Because he is working late tonight and we are leaving right after he gets off work on Friday to head to Provo, Chad took me out for my birthday dinner last night.
I wanted to try something new, so we headed downtown. We hardly ever eat downtown because we don't feel like driving all the way over there. However, we have heard good things about a couple of Chinese food places. So we went to The Yummy House. And, well, it was yummy!!
I ordered the General's Chicken (I think) and Chad got Honey Sesame Chicken (SO GOOD). Each $8.95 plate came with a spring roll, soup, a giant scoop of fried rice and a giant scoop of lo mein. Also, weird little cuts of chilled barbecued pork. That was a new one for us. I told Chad to take a picture, but it's on his phone and I'm at school. It was a ton of food and we had lots to take home. My mouth is watering just to remember I brought some for lunch today. Yummmm....
Anyways. We ordered potstickers as an appetizer and everything was surprisingly good. We have tried to find decent Chinese food in Idaho before (that was before Panda Express moved in) and have been largely unsuccessful.
Then I got a fortune cookie that said something along the lines of "Watch out for strangers - one will soon become your best friend." So I'm a little concerned about that.
Us
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Poor Puppy
Hello all.
Today we called and scheduled Lady to be spayed and microchipped. After this, we are hoping we will be done with major expenses for the dog. But we don't want her to get knocked up by some roaming dog (of which there are many in our neighborhood) and then have little puppies that we don't know how to take care of. (Although, she would have adorable puppies) Also because Bob Barker asked me so nicely at the end of every episode of Price Is Right to "Help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered."
The microchipping is to help increase the chances that you get your dog back if it is lost or stolen. It can't track your dog, but if your dog is picked up by animal control or taken to a vet or humane society, they scan it for a microchip, which identifies the dog as yours.
How long before kids have microchips?
Anyways. Poor dog has no idea what will befall her on Monday. We drop her off between 7:30 and 9:00 am, and pick her up after 2:00 before 5:00pm.
We decided this coming Monday would be the best because it will be my spring break, and then I can spend all day with her, and all week at home to make sure she's not chewing out her stitches or anything. I've heard recovery is pretty easy though. They pretty much know what they should and shouldn't do as far as exercise and movement go.
We're taking her to a vet that's highly recommended by the other dog owners in our training classes at PetSmart. Hopefully all goes well!
Today we called and scheduled Lady to be spayed and microchipped. After this, we are hoping we will be done with major expenses for the dog. But we don't want her to get knocked up by some roaming dog (of which there are many in our neighborhood) and then have little puppies that we don't know how to take care of. (Although, she would have adorable puppies) Also because Bob Barker asked me so nicely at the end of every episode of Price Is Right to "Help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered."
The microchipping is to help increase the chances that you get your dog back if it is lost or stolen. It can't track your dog, but if your dog is picked up by animal control or taken to a vet or humane society, they scan it for a microchip, which identifies the dog as yours.
How long before kids have microchips?
Anyways. Poor dog has no idea what will befall her on Monday. We drop her off between 7:30 and 9:00 am, and pick her up after 2:00 before 5:00pm.
We decided this coming Monday would be the best because it will be my spring break, and then I can spend all day with her, and all week at home to make sure she's not chewing out her stitches or anything. I've heard recovery is pretty easy though. They pretty much know what they should and shouldn't do as far as exercise and movement go.
We're taking her to a vet that's highly recommended by the other dog owners in our training classes at PetSmart. Hopefully all goes well!
Really?
Dear Pizza Pie Cafe, (formerly known as Craigo's)
We tried to give you our business last night, only to find that you closed at 8:00pm. Really? Not only that, but you close at 9:00 on Friday and Saturdays!!
Your Rexburg counterpart is open until 10 on weekdays and 11 on weekends. And your information online says you're open until 9:00 on weekdays and 10:00 on weekends.
So, needless to say, we think it's stupid that you close at 8:00. Nobody can even come in after a movie or concert. How much business are you gonna lose?
Just sayin'.
Sincerely,
Megan and Chad
We tried to give you our business last night, only to find that you closed at 8:00pm. Really? Not only that, but you close at 9:00 on Friday and Saturdays!!
Your Rexburg counterpart is open until 10 on weekdays and 11 on weekends. And your information online says you're open until 9:00 on weekdays and 10:00 on weekends.
So, needless to say, we think it's stupid that you close at 8:00. Nobody can even come in after a movie or concert. How much business are you gonna lose?
Just sayin'.
Sincerely,
Megan and Chad
Friday, March 25, 2011
Giant Cupcake
When Chad was working at the Rexburg Porters, they carried giant cupcake pans for a while. Chad bought me one, and yesterday I used it for the second time. Sure am getting my money's worth out of that $30-something pan.
The Relief Society had a birthday dinner last night, and asked everyone to bring 6 cupcakes. The probably with everyone bringing 6 cupcakes is that: 1) A cake mix makes at least 12 cupcakes, so everyone will have to make at least that many and leave the rest at home - and 2) If everyone brings 6 cupcakes, then everyone will have to eat or take home 6 cupcakes. But that's not the point.
I saw this as the perfect opportunity to use my giant cupcake pan. I looked online and found these:
Giant Cupcake liners!! - which I did not have time to order for this occasion, but I probably will be purchasing in the future.
