| Saturday, October 27, 2007 |
| Home Sweet Home |
For those of you who haven't seen it, this is my house in Logan. It's cutsie and homie and everyone who comes in comments on how it feels like a home cuz of the decorations, which I take great pleasure in.
My bedroom...  My kitchen... 
My living room...
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| Thursday, October 25, 2007 |
| The Great Pie Fiasco |
My friend Matt is very smart when it comes to books and memorizing facts about science and medicine. However, it seems he is lacking in some more everyday varieties of intelligence, baking for instance. He is the first one to admit that he can't bake, and since he is a boy and is fairly good at cooking in its other forms, that is a very forgivable offense. Still, I would have thought this surgeon-to-be could muster up the dexterity to take a pie out of the oven.
We have recently become addicted to a show called Pushing Daisies, the main character of which is a pie maker. Being the brilliant lover of pastries that I am, I made the fairly obvious suggestion that we have pie while we watch our weekly show. My roommate and I carefully selected the Dutch apple pie Tuesday night and eagerly awaited seven o'clock on Wednesday when we would watch the Pie Maker and be the Pie Eaters. No one was more excited than Matt though; in the hour that the pie was baking, he repeatedly asked, "Is it pie time yet?" When the timer finally went off, I told him he could get the pie out of the oven. He scampered off to the kitchen, quickly followed by the clatter of pie being dumped all over my oven. He had burned his hand through the damp cheesecloth he was using as a hot pad (honestly, and this kid got a 32 on the ACT) and his natural reaction was to drop the cookie sheet, which then allowed the gooey pie to splatter all over the door and hinges of the oven.
 My roommate and I spent half an hour scooping hot blobs of pie into the trash and scrubbing at the caramelized filling in the cracks and crevices of the door hinge. To his credit, Matt wanted to help, but since the oven was still warm and he was already injured I wouldn't let him. He felt awful and refused to go home until it was clean even though he couldn't help. When I opened the drawer beneath the oven, saw that the pots and pans in it were drizzled with pie juices, and realized we would have to wash them all, I sent him home to nurse his wounds. When we went to see him an hour or so later, he was already showing off his blisters and reenacting the event. He plays his role as a pity monger very well. |
| posted by Lani @ 3:32 PM |
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| Friday, October 12, 2007 |
| One Two Three Four, I Declare a Prank War |
I pranked my friend Matt a couple days ago, ratherly cleverly I might add. I arranged it with his roommate earlier and crept into his room at one in the morning on Wednesday night with an industrial size roll of saran wrap and spread it across the door frame to his room. Since he is the only one in his room and the doors open inward, I more or less trapped him in his room. Needless to say, he was very confused when he woke up the next morning. And, since I had so much extra saran wrap, I ended up doing his car too, so it was a two-front prank. When he texted me and asked if it was me, of course I denied it, and he was gullible enough to believe me. I had him going for about ten hours before I confessed. Oh the joys of college dorms :)
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| posted by Lani @ 5:26 PM |
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| That's what I get for trying to wash my hair |
When I went home last weekend, I had a bit of a fiasco in the shower. When I slid the glass door over to get out, it suddenly fell out of the tracks that held it in. I frantically reached for the handle, but to no avail: it shattered. Falling forward, the top hit the bathroom counter and filled the sink and every other surface with glass, and the bottom shattered inside the tub, which I was still standing in. The middle just ended up in little glass shards all over the floor. I admit it, I screamed a little bit when it smashed, and Mom came running to see if I was okay. How surprised she must have been to open the door and see millions of tiny glass fragments all over the floor, tub, counter, sinks, and toilet. Since I was basically trapped in the shower, she immediately set to sweeping up the glass and making a path for me to get out. Rachel had come upstairs too; she said it sounded like marbles being spilled all over the floor. Being the loving sister she is, Rachel was kind enough to photodocument the experience. Mind you, I'm dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, and bleeding throughout. She may have found my predicament funny, but I found it hilarious that even through a camera lense, blood makes Rachel queasy.
In the end, I managed to get out of the shower and bandage my legs up. We were just glad the door was made of safety glass, because if it hadn't been I would have definitely at least needed stitches, if not more. As it is, I just have 24 little scratches and cuts. Who would have thought taking a shower could be so dangerous? |
| posted by Lani @ 10:50 AM |
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| Saturday, October 6, 2007 |
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I decided to be cool like all my brothers and sister and set up a blog so everyone can keep up to date on my crazy college antics (ha). Here is a picture of me, my roommate Shantae, and our friend Stacy on USU's campus.
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And this is Shantae and me at Margarita Monday, which is really just Smoothie Night, but Matt instigated it and he likes alliteration so we know it as Margarita Monday. I made most of the smoothies with my little blender bullet and was told I should open a smoothie store, to which I replied, "Uh, kinda like Jamba Juice?" The kid felt dumb after that. |
| posted by Lani @ 1:39 PM |
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