Things to consider while you watch this video:
1. I am not pregnant or hormonal in any way.
2. I'm not really even an animal lover of some sort. (Unless that animal happens to be Kola or Abby)
3. But I still may or may not have cried a little bit.
And in case you feel like crying some more:
And now I need to go put on some new mascara.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thoughts on the Super Bowl
Fergie looks like a drag queen. And she absolutely can not sing. Her little rendition of Sweet Child O' Mine made my ears hurt.
Loved this commercial:
There are 2 types of people in the world. Those who like avocados and those who are missing out on life. My husband is among those who deny themselves the bliss that is guacamole, and this is a major obstacle in our marriage. I made some guac for a little Super Bowl shin dig we went to tonight, and I have decided that I could live my entire life on nothing but chips and guac. And maybe a little ice cream. In other food news, my sweet mother sent me a package recently that contained a big bag of valentine's M&Ms. Cary and I demolished them in 48 hours. We also finally defeated Bowser, so it was a big weekend at the Reeves' house.
I am glad I'm married now and I don't have to pretend to like football anymore. When I was single, I wanted to maintain the image that I enjoyed watching sports because I wanted boys to think I was sporty and cool. But now that I already tricked one into marrying me, I can finally be at ease and spend the game eating snacks and criticizing Fergie's performance. I feel like a gigantic burden has been lifted.
Going into the game, Cary had very little idea of who was even playing. I had to convince him to come to the party, just to eat some food and see friends. Approximately 30 seconds into the game, he became a die-hard Steeler's fan. I was very amazed at how quickly this emotional loyalty formed. He really chose the wrong band wagon to jump on there.
My Super Bowl 2011 experience can be summed up thusly:
- I love buffalo chicken dip
- I love guacamole
- I love peanut butter brownies
- I love talking obnoxiously through the entire game with girlfriends while the boys cry over interceptions and what not.
So basically it was just a regular day-in-the-life of Amy, where the highlights for me involved what I ate.
I am already excited about eating my leftover guac tomorrow for lunch.
Loved this commercial:
There are 2 types of people in the world. Those who like avocados and those who are missing out on life. My husband is among those who deny themselves the bliss that is guacamole, and this is a major obstacle in our marriage. I made some guac for a little Super Bowl shin dig we went to tonight, and I have decided that I could live my entire life on nothing but chips and guac. And maybe a little ice cream. In other food news, my sweet mother sent me a package recently that contained a big bag of valentine's M&Ms. Cary and I demolished them in 48 hours. We also finally defeated Bowser, so it was a big weekend at the Reeves' house.
I am glad I'm married now and I don't have to pretend to like football anymore. When I was single, I wanted to maintain the image that I enjoyed watching sports because I wanted boys to think I was sporty and cool. But now that I already tricked one into marrying me, I can finally be at ease and spend the game eating snacks and criticizing Fergie's performance. I feel like a gigantic burden has been lifted.
Going into the game, Cary had very little idea of who was even playing. I had to convince him to come to the party, just to eat some food and see friends. Approximately 30 seconds into the game, he became a die-hard Steeler's fan. I was very amazed at how quickly this emotional loyalty formed. He really chose the wrong band wagon to jump on there.
My Super Bowl 2011 experience can be summed up thusly:
- I love buffalo chicken dip
- I love guacamole
- I love peanut butter brownies
- I love talking obnoxiously through the entire game with girlfriends while the boys cry over interceptions and what not.
So basically it was just a regular day-in-the-life of Amy, where the highlights for me involved what I ate.
I am already excited about eating my leftover guac tomorrow for lunch.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Saturday Morning Blogging
I can no longer sleep past 7:30 a.m. This saddens me. At the ripe old age of 21, my body is already betraying me. I can't sleep in, my hips are widening at an alarming rate, and I got heartburn the other day after eating Chipotle (but that was totally worth it).
We had this heart healthy lunch thing at work the other day. Most of the things I make involve way too much butter, sugar, and/or bacon to be considered heart healthy, so I decided to make those black bean brownies that have been circulating the internet. You puree a can of black beans and some water and add it to brownies instead of oil and eggs. The verdict: Meh. I coudn't tell there were black beans in there, and the brownie was really dense and chocolaty, though slightly "off" tasting. But in my opinion, if you are going to have a brownie, have a good brownie and don't go putting vegetables into your dessert. Plus, pureed black beans have now made it onto the list of Top Ten Things That Gross Me Out. I think I will share that list now. Which I am also making up right now:
1. Cold soup. Disgusting. All of the fat blobs and sometimes it is just one gelatinous mass. I make Cary heat up our leftover soup.
