Coooooooookies

I prepared a lovely pan of cookies to be put in the oven and I cooked them until they were a "light golden brown" on the edges, you know just like the package says. I took them out of the oven and let them sit and chill for a while and I looked at them and thought they were a little doughy so I put them back in the oven and promptly FORGOT ABOUT THEM! This is like the 123438474th time I have done this. Needless to say they were a lovely shade of black. I do believe it's time for me to start setting the timer when I decide to make cookies. BUT...my St. Patrick's Day sugar cookies turned out fabulously. They are clover and little short man hat shaped with green frosting...yeah, I went there and I did that!

Here is a pic of my cookies, it's a before and after (meaning the first batch and the second batch)

Boring

Folks girlfriends a little B.O.R.E.D. but that is to be expected when one is working the day shift. Seriously nobody eats breakfast anymore...like ever. We serve incredibly delicious breakfast sandwiches but nobody wants them because of their new years resolutions and Atkins's diets and what not. Diets are bad for your health and bad for business. It seems like people these days are looking for a quick fix to all life's problems. They try every new diet because "thin is in" and they expect instant gratification and are frustrated when their new diets fail, then the next new diet fails...blah blah blah. Okay, got that out of my system.
So I was driving down the road on my way to work and there are rocks everywhere throughout the canyon. As I was swerving around the rocks, trying to avoid the cars in the other lane I thought to myself "isn't this just like life, there are always rocks that must be swerved around and cars in the other lane that must be avoided" and then I thought "haha, how smart of me to come up with such an analogy" and then I thought "wow, analogy is a BIG word, I am brilliant". But really people, it's true. Everywhere you turn there are rocks in the road of life. Whether they are financial rocks, social rocks or whatever. They cannot be avoided, they are part of learning and growing while we are here on earth. Sometimes the rocks get kicked up underneath your vehicle and poke holes in the gas tank and things blow up but it's not the end of the world. The gas tank can be repaired and your vehicle will one again be on the road. Isn't it great to know that although we have trials, there is someone who can help you through it. Friends and family and Heavenly Father can repair you and everything is wondeeful again :)

Versed: Friend of Foe?

Once again I find that I have not updated my blog in, well....a long time. Needless to say much has happened. To sum it all up: work, be lazy, work, be lazy, etc. That is all.
I recently under went a small procedure to correct some "gum erosion" on six of my teeth. The nice periodontist man and his cute assistant lady explained what to expect and how the procedure would be performed. I was told on that day of the procedure that I was not to operate heavy machinery and I was to have a responsible adult driver to chauffeur me home. So, using the meat slicer and having Tim drive me home was out of the question because the slicer should be considered heavy machinery and Tim is only 12. The day of the procedure came, Manda drove me down to the appointment while mother attended to some important matters like registering my baby sister for JUNIOR HIGH! I was called back to the room, set in a chair and told to lean back. The dentist man was there and cute assistant S was there. Dentist man started an IV, shoved some propofol and versed through it and I was OUT. Thankfully so because during the procedure the roof of my mouth was cut in two areas to get the donor tissue that was placed over each site. Apparently the drugs were metabolized through my system quickly and I kept waking up telling them I was scared and needed more medicine. Dentist kept pushing the versed which kept knocking me out. With the three hour procedure fifteen minutes from completion he pushed one more tiny amount of versed and my body said "uh, excuse me, I am SO over this" (the rebellious little fart) and proceeded to go into a seizure. I was not coherent at this time, dentist man and S brought my mom in and called 911. I was pretty bummed that I was like unconscious, not breathing and flopping like a fish in the ambulance cuz I would have been interested to know whether the paramedics were cute but that is a different subject. In the ER the docs there finally stopped the seizures, helped me start to breathe, reversed the versed and I was up and at it once again. I had no idea of course why I would be laying in the ER with my favorite jammie shirt in tatters next to me wearing a lovely hospital nightie (really, they are the new black). Anyway, I felt awkward so I made some jokes, stayed a couple hours and went home. It was not a fun experience but now I know that my body only likes teeny tiny amounts of versed.
PS the discharge nurse left an IV IN MY ARM which I did not realize until I was safely tucked away on the couch at home. Seriously? An IV? The results of this ordeal are show below. Please note that this content may be disturbing to some viewers, viewer discretion is advised.

