Happy (Late) Halloween!

...and all that jazz.






I made my dress by hand sewing and a lot of safety pins. Ghetto? Perhaps, but its a step up from last year, where I constructed our costumes primarily out of duct tape...

Easy Baking

"Do you know what the difference between cake and a muffin is? Nothin'! A muffin is a bald cupcake!" ~Jim Gaffigan

I have proof of this too. My friend Ginger gave me the world's easiest pumpkin muffin recipe- and these puppies are gooooood:

Ingredients
1 can of pumpkin
1 box of spice cake mix

That's......it. if you want you can add chocolate chips or nuts....or if you're disgusting, raisins.

Mix the ingredient today with a mixer until its thick and creamy. Spoon in cupcake/muffin pan, and bake for 15 minutes at 350 (you may want to adjust the time, depending on your oven and your preference of muffin done-ness)

This batch makes over 2 dozen too. AND you look like a top notch baker. AND you get to literally eat cake for breakfast. Jim would be proud.

What's in a name?

Here's the 411 on SONJA

(According to babynames.com)

"The meaning of the name Sonja is Wisdom

The origin of the name Sonja is Scandinavian"

But did you know that Sonja is not only a name, but also a noun within itself? According to the Urban Dictionary, (which is an online dictionary white people use to better understand rap lyrics...I know because I, the whitest woman in American, have resorted to it frequently) here is what a Sonja is:

SONJA : "A beautiful, sexy, bootylicious female. She is worshipped by many & has been the cause of many huge cult followings in the early 1990's. Sonjas usually keep a low profile, so consider it a rare and special event to be blessed by her presence."

"It's a Sonja day, and I'm going to buy myself a lotto ticket."

I think I have Red Sonja to thank for this postive definition. I would like to meet the linguist who wrote this, because weren't they crazy accurate?.....*crickets churp*

Shut up. I'm bootylicious and you know it....and you all SHOULD consider it rare and special to be blessed by my presence.

um....help?

Last week Jordan and I got called to be the Sunday School teachers for the 12-14 year olds. When we accepted the call, I was a little nervous; after all, teenagers can be a little rowdy, riiiight?

oh. my.gaaaawwwwsh.

Today, we walked into our classroom with 12 kids (yeah, 12! WHY are they combining all these ages again???) and we were greeted with a "Who are you?" The bishopric was there too because they wanted to set us apart before we began teaching. While they were setting us apart, they kids in the back were chatting the whole time. Yay. When we began teaching, I asked the kids to go around and say there name, their grade, and one of their hobbies. While each kid said one, the kid in the back would make a farting noise. Yeah. I finally invited him to spend the rest of class in the hallway because he obviously didn't want to be there. He happily got up and left, while the other two naughty boys said, "Dang, you're meeeean." Hall boy came back shortly after. I was hoping he was gonna be quiet, but nope- just one smart alec remark after the other. There were three boys in the back who just wouldn't quit. Jordan sat back there with them, which helped but still. All the rest of the kids were pretty quiet, but it was still a pretty painful 40 minutes. Hardly anyone said anything. No one laughed at my lame jokes, and the girls passed notes to each other. Siiiiiiiiiiiigh.

Jordan and I practically collasped after they all left. I told him, "I just don't get it. I was such a good youth. I mean, sure I hated Sunday School, but I was quiet and polite and answered questions." Jordan replied, "Yeah...I was a typical teenaged boy in Sunday School." Then I pushed him. This is all his fault. It's our kharma for Jordan beng a punk as a 13 year old.

We've decided that we need to make the lessons alot less talky talky and more interesting. I'm trying to think of any cool games that may be exiting. Anyway.....HELP!!!!

Tulsa State Fair

Last weekend Jordan and I decided on a whim to go to the Tulsa State Fair. Because we decided last minute, we did not get there until 6:30 pm or so. We paid the $20 to get in *cough*RIP OFF*cough* and headed in. Here's what we did.

We watched a second rate hypnotist show. The hypnotist was a lady called De'Ann: The Hypno-Chick.

We saw animals...but somehow only took pictures of goats.
Baby goats! (Isn't Jordan cute?? heehee)

It's hard to see, but this baby goat got his whole head out of his cage. It was pretty funny.


We stood around watched this happy character:

His name was Bobo, the sinking clown. For $5, you would be given a chance to hit a target with a ball and watch him fall into a waist deep pool of water. Sounds lame, right? Well, here is the catch: Bobo was a total tool. He had a microphone that he could taunt loudly out of. Anyone walking by was victim to his cruelty. He was so mean, I wanted to try to dunk him! Everyone was cheering on the people who were trying to dunk the jerk. It was always very satisfying when they succeeded. Ahhh.....take that Bobo.

Played on these things. These were acutally awesome. I played on it too and I'm a little embarrassed at how much fun I had.

I think this is what our son will look like...only he'll be 6 times smaller (I hope!)

We met a celebrity...
Jordan got to chat about life with Mr. McDonald.

We cheered on the OU pig in the pig races...and he won! (so cute! I loved it!!)

