Happy birthday to me

Yesterday was my birthday, thus the lack in posting.

My apologies, but I was too busy playing with my presents and stuffing my face with my amazing birthday cupcakes [chocolate with key lime cream cheese frosting and coconut flavored chocolate sprinkles...the sister is a cupcake-creating genius...like seriously, she puts the Cocoa Bean to shame] to even think about my blog.

Here are some of the [very few] pictures I took:

The goods, from left to right-ish/top to bottom-ish: super cute tall socks, notebook made out of recycled cow poo [thanks again mom :)], gift card, purple fuzzy scarf/head warmer thing, owl necklace, Bath & Bodyworks lip glossers, Viva la Juicy perfume [aka the best smelling stuff EVER], flower wallet, birthstone necklace, note that accompanied the money for some Big Sexy hair products, Matched, iPod car connector thingy, BPA free H2O bottle

Hahaha I don't know which is funnier, that my sister forgot to sign her daughter's name for her and mom had to add it in [with the duh! of course] or my dad signing Love, Father...seriously?  I died laughing.

I'm just a little excited for my popcorn.  Seriously, no joke, its dee-lish-us.

The nephew tried to act all cranky with me for taking his picture.  And the niece is lost in chocolate heaven. 

But seriously, how could I not take a picture of that?

And a video of the cutest little thing you've ever seen singing happy birthday to me [and herself...she's just a few months early on that one]:

Overall it was a good birthday.

Nothing too exciting, but I did get this Saturday off so I can party hardy with all my amigos.

As in go to dinner and then hit up the cheap theater.

Thats just how we roll.

And now, to be honest, I'd much rather be reading Matched.

Seriously, the only word I can think of to describe it is intriguing.

So much is going on and nothing's being explained...but in a good way.

I'm not even joking, go buy it now.  The end.

Day 3

Day 3: Your idea of the perfect first date.


Well, to be honest my idea of the perfect date in general can be summed up by this girl:

Hahaha, sorry couldn't help myself.  

For seriousness now, my idea of the perfect first date?  Umm...well...lets see...I don't really know.  I can think of a few things a first date shouldn't be, though:


1.  It shouldn't be too awkward:
As in your date constantly reminds you of how special this night is.  And he cooks you a fancy schmancy meal.  And makes you finger paint.  Which wouldn't be so awkward except for he over-analyzes every single thing he paints, and constantly says "Hmmm...I wonder why I painted that?"  And it really doesn't help if the other couple you're "doubling" with leaves to go play World of Warcraft or Dungeon's and Dragons or some other equally weird game.  Yeah.


2.  It shouldn't be silent:
Sometimes people get nervous and can't think of things to say.  And sometimes your date specifically chooses to not talk to you.  Sometimes that same date also refuses to open your car door for you, and makes fun of your hometown.  And sometimes when that happens, you don't feel bad for giving him the stink eye.


3.  It shouldn't end with your date leaving to call his girlfriend:
But to be fair, going along with this I should say you should be informed that you're going on/on a date.  Preferably sometime before you start hearing things like, "Um, aren't you going to open your date's door for her?" and "You guys are quiet back there, and the windows are steaming up...whats going on?"  Ahem, awkward much?  And for the record, dragging along roommates to the sand dunes and pairing people off in couples so that you can go off and make out with the boy you like does not count as a date.  Just sayin.


And last, but definitely not least, 


4.  It shouldn't involve bowling.
Because I hate it.  And think its pointless.  Seriously, there is no way you can convince me that taking turns hurling a ball down a waxed strip of wood into an arrangement of white pins and trying to knock over as many of the aforementioned pins as you can each time is fun.  Seriously.


So there you have it.  My idea of the perfect first date is doing something that isn't too terribly awkward, talking, being clearly told I'm on a date, and not bowling.  Sounds fun, right?


