So, Dieuwke and I (well, mostly Dieuwke but I'll take the credit for it too) found this show that we like to watch occasionally-- just a quick 20 min. an episode, mindless little show- appropriate for kids too, bonus!-- called The Cake Boss.
I had to laugh when I got home from work today and I walk into the living room to see this magnificent cake being made- and I mean, it was magnificent! A scenery was being created- a tall burning building (complete with smoke), ladders on the side, little firemen in full uniform climbing up the building- and even one fireman rescuing a little girl. And of course a fire hydrant, firetruck--- everything! And it's all edible! I mean, it's amazing!
So the next episode was the Easter episode. And the cake that was made was this elaborate Easter cake, complete with basket and edible stand-up, 2 1/2 foot bunny. And as they finished the cake and they're trying to move it to the fridge the only thing they keep saying over and over is "Get this bunny into the fridge- she needs to get into the fridge people. Come on, be careful- slower, slower but get this bunny into the fridge!" It was just so hilarious to me to see them worrying over this 2 1/2 foot almost completely frosting bunny.
Ah, I recommend this show for anyone who wants to see a complete creative genius at work-- he is amazing! I can't even draw out on paper what he can make into a cake. It is awesome!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Our Exclusive New Club
I'm just kidding about the exclusitivity (ha! That's a word! Spell check didn't say I spelled it wrong!!) It's not exclusive at all and even if it was I couldn't say so since it's not my idea- I was just invited to be a member.
So, for all of you that read my blog that AREN'T related to me (I think that's about one of you...yeah, just one...well at least I know my family supports me :-P) let me explain. My sister sent out an e-mail informing a few of us about this new club she was forming where we all get support and pressure from each other to write down things about us and our lives- details that will seem silly to us but important and awesome to the descendents to follow. The general idea is that once a week my sister will send us out a question- a completely random question that we have to answer. Either in our journals, our e-mails, type it up on word, or blog about it, etc... (And just a quick side note here- if any of my readers want to take this question and answer it on their blog or somewhere else in their life- please feel free! We aren't afraid of sharing ;-D) I personally (and I think Steph will do the same) decided to blog about it (I mean how could I refuse! If I'm ever running low on ideas it's like a complete freebie! Bonus) So- here is this weeks question (chosen by Steph's daughter, Liberty):
Do you pay much attention to the news? How do you get your news?
I have to say I have mixed feelings about this- I feel like I should pay more attention to news than I do but at the same time news is just generally so depressing that I don't want to! So I'd have to say that global type of worldwide news I'm horrid at following. Generally I just find out whatever I know from some secondhand person talking about it to some other secondhand person and then I formulate some sort of general opinion on some sort of issue that's like 6 months old. It's fun! However local news I'm much better informed about! I live in a small town where news travels fast and I'm related to one of the cops that works in said small town. If anything exciting or loud or illegal at all happens I soon know- and I like that. Small town news isn't depressing- it's interesting, fun, sometimes sad, but never dull.
But yes, I am in general an uninformed danger to my society. (However if it makes any of you feel better the people I get my secondhand news from are people I trust and people who have opinions that are typically similar to mine anyways- so I'm maybe less of a menace? ...maybe?)
Hope you guys enjoyed!! Look forward to next weeks question-- and of course the many sundrous and small blogs in between :-)
So, for all of you that read my blog that AREN'T related to me (I think that's about one of you...yeah, just one...well at least I know my family supports me :-P) let me explain. My sister sent out an e-mail informing a few of us about this new club she was forming where we all get support and pressure from each other to write down things about us and our lives- details that will seem silly to us but important and awesome to the descendents to follow. The general idea is that once a week my sister will send us out a question- a completely random question that we have to answer. Either in our journals, our e-mails, type it up on word, or blog about it, etc... (And just a quick side note here- if any of my readers want to take this question and answer it on their blog or somewhere else in their life- please feel free! We aren't afraid of sharing ;-D) I personally (and I think Steph will do the same) decided to blog about it (I mean how could I refuse! If I'm ever running low on ideas it's like a complete freebie! Bonus) So- here is this weeks question (chosen by Steph's daughter, Liberty):
Do you pay much attention to the news? How do you get your news?
I have to say I have mixed feelings about this- I feel like I should pay more attention to news than I do but at the same time news is just generally so depressing that I don't want to! So I'd have to say that global type of worldwide news I'm horrid at following. Generally I just find out whatever I know from some secondhand person talking about it to some other secondhand person and then I formulate some sort of general opinion on some sort of issue that's like 6 months old. It's fun! However local news I'm much better informed about! I live in a small town where news travels fast and I'm related to one of the cops that works in said small town. If anything exciting or loud or illegal at all happens I soon know- and I like that. Small town news isn't depressing- it's interesting, fun, sometimes sad, but never dull.