Jan...Chicken Salad

Jan is the chicken salad lady. Jan is very nice...she has awful teeth, a raspy man voice, and very tattered clothes. I love it when Jan comes in. She comes in like clockwork on the first day of the month and the fifteenth day of the month. You see, this is when Jan receives her social security check. When she comes in she purchases her food for the WHOLE week. She buys two 12" chicken salad sandwichs, 4 bottles of iced tea and a large broccoli salad. Today she switched things up a bit and got her chicken salad sandwiches (she likes extra cheese, pickles and every dressing we have on these) and she also purchased two 12" roast beef sandwiches. She also likes the cheesecake but today we were out. She is always so sweet and she always says to me "take your time hun, it's a big order so just take your time" and it's super great!
Jan doesn't really have a lot but she is always so happy. It makes me grateful for the blessings in my life but seeing her every couple of weeks also makes me think that with all I have, I should be as happy as she is. She's good at making the most of what she has been given and I need to do the same!

Well Done

I'm going to start out my giving myself a BOOYAH BABY! That's right. Go me, go me. I'm currently giving myself a pat on the back and I'm about to tell you why. Drum roll please.....
I sang in Sacrament Meeting at church today. Yeah, shy-anxiety filled-stand in the corner-don't look at me please Cassie. That's me. I'm a new woman and she's coming out to play folks! I sang with little sista T and we did phenomenal. I would say the crowd was roaring and giving us a standing ovation but we were in church and reverence is looked upon very highly. We sang a lovely Sally DeFord song entiteld "When Mary Sang Her Lullaby", it was so pretty . After the meeting one of the members came up to us and told us that she was very touched and that we should record our song because we were so great. My head swelled a little at this moment. Anyway, one more fear conquered several million to go! It's the little accomplishments that must be appreciated. No sense wasting time wondring when I will do the next big thing. For now I am quite content where I'm at.
In other breaking news there is a GI-NOR-MUS (spelling?) I mean BIG raccoon taking up residence the the tree directly east from where we reside. I can see him if I look out the window. I thought perhaps I would name him Elmer as in Fudd. Elmer Fudd, get it? He's awfully cute but mom says not to get too close because he could attack me and kill me.

Tip of the day: do not mess with giant raccoons, they will eat you.

The Sugar Cookies...Tragic Story

My attempt at making a simple batch of sugar cookies turned into a complicated mess of nonsense. Appartenly my brain cells had ceased to function and I was no longer sane.
I had this great idea to hand out free Christmas sugar cookies to our customers at the store on Christmas Eve....spreading the holiday cheer, you know. So I proceeded to go to the grocery store with my little post-it recipe in my hand. I walked down the isles picking out the things I would need. I came to the baking soda and threw some in the cart. I got to work and ready to make the sugar cookie dough and realized that the recipe called for baking powder, I should have been wearing my glasses I guess. I decided that it would be okay for me to make the dough, put it in the freezer and knead the baking soda in later, no bueno.
After work I decided to make yet another batch of cookies the right way. The recipe calls for 1 Cup Shortening (1/2 butter). I assumed this meant 1 Cup of shortening or 1/2 cup of each. Well my father figure told me it was one of the other. So I put in 1/2 cup of butter, that is not what the recipe meant and they were not good. I was getting angry so I had my darling mother stand next to me while I made the third and final batch of cookies. I had her read the recipe while I put in the ingredients. The sugar cookies ended up being a hit although the angels turned out a little bit obese, perhaps they should lay off the sugar cookies.
Merry Chirstmas!

Long Time, No See

Well peeps, it finally happened...I got sprung from the lovely land that is known as Center for Change. I've had a rough go but I made it out alive and I'm oh so happy and healthy!