So, after a little more internet sleuthing, I found an idea to melt chocolate candy wafers and mold them in the cupcake pan. Somebody else suggested molding it around the outside of the pan so that you don't have to trim the cake down to fit inside. Chad tried that while I was at work. His came out really chunky looking, but was easy to get off the pan because he did it over Saran Wrap. So I broke it up into pieces and tried it when I got home from work. It was a little better, but I ditched the Saran Wrap and then couldn't get it off of the cake pan when it was done. So we had the brilliant idea to run some hot water on the inside of the pan, in hopes that it would melt the chocolate enough to release it from the pan. I grabbed the chocolate to slide it off, and it was already melted through. It was looking like I was going to have to give up on the giant cupcake liner. But I read a few more reviews online, and decided to try one last time. I melted the chocolate (for the 3rd time now) and brushed it on the inside of the pan (which I had let chill in the freezer) with a silicone pastry brush. Then I put it back in the freezer. (Instead of the refrigerator) I did 2 layers, and didn't bother to brush a base on it. I thought it might be easier to get out of the pan if it was just a ring. I took it out of the freezer the last time, and heard little popping like ice being dropped into a cup of water. I tipped over the pan and the mold fell out perfectly in my hand. IT FINALLY WORKED!!!!
So I was really excited. Here is the finished product:
So I took it over to the Relief Society thing and set it on the table with the other cupcakes. After everyone had gotten their cupcakes, there were still a bunch left over, including mine. Because, who's going to take it and just dig in? Which was fine. It was more for the novelty. But with all these extra cupcakes sitting around, they decided to take mine in the kitchen and cut it up. By the time they were offering people "pieces of the giant cupcake" (which, I wouldn't even want - it's just regular cake, and the presentation would be terrible) everyone had already eaten their cupcakes. So I'm pretty sure my cupcake got mangled and then thrown out. I avoided the kitchen so I didn't have to know, and just grabbed my tray and left. These pictures are all that remain of my lovely giant cupcake.
Anyways, I think it came out pretty awesome!! I wasted a lot of cake, frosting and chocolate in the process, but it still looks pretty cool. Next time my game plan will be a little more refined. And hopefully it won't take me so long.
The Relief Society had a birthday dinner last night, and asked everyone to bring 6 cupcakes. The probably with everyone bringing 6 cupcakes is that: 1) A cake mix makes at least 12 cupcakes, so everyone will have to make at least that many and leave the rest at home - and 2) If everyone brings 6 cupcakes, then everyone will have to eat or take home 6 cupcakes. But that's not the point.
I saw this as the perfect opportunity to use my giant cupcake pan. I looked online and found these:
Giant Cupcake liners!! - which I did not have time to order for this occasion, but I probably will be purchasing in the future.
So, after a little more internet sleuthing, I found an idea to melt chocolate candy wafers and mold them in the cupcake pan. Somebody else suggested molding it around the outside of the pan so that you don't have to trim the cake down to fit inside. Chad tried that while I was at work. His came out really chunky looking, but was easy to get off the pan because he did it over Saran Wrap. So I broke it up into pieces and tried it when I got home from work. It was a little better, but I ditched the Saran Wrap and then couldn't get it off of the cake pan when it was done. So we had the brilliant idea to run some hot water on the inside of the pan, in hopes that it would melt the chocolate enough to release it from the pan. I grabbed the chocolate to slide it off, and it was already melted through. It was looking like I was going to have to give up on the giant cupcake liner. But I read a few more reviews online, and decided to try one last time. I melted the chocolate (for the 3rd time now) and brushed it on the inside of the pan (which I had let chill in the freezer) with a silicone pastry brush. Then I put it back in the freezer. (Instead of the refrigerator) I did 2 layers, and didn't bother to brush a base on it. I thought it might be easier to get out of the pan if it was just a ring. I took it out of the freezer the last time, and heard little popping like ice being dropped into a cup of water. I tipped over the pan and the mold fell out perfectly in my hand. IT FINALLY WORKED!!!!
So I was really excited. Here is the finished product:
So I took it over to the Relief Society thing and set it on the table with the other cupcakes. After everyone had gotten their cupcakes, there were still a bunch left over, including mine. Because, who's going to take it and just dig in? Which was fine. It was more for the novelty. But with all these extra cupcakes sitting around, they decided to take mine in the kitchen and cut it up. By the time they were offering people "pieces of the giant cupcake" (which, I wouldn't even want - it's just regular cake, and the presentation would be terrible) everyone had already eaten their cupcakes. So I'm pretty sure my cupcake got mangled and then thrown out. I avoided the kitchen so I didn't have to know, and just grabbed my tray and left. These pictures are all that remain of my lovely giant cupcake.
Anyways, I think it came out pretty awesome!! I wasted a lot of cake, frosting and chocolate in the process, but it still looks pretty cool. Next time my game plan will be a little more refined. And hopefully it won't take me so long.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Countdown
As some of you already know, since high school, I have donated my hair to Locks of Love 3 or 4 times. I rarely get my hair cut otherwise. So, it's that time again!
