i have truly outwifed myself.

today i woke up to thunderstorms and rain. my room was still dark, thereby making it even harder than usual to drag my useless butt out of bed. as i was lying there, trying to motivate myself to move to the couch, the thought occurred to me:

"today would be a great day for soup...and bread."

with that, i was out of bed, putting on real clothes (ok, pants), and surveying my kitchen for ingredients that i had/would need. i also realized that i still owed my dutiful home teacher a cheesecake, so that went on the culinary endeavors list, too.

dropped holli off at school, dominated the grocery store, simultaneously whipped up homemade bread, butternut squash soup, and turtle cheesecake, absolutely destroyed my kitchen, and realized our sink is clogged. i just walked over to check it, and yes, after an hour, it's still full of dirty water.

sorry roommates...eat my food and love me again!!

beauty.


wham bam slam, thank you ma'am.


keepin the tradition of not showering till 4 alive!

i was born like this.

have you ever played that game where you shake your head back and forth really fast and blow raspberries and someone takes your picture?

well, maybe you should.

before:


after:




holli is the undisputed champion of this game. i can only dream of attaining her look of deformed, drunken zombie. obviously, i need to work on my technique.

even though i look like a hobo, i'm still getting paid.

so my job is pretty flexible, since the reason that this job exists is because i created it. i have come to learn that flexibility in the amy dictionary has a variety of definitions.

flex-i-ble
adjective
1. waking up whenever i want. this usually means around 10 am. i'm 22. get over it.
2. working in my pajamas, with my morning routine reduced to brushing my teeth and getting bed head out of my face so i can see the computer screen. showers generally occur around 3:30 or 4, and real clothes only occur after that point.
3. by the end of the summer, there will be a permanent indent in the exact shape of my rear on the couch where i sit and work every day.

i'm usually not embarrassed about this routine, until someone comes to the door and i have to answer it in my jammies, looking like this at 2:30 in the afternoon:


what this all means really is that one day, when i have to get a real adult job, i'm going to be verrry very sad.

babies

i've decided that i really like when my friends have babies. as a single adult living on my own in provo, i don't normally get any baby time (following young families around at the mall and staring creepily can only get a person so far...).

BUT, thanks to my lovely friend and former roommate megan patterson robinson, i can have baby time whenever i want, without being creepy or breaking any commandments to have one of my own!

for some reason, i don't think i look like myself in this picture. maybe it's the uncharacteristic motherliness that's throwing everything off.

baby eli just what the doctor ordered.


and he is getting fat. this pleases me.

in other news, i took my praxis this morning. i'm feeling very apathetic about it at the moment, but here, look at this cartoon i drew while studying a few days ago:

the fact that i a: drew the cartoon, and b: took the time to get up and find an orange colored pencil should give you a pretty good idea of how successful my study session was that night. also, one of the test proctors (male) was reading the fourth twilight book and had a pokemon card for a bookmark. i want to know his life story.

i got it from my momma

recent conversation:

amy: "mitchell. will you find a way to get me the sixth season of lost?"
mitchell: "sure. what's in it for me?"
amy: "i'll make you a cake. what kind of cake do you want?"
mitchell: "i really like cheesecake."
amy: "done."

this may or may not have been the exact conversation (leaning towards "may not," but whatever. this is my blog, and i do what i want).

well, mitchell came through on his promise (as you may have noticed a few posts ago), so today i came through on mine. i make a mean cheesecake, although i cannot take credit for it--the recipe came from my mom. i will give all the glory to her.

the big one, for mitchell. beautiful, n'est-ce pas?

but my real pride and joy comes next--after making the big cheesecake for mitchell, i had some batter left over, but not enough to make another big one. what to do?, i asked myself.

mini cheesecakes were the answer. behold my babies:



you know you want one.

this ALMOST makes me like dogs

all i can say is, "awwww!"

take your frills somewhere else.

julie b. beck is such a butt kicker. i love her, and i love the sense of empowerment, purpose, and hope i get when i listen to/read her words. she doesn't coddle or sugarcoat. and i respect that.

so go read her talk. "And Upon the Handmaids in those days will I pour out my Spirit"

my favorite quote from this talk (although not actually from sister beck): "Women should be women and not babies that need petting and correction all the time." (Eliza R. Snow) every time i read that, i'm like yeah! i am woman, hear me roar! not in an uber-feminist way or anything, but more in the way that yeah, i know my purpose. and yeah, i am capable. so in the immortal words of captain shang from mulan, let's get down to business, to defeat (insert obstacle).