Let me recap the experience for you here: I arrived at the Center on September 14, 2009 in not so great condition. I sign my life away, get my bags and then it's off to Unit 1 while my dear mother goes with my therapist Dr. Julie to converse for a moment. I get my stuff dropped off and then Dr. Julie and my mom come back, we all talk together for a few minutes then it's time to say goodbye to my mom. She walked out the door and there I was by myself. The nurse took me, poked me, did an EKG and then checked to see how tall I was (not good news, I came it a whopping 5'2"). I did an assessment with the nurse that took like my entire life to complete and she determined that I was at a "re-feeding" risk so my heart could stop if I ate too much?!?! After the nurse was finished two of the care techs (who I affectionately call "babysitters") took me in a back room, made me strip down, of all the things! How indecent. I put on a hospital nightie and stepped on the scale, I do not know the results of my weigh-in. I met with a psychiatrist then I met with Dr. Julie then I met with the nurse practitioner Kelly who was such a dear. After that I was put in a WHEELCHAIR....did you hear me?!? A WHEELCHAIR! My heart was pretty bad and I wasn't allowed to walk. In the mornings I had to wait for a tech to roll me out to the scale and then stand with me while I showered and did my various other morning activities, most humiliating experience of my life. I was wheeled around for two weeks and then I was allowed to use my own to feet to transport myself around. However, I still had to take the elevator because stairs were strictly prohibited. That lasted for 6 fun filled weeks. The days pretty much were all the same. Food, group, food, group, food, group, food, group, food, group, food, bedtime! I was put on weight gain for 6 miserable food-filled weeks but happily I gained my weight.

That's basically my vacation in a nutshell. I missed my family and dear miss Lily so much!

Now you gotta see it to believe it. Observe the difference, which one do you like best?

I'm a changed woman people, a changed woman. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my wonderfully amazing and totally awesome therapist Dr. Julie, my awesome dietician Hayley and all my new best friends at the Center for Change. I would also like to thank my family for their support and I would like to thank Lily for her companionship and love.

Tales from the deli and beyond

Since I started working at the deli there have been many strange and somewhat bizarre occurrences. There are some weird people hanging out down there. To name a few of these things: A guy comes in the other day, he's probably around 40 and slightly Hispanic and he wants a coffee. He informs me and Miss J that he has just completed his community service and was on his way to court...okay great. While Miss J is making his breakfast sandwich to go with his coffee he starts talking to me and being the kind person that I am, I listen politely as he rambles on about something I don't care about. Then he asks me if I would like to go to dinner and see a movie with him! Whoa buddy, this relationship is moving a little too fast for me. I politely declined and returned to the back area to finish taking care of some business I had with 12 loaves of bread. Oh, he also asked if my dad was around because he wanted to get his permission to take me out...ewww.
The other day I delivered a catering order to the Catholic elementary school. It consisted of 50 sandwiches, 50 bags of chips and 50 cookies. I started bringing everything in and the old lady at the front desk strikes up a convo that went something like this:
Old lady: "Did you drive here?"
Me: "Yes I drove here"
Old lady: "Are you sure you drove here?"
Me: "Yes, I am sure"
Old lady: "Wow, are you even 12 years old?!"
Me: "Yes, I'm a lot older than 12"
The end.
We have a breakfast sandwich called the Chaz Bagel which consists of turkey, American cheese and avocado. Yesterday some lady calls Miss J and informs her that she ordered a Chaz Bagel the day before and it came without turkey and cheese. Okay crazy, we would have noticed if we just put avocado on a bagel because that's weird. Miss J told her that she needs to come back immediately if there is a problem so we can fix it and then told her to come back in and we would make her another sandwich free of charge. She comes in and neither Miss J or I recognize her and she tells us that she had gotten a CALLIE bagel and it was made wrong. Liar. First she says we forgot everything on the sandwich and then she tells us she ordered a different sandwich than what she had originally told us. Some people's children.
Work has been fun. I love making the breads and cakes and cookies. I tried a new recipe...Strawberry Shortcake and it's been a hit! We recently got cinnamon rolls that are as big as my head, it's too early to tell if they will be popular or not. I saw the big T for a sesh today and when I got there he had a Gandolfo's cup on his desk and he said he went there for lunch because he had to try my chocolate mousse cake which he loved by the way. I was happy to hear that. Speaking of the T, he is a weird one. He has informed me that if you step on a cheeto and twist your foot, it doesn't leave a mark on the ground. Also, blue M&Ms are good for your spine. It's true. I googled it. So, if you happen to have some spinal problems simply eat blue M&Ms and if you don't care of M&Ms, simply suck the blue of the blue ones and whatever ailment you may have had will most assuredly disappear. I have a candy machine full of M&Ms so if you need some blue ones you can put a quarter in my machine. That's the price you pay for good spinal health.

