The Budster

I'm not gonna lie to you.
I don't like Buddy.
He is my mom's cat, and everyone else seems to think he is great, but to me he is just plain annoying.

I'm not exactly sure why I don't like him. At first I didn't mind him. He was kind of stupid, but otherwise fine. At one point I even tried to be friends with him. The turning point was at Christmas when his fetish for plastic drove him to my closet, and he chewed up all my painstakingly-cellophane-wrapped gifts for my friends. Then he was no longer a possible friend, he was just a really annoying animal.

There area actually a few things about him I don't like, but maybe the root of the problem is that he just isn't my Beebs. (She's been gone nearly 2 years now, and I still get teary thinking about her)

Which you might think is unfair, because he can't help that.

Neither can I, so I guess that's that.

But really now, there are moments when I don't mind him.
Moments like this.

I mean, who can't love this? Cats can just be so cute sometimes.
Their little noses, and whiskers, eyes tight shut, and those adorable little paws.
Sleeping cats just get me right there, ya know? They just look so comfortable.

And then he wakes up and drags garbage out, and chews crinkly plastic, and walks on the keyboard, and starts his annoying little games all over again.

If only he would sleep all the time, we might get along.

Tim Tam Slam Instructional Video!!!

I believe Arnott's Tim Tams are an Australian creation.

Necessary materials for Tim Tam Slamming: Hot Chocolate, and Tim Tams

They are quite simply chocolate wafers, with a creamy chocolate filling sandwiched between.
I'd never tried one until Saturday. I knew there was only one way to eat them, which is to Slam that Tim Tam!
...but I wasn't exactly sure how to do that. So this weekend, I got the expert to teach me, and now I'm sharing that knowledge with you!



Wasn't that great?? And ps. those Tim Tams are AMAZING!!! Sooooo yummy!
You can get them at Superstore, and it is so worth it. They would be fabulous as a midnight snack on a weekend camping trip, too.

Also, if anyone can figure out what wisdom my mother is trying to impart to Mike in the background, I would sincerely appreciate your sharing.

The Imperfect Cook: Cheese Tortellini

Bonjour! Welcome to the latest episode of The Imperfect Cook!
On this fine Saturday afternoon we are going to be making our very own cheese tortellini...from scratch!
Its a grand adventure to be sure. If you are expecting Martha Stewart-esque results, you may want to take a few deep breaths before proceeding.

This may look like the Pioneer Woman set-up, but I'm definitely no Pioneer Woman. You'll see for yourself...
What we have here is for the cheese filling: Ricotta and Parmesan cheese, salt, nutmeg, pepper, and one egg. Unfortunately I've copped out and I'm not using fresh grated Parmesan...which would taste infinitely better. Oh well.
The recipe from my textbook makes a huge batch, and I wasn't exactly sure how much I wanted to do...so I just eyeballed it. Around 1 1/2 cups of Ricotta, probably. Lots of parm. The egg. And the seasonings. Mix 'em up. Pop it in the fridge until your pasta is done. Just say "NO" to salmonella poisoning!
I threw some cheddar in as an afterthought. I wanted a little more bite.
This also makes a large amount, so...ya, I guessed on this one too! Probably somewhere near a third of this recipe.
Flour, olive oil, salt, and egg! If you can find semolina sub it for half your flour. It makes a much nicer, and more professional product. Dump your flour (and semolina if you have it) on the table and make a well in the center. Crack your egg and toss it in there.
Bonjour Katie! She is demonstrating for us how to mix the egg. Start by beating just the egg with a fork. Then slowly start incorporating the flour by brushing the sides of the well as you beat. Don't forget to add about a tablespoon of olive oil to the egg at this point. I did.
It should begin to form a gooey dough.
If you're feeling especially adventurous, you can add pureed spinach, or red peppers, tomatoes (whatever your little heart desires) and make different colored pasta! Yum!
Eventually you will have to get your hands dirty and give that goo a little press or two, until it holds together. Don't be like me and add waaaay too much flour. It makes it tough.
I don't own a pasta maker. Its a handy-dandy tool we use at school that reminds of me of those old-fashioned contraptions people would use to wring the water out of their wet laundry. Only at school we are squeezing pasta through it, not underwear.
When your pasta is nice and thin, like construction paper (?!), cut it into 4 inch squares. Or if you are completely angle-cutting deficient, just make irregular rectangles, like me!
Now here's the fun part! Get a cup of water and a pastry brush. Lightly dip your brush in the water, and wipe it on the edge. You don't want toooo much water on there, just enough to moisten your pasta square, so that it will stick together.
Now its time to pull out that scrumptious cheese filling! Place a little spoonful a little to one side of the center.
Fold one corner over to meet the opposite corner.
Now, starting at one side and working your way to the other, press the pasta together. The trick is to get all the air out of the pocket, and make it seal cleanly, with no cheese in between the layers. If this happens, when you boil it, the tortellini is going to open up and leak cheese into your water....ewwwww!
Take the two side points and fold them, one on top of the other.
Like so. Now take the point, and tuck it back, on the opposite side of the folds.
Isn't it CUUUUUTE?!?!?! (I forgot to take a picture of our finished product on Saturday, so I had to go and make one single little tortellini to take a shot of! That's why this ones a little pale. I didn't use an egg in making him.)
I also forgot to take a picture of the boiling process, but I'm sure you can figure it out! Once your water is boiling, toss 'em in, and when they float to the top (not usually more than a minute or two) they are done!
I made a simple tomato sauce, with cream, basil, oregano, onions, and garlic. Sprinkle a little more parm on top, and voila!
Scrumptious homemade cheese tortellini! It really doesn't take that long to make at all, and it tastes soooo good :)

