Where is my brain?

Things I have forgotten...again.

1. my hairdryer

I had to work the next day.

2. my makeup

again I had to work the next day.

3. My favorite brown boots

9pm on a Thursday is not a good time for me to remember things especially since I've been in and out of class since 9:30, haven't eaten since around 3pm, and I'm rushing to get home to bed because I have to work in the morning

4. my backpack (with all school books and laptop)

On my way to Boston. 20 minutes in I have an epiphany of non-existant backpack in my car. I was so mad I cried. Don't judge okay!

5. My boyfriend's Red Sox hat

Hey, at least I remembered his button up shirt!

6. Here's the kicker, I forgot about stuffed bread in the microwave at work...and nearly burnt the entire place down. No joke, smoke everywhere. My dad gave me the most lethal look. Not even my usual charm could deter his anger. Poor Anjon's almost RIPed it up. At least I can't get fired. Feel free to make fun of me. Everyone else has. Just don't take my backpack okay.

Let's be happy that I didn't forget

to wear underwear, my boyfriend at work, to shower.

BUNNIES!

Last night I found my way into the pet store at the mall. My poor boyfriend hates it when I do this because I instantly turn into a nut talking in a high pitched voice to all the animals, pretending I know what they're thinking, and that every single animal is thinking that they are madly in love with me and wants me to take them home. Normally I fall for the puppies. BUT last night I fell deeply in love with A BUNNY. He was ALL black (so trendy) and a midget. A little petit pooplette of bunny!

"Oh you're suuuuuccch a little nuggggggetttt"
"awwwww what a cute leeeetttlleeee bunnnyyyyy!"
"I waaaaaannt bunnnnniesss"
-extremely annoying comments made by me cooing over the pint sized animals
"you're seven years old" -dustin

Paula Deen can keep her southern cookin' to herself.

Do not be confused folks. Chicken Fried Steak is meant to be left in the south. Steak should only be eaten medium rare with garlic and olive oil. MSG is a dangerous substance that only Paula Deen can control. This meal was HORRIBLE. Perhaps I did something wrong though..

Bridezilla's Shower

While on my mini vaca in FLO-RIDA I had the privilege of attending my cousin's bridal shower. You see I've been holding out on you guys...I am a member of a bridal party. Oh yeah I'm holding out even more. Not only will I be gracing one wedding with my presence but I will be in TWO that's correct TWO weddings this summer. HOW will I handle all the parties? More importantly how will my wallet handle them? All that white, stress, and shit. Whatevs, I've taken a very zen approach to it all as you can tell by my toilet paper wedding dress in which a bunch of older women taped me into. Is my bum showing? NBD. Buddha you complete me. My zen garden of hope will hold my dress together. There are flowers on it from my zen garden to help my bum from exploding from my dress. And just like Hilary Swank in THE NEXT KARATE KID I have a super ninja veil. MY GOD its obvious why I won BEST TOILET PAPER BRIDE ( a serious accomplishment folks) Granted my cousin Michelle (far right) looked phenom. I would wear that dress as my actual wedding dress it was so nice! Poor ally in the middle can't even move. She being suffocated by a taffeta Python. So I only won because I basically cheated. We had to "walk the runway" to a little Billie Jean by MJ...and I decided to do a slutty dance and get low on the ground (even Buddha couldn't keep my dress on) off my bottom came leaving me looking like a mummy ninja and open went my relatives grandmother's mouth as I dipped and shoot it low and then nuzzled the brides face into my chest. The room was cheering, I was a toilet paper hot mess, and I WON!

Oh yeah my other job besides slutty dancer at the party was to make that ridiculous hat for the bride out of bows. I KNOW I KNOW. it's beautiful.