When I was student teaching, they did an assembly at the school and cut a bunch of kids' hair. I found out they have been doing that assembly for several years. I decided to wait to cut my hair until the assembly - and the date has been set - Friday, April 1st. Conveniently also my birfday.
So - say goodbye to these locks of love. Hopefully it won't look terrible.
When I was student teaching, they did an assembly at the school and cut a bunch of kids' hair. I found out they have been doing that assembly for several years. I decided to wait to cut my hair until the assembly - and the date has been set - Friday, April 1st. Conveniently also my birfday.
So - say goodbye to these locks of love. Hopefully it won't look terrible.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Can't Sleep, Clown'll Eat Me
This has been happening more and more frequently, and I'm tired of it - I wake up somewhere in the middle of the night (1, 2, 3:00 am) and can't fall back asleep. Last night it was the lovely hour from 1:30 - 2:30. I guess I should be grateful it was only an hour - sometimes it's longer.
And this brings on the unflattering problem of sleep envy. As I lay there in bed not being able to sleep, I listen to Chad and the dog sleeping soundly, dreaming about sugarplums and fairies, and all other sorts of good things. And then every little creak in the house makes me think someone's breaking in, or something's about to catch fire or cave in on us. Then, worst of all, the snoring starts. Chad will claim that he doesn't snore, but I have assured him on more than one occasion that he does. He says it's only when he sleeps on his back. I know better than that. Sorry, honey, but you snore. Blame it on the position of your body, blame it on the weather, blame it on the lower altitude of sleeping on the ground floor, but whatever you say, you snore.
So I'm laying there having sleep envy, wondering why I can't sleep, thoughts about things going on this week racing through my head, and I start to hear Chad's breathing get heavier. The onset of snoring. I strategically position my appendages near his body so that when the full-on snoring commences, I can jerk him enough to wake him up and make it stop. Then the amateur snoring begins. For those of you unfamiliar with this process, amateur snoring is that half-hearted snoring that sounds like wind or some other kind of whistling. So I lay there listening to what sounds like a tiny cat trapped up Chad's nose, meowing at me every time he breathes in. Annoying, and warranting a few nudges, but not too bad. And then it progresses into professional snoring. We're playing with the big boys now. This is the snoring that sounds like there's a little farm tractor driving across the pillow. How does that NOT wake him up?! I slide my arm under his pillow and give a healthy push under his head. Then there is that awkward moment that interrupts the snore - The little snore yelling at you for interrupting it's groove. He smacks his lips, I nudge a few more times, and he rolls over - still half asleep. Ah. Now I can get some sleep. I get comfortable, stretch out, pull up the covers, close my eyes and hope for sweet surrender to my subconscious, when I hear this little clicking noise. I don't know if any of you have experienced this little phenomenon, but somewhere mid-inhale there's a little click in the nose. Like a flap being opened and closed. So I lay there some more listening to the maddeningly slow ticking of his internal clock, and resolve to advise Mollie to find out if someone snores before she considers marrying them.
But how do you tell, you ask? Sit someplace quiet (movie, concert, play, Sacrament Meeting) and listen to their breathing pattern. Half the time he will probably fall asleep in at least one of said events, and then it's really easy to tell if he snores. But I can always hear Chad breathe. I don't get that. I can be nearly imperceptible when I breathe - provided I don't have a sinus infection. There's no whistling, or breeze in the trees. Just sweet silence as my body quietly goes about the task of keeping me alive.
*Sigh* All I can say is, I better get some sleep tonight.
And this brings on the unflattering problem of sleep envy. As I lay there in bed not being able to sleep, I listen to Chad and the dog sleeping soundly, dreaming about sugarplums and fairies, and all other sorts of good things. And then every little creak in the house makes me think someone's breaking in, or something's about to catch fire or cave in on us. Then, worst of all, the snoring starts. Chad will claim that he doesn't snore, but I have assured him on more than one occasion that he does. He says it's only when he sleeps on his back. I know better than that. Sorry, honey, but you snore. Blame it on the position of your body, blame it on the weather, blame it on the lower altitude of sleeping on the ground floor, but whatever you say, you snore.
So I'm laying there having sleep envy, wondering why I can't sleep, thoughts about things going on this week racing through my head, and I start to hear Chad's breathing get heavier. The onset of snoring. I strategically position my appendages near his body so that when the full-on snoring commences, I can jerk him enough to wake him up and make it stop. Then the amateur snoring begins. For those of you unfamiliar with this process, amateur snoring is that half-hearted snoring that sounds like wind or some other kind of whistling. So I lay there listening to what sounds like a tiny cat trapped up Chad's nose, meowing at me every time he breathes in. Annoying, and warranting a few nudges, but not too bad. And then it progresses into professional snoring. We're playing with the big boys now. This is the snoring that sounds like there's a little farm tractor driving across the pillow. How does that NOT wake him up?! I slide my arm under his pillow and give a healthy push under his head. Then there is that awkward moment that interrupts the snore - The little snore yelling at you for interrupting it's groove. He smacks his lips, I nudge a few more times, and he rolls over - still half asleep. Ah. Now I can get some sleep. I get comfortable, stretch out, pull up the covers, close my eyes and hope for sweet surrender to my subconscious, when I hear this little clicking noise. I don't know if any of you have experienced this little phenomenon, but somewhere mid-inhale there's a little click in the nose. Like a flap being opened and closed. So I lay there some more listening to the maddeningly slow ticking of his internal clock, and resolve to advise Mollie to find out if someone snores before she considers marrying them.