Walkin' in the Woods

The weather was sooooo nice and sunny yesterday, we decided to go for a hike.



And by "we" I mean, Mike, Katie, and Me.

Maybe you haven't met Katie yet! This is she:

Our favorite 4'11" redhead in the world!
She likes to cook with me, and she likes to listen to music and talk about movies with Mike, so things work out well. And she only lives an hour away, so visiting is done often.










Mike and I met her at Homewood in '06, and we both kinda like her. I think Mike kinda likes her a lot. I think she kinda likes him too. Maybe.




We had a lot of fun yesterday doing stupid things. Like rolling tires down steep embankments. And playing "log-ball" with a stick and pinecones. And our ridiculous photo-shoots.














...and watching Katie tumble down a hill. That's always a good time.
If I could change one thing about yesterday, it would be that picture. It would be a video clip instead.









But overall, it was a pretty perfect day. I'm so happy its finally feeling like Spring!

PAGE UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Sorry that the fonts and pictures are all messed up right now. I'm giving PJ a makeover.
Hopefully the New Look will be finished later today.

EDIT: what do you think? Is it too hard to read? Should I change the colors?

Anxious

I've been on the brink of panic since Tuesday night.


Wednesday morning I was scheduled to do a practice practical exam.
Since I was all caught up on my assignments, I asked my teacher if it would be possible to do this, so that I could better prepare for the real deal, which will happen at the end of the month.
Here is what will happen.

I will have approx 4 hours to put out 2 servings of:
1. a mayonnaise
2. a soup
3. an entree, with an assigned starch (potato, rice, or similar dish) and 2 chosen vegetables
4. A dessert, or bread product

Thing is, I won't know specifically what I'm making until I get there.

Each will have to be put out at different times, for instance, 10 AM, 11:30 AM, 11:45 AM, and 12PM.
Our garbage and compost will be monitored, to see if our waste is reasonable. They will also be marking us on professionalism, organization, skill, and a load of other things.

Since in class we usually are focusing on one thing at a time, this whole multi-tasking under pressure thing is FREAKING ME OUT!

Tuesday night I couldn't sleep. Well I guess I did, but it wasn't for very long. I woke up around 4AM with a racing heart and anxious mind. And this was only for the practice! When my alarm went at 6:20, I was already wide awake, and feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't eat breakfast.

When I got to school around 7, my instructor said that I should set up as best I could, and we would start at 8.

When the hour finally rolled around and he handed me the sheets of paper, I was almost hyperventilating. I converted the recipe amounts, and quickly jotted down a workplan- the bane of my existence.

I was to create two artichoke and feta stuffed chicken breasts, spaetzle (small, pasta-like dumplings), and cheddar cheese soup, as well as the mayonnaise. I didn't have to make a dessert because all the dessert stuff is downstairs in the bakeshop.

Honestly, I've never mise-en-placed anything so fast in my life. I threw my mayonnaise ingredients into the fridge for later, and got to work on my chicken. When I was about ready to bread them, my instructor called all the entree students over and began talking about the exam, and explaining what I was doing, and how it would all work. With all those people there, watching me...I just lost it. I did the stupidest things, that haunt me to this day. Three days later :P

I can't even bring myself to tell you the retarded things I did. The shame...oh the shame.

