Monthly Archives: March 2012

Eggs.

Eggs.

Just the word makes my nose cringe and my esophagus constrict.

I hate eggs. I hate them. I have always told people that the only way I like my eggs is inside of a cake or brownies or something where I can’t taste them at all. It’s a problem.

But the even bigger problem is that I can’t accept my problem. I want to like eggs. I really, really, really do. I’m kind of desperate to like them, actually. Eggs are good for you. They’re cheap. They’ve got a lot of protein. (And I am all about protein. Just ask the girls I live with. They’ll tell ya that I don’t ever make a meal without some sort of meat. Unless, of course, I have a bowl of cereal for supper. But cereal’s “bachelor’s steak” and since I’m the female equivalent of a bachelor, that counts, right? Oh my word. Rabbit trail extreme. Sorry.)

Anyway, the point is that I have hated eggs for my whole life and it really bothers me. I mean, what kind of farm girl doesn’t like eggs? It’s like an unwritten requirement to be a legitimate country girl. You must like eggs. And meat. And fried chicken. And pie. And mashed taters.

I’m digressing again.

Despite my utter distaste for eggs (haha, distate… eggs… get it?!) I periodically force myself to eat them, hoping against all hope that maybe my taste buds died or rearranged themselves or something and I’ll magically like eggs all of a sudden.

I mean, come on. I just want an omelet. The sausage, the bacon, the onions, the peppers, the tomatoes, the cheese… they always look so delicious together. If only I could have the omelet without the egg, I would be one happy girl.

Well, while I was trying to decide what to fix myself for supper this evening, I realized I was craving a breakfast burrito. I kept rummaging in the cabinets and the fridge, hoping to find something more appealing, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about that dang breakfast burrito. I thought about making one with everything but the eggs, but then I told myself I wasn’t allowed to do that. The only way I was getting a breakfast burrito was with scrambled eggs. And I wanted a burrito.

Now, one teensy little drawback to not liking eggs is that you don’t ever learn how to cook them. I’ve never made an egg in my life. I don’t even watch people cook eggs because the smell usually makes me want to puke.

I had to Google how to scramble an egg.

It killed my cooking pride.

I chopped up onions and peppers. I browned sausage and grated cheese. I got everything ready except for the egg.

I almost chickened out. But I didn’t.

I cracked the egg into a bowl and whisked it all up and seasoned it with salt and pepper. I poured the liquified egg into the pan and freaked out.

What the heck do I do with this thing now? Do I let it set? Do I keep whisking? Is it possible to burn eggs?

I decided to keep whisking and was amazed to see how fast the eggs changed from liquid to well, normal looking eggs. I had no idea how long to let them cook, so I guessed and dumped them onto my burrito when they “looked” done.

Here’s the finished product!

It was huge. And messy. But good. For the most part.

The eggs weren’t awesome. I don’t know if that was because of my negative disposition toward them or because I cooked them wrong. Probably both.

But hey, they didn’t make me gag! It’s only taken me twenty-one years to get to this point, but I call that progress.

Maybe in another twenty-one years I will actually, genuinely like eggs.

But for now at least I satisfied my craving.

Processing

This afternoon I was filling in homework assignments (which I am utterly, completely and hopelessly unmotivated to do) on my calendar for the month of April and I realized something.

I haven’t put graduation on my calendar.

After debating for a moment over what category graduation fell under (“Fun Stuff,” “Today,” “Misc School Stuff”???) I clicked the box for May 5th and typed it in. All caps. Period at the end.

GRADUATION.

(I classified it as “Fun Stuff,” by the way. I’m not sure that was the right decision, and let’s be honest, I’ll probably change it as the day grows closer. Maybe I’ll add a “Things-That-I-Am-Both-Looking-Forward-To-And-Dreading-All-At-The-Same-Time” category and put under there.)

It kinda knocked the wind out of me. I know that sounds dumb, but really, I had to stop and catch my breath for a second after hitting enter.

This. Is. The. End.

I’ve never not been a student before. Well, I guess if you want to be completely accurate, I wasn’t a student during that time between birth and turning five, but humor me. For all intents and purposes of this argument, I have never not been a student. So there.

I don’t know how to live life outside of school and friends and teachers/professors and homework and tests and everything!! (Excuse the lack of commas and the double exclamation points. My frantic emotions got the better of me for a second. But don’t worry. I’m back. See? Proper punctuation.)

Whew. Actually, I think I’m done for now. I refuse to think about this anymore.

Thanks for bearing with my processing-major-life-events-through-blogging syndrome. It’s probably only gonna get worse the closer we get to May 5th.

Sorry ’bout y’all.

Gonna go get some gumbo

This is the back of the T-shirt I wore yesterday. It paid off.

If you missed the KU vs. UNC game, you missed out. It was one heckuva game! And of course, the best team came out on top. (Sorry Sadie Sades…)

My Jayhawks are headed to the Final Four in New Orleans!

“Gonna get me some gumbo.” That’s what our starting point guard, Tyshawn Taylor, shouted to the crowd as he cut down his piece of the net after yesterday’s Elite Eight victory.

Needless to say, I’m super excited about this weekend.

Hopefully we’ll bring back a little more than just gumbo.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

Feels good to be a winner

Feels good to be a winner! That has been the catchphrase of our spring break adventure in Florida.

Seven of my good friends and I have been in Destin since Saturday relaxing, enjoying ourselves and most importantly… taking a break from all things school-related.

I’ll tell y’all what feels good… being on spring break, that’s what.