But how do you tell, you ask? Sit someplace quiet (movie, concert, play, Sacrament Meeting) and listen to their breathing pattern. Half the time he will probably fall asleep in at least one of said events, and then it's really easy to tell if he snores. But I can always hear Chad breathe. I don't get that. I can be nearly imperceptible when I breathe - provided I don't have a sinus infection. There's no whistling, or breeze in the trees. Just sweet silence as my body quietly goes about the task of keeping me alive.
*Sigh* All I can say is, I better get some sleep tonight.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Dear friends and family,
We are celebrating a new addition to our family.
Our old vacuum was done in by really dirty carpet in our first two apartments, and perhaps a lot of feathers from our leaking comforter. As a result, the carpets in our house have probably never been appropriately vacuumed. Every time I vacuumed, it smelled really bad, and the floor left no indication that a vacuum had ever crossed over it. We did take it to be "fixed" about 6 months ago, but it didn't really help.
I came home on Thursday to find this little gem parked in the middle of the front room with a note that said:
We are celebrating a new addition to our family.
Our old vacuum was done in by really dirty carpet in our first two apartments, and perhaps a lot of feathers from our leaking comforter. As a result, the carpets in our house have probably never been appropriately vacuumed. Every time I vacuumed, it smelled really bad, and the floor left no indication that a vacuum had ever crossed over it. We did take it to be "fixed" about 6 months ago, but it didn't really help.
I came home on Thursday to find this little gem parked in the middle of the front room with a note that said:
Let's make a deal,
You need a new vacuum
And I need a floor to clean.
Can I stay? Please?
- Riccar
P.S. I was as expensive as you thought.
(and then scribbled in handwriting is a ^n't after "was")
You need a new vacuum
And I need a floor to clean.
Can I stay? Please?
- Riccar
P.S. I was as expensive as you thought.
(and then scribbled in handwriting is a ^n't after "was")
If it were up to me, we wouldn't have bought a new vacuum. This is what happens when Chad has a morning off from work. But, he reminded me that last time I vacuumed, I was close to letting out some words not quite fit for puppy ears, and I conceded that we do in fact need a new vacuum.
I vacuumed the front room, and the carpet looks GREAT!! I went over everything for about 1/2 hour before I stopped hearing it sucking up a lot of dirt. Tomorrow I vacuum the bedroom!!! I'm excited!
I know, slow news day at the Busath household...
I vacuumed the front room, and the carpet looks GREAT!! I went over everything for about 1/2 hour before I stopped hearing it sucking up a lot of dirt. Tomorrow I vacuum the bedroom!!! I'm excited!
I know, slow news day at the Busath household...
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Breaking News
I just beat Mollie and Erin in a game of online Scrabble.
I don't even like Scrabble - I wanted to play Boggle.
I used all of my letters and had a 33 point word!
I don't even like Scrabble - I wanted to play Boggle.
I used all of my letters and had a 33 point word!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Can I just say how grateful I am for doctors and the gift of modern medicine???!
Yesterday I took a sick day off from work because my head thing had not improved. We fit in a visit to the doctor, who prescribed antibiotics and a nasal spray (no!!!) for a sinus infection. She also told me to start taking Zyrtec-D to help clear the swelling and congestion inside my face.
I took my first doses last night around 8:00, slept really really good, woke up feeling well-rested (hasn't happened in a LONG time), and feeling like I could breathe!! There was one moment when I got out of the shower this morning where I felt like I was going to pass out or throw up, and had to sit down on the side of the tub. But other than that, I felt really good. It's a miracle!! I still have a very slight headache, but nothing like it was.
If my choices are to feel like my head is going to explode, or take a giant horse pill antibiotic and spray something up my nose (at least it smells good!) then I guess I'll take the pills and spray.
So, the long and short of it is that I am feeling about 100 billion times better. That's just an approximation.
Thank you Doctor!!!
Yesterday I took a sick day off from work because my head thing had not improved. We fit in a visit to the doctor, who prescribed antibiotics and a nasal spray (no!!!) for a sinus infection. She also told me to start taking Zyrtec-D to help clear the swelling and congestion inside my face.
I took my first doses last night around 8:00, slept really really good, woke up feeling well-rested (hasn't happened in a LONG time), and feeling like I could breathe!! There was one moment when I got out of the shower this morning where I felt like I was going to pass out or throw up, and had to sit down on the side of the tub. But other than that, I felt really good. It's a miracle!! I still have a very slight headache, but nothing like it was.
If my choices are to feel like my head is going to explode, or take a giant horse pill antibiotic and spray something up my nose (at least it smells good!) then I guess I'll take the pills and spray.
So, the long and short of it is that I am feeling about 100 billion times better. That's just an approximation.
Thank you Doctor!!!
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
...?
