Me and My Enemy

Kids, this is what we call "frightening:"

Okay, so I actually did something over the weekend besides work for 8 hours and vegetate on the couch. 

It involved attempting to make a snow "sea" monster.

First of all, I have never liked the snow. But since I try to be a peaceable person, I went to my enemy and tried to play with it. The snow never got the message of a possible peace treaty, so it continued to hate on me.  As we attempted to build a body of our monster, we found that the snow just wouldn't stick together. After realizing that all the spit in our combined three mouths would not produce enough water to make 40+ feet of snow stick together, we gave up on the idea of making it look like it was going in and out of the snow and just settled for a snake body. We split the body into three sections and each worked on our section. The next hour went something like this:

1. Form a rudimentary trail with feet.
2. Bend over and grab snow from each side.
3. Hopelessly try to pack snow together.
4. When snow doesn't pack together, stand and stare at your roommates working.
5. After eyes nearly freeze open, bend down and try to pack snow again.
6. Complain about feet hurting.
7. Complain about legs freezing.
8. Complain about everything else.
9. Imagine yourself in a reality show entitled "Snow Sculpture Battle" in which you are a finalist and you press on in bad conditions to make a beautiful, dazzling snow sculpture that wins you $10,000 (I'm not kidding about this one...).
10. Move onto the next foot of body and repeat steps 2-10.

Okay so I'm thinking that may have been just me, but that's how it went down on my 20 or so feet of tail. After we finished the monster, we went back to the apartment and just stripped down in the front room. It would've been a good time for a creeper stalker to come by, really. My legs were bright red and I didn't warm up for an hour or two, which doesn't make sense to me because I have PLENTY of blubber that's supposed to be keeping me warm.

You fail, leg fat.

You really can't see the whole body, but this is only 1/3 or so of it. 

This picture is titled "Sarah is too lazy to even try 

to edit or make it look good."

Next time I will just vegetate on the couch.


Now let's play a game called


Guess that Beverage!


Can you guess this beverage?

If you guessed blueberry anything, imagine me making a really loud buzzer noise and then mocking you.

This beverage is Utah State blue hot chocolate. Jenna so lovingly let us have a mug each, and I must say that it is an entertaining drink to, well, drink.

No, the bookstore does not sell it. They should though.

I walked by this after Zumba today was quite impressed. No, not at the "fry" statue, as most Aggies lovingly call it, but the burger snow sculpture right beside it. I know this picture isn't terribly impressive, but the burger sculpture is really big. It even has tinges of red where the "meat" is. 

I'm impressed. 

You should be as well.

Also, any guesses at what the rectangular object would be? My only thought was a cube of butter or a thing of fry sauce. The butter doesn't make sense though, so if you have any other thoughts... 

Happee Birthdae

Did anyone else notice a pause in the blogosphere the past week or two? The only updates I had in my feed were from the Haymondator and the Sartorialist. Which is great (mostly because of Arlene), but I noticed that last week no one really had anything to say. 
Well at least it's picked up again.
I'll join in.


The other day we celebrated two birthdays. One for my roommate Sara, and the other for my most favorite actor, Alan Rickman.
But mostly for Sara.

I made these lovely cake pops (and cake balls as seen below) for the party. I made them with yellow cake and cream cheese frosting, and they ended up tasting like cake batter ice cream, but not actually ice cream. Either way, they're fabulously addicting.

A sad cake. I used store-bought frosting and mixed it with fresh strawberries. By doing that, it became a little, uh, goopy and it was frustratingly comical to frost. That's why it looks just sad. But at least it has a star-shaped strawberry "flower" with a blue leaf, right?

This looks like crème brûlée again, but it's actually crème caramel. Once again, Nick made them and sent us into dessert heaven.

Happy 20th, Crawford, and I hope you don't get a sugar overload from all the leftover cake pops...

P.S. Does anyone else have Spring Break from the 5th to the 13th? Because I have nothing to do. And we should hang out.

nothing

This is a post about me


not knowing what to say.


Sorry for the inconvenience.

ONE.ZERO.ZERO?!

I have some good news for all of you.

No, I'm not engaged, and no I didn't win the Idaho lottery.

I have reached the blogger's equivalent of an 16th birthday, which is...

100 posts.

Yay!

I felt that a celebration was in order, so naturally, I ran up and down my balcony, shouting the joyous news to all and blowing bubbles. My Australian neighbor Keith felt that since it was such a special day, his apartment and my apartment should have a pot luck dinner. So we spent hours slaving in the kitchen cooking pasta, pork, Cajun chicken, asparagus and prosciutto wraps, inarizushi, tacos, mozzarella sticks, and even crème brûlée. I made a shmancy jello and a most delicious pumpkin cake with caramel cider sauce. 

Everyone came to celebrate, even a grown-up Dr. Seuss character.

Crawford was cheering for me.

Nick and I have the same waterproof camera. This makes him cool.

But this is his face when I told him that I am awesome and posted 100 posts.

We all got our own crème brûlée in a lovely little dish, all provided by Nick.

This is my scrumptious pumpkin cake. It's... so... yummy.

We gathered and laughed and played.

We pigged out.

We even told jokes.

And it was a jolly good time.

Okay, so this is ridiculous. The truth is, this is my 100th blog post, and yes we had a potluck, but they weren't related. I just tried to make myself sound important *sob*

But our potluck yesterday was fantastic. The idea actually did originate from Keith (who I call Boris sometimes), and it turned out really well. Nick's pork and crème brûlée were possibly the most delicious things I've ever had. Keith's pasta was also super delicious. So was Neal's Cajun chicken. Heck, everything there was fabulous. Even my jello.

So, if you want to have a lovely time with your neighbors, just organize a potluck and go nuts. If you want to make it even better (like we did), call it an international potluck and you'll get awesome stuff to chow down on.

As for the 100th blog post deal, I would write a list of 100 reasons why you should love me, but I can't actually think of 100 reasons why you should love me. Instead, I will take you on a short journey through my past posts.

You people seemed to like these ones:

#1

#2

#3

Also, these are some of my personal favorites:

Mrreow

Shaky, Shaky, Shaky...

"Good."

If you haven't followed my blog from the beginning, I would suggest looking at some of those links. Mostly because I assume that if you're wasting time reading this, then you can waste even more time reading other posts.

Yes.

Also, I genuinely thank everyone who actually reads what I have to say. Without you, I would keep writing but I wouldn't receive any acknowledgement, and that would drive me crazy.

So really, thanks.