We ate some insanely overpriced food. This turkey leg was $8. We split it, along with a $5 large corn dog. They had chocolate covered bacon too, but I decided I wanted to live past 30 so I declined to try it.

And we also got to look around at all the crap people were trying to sell. There was an awesome jewelery cleaner that would have cost less than that grody turkey leg. My ring and my stomache both agree that I should have gotten that instead. We relaxed in super expensive massage chairs and daydreamed about owning them. We also talked to a couple young chiropractors from a clinic called Body by God (say WHAT?) who tried to convince me that they could cure my very controlled, not a big deal at all, temporal lobe seizures (which they protest were extrememly life hindering to me, even though I repeatedly explained that they were not, but I what would I know?) through the art of realigning my neck (which they proclaimed was suffering from all sorts of problems). Mmmmno thank you.

We were going to go on a ride, but even the lamest kiddy ride was $4. I'm guessing we would have had to pull out our check book if we wanted to hitup a rollercoaster. P'sha! This fair also had those old fashioned booths that say "Step right up and see the 8 foot long spider with a woman's head!" I was curious about what would be inside..but not $4 curious. Double P'sha!

All in all, the fair was a fun, one time thing. We may come back when we are millionares and can afford all the splendor that the fair has to offer.

Why Seinfeld is the best.

Jordan and I have a nightly ritual of watching Seinfeld at 10 PM each weeknight. Then Jordan falls asleep on the couch and I do homework/facebook until the 11:30 PM Seinfeld comes on. We actually kinda plan our night around it, we love it so much.

We have a less strict ritual of watching the new Office episode each week, either on t.v. or online. I've noticed that The Office.......sucks. I'm tired of holding my breath when someone who watches the show every now and then talks about how hilarious the last episode was- NO! IT WAS DUMB!!!! THEY ALL HAVE BEEN SINCE THE MIDDLE OF SEASON 3!!!! Awww, that felt good.

Don't get me started on The Simpsons. My family used to be the show's biggest fan. Now I haven't watched the new episodes on t.v. in YEARS because they are soooooooooo duuuuuumb! Ugh.

So tonight, as I watched my two delightful Seinfeld episodes (which means, yes, Jordan is asleep next to me as I type) I contemplated how Seinfeld stayed funny from season 1-9. It's because of this: nothing in the show ever changed!!!! It was a point that the show made- no character growth, no lessons, no nothing! (Hmmm....a show about nothing maybe?? ) Even when there was a hint of change -George getting engaged, for example, Seinfeld homeostasis kicked in. ( I have no clue if I used that word correctly. Biology was too long ago.) George remained the same petty, selfish, loveless man throughout his engagement and then the show killed Susan off very cleanly. When Jerry was making his pilot, the NBC president cancelled it...and everything was back to normal. Awwwwwww....

Then there is the Office. It was SO FUNNY for the first two episodes. Angela and Dwight's secret affair, watching Oscar casually hide it apparent homosexuality which was unbeknownst to the other employees, Jim and Pam's tension, Jan being a normal boss who constantly suffers from her one night make out with Michael....It was all brilliant. But THEEENNNN, change happened. The Office went 100% anti-Seinfeld: Jan went all weird and dated Michael, Oscar was outed, Angela and Dwight broke up, Jim and Pam are stupid and married, Pam is a sales person (whaaaa?) Toby likes Pam, and don't get me started on all the crap they did with Ryan. It's like the writers wanted to get as far away from the beginning of the show as possible. But, if the beginning of the show was funny....and now it's the opposite of the beginning....DING DING! Not funny. Just dumb.

I can't even begin to talk about all the garbage that the Simpsons went through. The show should have ended ten years ago- literally.

In conclusion, Seinfeld is the best show ever, and t.v. shows should learn a lesson from it. Don't change things. That's just silly. Life changes all the time. I need the stability that is Kramer.

Um....

The Nobel Peace Prize is supposed to be awarded to " the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses."

Obama? Really?

Happy Birthday, Brad!

Today is my brother-in-law, Brad's birthday. He is the big 2-6! And this, ladies and gentlemen (all three of you who read my blog), is his birthday tribute.

Brad joined our family at the end of December 2007 via marrying my sister Molly. I remember when she and I first met Brad (we met him at the same time) at a lame stake dance at BYU. Since his entrance into the family clan, I have observed the following skills/talents that make up Brad:

1) He can imitate a dog and a bird well.
2) He's quick at making up cheesy puns.
3) He's a great photographer.
4) He's a smarty pants- he's excelling in dental school as I type!
5) He's good at practicing dentistry in obscure places and positions. (See below)



When I visited Molly and Brad in August, Brad was willing to give my teeth a much needed cleaning right in his living room. Oh, the life of a poor college student...

Happy birthday, Brad! Hope you have a good one! Don't eat too much Bowl of Cake...

23.5

Today is my half birthday! (Jordan already told me that he "half-cares" about it.) Still, I think it is exciting. The first half of being 23 has been wonderful! I graduated, got married, went on a honeymoon, moved to Tulsa, started grad school, visited all my family, and went to Graceland! Let's see what the second half of 23 brings...