Some of you whom I have talked to over the phone know that I have had a little bit of a cold thing for about 2 weeks now. It started as a sore throat from breathing cold, dry air at night and progressed into a nose and cough thing. I don't feel like I caught it, per se, although I guess that's possible. Anyway, so I have been drinking Sunny D (for my Vitamin C) like crazy and I thought that I was on the mend. It's usually worse in the mornings, but coughing hasn't woken me up in the middle of the night for a while now.
But I've had a pretty consistent headache for going on 3 days now. I thought it was a sinus thing, but this doesn't feel like the pressure-y kind of sinus headache. It feels like I've been punched in the face a bunch of times. Just really sore and achy. Similar (but not as intense) as the pain I felt when I got braces, or had my wisdom teeth pulled. It feels like I have a fever, but according to the thermometer, I don't. Also, I think I must be grinding my teeth at night, because my whole jaw is sore, all the way up to my temples. Tonight I'm going to try to wear my mouth guard/positioner thing I got from the orthodontist and see if that helps.
Anyways - sorry for the health post, but I want you to feel sorry for me.
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In other news, for months I had been wearing the earrings I got when I got my ears pierced. Because they are small and have the rounded backs, I could wear them overnight and not have to worry about taking them out. Then one day I was frantically taking a shower and getting dressed (I was late for something) when I realized one of my earrings was about to fall out because the back was missing. I looked all over and couldn't find it. This has happened before - usually when I'm drying my hair and I bump my earring one too many times. If I don't realize it right when it happens, I have pretty much no hope of ever finding the back. Anyways, so this time I had given up and decided it must have gone down the shower drain, and retired the pair of earrings to my jewelry box.
(Caution: this is a gross story)
The other night Lady was sleeping on our bed, but decided she wanted to get up at 6:30. So Chad put her in her cage and came back to bed. She apparently got up at 6:30 because she had to go out. She pooped in her cage instead. As I was cleaning up the poop, I saw something shiny. Upon further inspection, it was the BACK TO MY EARRING!!! I don't know where she found it, but, of course, she ate it. And there it was. It's a miracle! I saved the back to my earring, but it sits on a napkin on the kitchen counter, because I don't know if I can ever wear something on my head that was found in poop. I know, I'm a germ-o-phobe.
So anyways. Now you know.
...I wanna go home and sleep until this head thing fixes itself.
But I've had a pretty consistent headache for going on 3 days now. I thought it was a sinus thing, but this doesn't feel like the pressure-y kind of sinus headache. It feels like I've been punched in the face a bunch of times. Just really sore and achy. Similar (but not as intense) as the pain I felt when I got braces, or had my wisdom teeth pulled. It feels like I have a fever, but according to the thermometer, I don't. Also, I think I must be grinding my teeth at night, because my whole jaw is sore, all the way up to my temples. Tonight I'm going to try to wear my mouth guard/positioner thing I got from the orthodontist and see if that helps.
Anyways - sorry for the health post, but I want you to feel sorry for me.
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In other news, for months I had been wearing the earrings I got when I got my ears pierced. Because they are small and have the rounded backs, I could wear them overnight and not have to worry about taking them out. Then one day I was frantically taking a shower and getting dressed (I was late for something) when I realized one of my earrings was about to fall out because the back was missing. I looked all over and couldn't find it. This has happened before - usually when I'm drying my hair and I bump my earring one too many times. If I don't realize it right when it happens, I have pretty much no hope of ever finding the back. Anyways, so this time I had given up and decided it must have gone down the shower drain, and retired the pair of earrings to my jewelry box.
(Caution: this is a gross story)
The other night Lady was sleeping on our bed, but decided she wanted to get up at 6:30. So Chad put her in her cage and came back to bed. She apparently got up at 6:30 because she had to go out. She pooped in her cage instead. As I was cleaning up the poop, I saw something shiny. Upon further inspection, it was the BACK TO MY EARRING!!! I don't know where she found it, but, of course, she ate it. And there it was. It's a miracle! I saved the back to my earring, but it sits on a napkin on the kitchen counter, because I don't know if I can ever wear something on my head that was found in poop. I know, I'm a germ-o-phobe.
So anyways. Now you know.
...I wanna go home and sleep until this head thing fixes itself.
Monday, March 07, 2011
Minute To Win It & Operation: Easy Candy
As some of you already know, Chad and I were headed to Utah on Saturday anyway, so when I found out Minute To Win It was holding an open casting call in West Jordan, we decided we'd stop by.
We left around 6:30 (by the time we got gas and everything) and got to the audition site around 10:00. Auditions were from 11-3. There weren't as many people there as we expected there to be, so we decided to hang around.
The kid in front of us in line didn't even know what he was standing in line for. His friend told him he should go get in line because he lived right across the street.
Anyway. So we waited in the cold and wind until around 11:00 when they let a bunch of people in. A guy from KSL came around and handed out application forms. So we're all standing around in the cold, frantically trying to scrounge up pens and writing surfaces. I could barely write because my hands were so cold. Little did we know, we would have PLENTY of time to fill out those papers. (Questions included: what is your most embarrassing moment, what is one interesting thing about yourself that we wouldn't know by looking at you, what would you do with the money, is there someone in your family that you would give money to, what do you do for work, etc. etc.)
