Tuesday, March 29, 2011

2 in 1 day. Ridiculous. I know.

I should be in bed right now. I know. I'm well aware. If I were to email my friend Carrie right now she would email me tomorrow and tell me that I should go to bed earlier. Oh yes. I believe that too.
I just had one of those epic moments that made me appreciate my mother in my childhood. Today was my boss's birthday. She always goes the extra mile to make sure that we feel appreciated on our birthday. I know she has a particular liking to red velvet cupcakes. I told her I would bake her cupcakes for her birthday. My roommate makes cupcakes for the kids in her class. No big deal, right? I've just spent the last 2 hours baking cupcakes for work tomorrow and the birthday celebration. I'm not so sure that I think cupcakes are worth it if I have to bake them for myself. I'm all for the cute little cupcake shops and stuff. Cupcake Wars? DC Cupcakes? Sure. They're all fantastic and I have a brand new respect for anyone that wants to make a career out of cupcakes. I mean, they're tasty and all, but REALLY? I could have finished my chapter on Christianity and read half of my chapter on Islam. I could have read 16 pages in the Book of Mormon. I could have done any number of different things, but I didn't because I want her to feel appreciated too. The things my mother must have done for me. Thanks Mom! Love ya! I do appreciate the birthday cake/prom dress/early morning sacrifices that you made for me.

***side notes***
During the cupcake project I did do a few things that I'd like to chalk up to experience and add to my cool resume of new things I've tried:
-I made my own buttermilk for the cupcakes.
-I piped frosting with a ziploc bag.
-I ran (literally. without stopping.) from my house to the grocery store behind my house twice (2 TIMES) without stopping AFTER I went running with my running buddy (on her first anniversary of her back surgery.) That's impressive. Ask my parents about my soccer career. They'll back me up on this.
-I BAKED FROM SCRATCH!!! (not going to lie, i was kind of banking on a cake mix, but apparently they don't carry red velvet in march.)
-I tried my first Paula Dean recipe. She REALLY likes to fatten things up.
-I have pink finger prints. Apparently obscene amounts of red food coloring will do that.

I really am going to bed now. And I have a sugar headache from the cream cheese frosting. (PS I have a definite surplus is anyone has a need for frosting.)

laundry list

I feel like I am forever and always posting lists of things here. I really do think in lists. I'm pretty sure that my life is a giant Post-It note. Here are a few thoughts:
1) I have no personal taste in music. I went on a road trip/camping trip not to long ago and had this realization all over again. Every CD that I had in my car was a gift from someone else. When one of the girls asked me what my favorite song was my response was "I sing the 'baby bumble bee' song while I run?".
2) I like food. A lot. I decided the other day that artichoke hearts are not my favorite thing in the world. I'll eat them (I'll eat most anything), but I can live without them.
3) I miss writing. I find it therapeutic. I see some essays in my near future entitled "seeing life through rose-colored glasses". My parents gave me some pale pink aviator sunglasses last summer. This summer I plan on putting them to good use.
4) I also find camping/hiking/'the great outdoors' therapeutic.
5) A sprained is the worst thing that can happen to a new running habit.
6) Les Miserables 25th anniversary concert is the best thing that has ever happened to a sprained ankle.
7) We had a patient call in requesting that their records be sent to Panama. That is very different from the Arizona, California, Oregon, Texas, and Louisiana that we usually get. Hope the new doctor speaks/understands English because my doctor doesn't speak Spanish.
Well. I know this isn't much, but it's a start. I'm amazed by how easy it is to get out of the habit. I'm re-committing to be better.