Saturday, March 24, 2012

the fruits of procrastination

got married before I was 21
i make cakes because it's so much fun

pack my husband lunch since he's on the run
dinner at six when you get back, hun

in the summers I be cannin jam
fresh from my garden it's the way I am

I make all my food from scratch.
Like my cookies? Here's the second batch

my closet's filled with lovely modest clothes
up to my neck down to my toes

every sunday you know where we goes
off to church with our babies and our cheerios

we go to craft night and make stuff that is so tight
girl talk with the chicks till 10 o clock at night

man being Mormon's cool
got a year of food storage in my basement fool

so yeah... about that paper I am supposed to be writing...

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


This post is about to get really real. This month I thought that possibly my birth control had malfunctioned. Due to a number of factors of which I will spare you. And I spent the last 3 weeks both horrified and and at the same time intrigued, excited, and borderline obsessed. But then mainly I just started to panic. I just dumped my life savings into my education which I JUST started. Husband will be gone all winter farming with the elephants and lions. And 9 months without diet coke? Could I do that? Was I ready for fat pants? All these thoughts plagued me. Little baby socks? So cute. Pregnancy stories? Horrifying. You get stitches where!? Do I even need to mention that both my mother and her cat are expecting right now, and how that would be far too much pregnancy for one family? I'm not in the mood to father of the bride 2 it up.

And then finally I went to the awkward isle of rite aid, which is the place you go if you need something awkward and want none to see you . Walgreens also works. I grabbed a box. Of the pee sticks. And got to the cash register.. and felt the need to explain , "it's ok, I'm married.." even though I am sure she couldn't care less.. but was probably pretty amused by my stammering and red cheeks.

So I did the deed, and let me say, the blue dash filled me with relief and happiness. Cheers to skinny jeans, full nights of rest, and giving kids back to their parents at the end of the day. And diet coke, obviously.

I want to be a mother more than anything, and I plan of having all my cutie patootie babies before I turn 30, but this experience reaffirmed to me that I am not quite ready. I still need mothering on occasion myself. I went over to my mom's house before church last week, and she discovered tooth paste on my jacket ( this really happens more than it should) and a thread hanging off my dress. Which she took care of. See? I would just wander about looking unkept and toothpasted without that lady.

Well my friends, I am off to do some learnin'! I will make you feel more awkward and uncomfortable at a later time I am sure.


Saturday, March 17, 2012

fat cat

Everyone and their cat is pregnant!!! Ok maybe just my mom and her cat. Check out that giant kitty tummy!!!

Anyone want a kitten?

cake pop math

Today my running buddy and I conquered 4 miles! We have only been running for 2 weeks and I am really proud of us. So I celebrated by eating 4 cake pops that I made last night with my chics at craft night. You would think, oh, it's like 4 cute bites of cake. Untill you realize how it is done, and then you know that it is condensed smooshed up cake with frosting to hold it together... like an entire piece of cake smooshed into a one inch sphere... so it's really like I ate a half a real cake if you do your cake pop math properly. And if you did it really proper then you know that cake pop x 4= nausea and regret. Only emphasized by the fact that I made alfredo for dinner...( It was SO GOOD. I know it was more hilarious to read of my epic failures as a dinner maker, but I am Kayla The Competent Cook now... and husband likes that better) Did I just turn a paragraph about running into devouring unholy amounts of food? What a contradiction.

Anyways, Melly dog and I just got done writing my paper first paper for school! Mel contributed by providing cuddles and smashing her paw onto the keyboard when she didn't like an idea ( but really when she wasn't being adequately cuddled) Yes, Mel was a farm dog, but try telling her that now, all fancy in her pink collar with her very own dishes in my laundry room (I've created a monster) She is old and I take pity on her, and she is smart enough to know.

Anywhoo, it is bed time for this running, cake pop eating, paper writing, dog spoiling lady.


Sunday, March 11, 2012

the worth of education.

Last week was probably one of the most unproductive weeks of my life. I was sick. And all I wanted to do was sleep. I found out school would take me a bit longer than expected, and I went from being insanely motivated.... to having motivation level -3. I thought, I can be on insano busy mode for a year, but more than that is pushing it. So I started to type my thoughts out to my school mentor, and it kind of solved itself in my head. OF COURSE I WANT TO GET MY DEGREE!! I want it bad. So yesterday and today I got back on the horse. Clean house. Lots of school getting done. Feeling Fab.

Last Monday was also my first outside run of the year. I have been doing my workout videos pretty regularly but I hadn't been ready to brave the cold. That is until I got a running buddy!! She kicked my toosh the first run. I thought my appendix had burst after about 10 steps in. I am serious people. THE WORST side ache I have ever had in my life. But that is why a running buddy is awesome, you feel too embarrassed to stop. So I ran through it, and lived- pinterest fitness quotes running through my head. My favorites are, "your legs aren't giving out, your head is. Keep going." As well as, " I don't stop when I'm tired, I stop when I'm done. We are on our way to a 10k my friends.

In baking news, I tried a new recipe for lemon poppyseed muffins, and everyone kept asking me what mix I used. I made them from scratch. And I didn't know whether to be flattered or offended by that.

Also is every one else just dying for spring to get here, because I am. Obviously my skin tone is too, because my mom told me " Honey your looking a little green. Or maybe I'm not used to seeing you this pale." I am uberly pasty. Today was the first Sunday I didn't wear some form of opaque tights to church and I found myself even a little startled by how much viatamin D I am in need of. Fear not though, I have written off tanning beds. I am pretty sure I tanned enough my junior and senior year of high school to make up for the rest of my life.

Off to bed, I need my rest because this is going to be the most productive week of my life.


Thursday, March 1, 2012


I haven't been legitimately stressed out in months and months. The last time I wanted to punch someone from stress was when I was leaving Ukraine, and we were being hassled by printers running out of paper and them having to resort to handwritten receipts. So I hassled the airport personel right back. In turn, I ended up being the only one in my group who had to pay for my luggage. Congrats for being assertive, huh? I don't know what the moral of that story is. I just really wanted to get on that flight.

Anyways, back to stress- in some odd way I missed it. And it is back in the form of SCHOOL and working full time-ish, and finding time in there to bake things and make dinner and keep my little casa reasonably clean and jump around to my sweet excersize videos. I even got a little face blemish... ( I refuse to call it a zit), from stress. And I was proud of it. Stress gives me more energy and an attack life attitude. And high blood pressure. Or is that the diet coke?

I don't know what this blog is about. I wear a shower cap.