We moved up the line a little bit, and then waited for a while longer. We got inside around... 11:30? Where we were directed to a large conference room (set up like a lecture hall). Here we watched clips of previous episodes of Minute to Win It, and played a few Minute To Win It games. We waited for our numbers to be called.
They called numbers 10 at a time and then you waited in the hallway. When the producers were ready for you, you walked into a little room, stood in front of a banquet table where a producer was sitting and told about yourself. In the conference room, they made it sound like you better talk fast because they weren't going to listen to your sob stories and you only got 20 seconds. They also advised not to talk about how much you love the show, or what you would do with the money (since you don't have it yet).
The guy that went first was the one who didn't even know what the show was about. But he was an ex-Marine (or something) and came home and got a job with the government, but didn't like that he wasn't helping the vets, so he quit that job and is going back to school for Dental Assisting or something. Chad said he played hockey and that's about all I remember. I don't know what I said, but apparently it wasn't anything the producer cared about. I was so self-conscious that he was looking at me so unenthused about whatever I was saying. I swear you could hear crickets in the background. And I was talking really fast, because, like I said, that was the impression they gave. It probably didn't help that my voice is scratchy and cracks all the time because I've been sick for the last week and a half. Then the other people in our group were a whole Latino family. The mom stayed home with the kids. They had twin 10 year old girls, and 3 or 4 boys with them. The dad was a truck driver but hurt his knee and has been unemployed and is now going back to school. And, in case you're wondering, he makes sure he "wins" at everything he does. Okay, Charlie Sheen. Apparently part of their strategy was to also make sure the producer knew that the kids all thought the games looked easy.
So, he collected our application papers, we kept our numbers, and that was that. I wondered if it was one of those interview strategies where it's not what you say but how you say it. I wondered if there was one thing they were looking for - someone who pulled out a picture, or knelt down to talk to the producer (who was seated and we were all standing) or who knows what. But that was the extent of the audition. We were done around 2:00. Luckily we still had time to complete Operation: Easy Candy. We drove down to Erin's, and finding that they weren't home, let ourselves in through the garage (bet you wish you hadn't handed out that keycode, huh?). I brought pre-measured amounts of all the ingredients and made Easy Candy. They all got home just a few minutes after we got into the house. We didn't fool them by parking the van out front....
Anyways, we ate Subway for lunch, played soccer with the boys in the backyard (during which, a misdirected ball hit Sawyer in the face. It may or may not have been kicked by my foot... which caused him to hate me for about an hour.) Then we walked over to the church and helped Erin & Bryce clean the building. Will was watching Chad and I clean the glass doors, so I told him that we have to clean them because people put their fingers or hands on the glass. So from then on, he was very conscious of where he put his hands on the doors. And he was ranting the whole time about how "someone needs to tell the people that they can't put their hands on the glass to the doors, because then we have to clean it!" He was also pretty mad that he and Chad cleaned the drinking fountains and then the boys playing basketball came out and used them. It was kind of amusing. Oh - and mom, you will be proud to know that I taught Erin how to properly install a roll of paper towels. I was surprised I remembered!
We left for Idaho around 6:30, and got back about 11:00. The drive wasn't bad at all, and the weather was good. It was a fun quick trip. I just wish I hadn't had to teach YW the next day. But thanks to a large amount of announcements and interruptions, the lesson was only about 1/2 hour long. And that's about how long it needed to be with the topic of "Encouraging Enjoyable Family Activities".
So, the people at Minute To Win It said they would be making callbacks anywhere between 1 week and 6 months from the audition day. Don't hold your breath, people! We didn't have a sob story (and I don't mean that condescendingly - some people have really sad lives) or a "we'll get engaged on the show" story and we weren't scantily clad, and we weren't unemployed. So I'm pretty sure our chances are slim to none. But I will let you know if, by some miracle, we get a call back.
We left around 6:30 (by the time we got gas and everything) and got to the audition site around 10:00. Auditions were from 11-3. There weren't as many people there as we expected there to be, so we decided to hang around.
The kid in front of us in line didn't even know what he was standing in line for. His friend told him he should go get in line because he lived right across the street.
Anyway. So we waited in the cold and wind until around 11:00 when they let a bunch of people in. A guy from KSL came around and handed out application forms. So we're all standing around in the cold, frantically trying to scrounge up pens and writing surfaces. I could barely write because my hands were so cold. Little did we know, we would have PLENTY of time to fill out those papers. (Questions included: what is your most embarrassing moment, what is one interesting thing about yourself that we wouldn't know by looking at you, what would you do with the money, is there someone in your family that you would give money to, what do you do for work, etc. etc.)
We moved up the line a little bit, and then waited for a while longer. We got inside around... 11:30? Where we were directed to a large conference room (set up like a lecture hall). Here we watched clips of previous episodes of Minute to Win It, and played a few Minute To Win It games. We waited for our numbers to be called.
They called numbers 10 at a time and then you waited in the hallway. When the producers were ready for you, you walked into a little room, stood in front of a banquet table where a producer was sitting and told about yourself. In the conference room, they made it sound like you better talk fast because they weren't going to listen to your sob stories and you only got 20 seconds. They also advised not to talk about how much you love the show, or what you would do with the money (since you don't have it yet).