Needless to say, everyone was looking at me with raised eyebrows and very skeptical expressions. Expressions that read, "How exactly did she get into level two?"

After my instructor gave me "the look" and the little confidence I had withered away, I just said,
"I CAN'T DO THIS WITH YOU WATCHING ME! GO AWAY!!!"

And they all laughed and moved on.

I, obviously, haven't moved on.

Despite a setback of having to redo my mayo, due to excessive amounts of vinegar (another boo boo on my part), I got it out on time, and my soup was also punctual...and very, very, delicious...If I do say so myself.

However, I waffled on when to put my chicken in the oven, and didn't follow my instincts...it ended up being 15 minutes late. Which is UNACCEPTABLE for the practical exam.
Also my spaetzle was gooey, and my broccoli was unseasoned...and I breaded my chicken with the skin still on...stupid, stupid mistakes.

I wanted to cry.

My teacher didn't seem too upset. He said it was a good learning experience for me.
He also said it was interesting what pressure did to people. He saw me make mistakes I'd never made before...he didn't specifically mention those moments of shame, but I knew what he meant. And you will never know. ha!

As he picked apart my food, and my day, he summed up by saying it was a "maybe" pass. And this was a relatively easy dish. So now I am extreeeeeemely nervous about the real practical exam. Especially because I will have a dessert/bread on top of everything else.

Breath, Jill, breeeeeeathe.

I could hardly eat for the rest of the day. My insides were in knots. Knots, I tell you. Little waves of anxiety would run all the way through me. I felt sick.

And even though that was just the practice, and it was three days ago, I'm still having trouble sleeping at night because my mind is racing, and I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about this darn exam!

Ps. I don't handle stress well! What am I doing in this industry?!?!

Seven, and Counting...

This would have been so much more effective if I had started it like...in January.
I'm putting up a little text box to the right, so you can see and understand the craziness that is this year. Love is in the air...
Every time another friend/acquaintance gets engaged, that number is gonna go up. Because it seems like the "In" thing to do this year is get married...I don't know why, but apparently its popular! ;)
This week alone, I've discovered 2 more engagements (CONGRATULATIONS LAURA!! :D), and I'm expecting that this will be a monthly, if not weekly, occurrence for the rest of the spring. Everyone's getting hitched!

Rants and Reviews on Romantic Fiction

I spent the week wading through Wuthering Heights.
When I was a lot younger I plucked it off the bookshelf downstairs, (the same bookshelf that supplied material for my insatiable appetite for reading most of my childhood), read maybe the first chapter, and then tossed it aside, thoroughly and utterly confused. The old English, lengthy descriptive paragraphs, and odd colloquial accents, threw me off I guess.
However, being a "classic", its always been on my To Read list. I figured I would read it when I was older and could understand the big words. Well, I read it, but I'm not going to say I understood it all!
To be honest I was disappointed, because I really wanted to like it, but I just couldn't. I thought it was going to be a Pride & Prejudice-esque read, maybe requiring a little more concentration than your average story, but worth the time.
Instead there seemed to be little reason to like or sympathize with any of the characters, or become emotionally attached, since someone would drop dead every few chapters. They were all bad-tempered, spiteful, cruel, and prone to fits and rages. If they were pale, blond, and blue-eyed, they inevitably fell dangerously ill and cried all the time, and if they had dark hair, they were surly, strong, and silent. It was apparently a love story, but there was plenty more hating than loving in that book, let me tell you.
When it comes down to it, I plodded through the story just to say I had finished it. And I really don't understand what makes it so great.

Well, that is a work of dark Romantic Fiction from long ago. Fast forward to the present time, and you have the wildly popular "Twilight" series.

The first I heard of these was in Ireland...one of the girls in the church was reading them, and left them at my house one time. I didn't really know anything about them, and didn't even bother to take a peek inside. Then last summer the movie was announced, and then all of sudden "I Heart Edward Cullen" groups were popping up on Facebook like a bad case of acne. When the movie was released it was all the girls at school were talking about, and I still had no clue what the book was even about, beyond that the guy was apparently like, really hot, and the girl was like, really pretty, and they were like, really in love.
Ick.
But everyone assured me the book was really good, and everyone was comparing it to Harry Potter, which -not gonna lie here- I truly enjoy, and may have even obsessed over...in the past... ;)

For that reason alone, I didn't reject the book entirely, but merely relegated it to the "I'll probably read it someday" spot. I had no overwhelming urge to subject myself to a cheesy teenage romance; the movie trailer certainly did nothing to entice me.