But yes, I am in general an uninformed danger to my society. (However if it makes any of you feel better the people I get my secondhand news from are people I trust and people who have opinions that are typically similar to mine anyways- so I'm maybe less of a menace? ...maybe?)
Hope you guys enjoyed!! Look forward to next weeks question-- and of course the many sundrous and small blogs in between :-)
Monday, July 26, 2010
"I'm Dehydated- Get Me Some Sugar"
Actually, the above title is only going to be a small part of this blog-- it was just too good to pass up! Today while I was making dinner (and I would feel worse about the following paragraph except I made a silly mistake while I was making dinner that Dieuwke promised that she would blog about- so I decided to blog about hers...isn't having sisters fun?!) I was casually talking to Dieuwke and I offered her half of a chocolate chip cookie with me. To my surprise she said 'No" I looked at her with obvious surprise (I mean-- who would say no to a perfect chocolate chip cookie? And these were pretty perfect) and so, defending herself she explained "I'm feeling dehydrated" I was about to turn away having accepted that as a reasonable excuse when she finished her sentence "Yeah, I'm just dehydrated- I need sugar" I, of course, chuckled at her mistake (see- even smelling CCC makes your whole brain think sugar) and decided to include it in my blog as retaliation for the blog she'll blog about my stupid blunder...Life is good. But anyways, on to what I ACTUALLY came here to blog about.
So today guess what your favorite little blogger decided to do? She decided that it would be fun to try and walk across the Icicle River. There are a couple things about this idea that make it so very clear that your favorite little blogger may be fabulous but perchance not so brilliant. First off, the very name "Icicle River" should give you a huge hint that the water is a bit cold (icicleyish even). Secondly, going barefoot over a bunch of sharp (not sharp so much as REALLY hard) rocks - not the smartest thing to do. Also while it LOOKS like the river is fairly shallow (I mean you could see the rock bed all the way across to the other side) it could just be that the river is so clear and unpolluted (again with the name 'icicle') that it is in fact deeper than it would seem. And to top it all off, the current- which didn't look that bad- is quite a fast flowing current!
So, we were at this little beach and I see this river- which would be ideal for tubing by the by- and it's hot and I'm in a skirt so I say to Dieuwke, "Dieuwke, do you think it's possible to walk across that?" and she goes, "Well maybe- it doesn't look very deep, but look out for that current" So I hike up my skirt to around my thighs and start walking into the river. My first thought is, "Wow- this water is cold!" Quickly followed by "Wow, these rocks are sharp!" while in the background of my mind there is a recurring theme of "I hope I don't get my skirt wet"
So I'm walking very cautiously through the river- testing each step to make sure that the rocks aren't too sharp and that I'll be able to hold my own against the current. All of a sudden the next step was down about 6 inches lower from where it should have been (this is where I discovered that it isn't that the river is so shallow- it's that the water is so clear [not to say that I couldn't walk through it if there was no current- I could and it's would never get past my chest- but it becomes a problems with a current...] and it just looks like it's so shallow) so down I plunge- thankfully finding footing quickly against the current (It was about this time that I thought to myself "I am definitely not a fan of rocks") and miraculously getting only the edges of my skirt wet.
Since I'm not a completely insane person I say to myself, "Bonnie old girl" (because that's how I refer to myself) "You should turn around and head back to shore before something happens that you regret." So I turned around (I had made it a little less than halfway across the river) and started back. All of a sudden the current got stronger and I discovered simultaneously that going UP a 6 inch rock covered slope is much harder than going down (although it still shouldn't have been as hard as it was- it was only 6 inches for crying out loud...) and I threw my hands out to the side to maintain my balance. Of course this made my skirt completely drop down and boy did it get soaked. A corner of my mind was thinking "well, that's a shame" while the vast majority of it was noting with extreme bitterness how hard these rocks are and how much harder it was to walk on slippery, poky rocks when one doesn't have proper foot protection.
Anyways, to make a long, fairly pointless story come to it's conclusion- I slipped and slided to the shore (the skirt was already drenched so I figured it didn't matter how much wetter I got really) slipped on my mercifully protective flip-flops- really those things ARE amazing- and went to look at some mini fish with the resolution to not attempt that again without proper foot gear- and an ok mindset for getting soaked.
On the plus side my walk back to the house from the river was made much more refreshing by having my skirt being wet (although I could not for the life of me keep my mind from referring to all the books I had read that were written in the 1800s or set in the 1800s where shocking and scandalous ladies [you know, the skanks of our day] allowed their skirts to get dampened to show off their legs. Just goes to show how completely and utterly 1800s brainwashed my mind truly is) and due to the fact that the sun was shining mercilessly my skirt was actually almost dry by the time we did get home.
