Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I'm not good at blogging

So I was just looking at other people's blogs (I know it's not really a good idea to get blog envious), and I realized that I'm not all that great at blogging. In my defense, I was entertaining this weekend (I mean entertaining as a verb, not an adjective).

TC's little sister Julieta came from Argentina last week to start school at BYU. We had the privilege to have her stay with us for five or so days. She is so much fun to be around. She and I watched chick-flicks and the Style channel. It was fun to hang out with a girl for a change (not that hanging out with TC isn't totally the best, but there's just something about doing girl stuff that's really satisfying).

So Julie had her first day of classes today, and I woke up nervous for her, like it was my first day of school.

TC's graduation ceremony is this Friday. He won't finish up at the university until July or August, but it will be awesome to see him in his cap, gown and hood. In fact, when he tried it on at home, I thought he looked hot. Good thing I don't work in British Parliament!

Monday, April 21, 2008

Wow! My own blog!

This is one of the most exciting days of my life. I have a blog. I will, of course, share this blog with TC, allowing him to include data and thoughts of his own; however, I am so incredibly excited to join the wonderful world of blogging!

To kick off this exciting event, I will share with you all my adventure in making cinnamon rolls yesterday. For some reason, I often feel the overwhelming need to bake on Sunday afternoons. So, I decided to bake cinnamon rolls with the help of my bread machine. Apparently the recipe I was using was a little bit large for my machine, because when I woke up from my nap (another overwhelming Sunday need) 2 hours later, the dough had expanded to fill every nook and crevice of the machine. It was quite a mess. But I decided to ignore that and make my rolls, because I was hungry and impatient, both common sentiments for me.

So I rolled out the dough, spread butter, sugar and cinnamon on it, rolled it up and cut into 48 little rolls. I allowed them to rise for 30 minutes (while I cleaned the encrusted cinnamon roll dough off of the inside of the machine), then baked them to a golden splendor. The aroma was delightful! After icing them, they were ready to be devoured.

We were grateful that our neighbors Jared and Sarah came over for a quick visit. We were able to share our baked goods with them, and I even brought some to work to share with co-workers. I'm so glad for the theraputic qualities of baked goods on a Sunday afternoon.