The guy that went first was the one who didn't even know what the show was about. But he was an ex-Marine (or something) and came home and got a job with the government, but didn't like that he wasn't helping the vets, so he quit that job and is going back to school for Dental Assisting or something. Chad said he played hockey and that's about all I remember. I don't know what I said, but apparently it wasn't anything the producer cared about. I was so self-conscious that he was looking at me so unenthused about whatever I was saying. I swear you could hear crickets in the background. And I was talking really fast, because, like I said, that was the impression they gave. It probably didn't help that my voice is scratchy and cracks all the time because I've been sick for the last week and a half. Then the other people in our group were a whole Latino family. The mom stayed home with the kids. They had twin 10 year old girls, and 3 or 4 boys with them. The dad was a truck driver but hurt his knee and has been unemployed and is now going back to school. And, in case you're wondering, he makes sure he "wins" at everything he does. Okay, Charlie Sheen. Apparently part of their strategy was to also make sure the producer knew that the kids all thought the games looked easy.
So, he collected our application papers, we kept our numbers, and that was that. I wondered if it was one of those interview strategies where it's not what you say but how you say it. I wondered if there was one thing they were looking for - someone who pulled out a picture, or knelt down to talk to the producer (who was seated and we were all standing) or who knows what. But that was the extent of the audition. We were done around 2:00. Luckily we still had time to complete Operation: Easy Candy. We drove down to Erin's, and finding that they weren't home, let ourselves in through the garage (bet you wish you hadn't handed out that keycode, huh?). I brought pre-measured amounts of all the ingredients and made Easy Candy. They all got home just a few minutes after we got into the house. We didn't fool them by parking the van out front....
Anyways, we ate Subway for lunch, played soccer with the boys in the backyard (during which, a misdirected ball hit Sawyer in the face. It may or may not have been kicked by my foot... which caused him to hate me for about an hour.) Then we walked over to the church and helped Erin & Bryce clean the building. Will was watching Chad and I clean the glass doors, so I told him that we have to clean them because people put their fingers or hands on the glass. So from then on, he was very conscious of where he put his hands on the doors. And he was ranting the whole time about how "someone needs to tell the people that they can't put their hands on the glass to the doors, because then we have to clean it!" He was also pretty mad that he and Chad cleaned the drinking fountains and then the boys playing basketball came out and used them. It was kind of amusing. Oh - and mom, you will be proud to know that I taught Erin how to properly install a roll of paper towels. I was surprised I remembered!
We left for Idaho around 6:30, and got back about 11:00. The drive wasn't bad at all, and the weather was good. It was a fun quick trip. I just wish I hadn't had to teach YW the next day. But thanks to a large amount of announcements and interruptions, the lesson was only about 1/2 hour long. And that's about how long it needed to be with the topic of "Encouraging Enjoyable Family Activities".
So, the people at Minute To Win It said they would be making callbacks anywhere between 1 week and 6 months from the audition day. Don't hold your breath, people! We didn't have a sob story (and I don't mean that condescendingly - some people have really sad lives) or a "we'll get engaged on the show" story and we weren't scantily clad, and we weren't unemployed. So I'm pretty sure our chances are slim to none. But I will let you know if, by some miracle, we get a call back.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
Answering Machine: Unanswered
I told you that we pulled out the old phone from my grandma. It still had messages on it!
These are the last few messages this phone took for my grandma before she moved to Summerfield. I'm not sure who made the outgoing message - maybe you can enlighten me?
And listen for grandma's voice at the end of the first message.
Kinda cool.
These are the last few messages this phone took for my grandma before she moved to Summerfield. I'm not sure who made the outgoing message - maybe you can enlighten me?
And listen for grandma's voice at the end of the first message.
Kinda cool.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
I know it's late, and I should be getting to bed, but tonight we mourn the loss of our beta fish, affectionately known as "Fish".
(This appears to be the only picture I have. I was taking a picture of something else, and there he was smiling for the camera in the background - right after I brought him home)
I bought him for myself two years ago just before we moved above Porter's. It was the end of the semester, and I was celebrating a good grade on one of my finals. If I'm not mistaken, it was the same semester I got my wisdom teeth out.
He has been looking kind of bad for a while now, and I got online and read that putting them in fresh water that wasn't so deep can help. So we tried that. Apparently it was the straw that broke the camel's back. When we got back from our 10 minute trip to Walmart, he was bug-eyed on the bottom of the bowl with his mouth wide open and food floating out of it - looking like, well, a dead fish. It was a long time coming, and though we will miss our little fish, I am glad he is out of his misery and I can have my counter space back.
Although, if Finding Nemo has taught me anything it's that our fish is now enjoying the vast expanse of the open sea. I'm pretty sure when I flush my toilet in Ammon, Idaho, it goes directly out into the Pacific Ocean - it really is a miracle of modern plumbing.
(This appears to be the only picture I have. I was taking a picture of something else, and there he was smiling for the camera in the background - right after I brought him home)
I bought him for myself two years ago just before we moved above Porter's. It was the end of the semester, and I was celebrating a good grade on one of my finals. If I'm not mistaken, it was the same semester I got my wisdom teeth out.
