oh my word i've been tagged and i'm only doing this because i am bored out of my mind and because i love my sister who tagged me.

also...i am not married so i can't answer all of these. yet........

How long have you been together? 8 months

How long did you date? hopefully longer than 8 months

How old is he? 24

Who eats more? depends on the day. my favorite thing to do is finish off his food when he isn't looking...one time i fit a whole taco in my mouth.

Who said "I love you" first? I did! I knew he felt the same way and that he was just too shy to say it. so i took the matter into my own hands

Who is taller? he is by a few inches...if i wear heels i'm about as tall

Who is smarter? i am book-smart and he is other-stuff-smart. he doesn't like school AT ALL.

Who does the laundry? we do our own.

Who does the dishes? I usually cook and he does the dishes. and sometimes he cooks and still does the dishes. so sweet.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? i call dibs on the right side as soon as i get married.

Who pays the bills? he has way more bills than me...we both pay our own.

Who mows the lawn? i don't know how.

Who cooks dinner? russ can cook frozen pizza and fettucine alfredo. i cook anything else.

Who is more stubborn? ME! so stubborn.

Who kissed who first? well, i kissed his ear and apparently that was the sign that it was okay to kiss me, so i guess he did?

Who asked who out? He was super shy so i asked him to take me on a motorcycle ride...i guess that was our first date. it was so funny because he had just barely gotten his bike and was learning how to ride it and as we were turning a corner i grabbed his pecs just because and it caught him by surprise and we almost fell off the bike....it literally tipped over and we had to pull it back up.

Who proposed? He had better propose to me because I'm not doing it.

Who is more sensitive? Me. By a lot

Who has more friends? We are both about the same. Most of his friends are friends from back home from high school and tish... most of my friends are the ones i've met while going to BYU

Who has more siblings? Russ...he has 3 sisters and 2 brothers, I have one brother, one sister.

Who wears the pants in the relationship? I wear about a leg and a half. he wears the rest.

My honey bunny

Reasons why I love my honey bunny

1. He fixes stuff for me (most recently my car)
2. He bought me flowers yesterday
3. He loves me even though i sometimes only shower twice a week
4. He lets me make almost every decision (mostly because he in incapable)
5. He gives me rides everywhere even though i have a car
6. He enjoys eating just as much as i do
7. He is super nice to his family
8. He tells me i'm beautiful even when i look my ugliest
9. He makes up ridiculous words like 'tish' and 'chuly'
10. He would give me his kidney even if we broke up (its from a House episode)

boredom

Today i caught up on much needed sleep. I slept until 11:15 and missed my class. I didn't have work today so i decided not to leave the house. I was in absolutely no mood to do anything productive so i put on my fuzzy green socks, cuddled up on the couch and started blogging. Here are some lists that i made to pass the time:

My favorite places to eat in Utah:
1. El Matador
2. Carrabbas
3. Cafe Rio
4. La Carreta
5. Oasis
6. Lonestar Taqueria
7. J-dawgs
8. Texas Roadhouse
9. JCW's
10. The Pie
11. Purple Sage
12. El Salvador
13. Atlantic
14. Zupa's
15. Zenger's Deli
16. Tucano's
17. Great Harvest
18. Cold Stone
19. Neilson's Frozen Custard
20. Noodle's and Co.

My favorite websites:
foodnetwork
stumbleupon
anthropologie
Mr. Picassohead
Jackson Pollock
Half
KSL
urban outfitters

My favorite TV shows:
1. House
2. The Office
3. Good Eats
4. Giada - Everyday Italian
5. America's Next Top Model

My favorite music:
1. Alexi Murdoch and Nick Drake
2. Sufjan Stevens
3. Pink Floyd and other classic rockers
4. Damien Rice
5. whatever.

gosh i'm boring. i can't think of anything else.

vitamin water: sucks

really, its not that good. I am doing a project on vitamin water for my marketing class and i have, therefore, felt obligated to try and like the product. I have tried so hard to like it but to no avail. Its yucky. don't buy it. trust me, i was born with superior taste buds. I will, however, give props to the masterminds behind the vitamin water marketing campaign. they have fooled many.

Easter traditions...