New Discoveries

1. I have sub par frisbee skills
2. I have even worse hockey skills
3. BBQ ribs on the grill may be the tastiest, messiest, teeth infestingest, lovely thing.
4. I make the best smore's on the planet and I get them all over my face in the process
5. I can go into a store and not buy anything..chances are I have to have someone else with me so I don't buy anything however.
6. Country fried steak needs to stay in the country (pictures to come soon) my stomache has yet to recover
7. Haley from OTH was right mac n cheese is food of the gods.
8. My boyfriend might never speak to me again if I came home with a dog weighing less than 20 pounds.
9. My mom loves to buy me childish things like giant sutffed animals and they make excellent body pillows, also I'm a sucker for stuffed animals (deep down I'm clearly seven years old)
10. I suck at fishing.

WE'RE GOING TO THE ZOO!

Today my mother and I will be adventuring our way to the Palm Beach Zoo. Don't worry I will bring my camera.

On a side note just yesterday we had a bit of a mini zoo in our house. I'm reading and watching tv with my mom (she's not watching tv she's actually falling asleep) when I hear a disturbance in the fake plant. Well that's funny I think "Fake plants don't move..." what's even funnier is that real plants don't move. They do but slower than grass growing. Why is the fake plant having a seizure I wonder? My brain kicks in. There is something in the plant. An animal of sorts has taken the plant to be his home. I ask my mom if she heard/saw the seizing plant. She thinks I'm delirious. I proceed to the plant. And there that little bugger is. He thinks he's being all camo with his green body and the green plant leaves. I proclaim we must capture him before he tried to snuggle with me tonight. My mom thinks I am insane. "He won't hurt you" oh really, waking up snuggling with a small lizard isn't terrifying? OK MOM. I run into the kitchen and find some lizard catchin' devices. A plastic microwave cover and a clear plastic bowl. My mom doesn't know it but she is going to be the lizard wrangler tonight. I had her her weapons step away and wish her luck. First try she comes out empty handed, Second attempt works like a charm. We have contained the pest. I run to the patio door and try to pull it open. It's locked, I look like an idiot. I unlock it nervously. (If there was a killer coming for me I'd be dead from how long it took me to open that door.) Alas! it is opened and my mom release the inmate back in the wild. At least I didn't make her execute him.

Ladies Home Journal, A Skinny Vanilla Latte, and severe thunderstorms in Georgia

Well well well, another day at PWM has passed me by, another trip in which my flight is delayed upon delayed and there's barely a break in the system to fit little old me onto a plane. So I spent my afternoon hanging around an airport, getting on a plane, nearly dismembering an old lady, chatting it up with a nice old lady, and finally deplaning.. BUT there's more I then waited in line for 20 minutes to realize there was no hope for me to get to Florida tonight. Potentially spending the night in the Atlanta airport just isn't on my preferred list of things to do. Oh well. Me and Planes..or is it Planes and I? (I capitalize plane because I often turn inanimate objects into people) We just can't seem to get our shit together when we both want to do something, at the same time. Planes are constantly keeping me up late, waking me up early, making me wait, causing me stress, and changing OUR planes. I mean I make these plans with Planes months in advance! What an unreliable friend a plane iS. Don't even get me started on Airports. SO anyways. I leave tomorrow at a ridiculously early hour in the morning in which I will probably curl up in a ball in the airport chairs until my flight is boarding. JOYOUS. But all in all it wasn't too bad, I could actually be in Georgia stuck next to a smelly man snoring who has decided to spend the night in the airport gracing me with his presence. You can't cry over spilt milk and you get more flies with honey than vinegar.

On occasion I do tend to get a bit dramatic and people who suck at boarding planes really just aggravate the bejesusessessss out of me. C'mon really how difficult is it to throw a bag in a compartment, find your seat, and sit the fuck down!
sample venting text in which my poor boyfriend was submitted to:

"Oh my god the fucking old lady walking in front of me on the plane...slowly removes her carryon and gently tries to stuff it in the overhead compartment (listen lady don't be afraid to hurt the bag, it's not like it's meant to hold objects and protect them or anything.) Moving in absolute slow motion, she then removes her jacket and lays it ever so gently with her precious bag, then casually adjusts the books and other items she has in her hands THEN oh she finally decides to sit down. But she doesn't sit like normal people she thinks "I'll just ease myself in the chair for 5 fucking minutes (no were not delayed people might not miss their connecting flights why don't you stop for some tea and a biscotti while your at it, better yet grab me one I've spent nearly been three hours watching you put shit in a compartment. Oh yeah those nylons under your capris look STUPID."