Really though, I'm all about first dates [and dating in general] being fun and creative.  I really don't care what we do as long as its something I wouldn't be doing normally.  Does that make sense?  Thats why the whole "dinner and a movie" deal is so lamesauce.  I can go buy myself dinner and pay 3 bucks to watch a movie any night of the week [except I'd be thrifty enough to go on a Wednesday, for the free popcorn].  Creativity is key my friends. And really, other than that I'm up for anything.
Well, except bowling.  


p.s. my birthday is officially in 32-ish minutes.  I decided I'm excited about it.  Mostly because I remembered that age really is just a number.  And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna rock 24.

32 days

I got a call from my little sister this morning.  She unofficially/officially got engaged on Saturday, and today they decided to set the date for March 11th.

In case you don't have a calendar handy, thats in 32 days.  

My poor mother.

Hahaha, the bride!

And the groom. He clearly practiced that smile.

I guess its only fair that I show a normal picture too.

Trust me, it was hard to find.

 So now I'm supposed to find either a black dress or a black skirt and a teal cardigan-ish shirt of some sort.  Questions: where does one who is a certified giant [such as myself] find a modest length black dress or skirt?  And does anyone even know what teal is?  Or even better, does anyone even know what Kali Randall Hostman's definition of teal is?  The mom said she has some paper thats pretty much the exact color we need to be looking for.  I have a feeling that'll be a lot more helpful than google images.

Irregardless, I'm happy these crazy kids finally decided to make it official.  I feel like they've basically been married for the past few years, but hey I'm not gonna complain and turn down an opportunity for new clothes and a party!  And I have a feeling this little stinker will make a lovely addition to the wedding party.

A day late...

And probably a dollar short, but I'd rather not think about that.  So, I was going to do my Favorite Things Fridays post on Friday [go figure], but then my hormones got in the way.  They're sneaky little buggers, you'd better watch out for them.  

Mine, not yours.

But yours are probably
sneaky little buggers, too.

They like to have a dance party all throughout my body and make me grumpy, then happy, then grumpy, then happy, then extremely giggly, and back to grumpy, over, and over, and over.  Oh, you know the feeling?  Yeah.  Lets just say they ended on a grumpy note yesterday and I decided I needed some sleep.  And boy oh boy can I just say it was the best sleep ever?  Well, minus the really creepy dream where I was in a horror movie and everyone kept dying gruesome Hunger Games style deaths.  But other than that, it was pure bliss.  


Well, onward and upward, here's the list from this week:


1.  Making valentines for FHE.  Like we had stacks of construction paper, scissors, glue sticks, and glitter crayons all for the purpose of making our very own cheesy kindergarten-style valentines.  Whoever came up with that idea definitely deserves a big pat on the back.


2.  Standing next to someone who is 6'6".  I never get to feel short.  It was kinda weird, actually.


3.  Getting pumped up to go to work every day by reminding myself that my chocolate milk [courtesy of the boss lady] is in the back room fridge, just waiting for me to partake of its goodness.


4.  Some random lady giving my co-worker her Cosmo magazine because she "looks like a girl who reads Cosmo."  FYI lady, she doesn't.  And now its just chilling in the back room because no one at work reads Cosmo.  Although I did go through it once to smell the perfume samples.


5.  And on my way through said Cosmo, I found this:

You'd better believe this face has taken up residency on my bulletin board.  Oh yeah.


6.  Crunchy Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.  'Nuff said.


7.  Getting a birthday letter from my missionary friend.  And finding out she comes home on JULY 13th!!!!!  Yesssssssss!!!


8.  Day off + the family at the brother-in-law's parent's house for the night = Torr gets to sleep in tomorrow.  And watch The Office all.day.long.  Double yessssssssss!!!


And now, bring on the birthday week!  Hip hip hooooooorrrrrraaaaayyyyyy!

Dear hair,

Remember that one time I oh so hastily decided to [somewhat] dramatically shorten you into this?

Yes, I copied Selena Gomez's haircut.  What?  I think she's funny and has cute hair.  Plus our hair is pretty similar, curl and thickness-wise.

You were cute and all, but do you think you could do me a solid and oh, I don't know, grow?

All I'm asking for is a few [like maybe 6-8] inches.  Something more like this:

Yeah, Selena again.  Don't judge.