Brownies and Kittens and my dear Aunt Teen

I heard a rumor today that I haven't blogged since July 15th and that some people may be perturbed about this (I won't mention any names...Teen). As a result of not blogging for about 18 days there is much to tell.
A couple days ago I took the papillon outside to take care of some early morning business and in the midst of the quiet morning I heard a tiny little "meow" actually it was more like an angry meow. Lily and I went to scope out the situation and under a weedy bush we found a teeny kitten, maybe three weeks old and it was a very unhappy camper. I suspect that it was angry because it had been abandoned and also that it was hungry. Of course I picked it up and brought it inside and fed it some Ensure...I shared my nutritional, oh so yummy, please gain weight, homemade vanilla shake ensure with this poor unfortunate little kitty. It was pretty darn happy after that. Lily was rough with her so they had to take turns getting to play. Lily would go in her kennel while the kitten played then the kitten would go in her kennel while Lily antagonized it or whined at the door of the room we put it in. A family in our ward was in a need of a kitten so they took her. She should be happy and doing well. She will be loved where she is at.
I made brownies today. They were delicious brownies. My mother requested them a few days ago and my busy self could not get to them until this afternoon. We put some in the freezer and that made them way better. Also, I discovered that putting a brownie in a Fed Ex envelope and mailing it to Preston, ID would be a very bad idea. Virtual Fed Ex by email is much easier and less messy, however the brownie still seemed to arrive crumbly?? Figure that out. Now you must bask in the joy of the brownies and wish that you were eating one, it would be like a party in your mouth...now bask...
One other item of important business. I am employed. That's right! Come on down to Gandolfo's where you will NOT receive a discount for mentioning this ad and I will gladly make you any sandwich your little hearts desire. I only know how to make one but that it beside the point. I can proof and bake bread like nobody's business. I make a mean kaiser and hero roll. I work everyday from 7:00 A.M. to 11:00 A.M. and I have my very own key to the store and an awesome black shirt that says "Gandolfo's" all over it and shows Lily hair very well. That is all.
Farewell for now my lovelies.

Camp...young women's style

I've never been to an actual "young women's camp" before. I think when I was like 15 I went to camp for part of a day but never had the full experience. Well, this year you might call young women's camp our family vacation. Manda and Tim went since they are obviously young women, mom went because she's a laurel advisor and dad went because without him the girls would have starved. So, it seemed like a good idea for me to go as well. The afternoon before mom and I went up (mom had to work so we didn't go the whole time) I had a "procedure" which caused me a great deal of pain. The next morning we went to Idaho for girls camp. I was sure I would be fine but it turns out that I was in a lot more pain than I originally thought I would be. The morning we left was basically torture but....I conquered and came out mostly alive!! I really tried hard to enjoy girls camp and I did enjoy it, just hurting a little bit. We did all sorts of crafty things and I even got to be in charge of making magnet boards! It was great. I helped cook chicken and apple, cherry and peach cobbler. It was fun to watch the girls play in the water and do their various activities. I took Lily and she and I shared a sheep camp (totally cute). So I have now experienced a real young women's camp. Lily also enjoyed camp. She was tied up outside for almost the whole time we were there. The girls liked playing with her. When we got home she was exhausted! She slept for two days. I think a few days of camp is more than a tiny little puppy can handle.

Searching

I was assigned the task of taking comp pictures today in the most ridiculously addressed town in Utah, that's right, Plain City (or perhaps Farr West?). I'm driving along 2700 N thinking I can pretty much get to anywhere from that particular street, NO! It turns out that the streets wind aimlessly forever. You think you know exactly where you are only to find out that you are not even close. For example I started out looking for an address on 3900 W so it seems natural that I would take 3900 west and I did. The road curved around so much I got car sick and ended up coming out on something like 2300 W and I hadn't found the house I was originally looking for. I left the house at 11:00 and returned at 3:00, all but a half hour of those hours was spent looking for houses to take pictures of. Also, taking comp pictures makes me nervous. Like what if I'm taking a picture of some old lady's house and she sees me through her window and runs out in her house coat waving a rolling pin while I frantically search for the window button?! What if some big scary guy comes out and yells at me or some scared little mommy calls the cops claiming I'm a kidnapper?! These scenarios are entirely possible although I have not encountered them yet. Another thing, I was on some silly side road and I was stopped in CONSTRUCTION (hello people, who does construction on silly side roads) for 15 minutes (no lie). It was lame.
When I came home Tim and mom and I went swimming in sista P's pool and it was fab. I'm looking hot in my bathing suit and sweet pink goggles. I love the word "goggle" and couldn't stop saying it for like an hour. There were bugs in the pool but they didn't scare me, I was like a fish out there! After swimming I had an awesome piano lesson full of much praise and accomplishment then Tim and I took Lily to the park and went walking. Great fun.
On a sadder note: Little Man, my lovable, entirely too fluffy, psycho cat is in heaven now with his sissy Isabelle. Apparently he got hit sometime Monday and we didn't even know until that night. It was tragic. I couldn't look at him. Fortunately Kade was home for the weekend and buried him. It really is a sad thing. I really loved my kitty. RIP Little Man.