All in all my biggest disappointment of the day was that I really liked my plane outfit and I feel like all the employees at PWM will know I wore it today if I wear it tomorrow.

PACMAN PIZZA

One of my better moments

Observe my little Nugget Spike-o-Saurus


The other day I was extremely excited as I kept running into adorable animals on a sunny Saturday in Boston. My boyfriend and I are driving along as I see a little puppy and its owner walking along the side of the road ...
" OoOoOo PUPPY!!!" I exclaimed
SMACK. cue confusion and laughing.

I was so excited I had completely forgotten about the whole window thing and smacked my face into it.

Creepy Making Babies Class

Just watched five live births. Enough said, I'm going to go yiff my french toast strata up.

It's a hunger banquet..they're supposed to be hungry.

So Friday was crazy busy for me!

I worked at Philly from 10-2:30 making omelette's for my fellow UNH students. Not to brag or anything but I think I am quite the griddle master. Perhaps a short order breakfast cook job is somewhere...

After work I showed my suite to the people who will be living in it next year and obviously they arrived as I just came out of the shower. Typical. Me naked under a bathrobe with 8 girls and one male. SWEET.

THEN THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EVENING

THE OXFAM HUNGER BANQUET. cooking club volunteered for the second time in a row to help make the food for the whole oxfam gang. Speaking of oxfam I got a little bit curious about them while we were making dinner for the banquet. Who is oxfam? What do they do? What exactly is this hunger banquet! I mean I'm making strawberry shortcake and salad for these people and I don't know a thing about them.

Oxfam (Is not short for anything...well at least that the girl I asked knew of)

Oxfam is! A group of non-governmental organizations from three continents working worldwide to fight poverty and injustice.

They spread awareness about poverty and injustice through benefits like the hunger banquet in which students pay $3 (all of which was donated to Haiti this year) and they learn what it's like to be lower class, middle class, and upper class. The lower class serves themselves a small Dixie cup of rice, the middle a larger cup of rice and beans, and the upper receive salad, spaghetti with sauce, bread, and desert. And apparently this is a simulation of what it is like in the "real world". ANYTHING I MEAN ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
-There was a revolt! The poor got up and stole food from the upper class table. Then an all out spaghetti fight happened. WHAT. I was stunned. How rude! Who does that at a hunger banquet? This is insane...it's an all out war zone! Anyways, the worst part was...THEY MISSED OUT ON DESSERT. Out of fear of a very messy food brawl oxfam informed us the tasty (slightly overcooked my baddd) strawberry shortcake would not be served. They're loss. Cooking clubs gain!


Side note: If you ever end up in a predicament in which you have whipping cream and no mechanical beaters don't worry. Grab a whisk, some sugar,vanilla, AND most importantly about 3-4 people. Line up and take turns hand whipping the cream. It will take about 20 minutes if you're vigorous and you will see the cream thicken as you continue to ferociously whip that cream. No it's not ideal, but I mean at least it works!

Quiche is a great word, a tasty treat, a bountiful breakfast, a light lunch, or a delightful dinner!

Things I have somehow managed to misplace this week

1. MY GLASSES.

If I have walked by you in the past week and not said hello or the lines on my forehead and suddenly seem more pronounced it's due to the fact I believe I have left my glasses in my car. Which is excellent because I need them to drive! But I need them to see words, people, branches etc. HOPEFULLY they are actually in my car. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

2. My business stats binder.

Only the most commonly failed course in UNH's business problem. No big deal if I don't have my notes for my upcoming test.
*My binder was located last night in an RA's room of a hall I don't even live in! EXCELLENT!

Fennel stuffed cornish hens oven roasted in a white wine sauce

Website Pandamonium

Favorite Websites

1. thekindlife.com

Alicia Silverstone is the worlds coolest vegan. Not only does she share amazing vegan recipes (I plan to try some) but she offers a lot of information about living green and healthy alternatives to taking care of yourself and the environment.