Or this:

Hi, I don't know who you are...but can I have your hair?  Thanks.

Or how 'bout this:

I'm kinda diggin' Rachel's dip dye color...weird?

And I definitely wouldn't mind this:

Oh Katie.  People say I look like her?  I still don't see it.  But I'd def be okay with my hair looking like hers.

Or you could always make me REAL happy and magically look like this when I wake up tomorrow morning:

Don't mind Tay Tay's devastated face.  Drew just told her there's someone else.  Cue the teardrops.

Ok, so you got that hair?  All I'm asking for is some more length and T. Swift's hair stylist.  It would also be awesome if you decided to behave yourself and do what I wanted you to do [at least 75% of the time, I'm flexible].  And grow faster than a measly 1/2 inch each month.  Got it?  Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.  Until then, I'll just have to keep thinking long, positive, hairy thoughts.  Maybe that will help you like me?

Thanksabillion,

Torr

P.S. thanks google for all the pictures.

And for feeding my lust for long hair.

I'd curse you, but I depend on you too much

and should probably stay on your good side.

One time, I made a necklace

After my exciting friend day this last Saturday, I was summoned to babysit so the sister and the brother in law could go on a date.  After getting the kids in bed, I was supposed to start studying for my test that was closing on Monday...but I've never been very good at not procrastinating.  So instead I popped in Adventures In Babysitting, grabbed my bag of dark chocolate covered kettle corn [they don't have the exact one I got up on their site but they all look amazingly delicious], and used this little tutorial to make this:

Sorry, this is all you get.  I took one with my smiling face, but refuse to put it up.  Lets just say its about that time...

Look ma, I made a T-shirt necklace!  I didn't have any of my own shirts I could chop up, but luckily the sister had just put together a D.I. bag and I found something I could use in there.  The shirt was originally black and gray striped, and I really like how it ended up with the two different colors together.

I wore it to church on Sunday and had some girl tell me she'd pay me to make her one!  I laughed and told her to give me an old shirt to use and we'd call it even.

Then when I wore it to work last night my boss greeted me by saying:

What the heck is that thing around your neck?

And no, that wasn't her only rhyme of the night.

She was in a special mood,              

but she brought me cookies so I rolled with it. 

Now that I have successfully made one necklace, I really want to make a fun colored one.

I might have to go door to door begging for a shirt...or maybe just make a trip to the D.I.

They should have something, right?

Also, it is now officially one week until my birthday.

I'm having some mixed feelings about this one.

On one hand, I feel old and would rather not add another year on.

On the other hand, presents and cupcakes please!

Oh, positive

Today in my lab we did lots of fun bloody-ish tests.

We checked our hematocrit [what percentage of our blood is red blood cells, versus plasma]

found out our blood type [I'm O+]

and did our blood lipid profile [cholesterol, triglycerides, and all that good stuff]

Sounds exciting, huh?

Luckily my lab is at 7:45 in the a.m. seeing as how we had to do a 12 hour fast so our cholesterol and triglyceride numbers wouldn't come back all funky.

Not so luckily is the fact that it was literally -30 as I walked to lab this morning.

Thanks a lot wind chill, I thought my face was going to fall off.

To be honest, I was a tid bit nervous about working with blood today.  So maybe I kindasorta had a fainting spell one time after watching my mom get stitches in her hand...hey, I didn't eat breakfast that day, had to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting, and then watched some cranky face doctor jab a needle through my mom's hand and sew it back together.  Totally normal for me to pass out, right?  Right.

I had absolutely no problems today, though [huge sigh of relief].

Maybe because the TA was holding my hand the whole time?

No, literally, he had to hold my hand to keep it warm so my blood would keep flowing out for all the tests

[remember how it was -30 this morning?]

P.S. he's married.  Awkward much?

Two other girls in my class came this close to passing out, and one ended up needing a trash can for...um...vomiting purposes.

Good thing she'd been fasting for 12 hours, right?

I was just glad to find out all my blood levels were normal

[my teacher made us nervous by straight up laughing at some people's numbers]

...and even more glad to come home and eat a peanut butter waffle.