flours
I spent Christmas weekend at this house my parents have far far away. Its lack of internet forced me to spend my time baking, knitting, baking, reading and more baking. Amazing how much more time there is in the day without internet! It took a few tries but I have to say, my last batch of cinnamon rolls was my best ever. Too bad someone put them in the fridge last night and they hardened on me. Sadface. My brother took some fun photographs of me and my baking mess, but I'm too lazy to scavenge for them. Maybe later. Anyways, it made me realize that another dream job of mine is baker. I have the biggest sweet tooth and terrible eating habits. It'll catch up to me soon. Real soon.
mum's the word
In elementary school when kids were brought to school by their parents, I used to think it was so cool when girls looked just like their moms. I don't know why. And I think I was disappointed that I didn't. I might look nothing like my mom, but lately I've been realizing how much I'm exactly like her. Let me describe her -- at church she's the happy, smiley one; she's somewhat of a perfectionist and is very specific about wanting things done a certain way; she hates being late; she always keeps herself busy & gets restless with idleness (except for watching movies); she likes when everyone is together; she loves shopping; she always makes to do lists; she loves listening to music; and what I've more recently realized -- she's very much the epitome of "wives, submit to your husbands."
I think I can say all of the above for myself. It's interesting. I wonder how much of it is me unconsciously picking these things up or if any part of it is at all hereditary (nature vs. nurture! heh, that's the Psychobio degree in me). I spent all Saturday morning baking pecan tarts with her and she reminded me how she wanted each step done, e.g. not wanting the pecans crushed too much or wanting the crusts to be perfectly even all around. I think that's why I have a hard time asking for help sometimes -- I like things done a certain way too, but I feel bad telling people what to do and end up doing everything myself.
Anyways, I really appreciate her these days. I used to resent her because she didn't like my first boyfriend and I was all bratty-teenager about it, but it's so fun now when she asks about Brian and tells me to invite him to things. It's fun even when she asks about old roommates and ohnine friends by name. I forget that I've been away for four years and this is us getting to know each other again, it seems like. It's fun. She's quite the silly person.
PS. Shoutout to Janelle, who has encouraged me to blog more candidly :) HI JANELLE.
I think I can say all of the above for myself. It's interesting. I wonder how much of it is me unconsciously picking these things up or if any part of it is at all hereditary (nature vs. nurture! heh, that's the Psychobio degree in me). I spent all Saturday morning baking pecan tarts with her and she reminded me how she wanted each step done, e.g. not wanting the pecans crushed too much or wanting the crusts to be perfectly even all around. I think that's why I have a hard time asking for help sometimes -- I like things done a certain way too, but I feel bad telling people what to do and end up doing everything myself.
Anyways, I really appreciate her these days. I used to resent her because she didn't like my first boyfriend and I was all bratty-teenager about it, but it's so fun now when she asks about Brian and tells me to invite him to things. It's fun even when she asks about old roommates and ohnine friends by name. I forget that I've been away for four years and this is us getting to know each other again, it seems like. It's fun. She's quite the silly person.
PS. Shoutout to Janelle, who has encouraged me to blog more candidly :) HI JANELLE.
comic relief
I don't have too many pet peeves, but my biggest one, definitely, is being late. Or, more specifically, when other people make me late. Ugh! This morning I was late for work so I put my soupy lunch in my purse and ran out the door. I got to work on time and in one piece, but unfortunately my lunch didn't. Hahaha, it made me laugh. I don't know why. For a split second I thought about how I could get upset over it and just label the rest of my day a "bad day" but meh, wasn't worth it. I'm trying to just enjoy each day as it comes and be grateful for what I have now. Over the weekend I realized how anxious I was getting about future plans and how reminiscent I have been of my last two years in college. It was making me bitter about a lot of things about my life right now, when I know I'm blessed with so much. So what if things don't work out exactly the way I plan them to be, or if my life can't be the same as it was living in Westwood, or if I spill some soup all over the place. Pfft!
So anyways, I'm happy because right now I haven't much to worry about. Er, well, I'm choosing not to worry about. I have a really easy final on Wednesday and the rest of the week off to snowboard and bake and knit and lollygag. Two months of lollygaggin' winter break! Oh boy, oh boy. :)
So anyways, I'm happy because right now I haven't much to worry about. Er, well, I'm choosing not to worry about. I have a really easy final on Wednesday and the rest of the week off to snowboard and bake and knit and lollygag. Two months of lollygaggin' winter break! Oh boy, oh boy. :)
hello, holidays!
Brian showed me this picture a day site and I've been bringing my camera with me everywhere since. It's about time I make use of that thing.
Speaking of which, welcome to the Canon XSi club, Paul. Hehe.
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