2. www.80spurple.com

Sort of an underground urban outfitters. Skip right to the sale if you don't want to spend 70 dollars on a shirt.

3. 15dollarstore.com

Some of the stuff can be pretty cheesy but you can find some cool dresses

4. petfinder.com

I love animals and when I actually decided to get one I plan on adopting rather than purchasing one from an over priced puppy store.

5. freerice.com

For every question you get right 10 grains of rice is donated through the world food programme to help end hunger. You can practice geography, learn about art, words, and different languages oh and don't forget you're helping to end world hunger 10 grains of rice at a time!

6. etsy.com

Mostly handmade items for sale, you can get local items too, specify the color of an item you want etc. Perfect for personalized baby items if you want to give a really cool baby shower gift. Or for cool pillows, handmade clothing, and art for decorating and shizzle. They even have handmade toilet seat covers!

7. http://www.retailmenot.com/

If I'm buying something online I'm checking this website. I'll look to see if I can get free shipping or 20% off and order. Previously I've been able to get halloween costumes pretty cheap and free shipping on a gift for my brother.

8. foodnetwork.com

I'm absolutely obsessed with food. Anything having to do with it. All you have to do is type in something your craving and 900 recipes show up. There's so many ideas for parties, quick meals, simple meals, cheap meals. It's insane. If you want italian try giada de laurentis, something amazing tyler florence, and comforting paula deen is at your side.

9. Anjons.com

My dad's restaurant where I work and where 95% of my family has worked at one time or another. We sell sauce online and in local stores in Maine. My favorite dish is chicken or veal piccata. I have a serious love of lemons and capers.

10. http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/

I don't know if you've ever ventured the left hand side bar of craigslist BUT you should. There is a nice section known as "best of craigslist" with titles like "we shared a cab, you hit me in the face" these so called ads are an easy way to brighten up anyone's day and help you realize there are a lot more people out there way crazier than you are.

Domino's to Cooking Club

If there's one thing you're going to learn about me, it's that I'm forgetful. Ask my mother. Ask my boyfriend. Ask cooking club. Whether it's forgetting my homework, losing my keys at 2 am, or forgetting about the cooking club meeting this evening. I can't seem to remember certain things worth a damn. My blackberry is filled with alerts, lists, reminders, schedules, and yet I somehow get distracted along the way.
From doing homework for making babies (yes it's a credited gen ed at UNH) to ending up ordering a pizza online at domino's and in all my geekness watching at "Renee began to custom create my pizza", and chatting on the phone I somehow forgot about THE COOKING CLUB MEETING!
BUT, my pizza was about to be delivered, JAKE from domino's had just told me he'd be by the dumpster outside my dorm in one minute! (Sounds eerie I know!) What a conundrum. My boyfriend is laughing on the phone at me as I rush to collect my pizza and quickly hung up on, I am in a rush, NO TIME for useless chit chat! The meeting started ten minutes ago. Before I can make it out the door (thank goodness I remember my shoes this time, wet socks are almost as uncomfortable as scraping your plate with your fork or banging your funny bone) There's Jake! Waiting by the door. I'm surprised he's not by the dumpster. I mean the guy told me he'd be by the dumpster. Oh well less walking! I grab my pizza and go, Jake is an awkward delivery man and I've tried to joke with him before, he doesn't respond, he's flatlined from too many deliveries. With my pizza in hand I run upstairs grab my coat REMEMBER my school ID (I'm on my second from losing my first) and sprint up the stair to Hoco past a large pack of dudes who are walking much to slow.
I made it. I walked into cooking club with a box of dominos. I certaintly looked like a fatty. Not to mention someone had left a starbucks iced something or another directly to the left of me while I munched on my pizza. Parched and drink-less I stared longingly at the small melting ice cubes taunting my tongue. I almost reached for it. But I came to my senses. There were people around and a chocolate themed event to plan!
Anyways, I already forgot where I was going with this...