We have the privilege of staying in a beautiful hotel with a private beach (say what?!) right on the water. It’s lovely. A shuttle takes us from the hotel to the beach where we sit in beach chairs, under beach umbrellas, on the beach, with white sand, on the beach. Beach, beach beach. That’s a word we don’t get to say a lot in Kansas. Gotta make the most of it, you know.

But for real, our days basically consist of sleeping in (what’s that?), eating breakfast on our balcony overlooking the Destin harbor, moseying on down to the dock to meet the shuttle that takes us to the beach, where we sit in beach chairs, reading books, snacking, napping, tanning, watching the people, watching the water and basically being beach bums.

I love it. Can I be a beach bum forever, please?

Actually, nope, I take that back. I don’t think I would like to be a beach bum forever. I would miss my beautiful Kansas dirt way too much.

But I’ll take the beach for vacation any day.

Here are just a few shots I’ve snapped of spring break with my iPhone.

After driving ten hours on Saturday, this was the first glimpse we had of Destin. That’s our hotel! So nice… nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in before! (Also sorry about my dirty windshield. I could have Photoshopped that out, but hey, I’m on vacation.)

This is the kitchen in our suite. I only see kitchens like this in my dreams. I’m getting so spoiled this week.

This was our first day on the beach. Before I was tan. Before the water was “pretty.” I mean, I think water in general is a beautiful thing (if you’ve ever lived on a farm, you know what I mean) but it looks a little brown in this picture. Later that afternoon, after the tide changed and the sun came out even more, the water turned an amazing blue-green that I almost couldn’t believe was real.

Here’s the pretty water. And a really fun sailboat. I thought it looked like a pirate ship. This is definitely a sight I will never see in Kansas or Arkansas. Florida abounds with new adventures.

This is the cutest, tiniest post office I have ever seen! We took a day trip down the coast on Monday to the charming little town of Seaside. We walked around and explored the town, which is where “The Truman Show” was filmed (trivia!). We like it so much, we’re going back tomorrow.

Selection Sunday

I. LOVE. SELECTION. SUNDAY.

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about (shame on you!), Selection Sunday is when the NCAA announces the 68 college basketball teams that will play in the greatest sporting event on the planet, otherwise known as March Madness, and where each team is seeded in the tournament bracket.

It’s a big deal.

Ever since I was a little girl, my Momma and I would watch the Selection Show together and fill out our brackets. We always filled out two: one where our beloved KU Jayhawks won it all and the other one with the teams we actually thought would make it.

Sometimes we kept track of our brackets just for fun, sometimes we entered various contests. I even won 40 bucks from the office pool at my job during my senior year of high school for having the best bracket (that was the year KU won the championship haha)!

The last couple years, my brackets haven’t done so well, but that’s just part of the fun and excitement. You never know which team is going to surprise everyone in the tournament and win when no one thought they would. Those teams are called “Bracket Busters.” And as much as people talk about stats and RPI’s and probabilities, the truth of the matter is that the tournament is always unpredictable. That’s why it’s called “March Madness.” And that’s why I love it!

 

This has been up on the whiteboard in my house all week…

 

Over the course of the week it got progressively added to.

There are infidels living in my house… obviously. But my sweet Momma Dear came to visit for a day this week and added “Rock Chalk Jayhawk” to the array of other nasty words (coughUNCcoughDuke). That’s right, you set ’em straight Momma!

We are now T-minus 10 minutes to Selection Show time and I couldn’t be more pumped!

Enjoy Selection Sunday everyone and feel free to shout out which team you’re going for in the tournament! But if you say Mizzou, or Duke, or UNC, I might have to delete your comments. (Just kidding.)

Monthly roundup

I told myself that this would never happen. I told myself I wouldn’t be one of those bloggers that fell off the face of the earth for indefinite periods of time only to resurface and say, “Oh I’m so sorry! But my life got busy and this and that and blah, blah, blah.” But it’s happened… again.

Here’s the deal.

I graduate in less than two months. And while I am ready to be done with school and homework, I am definitely nowhere near ready to leave the friends family I’ve made over these past four years. I am determined to soak up every minute I have left with the absolutely wonderful people in my life. And if my blog posts have to come less frequently in order for me to do that, then so be it.

I still love y’all. Promise. But y’all are just gonna have to hold yer horses for a while.

So, as is (somewhat) usual for me, here’s the monthly roundup of the last month of my life. It has been full of adventure!

 

My friend and I went to the historic district of a nearby town last month and explored. It was so fun! The area was beautiful and charming and there were advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. I’m a sucker for old advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. Just to let y’all know.

It snowed. Once. And it melted the same afternoon it came down. That’s been the only sign of winter we’ve seen all year. And as much as I like snow, I ain’t complaining. Bring on summer! I’m ready for warmth and sunshine!

The sunsets have been beautiful! This is good for my soul. (But let it be known that sunsets in Kansas are still 4597230958 times better than they are in Arkansas.)

I’ve been learning lots of useful things in school. This is from my freshman-level art history class. It’s my favorite. Can’t ya tell?

And even though I’m totally slacking off in class (and not ashamed of it), I’m still keeping up my grades (see, Momma?). In fact, this was the highest grade I’ve ever made on a test in college. Thank you freshman-level art class that takes almost no effort to pass.

I went skeet shooting last weekend with some friends. It was a blast! I’ve shot trap before (once) but this was my first time shooting skeet. I was terrible. But it was great fun. It’s my goal in life to be a good shot someday. Then I won’t feel like such a poser. I swear, what kind of country girl can’t shoot a gun? Oh right, me. Farm girl fail.

That’s about all for now. I’ll do my best to keep y’all updated as much as possible, but like I said, I’m gonna enjoy the heck out of every last minute I have until graduation! I only have 79,719 minutes left. That’s 55 days.

That’s too soon.

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