The other day however, my mom of all people, brought it home from the library. "To see what all the fuss is about".
Having just put myself through the painful ordeal of Wuthering Heights, and having made no plans for the day, I decided a bit of fictional fluff might be in order.
An hour or two (!) later I was halfway through, and the pages were still turning.
Was I desperately bored, or hopelessly addicted?
I stayed up late to read, and made it to the brink of the climax before my aching eyes forced me to go to sleep. When I woke up, I had to find out what happened, and I finished it before 10 AM, ending on a cliffhanger of the sample first chapter from the sequel.
Now that it is done, I'm reflecting on whether or not I actually liked it, and what the allure is.

I'm a little perplexed. On one hand it was very addictive and exciting, but I'm left wondering exaclty why, since its also fairly predictable. As it is a series of 4, I think its pretty safe to assume that the main characters don't die in the first book. Having established character immunity early on takes a lot of suspense out of the plot.
The main character, Bella, I liked. The story is told in her first-person perspective, and her "voice" is entertaining and well-written. A real-ish heroine, she has plenty of faults, flaws, and feelings that the reader can (probably) relate to. Of course, there are always elements of the character that drive me insane, but I'm getting to that...
Its the romance...well, I can see how it appeals, but it is still painfully fictional. What I mean by that is, its a classic case of truly-unexplainable-love-at-first-sight. Why exactly do they love each other? Apparently she is like, so pretty, and smells soooooo good, and he is like, so beautiful, and mysterious, and did I mention beautiful???
Its so typically shallow. They are "deeply and irrevocably in love" a week into their acquaintance, and there's really no reason for it. Normally I could overlook that, except in this case its the basis of the entire story.
It makes no sense. I'm reading their declarations of passion, and I'm thinking, "What the heck? Didn't you just meet?"
Maybe I'm just a cynical old fogey, and you just want me to shut up, and enjoy a girly romance. After, all these are precisely the reasons why its a best-seller, right? The target audience wants to be that shy, new girl that attracts the most handsome, unattainable, boy in school, and is immediately in a dangerous, exciting relationship. It doesn't happen in real life, so we read the book. Ok, cool. I get it. Its an escape, a fantasy, a fairytale. Its not supposed to be "realistic". But I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I don't truly enjoy a story of romance for the sake of romance. There's just not enough substance there. I'm left rolling my eyes, and groaning, "Whatever."
So, summing up: well written, sexy, and shallow...in all honesty, my opinion on the series hasn't changed all that much from what is was before I started. I would read the sequels for entertainment, but I don't really care enough about it to seek them out.

Unfortunate

I think my alarm clock died.
I didn't hear it go off today.
In fact, I had exactly 30.0 minutes from the second I woke up, until the time I had to be in class.
I arrived with exactly 2.28 minutes before I would be labelled "Late".
Don't ask me to do the math. All I know is that breakfast was forfeit, as was personal grooming, and I basically flew from my warm snuggly blankets to my cold hard car in less than 3 minutes.
I wasn't even entirely sure that I wasn't still in my pajamas when I got to school.
Which was a little unsettling.

EDIT: the alarm clock wasn't dead. Maybe I was?

Gingersnaps

After a very long week(end) of being very sick, laying in bed, hacking up both lungs, and trying to get them back in, I think its time for something nice and comforting.

Gingersnaps.

This is where it all began for me.
When I was helping in the Homewood kitchen in '07 (that long ago??), I got tired of making the same old, same old...Dad's Cookies, Chocolate Chip, Haystacks, etc, etc. I mean, chocolate is great. But sometimes....sometimes....you need a little variety.
So I called up the mother, and asked for "that gingersnap recipe". She used to make these for us when we would go camping. Huge batches of them. And my brothers and I would live entire camping trips on these cookies.
To me, these are THE camping cookies. The sustenance of camping life. The nectar of the outdoors.
So when I got my greedy little hands on the recipe, I promptly quadrupled the amounts and baked the most enormous batch of gingersnaps known to man. Or something. I did have a huge Hobart mixer at my disposal, after all.
And here is the important part of the story: these cookies made me famous. Everyone adored the new mug-up snack, and kept asking for more, and more, and more!
I tweaked the recipe, making it spicier and more luscious than ever before; made it my own. Gingersnaps became the new favorite, and it was fun making food that made people so happy! I was hooked. There's nothing so satisfying as making yummy things for people I like! But since I'm at home, nursing a sickly body and you don't want my to get my germy hands on your food, I'm going to share the recipe with you!