What are you looking at?

I went to Lagoon with Manda and Timini yesterday and it was fun. The weather was good, the lines were super short so we didn't have to wait a long time. I only got to stay there for a few hours though because I had an appointment with my T (when I got there he asked me why the heck I came to see him instead of staying at Lagoon!), Manda and Timini stayed almost the whole day! At one point we were waiting in line for the Spider, the line was short but still a bit of a wait. There were two girls in front of us, I would guess they were probably 15, anyway, one of the girls kept turning around and just staring at us. What the heck?! You don't just turn around and stare at people. Manda wanted to punch her in the face, I wanted to scratch at her eyes and tell her to mind her own business and Timini was, as usual, totally oblivious. We could figure out why this girl kept looking at us but finally came up with this:
"She is jealous that the three of us are so cute and she is not, she was feeling a bit self-conscious about her abnormally large nose".
We got on the Spider and didn't think too much about her. As we were walking through the park I saw her eating ice cream on a bench and again she just stared at us. How rude! I should've asked her what her problem was or if I could help her with something. Having people do that can make one feel self-conscious about themselves and that's a no good feeling!
In further news, I find myself sitting and staring at the computer yet again waiting for an order to appear. There hasn't been a single one ALL morning and I'm getting bored.
Michael Jackson is dead....um, why do we care so much? It seems like that's the only thing I've heard for the past 24 hours..."Oh my heck, did you hear Michael Jackson died", "Michael Jackson is dead, what happened", "The greatest pop icon dies at 50". I don't want to be insensitive, I'm sure this is a very difficult time for the Jackson family, I however do not care and I am a little bit sick of hearing about it. Also, Farah Fawcett died the same day, why don't we care as much about her? I think she's pretty much amazing...poor thing.

Italian Ice, Ice-less soda and Icecubes

Let's discuss ice. As I was riding around town with my mammy and sisters yesterday I realized that our trip in fact contained a lot of ice. First there was the Italian Ice from Zeppes (if you've never been to Zeppes you're missing out of the finest Italian ice EVER to hit planet earth), then we went to Maverik where I purchased a Diet Pepsi sans ice. I've found that ice makes the soda flavorless and flat which is not what you want in a soda. Hence, the ice-less soda. Our last stop was to the grocery store. At the checkout line there was a little plastic bucket of Icecubes, now I've never seen such a thing as this particular Icecube so naturally I had to get one. It turns out they are actually chocolate! How fun is that!? It's pretty good chocolate too. The only downfall to these yummy chocolate treats is that they melt instantly so you have to eat them super quick.

Boredom and emails

Boredom is one of those things I don't handle well which is why the weekend was somewhat....shall we say difficult? Here's the run down
The parental units hopped a plan to san fran on Tuesday night so it was me and the sistas, great fun. Wednesday was B-O-R-I-N-G with a capital b-o-r-i-n-g (as you can clearly see). Basically I sat around and stared at the computer screen waiting for emails to come saying there was an appraisal order. You see, if you don't click on the email immediately you don't get the order. After a while this became very entertaining. It's like a game and you're playing against every other appraiser in Utah and then you get an order and a victory dance is absolutely necessary...haha suckers!! I got it first! Okay, so that was Wednesday. Thursday I took Tim to Lagoon fairly early. I dropped her off and the rain was SO hard and it was scary. I was sure I was going to die before I made it home but alas...I did not. I also had therapy and went to Orem to see the big D. It was a rather boring day as well. Friday I stared at the computer again. Saturday I baked a cheesecake for my padre to show my love for him on Father's Day. This cheesecake is a monster! It took me about four hours but it was totally fun. On Saturday night Tim and I went to get the mammasita and daddy-o from the airport.
Other stuff that I just want to say:

• Lily is doing amazingly well since her pretty purple and pink bandage came off. She's running around absolutely CRAZY and her hip is staying right where it should be. I'm sure she's glad that she can walk normally again. She does miss the color though, it sort of made her eyes POP. So cute.
• There is a sticker in my pants and it's really bugging me...seriously.
• Who the heck puts a carnival in the middle of an intersection?
• I'm staring at the computer screen again. I've made it my goal in life to get every stinkin' email that comes across. P.S. I've got two orders already which pretty much makes me not the biggest loser! Poor other appraisers, I dare them to mess with me and my mad mouse skills.
• T.R. Knight is officially leaving Grey's Anatomy *tear* I love you George....
• The Offspring is rocking my socks off right now. I LURVE them!

Tip of the day: Wait for the PB bars to cool before you put the PB on or it will melt

The rain, and also...the rain plus making ice cream

I love the rain and there has been a lot of it. I've loved waking up every morning to gray clouds. I was driving to Lagoon to drop of the big little sis and on the way back there was like an inch of water on the freeway and then it started hailing, I couldn't see a thing and...no lie, it freaked me out a teensy bit. Also, I haven't had to water my flowers for a very long time and they are still alive!
New subject: I have discovered the greatest thing since sliced cheese, for real. Homemade ice cream! It's super easy and super delicious. I made a kick booty cake batter ice cream that is soooooo much better than Cold Stone (don't tell them I said that) and I made cookie dough and butterfinger too! Just mix the stuff up, pour it in the bucket and turn on the motor, it's fabulous. It's also way cheaper than the stuff from the store which is great for the wallet. I highly recommend trying this fine art

An update on the injured mini k-9

Lily is doing quite well these days. After her "incident" on Sunday her leg was wrapped up in pretty pink tape so that her ligaments and other weird hip parts could heal properly. On Tuesday she wiggled herself out of the bandage and walked like she was feeling better. That night I made the mistake of taking her to her puppy class where she walked for the entire hour and a half (she learned to heel!). On Wednesday morning she woke up fine but as the day went on she seemed to be having more pain and more pain (stubborn dog refused to take her pill) and by 6:00 we couldn't even touch her leg...UH OH! I called the vet and took her down, the vet tech put a muzzle on her, it was blue and she likes pink so she was angry about that. They x-rayed her and her hip had dislocated AGAIN! So, they put her under and fixed the hip and wrapped it again in pink...her favorite color of all time. At 1:30 this morning she wiggled out of the bandage for a second time, no good. The doc said to try and keep it on her for a week,5 hours wasn't going to cut it. I woke up the parentals and we just couldn't get the wrap back on so I stayed up all night with her to make sure she didn't do anything stupid like take another leap off of something attempting to fly. At 7:00 this morning we called the vet who lives down the street and he came right over and wrapped it up nice and snug (it's purple this time). She looks a little retarded with three legs but it won't be for long!

Lily the butter"fall"

Sunday brought a most traumatic event to our house. After church I was standing in the kitchen and out of the corner of my eye I caught something falling from the cat walk on the third floor (about 10 ft. above the main level) and then I heard a "thud" and then I heard Lily crying. She was hopping around on three legs with her back leg tucked up underneath her. I freaked out, I just knew her leg was broken. She didn't appear to be hurt anywhere else so I picked her up and held her. We called the ER for animals from the phone book and they said that they wouldn't be able to see her for at least three hourse because they were just going in to surgery. Then we called every after hours number we could find and finally got a vet that lives just down the street from us. He came over and looked at her and decided to bring her down to his vet office. I didn't go because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to handle watching him fix her and hearing her cry. It turns out that she dislocated her hip pretty good. Now she is all better, her hip is being held in place by a wrap for a few days but she'll be fine. Also, while she was knocked out getting her leg fixed the vet pulled her teeth which makes her "no longer handicapped". I get to keep her teeth and a CD that has her x-rays on it (she has the teeny tiny little bones). So, Lily apparently cannot fly even with the size of her ears. She may think she can but no, she in fact cannot.