Oh it was a great day.
So today guess what your favorite little blogger decided to do? She decided that it would be fun to try and walk across the Icicle River. There are a couple things about this idea that make it so very clear that your favorite little blogger may be fabulous but perchance not so brilliant. First off, the very name "Icicle River" should give you a huge hint that the water is a bit cold (icicleyish even). Secondly, going barefoot over a bunch of sharp (not sharp so much as REALLY hard) rocks - not the smartest thing to do. Also while it LOOKS like the river is fairly shallow (I mean you could see the rock bed all the way across to the other side) it could just be that the river is so clear and unpolluted (again with the name 'icicle') that it is in fact deeper than it would seem. And to top it all off, the current- which didn't look that bad- is quite a fast flowing current!
So, we were at this little beach and I see this river- which would be ideal for tubing by the by- and it's hot and I'm in a skirt so I say to Dieuwke, "Dieuwke, do you think it's possible to walk across that?" and she goes, "Well maybe- it doesn't look very deep, but look out for that current" So I hike up my skirt to around my thighs and start walking into the river. My first thought is, "Wow- this water is cold!" Quickly followed by "Wow, these rocks are sharp!" while in the background of my mind there is a recurring theme of "I hope I don't get my skirt wet"
So I'm walking very cautiously through the river- testing each step to make sure that the rocks aren't too sharp and that I'll be able to hold my own against the current. All of a sudden the next step was down about 6 inches lower from where it should have been (this is where I discovered that it isn't that the river is so shallow- it's that the water is so clear [not to say that I couldn't walk through it if there was no current- I could and it's would never get past my chest- but it becomes a problems with a current...] and it just looks like it's so shallow) so down I plunge- thankfully finding footing quickly against the current (It was about this time that I thought to myself "I am definitely not a fan of rocks") and miraculously getting only the edges of my skirt wet.
Since I'm not a completely insane person I say to myself, "Bonnie old girl" (because that's how I refer to myself) "You should turn around and head back to shore before something happens that you regret." So I turned around (I had made it a little less than halfway across the river) and started back. All of a sudden the current got stronger and I discovered simultaneously that going UP a 6 inch rock covered slope is much harder than going down (although it still shouldn't have been as hard as it was- it was only 6 inches for crying out loud...) and I threw my hands out to the side to maintain my balance. Of course this made my skirt completely drop down and boy did it get soaked. A corner of my mind was thinking "well, that's a shame" while the vast majority of it was noting with extreme bitterness how hard these rocks are and how much harder it was to walk on slippery, poky rocks when one doesn't have proper foot protection.
Anyways, to make a long, fairly pointless story come to it's conclusion- I slipped and slided to the shore (the skirt was already drenched so I figured it didn't matter how much wetter I got really) slipped on my mercifully protective flip-flops- really those things ARE amazing- and went to look at some mini fish with the resolution to not attempt that again without proper foot gear- and an ok mindset for getting soaked.
On the plus side my walk back to the house from the river was made much more refreshing by having my skirt being wet (although I could not for the life of me keep my mind from referring to all the books I had read that were written in the 1800s or set in the 1800s where shocking and scandalous ladies [you know, the skanks of our day] allowed their skirts to get dampened to show off their legs. Just goes to show how completely and utterly 1800s brainwashed my mind truly is) and due to the fact that the sun was shining mercilessly my skirt was actually almost dry by the time we did get home.
Oh it was a great day.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Self Esteem Boost
I have to say, one of the things I really love about living with my little nieces and nephews are the continual self-esteem boosts that I get from them. The little, "Auntie Bonnie, I love you" that randomly pops from Isabelle's mouth, or the "Auntie- you are just SO pretty" that Aurora will give me from time to time.
I mean just this morning when I was getting ready for church Aurora and her two friends Tatiana and Daisia that she had over for a sleep-over turn and look at me in awe and go "Oh- oh you are beautiful! I love that shirt! Oh you just look so nice!" and just when I'm thinking it couldn't get any better I put on my black high heeled boots only to have all 3 girls gasp in synchronization and say, "Those are perfect! You look perfect!" It was just so nice! But I have to say that overall, my favorite story so far about comments about my looks is the following one with Ethan.
Dieuwke and I had decided to do pore strips on our noses one afternoon, and as I followed her good-naturedly into the bathroom I grumbled in a joking tone, "Geez Dieuwke- if anyone in this house thought I was flawless once they sure know better now."