Gingersnaps

3/4 Cup Butter or Margarine, softened (We both know in our hearts which is right. And I don't mean for our arteries)
1 Cup Granulated sugar
1 egg
1/2 Cup Molasses

2 1/2 Cups All-Purpose Flour
2 tsp Baking Soda
2 tsp Ginger
1 tsp Cinnamon
1 tsp Cloves
1 tsp Nutmeg

Cream the margarine butter and sugar well. Beat in egg. Drizzle in molasses, and mix well.
In a small bowl combine flour, baking soda, and spices. You can also throw in 1/2 tsp of salt if you like, but I never usually put salt in my cookies. Mix it all up real good, and then start adding it in portions to the batter, and blend.

Once its all mixed, roll it in little balls, and then dip one half of each ball in a little bowl of granulated sugar. Then put it on the baking sheet. Grease the sheet unless you have nifty Pampered Chef stoneware, like my mom does!

Bake the cookies at 350F, for 10-12 minutes, but no longer! Usually 10 is long enough, because you don't want them to get dark around the edges. You want them to get all crinkly and split, so you can see the oozy goodness inside. Then pull them out, give the sheet a little tap on the stovetop and they will fall and get really chewy and good! There's nothing worse than gingersnaps that are dry and crumbly. Ick.

This recipe makes...I dunno...somewhere between 2-3 dozen. I think. They just seem to disappear so fast, I can't count em. They go down really nice with a big glass of cold milk, too. Mmmmm!
Enjoy!

Out of Commission

My cold has gotten worse.
Much, much, worse.
I thought I was going to perish this morning. I almost slept through my alarm. Made it to school just on time, and managed to function for part of the morning with a headache, terribly sensitive eyes, and a hacking cough. My teacher finally told me it would probably be best for me to go home.
I have not missed a single day at school yet this year...I have a thing about taking sick days.
But today I finally gave in, and went home just before 10.
I've spent the remainder of the day laying in bed, sipping neo citron, and watching planet earth.
My nose is red and raw, I have no voice, and weirdly my skin is super sensitive. Not a whole lot of fun.
I hope this goes away before the weekend!

Its Green Day!

Happy St Patricks to all!

Its that special Irish holiday again, and I can hardly believe how time has flown by! It doesn't seem like a year since I celebrated the most authentic St Patty's of my life. Yet, I was thinking the other day, and I have now been home again for about as long as I was gone to Ireland. Approximately. Weird eh?
These past months have just gone soooo fast.
This year, the celebrations were a little more "low-key" to say the least. I didn't watch any parades, or drink any tall, dark, handsome beverages. In fact, the most Irish thing I did today was bake some soda bread at school, and decorate a cake with green marzipan shamrocks.
But I would like to point out something. I can hardly escape wearing green. Half my wardrobe is green. I noticed this the other day. Check it out.
On my bed covered in green sheets, I have a green t-shirts, and a green bag. And that's only the beginning. Funny thing is they are all very similar shades. I guess its my comfort color.

Did you do anything special for St Pattys?

I Lost the Cold War

For some reason I thought I was better than the stinking sicknesses that have been striking down the innocent citizens of Kamloops. My two older brothers have both been quite sick over the past week, and my mom thought she was coming down with something the other day.
I have been reasonably healthy this fall and winter, and though I was battling the sniffles last week, I thought I had won.
Apparently not.
Yesterday I woke up with a slight scratch at the back of my throat, and felt a little achy, but nothing serious. Last night I hardly slept at all because I was so uncomfortable, and the throat got worse, and the annoying little dry "cough, cough." began. It hasn't stopped yet.
I really can't complain too much because my symptoms aren't really terrible. Just this dry, sandpaper throat, the odd "cough. cough", and slight sniffles. The worst part is the Zero Energy, and achy back. Its going to make school tomorrow a little bit of a nightmare. Siiiigh. "cough, cough."

ps. also....what happened to Spring?

Question of the Day!

Ok, this is a simple question, requiring only a simple action on your part.

I want you to get yourself a glass.
Or you can get a plastic cup. I won't discriminate.
Fill it with a thirst-quenching liquid of your choice.
(I chose water because I'm soooooo healthy like that.)