Each year as a child my family and i would dye our hard-boiled eggs just like every other Easter-celebrating family. Then we would roll them down the hill, just like every other Easter-celebrating family (or so i thought). It wasn't until I was older that i realized (much to my dismay) that rolling eggs down a super-sized hill is not a normal easter tradition. I was baffled. I am now baffled as to the origin of this tradition. It is a mystery yet to be discovered. This year, Russ and I expertly colored our eggs but we couldn't find a big enough hill in Provo to roll them down. The purpose of rolling the eggs is to experience the satisfaction of watching them explode as gravity takes it's toll. We tried rolling them down a hill at Rock Canyon Park but they were all duds. We had to break them by throwing them at lightposts, sidewalks, children. Maybe next year i'll just resort to eating them although they wouldn't be as yummy as these easter cookies i made....yum!

can someone PLEASE buy me a puppy?

I have banned myself from looking on ksl.com at puppies for sale because i was getting a little bit obsessive. but i REALLY (times 300) want a puppy and i want it now.

piece of cake

I make cakes. I am an aspiring cake decorator. DREAM JOB = Duff's assistant on "Ace of Cakes." At the rate i'm improving i'll probably be good enough for the job in about 22 years.

You gotta love the old school Jazz colors.

funny faces

Best major ever.

Let me tell you why I have the best major ever.

1-Free food ALL the time. This includes a never-ending supply of carbonated sherbet (thanks to Dr. Ogden, the inventor of Fizzix-yoplait's carbonated yogurt)...just help yourself at the soft serve machine.

2-More free food. Lab consists of 10 percent work and 90 percent eating. For example, today in my food engineering lab we were experimenting with microwaves. First we measured the absorptivity and heat penetration of various substances. This included microwave pizza, hot pockets, microwave brownies, mac & cheese, etc. We were also required to eat the food after cooking it so we could comment on the quality and characteristics of microwaved food. Next class: food analysis lab. Today we measured the fat content and fatty acid profile of various snack foods: whoppers, fritos, goldfish, chips ahoy, and pringles. Since we really only needed to use about 6 grams each item we, of course were required to eat the rest.

3-Food that is free. A class required for the food science major is NDFS 191 - Intro to Food Science. The class is one hour a week and each week a guest comes to speak about their job in the food industry. About 90% of the time the lecture ends with free samples of the food they work with. Today, for example, someone from Dreyers ice cream spoke. Free Dibs and Ice cream bars were given to each student and to me after the class. I'm not actually in the class but i know when the class is and when to get free food.

4-Free candy. The sensory lab, and also my place of employment, has 3 large cupboards in the back room dedicated to the storage of candy and snacks only. these are very large cupboards which i often invade.

5-Free food abounds. I have about 50 more examples but i will spare you. If this doesn't convince you to become a food science major then you must not like food.

hot hot hot

Last night when Russ and I got back to my house he immediately went upstairs to turn up the heat. A few hours later I was hot so I told him to go turn it down. Soon after this I went to bed. Some time later I lay sweating in my bed thinking that i was going crazy because I KNOW I saw Russ go upstairs to turn down the heat. I finally dozed off and woke up at 7 am WITHOUT an alarm (a miracle) because I was bathing in my own sweat. My roommate came in and i asked her why it was 100 degrees in our house and she said that Russ turned the heat up to 90. i thought that it must be a cruel joke but according to Russ it was an accident. So much for Spring....lets just skip it and get straight to Summer, right in my own house.

When you gotta go....

So...tonight i was at wal-mart getting a duplicate key made for my new car (i will discover later that the key doesn't even work!) and I REALLY had to go. I spent five hours at work tonight with an endless supply of diet coke. Not good news for my bladder. I finally gave in to my bladder's plea to abandon all fears of public bathrooms and I made my way quickly to the nearest ladies room. Unfortunatley there was a big yellow cleaning cart purposely blocking the door. As i stood there pouting another shopper desperate for relief joined me and looked at the cart in displeasure. We proceeded to lean forward so we could listen to hear if someone was actually in the bathroom cleaning. Hearing nothing, we figured we were safe. We tip-toed into the bathroom pretended not to see a person mopping in the last stall. As he heard us (i was surprised to hear a man's voice) he yelled out that he was cleaning, probably hoping that we would leave. But when you gotta go, you gotta go. We both pretended to be deaf and quickly relieved ourselves. On our way out we bumped into Fernando, a man about the size of a small vehicle, who looked more than displeased. As he tried to explain that the cart was blocking the door for a reason I just told him that i really had to go and then i ran away. The whold ordeal felt almost dangerous.