Ethan, who happened to be in the bathroom at the time, looked up at me with a face full of concern and said to me, "Oh Bonnie, my daddy thinks you're flawless!" and just as I'm trying to choke down some laughter since he obviously isn't quite aware of the meaning of the word he completely finishes me off with, "But don't worry Auntie- I still love you!" And with a hop off the bathtub wall he hugs my knees, tells me he loves me, and skips out the door.
What more could I ask for? A nephew who loves me- flawlessness and all!
I mean just this morning when I was getting ready for church Aurora and her two friends Tatiana and Daisia that she had over for a sleep-over turn and look at me in awe and go "Oh- oh you are beautiful! I love that shirt! Oh you just look so nice!" and just when I'm thinking it couldn't get any better I put on my black high heeled boots only to have all 3 girls gasp in synchronization and say, "Those are perfect! You look perfect!" It was just so nice! But I have to say that overall, my favorite story so far about comments about my looks is the following one with Ethan.
Dieuwke and I had decided to do pore strips on our noses one afternoon, and as I followed her good-naturedly into the bathroom I grumbled in a joking tone, "Geez Dieuwke- if anyone in this house thought I was flawless once they sure know better now."
Ethan, who happened to be in the bathroom at the time, looked up at me with a face full of concern and said to me, "Oh Bonnie, my daddy thinks you're flawless!" and just as I'm trying to choke down some laughter since he obviously isn't quite aware of the meaning of the word he completely finishes me off with, "But don't worry Auntie- I still love you!" And with a hop off the bathtub wall he hugs my knees, tells me he loves me, and skips out the door.
What more could I ask for? A nephew who loves me- flawlessness and all!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
At Last! I Have Returned!!
I'm back!! Finally after a several month absence (really I'm just NOT sure what happened there...) I am back! I'm back to blogging and thrilling you all with my excessively descriptive posts of what exactly is going on in the life and mind of an average 18 year old (well, average if you consider my situation average...it is true that I may have more stories about what new and hilarious thing such and such child did than the average 18 year old, but that's ok! We'll just enjoy the term 'average' being applied to me for once :-) )
Anyways (see what I mean about the boring- I get off track so easily- it's a wonder to me that you people can stand to read this at all...) life! Life has definitely been there! I really have to say I have learned so much in the last 4 months!
Stuff about me, stuff about decisions, stuff about things I like, people I like, things I can do, things I definitely CANNOT do, things I can stand while retaining my sanity, and things I can stand- but only if I'm willing to sacrifice of bit of my mental health. Stuff about family, stuff about being an adult- really it's been a 4 months full of 'stuff'
So, quick (and I do mean quick) recap! In March I graduated from the UCMT and got a job working for a chiropractor, in May I moved up to Washington and got a job working at a spa/salon (although if you want to get technical it's still slightly illegal since my Washington Massage License is still 'pending' *curse you Washington government!*) and right now that is where I am, but I don't plan on being here long.
I plan on moving around, seeing more family, seeing more country, making more decisions that are probably wrong, and hopefully making some that are right. I plan on falling in love at least once and maybe having my heart broken. I plan on living paycheck to paycheck (if indeed I even find a place that gives them to me :P) and mooching off sisters that love me so. I plan on knowing what it feels like to be dead broke and knowing the joy in paying a bill all on my own, and hopefully in the spring or next fall I plan on starting college (real college this time :-) ) I plan on having no real plan for the next little while. I'm 18, I'm young, I'm in love with life and life is in love with me!
Anyways (see what I mean about the boring- I get off track so easily- it's a wonder to me that you people can stand to read this at all...) life! Life has definitely been there! I really have to say I have learned so much in the last 4 months!
Stuff about me, stuff about decisions, stuff about things I like, people I like, things I can do, things I definitely CANNOT do, things I can stand while retaining my sanity, and things I can stand- but only if I'm willing to sacrifice of bit of my mental health. Stuff about family, stuff about being an adult- really it's been a 4 months full of 'stuff'
So, quick (and I do mean quick) recap! In March I graduated from the UCMT and got a job working for a chiropractor, in May I moved up to Washington and got a job working at a spa/salon (although if you want to get technical it's still slightly illegal since my Washington Massage License is still 'pending' *curse you Washington government!*) and right now that is where I am, but I don't plan on being here long.
I plan on moving around, seeing more family, seeing more country, making more decisions that are probably wrong, and hopefully making some that are right. I plan on falling in love at least once and maybe having my heart broken. I plan on living paycheck to paycheck (if indeed I even find a place that gives them to me :P) and mooching off sisters that love me so. I plan on knowing what it feels like to be dead broke and knowing the joy in paying a bill all on my own, and hopefully in the spring or next fall I plan on starting college (real college this time :-) ) I plan on having no real plan for the next little while. I'm 18, I'm young, I'm in love with life and life is in love with me!
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