He has been looking kind of bad for a while now, and I got online and read that putting them in fresh water that wasn't so deep can help. So we tried that. Apparently it was the straw that broke the camel's back. When we got back from our 10 minute trip to Walmart, he was bug-eyed on the bottom of the bowl with his mouth wide open and food floating out of it - looking like, well, a dead fish. It was a long time coming, and though we will miss our little fish, I am glad he is out of his misery and I can have my counter space back.
Although, if Finding Nemo has taught me anything it's that our fish is now enjoying the vast expanse of the open sea. I'm pretty sure when I flush my toilet in Ammon, Idaho, it goes directly out into the Pacific Ocean - it really is a miracle of modern plumbing.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Land Lubbers
Although we don't have everything set up yet, I'm so excited about this! We are getting a "land" line!
We decided that we were not too keen on everyone we know (from doctors to (Chad's) clients) having our cell phone numbers. Also, my cell phone number is a long distance call for anyone here calling from their land line. And people see my phone number and think I'm a telemarketer. So we went to Verizon to add another cell phone to our plan ($10/mo) with a local number to become our home phone. We were all set up and ready to go when the associate asked us if anyone had told us about their new home phone. It's a little box that looks like a router. You plug it into the wall and then you can plug any phone into it. So it really is like having a home phone! It's still only $10/mo. with no set-up fee (normally $25 but I got it waived for being a "state employee"). This is much cheaper than the $80 set up fee for a real land line, and then the cheapest price we could get (in a bundle) would be $25/mo after that. We pulled out the phone we swiped from Grandma's back porch when things were being gathered up to go to D.I. and are now just waiting for our box to come in the mail.
Since the box is portable, you can bring your phone connection anywhere, as long as you have an outlet. And, yes, if you're going to do that, you might as well get a cell phone. This is probably a step back as far as the advancement of technology goes, but I'm so excited to have a home phone and an answering machine! Another perk is that it's just a Verizon number, so it won't cost us any minutes if Verizon people call our house phone.
I know, you're probably thinking "Why didn't you just change your number?" Because I don't want to. And anyone who I want to call me on my cell phone is on Verizon, so it doesn't matter if it's long-distance. I was telling Mollie that when we first got cell phones, the only people that had your number were people that you wanted to have your number. When your cell phone rang, you knew it was someone you were going to want to talk to. It'd be nice to get back to that. It's somewhat inhibiting to feel obligated to answer every phone call you ever get (without knowing who it is) because they're calling a phone you carry around in your pocket wherever you go. And this way, if we don't recognize a number and wait for the answering machine to pick up, we can still pick up when we hear who it is. Instead of waiting for them to leave a voice mail, and then having to call in and listen to the message and calling them back a few minutes after they've just called you. And having a home phone gives you an option to call when someone's not answering their cell phone because it got left on silent, or is dead.
I know, I know. My logic may not make a ton of sense, but there's some psychological relief and excitement that comes from having a home phone. I'll let you know the number when we get our box.
P.S. I just ate a peanut butter sandwich on big fluffy white bread. It was deliciously chewy.
We decided that we were not too keen on everyone we know (from doctors to (Chad's) clients) having our cell phone numbers. Also, my cell phone number is a long distance call for anyone here calling from their land line. And people see my phone number and think I'm a telemarketer. So we went to Verizon to add another cell phone to our plan ($10/mo) with a local number to become our home phone. We were all set up and ready to go when the associate asked us if anyone had told us about their new home phone. It's a little box that looks like a router. You plug it into the wall and then you can plug any phone into it. So it really is like having a home phone! It's still only $10/mo. with no set-up fee (normally $25 but I got it waived for being a "state employee"). This is much cheaper than the $80 set up fee for a real land line, and then the cheapest price we could get (in a bundle) would be $25/mo after that. We pulled out the phone we swiped from Grandma's back porch when things were being gathered up to go to D.I. and are now just waiting for our box to come in the mail.
Since the box is portable, you can bring your phone connection anywhere, as long as you have an outlet. And, yes, if you're going to do that, you might as well get a cell phone. This is probably a step back as far as the advancement of technology goes, but I'm so excited to have a home phone and an answering machine! Another perk is that it's just a Verizon number, so it won't cost us any minutes if Verizon people call our house phone.
I know, you're probably thinking "Why didn't you just change your number?" Because I don't want to. And anyone who I want to call me on my cell phone is on Verizon, so it doesn't matter if it's long-distance. I was telling Mollie that when we first got cell phones, the only people that had your number were people that you wanted to have your number. When your cell phone rang, you knew it was someone you were going to want to talk to. It'd be nice to get back to that. It's somewhat inhibiting to feel obligated to answer every phone call you ever get (without knowing who it is) because they're calling a phone you carry around in your pocket wherever you go. And this way, if we don't recognize a number and wait for the answering machine to pick up, we can still pick up when we hear who it is. Instead of waiting for them to leave a voice mail, and then having to call in and listen to the message and calling them back a few minutes after they've just called you. And having a home phone gives you an option to call when someone's not answering their cell phone because it got left on silent, or is dead.
I know, I know. My logic may not make a ton of sense, but there's some psychological relief and excitement that comes from having a home phone. I'll let you know the number when we get our box.
P.S. I just ate a peanut butter sandwich on big fluffy white bread. It was deliciously chewy.
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