My latest achievement

So....I'll admit that i haven't been an outstanding student lately and that i have completely neglected one class in particular: finance. I went to class on the first day, decided that it wasn't worth my time, and haven't been back since. I planned to read the book and just study on my own. I procrastinated until the day of the test. I hadn't even cracked open the book. I planned on utter failure. I studied for 3 hours. Took the test. Crossed my fingers. Checked my score. Stared in complete disbelief. Could it be?? 87%? MY score? I was elated.

Police Beat

I read the Daily Universe (BYU's newspaper) almost every day. One of my favorite things to read is the Police Beat. Only at BYU do you find such police reports....Here are a few examples from today:

A male student posted fliers in female dorm halls asking for dates to satisfy a dating requirement for his marriage preparation class. The fliers not only violate BYU policy but were disturbing female residents. Police discovered that the student was not enrolled in that class and that the professer he said he had has retired.

A student called BYU police when she noticed three suspicious males walking around a parking lot. When police responded they determined that the suspicious males were actually grounds crew who had been picking up trash.

A resident of Heritage Halls called BYU police to report a group of men playing basketball and listening to loud music at 12:30 a.m. BYU police told the men to stop playing and go to bed.

A Female student was cited for shoplifting in the BYU Bookstore. The student stole $3.69 worth of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. When asked why she stole them she said that she thought they were overpriced. When searched, officers found $72 in cash on her person.

I am surely grateful for the BYU police and all the hard work they do to make sure that we are safe.

A change to the last post

So, in my last post i said that i hear the voice of Bob Barker... what i MEANT is the voice of Rod Roddy. "A Neeewwww Caaarrr!"

New (old) Car...

First of all, everytime I think of the phrase "new car" I hear it in my mind in Rod Roddy's voice (price is right? anyone?). I recently inherited my grandma's old car... An oldsmobile cutlass ciera. I'm not going to lie, I am quite pleased with the new set of wheels as is Russ who will no longer feel embarassed driving my vehicle. As for the neon, I sold it to a 16-year old girl who was more than delighted to call the car her own.

More Jazz

Russ and I planned to go to the Jazz game Monday night and we got some tickets up in the nose-bleeds. He found out the day of the game that his dad got 4 free tickets on 9th row. Unfortunately, his brothers and dad were going and there was only one ticket left....for him. So he ditched me (i'm still bitter) and i invited Mikkal. It was still fun watching the game from a mile away and Russ was probably loving life, not only because he was on 9th row but because i wasn't there to constantly bombard him with questions about what just happened. I have no idea what is going on any time the refs blow the whistle so i have to ask a billion questions. We got to the game a little late and apparently missed a huge foul by Dirk Newitski on Andrei Kirilenko, who was transported to the hospital shortly after being slammed to the ground by Dirk.

Leap Year

My roommates decided to throw a "Leap Years Eve" party in honor of the extra day of the month this year. The theme was "fondue and latin jazz." I contributed the latin jazz part. I recently discovered a new genre of music, best described as Bossa nova (a brazilian form of jazz music that evolved from samba), and it is quickly becoming my new obsession. Some favourite artists: Sergio Mendes and Brasil 66 (you might recognize a remake of one of their songs, Mais que nada, by the black eyed peas), Caetano Veloso, Nara Leao, Astrud Gilberto, and Dorival Caymmi.


We provided a Smörgåsbord of delicious dips and treats (see photo) from which i became violently ill after I consumed about 7 times more than my stomach could handle.




We ended the night with a guitar hero tournament which, surprisingly, didn't involve a contest of guitar playing skill but of poise...as you can see by the photos I am the proud winner of this contest.

My Job.

Apparenly my days working at La Caretta are no longer nearing an end. I put in my two weeks about 2 weeks ago, but then i decided that i needed the money and that another month and a half wouldn't kill me. I did, however, quit working friday nights to save my sanity .

These are my gay bus-boys, Alvaro and Steve. They are two adorable 15-year-olds who have mad crushes on me and spend the night fighting about which one loves me the most.

Tucker and Yerdy.

This is my cute little Peruvian grandma who owns the restaurant and is the head cook.