Well, I suppose I have much to update about. Unfortunately, I don't feel like doing all of that now -- I just want to post about one story in particular which I've been dying to tell.

So -- Saturday morning/afternoon/evening Chad was working which meant I had to find something to do with myself for an entire day. This doesn't usually happen to me -- if it's a Saturday, I'm usually in rehearsal or recording sessions. If it's Sunday, I'm at church. If it's a weekday, I'm in class. But Saturday -- Saturday I was completely free. So naturally I slept until about 11:30. I got up and did some stuff around the apartment, then took a nap from 2-4. Productive so far. I went and played the piano some and then came home and decided to make some Valentine's Day sugar cookies -- the kind my mom usually makes but didn't have time for this year. Now, I'm not a big fan of the cookies only because when I was little I liked them so much that I ate enough to make myself throw up, so now they're not exactly all that appealing. But everyone else seems to like them and they're fun to make. So, I made some. I got all my ingredients out, and then had to go to Broulim's to try and find a heart-shaped cookie cutter, which I did, and it only cost me 10 cents. I was happy. I came home, got a bowl and a hand mixer and began baking. Everything went relatively smoothly as I mixed all of the liquid ingredients and then moved on to the dry ingredients. It was the flour that did me in. I had been using a whisk to mix everything together before because I couldn't find regular beaters for the hand mixer, just weirdo dough hook things that couldn't really do the job. But once I added all the flour, it was too thick to do with the whisk, so I broke out the hand mixer. I stuck it in the bowl, holding the whisk against the side, thinking I could just use the hand mixer and steer clear of the whisk. By now I bet you know where this story is going. In fact, I couldn't just "steer clear" of the whisk. There was this terrible noise and struggle before I realized what was happening. I was slightly injured in the process of trying to separate the two before turning off the mixer like an intelligent person. I also succeeded in spewing flour and dough all across the kitchen and myself. So -- here is what happens when a whisk tries to take on a hand mixer.

I was actually quite surprised at the fight the whisk put in. It actually snapped one of the dough hooks right in half, leaving the long straight part of it stuck in the mixer. It strategically wrapped itself around the other dough hook in an effort to take it down. I haven't really decided exactly who won the fight, because the effort from both sides was so valiant. Once I removed the fighting kitchen tools from the mixer, I was going to just throw it away. Or else try to untangle the surviving dough hook from the mess and return it to the drawer... not like it would be much good without it's partner anyway. But then I decided to wash it off and keep it for future entertainment. How often are you going to have the experience of running an electric hand mixer straight into a whisk? I have to keep the evidence. Anyways, it's somewhat artistic. I showed it to Chad's roommate who's an artist, and he said I could probably take it into a beginning sculpture class and get an A on it. Who would've thunk?! ... I always felt artistic...