actually “Jammed”-style ice cream, which I think referred to disparate flavors being jammed together.  I was sorely disappointed that Jimmer’s notoriety has not translated to frozen dairy treats.

Wednesday

Not much to report.

This is a house with two folding chairs and a plastic Halloween pumpkin on the porch roof.  I encountered this sight on Monday, but forgot to share.  Kentucky can be a funny place…but this might just be an alcohol-condoning-college-town kind of thing.