And as you drink your refreshing beverage, I want you to concentrate on one thing. This is the question: Where do you look when you are sipping? Or guzzling? Or whatever?

Now go and do it before reading on! I don't want you to be influenced!

Here's the thing: I look outside my glass. Anywhere but right in front of me. I am the Alert One, keeping an eye out for would-be attackers. I did grow up with 3 brothers you know. I also just like to keep tabs on what's going down around me.

My Little Brother, Tim, however, is Intent Upon the Beverage. Meaning, he stares straight into the cup, enjoying the pretty colors (he never drinks water) that are slipping and sliding down into his esophagus.

So which category do you fall into? Alert? Intent? Or perhaps a third, known as the Blissful One, which closes their eyes to fully enjoy each delightful molecule of flavor as it passes over their tastebuds? I want to know!

Hurrah! Its the Weekend!

I can put my feet up...

see some friends....
do some homework...
make some bread if I want to...
play some badminton...

sleep in...
read a book...
And the best part is...
I won't have to see my teacher or classmates for 2 1/2 days :D



ps. I love leaves.

Warning: Emotions Ahead

I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. Or Monday. Or all of next week.

Today started out bad enough.
I overslept...not by much, but enough to cause a little urgency in my morning routine. And I was feeling sick to my stomach.
Then my car wouldn't start. No lights, no beeps, no coughing. Nada. Peppy was basically DEAD.
So then I ran into the house to ask my mom if I could use her car. Got permission.
Realized I needed my N. But my N is taped down the middle (it froze and broke in half a while ago) so it wouldn't stick to the back of the Rav. So I looked for Tim's N, but it was gone. Nowhere to be found. So I ran back into the house and found some tape so I could tape my N onto my mom's car.
Then I called my teacher to tell him I would be a few minutes late.
Got to school, and then realized my locker key is on the same chain as my car keys, which I left with my dad, when I took my mom's keys.
So I had to go into the school at 7:30 (The time I'm supposed to be changed, ready, and IN CLASS...they're very strict about that) to get my backup key.
I got changed super fast, zipped downstairs, zipped back upstairs to get an apron, zipped back downstairs.

So that is how my day started. I was stressed out, and pretty frazzled. But I didn't want the bad beginning to ruin the rest of the day, so I tried to be positive. And for the most part the rest of the morning was pretty good. Better than yesterday, anyway.

Then just before lunch, our teacher discovered some poorly cut Nanaimo bars, and tossed 'em. And he was MAD. It wasn't even our group that did it, it was from the group before. Apparently that doesn't matter. We all bore his wrath the rest of the day.

My mom has been telling me ever since I was a little kid (crying because Paul and Mike called me names) that I am too sensitive and I take things too personally. And when my teacher said something undeniably rude and hurtful to me about the bread I made today, it was almost game over.

Then when I came home, and my mom told me Peppy's battery might be shot for good, I went into the bathroom, turned on the fan and cried.

I don't cry very often, but I'm still a girl, ok?!?! The tears have gotta flow sometimes. Apparently its healthy.

After I was done my weeping-session, I repotted my houseplants for an hour. And I feel much better, thank you. Plants are such comforting things.

Maybe I should quit culinary and go into horitculture.

Grumpy Days

I am really grumpy right now. I had a bad day.
Not like...really bad. Just not a good day.
And I want to vent, but I'm not really in the mood to vent. I know, hey?
Mostly I am frustrated with school.
My teacher right now pretty much hates me, and I don't know why. I'm not rude, I hand stuff in on time, I laugh at his jokes, and the only reason he has for this hate is that I make some stupid mistakes sometimes, but honestly...who doesn't? Even the other students are like, "What's going on with you two?"
So my days are long and unpleasant.
Also there is just so much stuff that needs to get done before I leave in May.
What I really want is for all the STUFF that has built up to just go away. Things like homework, and deadlines, and planning, and tests, and errands, and chores, and all that yucky necessary stuff. I want it to LEAVE.
Because I'm a big baby and I don't want to DEAL with it.
I need a personal secretary.
Any takers?


ps. finding that cookie just made my day a LOT better :)

Summer Plans Confirmed!

I got the call from Strathcona Park Lodge yesterday!!!
I will be heading down there early May (after Rishelle & Andrew's wedding) to begin my work Practicum, and stay all summer (until Liz & Tim's wedding)!
Excitement levels are high.
That's one more thing crossed off my Urgent To Do List.
Now I have to go stress about homework and school in general.
Thank You.

The End.