Relaxing afternoon

I went to the dentist on Monday and it was great! I'm alwasy so relaxed at the dentist, I almost wanted to take a nap. I got my pretty little teeth cleaned with an amazingly strawberry flavored toothe cleaner or some sort that was all foamy and then I got flossed and rinsed. I decided that it's so much easier having someone do these things for you. Sometimes I get lazy and don't actually brush for the full recommended two minutes (like I have the patience for that!!!). Anyway, that was awesome. Then the Dr. S came in to exam the x-rays and poke at my teeth with his mean looking poking stick which is not actually mean at all. After digging around for a minute he says "I think there's something back here" and I'm like "what the heck could be back THERE!" Apparently there was a very small cavity. I'm not entirely sure how this cavity came about but...le sigh...it is there. There was also another teeny tiny problem-o. One of my bottom pointy teeth has a very badly receeded gum line which means the nerves are being exposed and causing mucho ouchie. I don't brush it or touch it or anything like that because it makes me flinch and that's weird. He said it's bad enough I'll probably have to have a graft but will check it again in six months. I got a new spinny toothbrush out of the deal though because it's supposed to be gentle on my oh so tender gums :)

The author plants a garden

I noticed in my last post (the newspaper article) that the pictures didn't work so I shall tell you what the pictures were. The first one was a trumpet like angels play, the big long ones that seem to have no other purpose than to make the angels look cute. The second picture is of a very old lady, very very old.
Now on to the subject. I have officially finished my first book. I'm going to be writing a children's series. I can't share the book yet because I don't want to, it's going to be a surprise. I can however disclose the title...drum roll please...."Boyd's New School". I'm currently trying to find a publishing company that will publish it!
On to the next subject. I am indeed a supremely amazing gardner. I bought some beautiful flowers and planted them all by myself and I'm going to take really good care of them. I also helped plant the family vegetable garden. We hung pots from the greenhouse ceiling full of tomatoes and peppers and squashes of EVERY kind! I also planted the table in the greenhouse with other vegetables that I probably won't eat because they are growing in the dirt. The garden took quite a while to plant but it was so much fun! I think we're going to have a wonderful crop this year (is that what real garden people say?!)

Newspaper

I was looking through some old computer files and came across a silly newspaper article that I wrote in 2006.   It was my attempt at journalism and now, posted here for you enjoyment...the ad.  

The Liberty Herald

 

 

Woman killed by flying object

April 28, 2006

By: Cassie Hansen

 

A native of Liberty Utah, Miss Mabel Peters, was killed yesterday morning when she was hit in the head by a jug of Western Family Brand orange juice that mysteriously dropped from the sky as she was walking to get her mail.  The jug of orange juice decapitated her.

            Mabel Peters has lived in Liberty since she was born.  Miss Peters was 89 years old, very active and in good health.  She met her husband Burt during her childhood; they played together at the Liberty Park often.  They married and had 7 children together. 

            “Mother was such a good person, why did something like this happen to her?” her daughter Anna said tearfully as she talked to our reporter early yesterday afternoon.

            Mabel was an asset to the community.  She was an advocate of horse rights, she held fundraisers to help buy educational material for the local junior high, and she organized community cleaning projects and was a joy to have at the beauty shop.  She frequented Eats of Eden and will be missed by the waitresses there.

            In her earlier years, Miss Peters taught at Valley Elementary in Huntsville.  Many of her students have started a petition to ban flying orange juice since they heard about the incident yesterday.

            “It’s such a tragedy, something needs to be done” said Mari belle, one of Miss Peters second grade students in the year 1984.

            Miss Peter’s children have planned to take legal action against all of the major airlines in the United States as well as Western Family food company

Another of the Peter’s sons, Ralph, told us “the products that are being produced nowadays are just too dangerous to have around the house, or any where for that matter, we must do something before someone else gets killed under similar circumstances” 

            Rest assured that the police are doing everything they can.  They have the jug of orange juice in custody and are looking for suspects.  If any one witnessed this tragic event or can give us any information as to where this jug of orange juice came from please call the police at 745-1111 immediately. 

            Miss Mabel Peters was a good person all around.  She will be missed greatly by those who knew her and those who didn’t.  We would also like to express our sorrow to the whole Peters family.