Brownie Thief

I come home from college. I eat dinner with my family. I decide that we should have some dessert, so I make brownies. When they come out of the oven they are hot, so I set them on the counter to let them cool. I go into the living room to watch some of abc's 25 days of Christmas. My Mom calls from the kitchen asking if she can have a brownie. I say yes. She seems to be in the kitchen for a while so I walk in and witness something like this....

I think to myself, "Why is my Mom acting all suspicious getting a brownie?"

She rushes away without saying anything so I walk over to find this.

Cool Mom. Real cool.

It's nice to be home.

Donkeys After Midnight

I think my college dorm might be haunted. Not in a bad way, but in a weird way. You see, on most nights when I go to bed at around 11 or 12, I am like this....

But for some reason if my roommate, Caryn, or I go to bed after 12 we end up like this....

Weird things happen after midnight. Well, not really things, more like weird conversations. I don’t know what it is, but if we go to bed after 12, we are bound to have some weird stuff happen. Let me take you through a typical after 12 night for Caryn and I.

Usually Caryn is in bed first so I am the one to turn off the lights. You know how as soon as you turn off the lights its pitch black because your eyes haven’t adjusted? Well, that usually happens to me…. Unless it’s after midnight. Tonight, as I turn off the lights, I see what looks like a light above me and I tell Caryn I see God’s light. We giggle, and then I climb into bed. And then we both see a flashing green light. It freaks us out, so I frantically shine my phone light at it only to discover that it’s just the smoke detector flashing. Neither of us have noticed it until now. We giggle some more. I roll over in my bed and yell because something hits my face. It’s just my silly little teddy bear. I throw him at Caryn even though I can’t see her. We giggle more and she throws him back.

After we calm down from all the giggling (sorry suitemates), the weird conversations start. We talk about random stuff like class systems within IV, maybodys and nobodys, alcohol consumption, cranberry juice, and how bad words originate. I never really know how the conversations start, but they are always pretty intense. It usually goes something like this....

And then we proceed to have an in depth conversation about the history of a "donkey".

When we are done, we laugh about the conversation, and then we go to bed. Like I said earlier: weird things happen after midnight.

Nontraditional Carrot Cake

(I know it’s a little late for a thanksgiving post, but I’ve finally had enough time to sit down and write one so you’re just going to have to deal with it.)

Thanksgiving break this year was pretty good. Thanksgiving day? Not so much. Let me start at the beginning. For the past two years, my aunt has been able to get all of us cousins to go to this 5K Turkey Trot. It’s a lot of fun, but it requires us to get up at 6am on thanksgiving morning and run 3 miles. Most of us are in college now. We value sleep. So when my aunt brought up the turkey trot this year, we all looked away. The thing is, my aunt doesn’t give up easily. That can be a good thing…. Just not in this case. She kept trying to make the turkey trot sound like it was this awesome once in a lifetime thing that we were going to miss and regret our whole lives. But, trying to get us to come to the turkey trot was like trying to sell us carrot cake. No matter how you dress it up, its still carrot cake. Plain. Old. Carrot cake. No one wanted it. And no one ate it. This was the first year that no one went to the turkey trot on thanksgiving morning…. except for my aunt and my uncle. Snaps to them!

I would really like to skip my rant about my thanksgiving meal that day. My most of my aunts thought it would be funny to have a nontraditional thanksgiving dinner this year. Nontraditional as in NO mashed potatoes, NO cranberry sauce, NO green beans, and NO stuffing. I was not happy about that. NOT happy. Another downer about that day was that my Dad burned his hand really bad. He was holding those little sparklers you can run around with and draw your name in the air and stuff, and when he went to light them, they all caught fire and basically burst into flame instead of becoming all sparklerey. He got second-degree burns and had to go to the emergency room. He’s better now, don’t worry:)

Aside from the turkey trot, and the nontraditional thanksgiving dinner, the rest of my break was pretty good. I got to go to D.C with my cousins and see EVERY. SINGLE. MONUMENT. EVER. BUILT. No joke. That’s what you have to expect when you go to any sort of museum or historical place with my cousin Tim. I honestly only learned 3 new things. 1) There’s a misspelled word in the Lincoln Memorial (Freedom is spelled Ereedom), 2) If you stand in front of the Einstein statue and look him in the eyes and talk, your voice will be amplified, and 3) That the Boy Scout monument looks really weird with the half naked adults standing behind a little boy scout. Again. Really. Weird.

On black Friday we did what everyone else does, we went ice-skating:) It was a lot of fun, and I’m pretty sure if my cousin’s Tim and Melissa were given lessons, I’d be watching them in the Olympics. They are that good. Funny thing though, if you remember my post from last thanksgiving (This is our Family) you should remember when I wrote about how my cousin, Cecylia, got a number from a staff member. Well, hehehehe, guess who was working at the rink on black Friday this year? Yup! The staff member. Nick, to be exact. And the funny thing was, he remembered her from a year ago! Crazy. It’s probably because my cousins and I are a huge group that always gets into trouble because we start train lines, and speed skate, and knock over little kids. Yeeeeaaaah, now that I think about it, that’s probably why he remembered her.

To sum it up, this year I got to spend time with 40 family members packed into houses that were meant for families of 5. We went to D.C, played trivia games, ice-skated, hung out with my grandma, played a made up game called “The Block Game”, ate pizza, had sleepovers, and giggled about things like farts;) Aside from real cake and a real thanksgiving dinner, what more could I ask for?