2. Soggy bread. It makes me dry heave. I am getting nauseous just thinking about it.
3. Picking up Abby's dumb poop when she decides to drop a load while we're jogging. I about tossed my cookies the other day. That stuff is pungent.
4. Raw chicken. Or basically any raw meat. Every time I am handling raw meat, I have to bleach my entire kitchen afterward. Blech.
5. Tuna. Why do people eat that stuff?? It is completely foul. Plus, most people combine their tuna with my other nemesis, mayonnaise. It boggles my mind. And makes me feel queasy.
6. Ear wax. I clean my ears like a maniac. When I see ear wax in someone's ear, I am overcome with a desire to grab a q-tip and go to town. But I'm fairly certain that people would not appreciate the gesture.
7. Belly button lint. I think Cary could make a sweater out of all of the belly button lint that collects in there. A belly button lint sweater is about the most disgusting thing I can even fathom. I'm glad I don't have a hairy belly button. Because that would also be gross.
8. Mayonnaise. I am starting to slightly get over this hatred, but may I be struck by lightning if I ever put mayonnaise on my sandwich. I can eat a few things that have mayonnaise in them, like chicken salad, as long as I don't think about it too much.
9. Roaches. I went to get a mixing bowl out from my cabinet the other day to find that a roach had decided to make it his home. I am not afraid of killing bugs, but killing roaches is the worst because they make that nasty popping sound. And they are fast little boogers! But I can not stop until I know that sucker is dead.
10. Pureed black beans. It looks like chunky chocolate milk and smells like foot.
I had a really long and whiny blog post written about not fitting in and grown up life being lame, but I decided it was too negative so I deleted it.
...And instead I wrote about things that are disgusting? Sorry folks.
Back to our regular scheduled programming as soon as I think of something funny and/or delicious to write about.
We had this heart healthy lunch thing at work the other day. Most of the things I make involve way too much butter, sugar, and/or bacon to be considered heart healthy, so I decided to make those black bean brownies that have been circulating the internet. You puree a can of black beans and some water and add it to brownies instead of oil and eggs. The verdict: Meh. I coudn't tell there were black beans in there, and the brownie was really dense and chocolaty, though slightly "off" tasting. But in my opinion, if you are going to have a brownie, have a good brownie and don't go putting vegetables into your dessert. Plus, pureed black beans have now made it onto the list of Top Ten Things That Gross Me Out. I think I will share that list now. Which I am also making up right now:
1. Cold soup. Disgusting. All of the fat blobs and sometimes it is just one gelatinous mass. I make Cary heat up our leftover soup.
2. Soggy bread. It makes me dry heave. I am getting nauseous just thinking about it.
3. Picking up Abby's dumb poop when she decides to drop a load while we're jogging. I about tossed my cookies the other day. That stuff is pungent.
4. Raw chicken. Or basically any raw meat. Every time I am handling raw meat, I have to bleach my entire kitchen afterward. Blech.
5. Tuna. Why do people eat that stuff?? It is completely foul. Plus, most people combine their tuna with my other nemesis, mayonnaise. It boggles my mind. And makes me feel queasy.
6. Ear wax. I clean my ears like a maniac. When I see ear wax in someone's ear, I am overcome with a desire to grab a q-tip and go to town. But I'm fairly certain that people would not appreciate the gesture.
7. Belly button lint. I think Cary could make a sweater out of all of the belly button lint that collects in there. A belly button lint sweater is about the most disgusting thing I can even fathom. I'm glad I don't have a hairy belly button. Because that would also be gross.
8. Mayonnaise. I am starting to slightly get over this hatred, but may I be struck by lightning if I ever put mayonnaise on my sandwich. I can eat a few things that have mayonnaise in them, like chicken salad, as long as I don't think about it too much.
9. Roaches. I went to get a mixing bowl out from my cabinet the other day to find that a roach had decided to make it his home. I am not afraid of killing bugs, but killing roaches is the worst because they make that nasty popping sound. And they are fast little boogers! But I can not stop until I know that sucker is dead.
10. Pureed black beans. It looks like chunky chocolate milk and smells like foot.
I had a really long and whiny blog post written about not fitting in and grown up life being lame, but I decided it was too negative so I deleted it.
...And instead I wrote about things that are disgusting? Sorry folks.
Back to our regular scheduled programming as soon as I think of something funny and/or delicious to write about.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Baby I like it.
The amount of school work I have to do is directly proportional to how much time I spend blogging and browsing around the interwebs. Today I wasted a large chunk of time watching random music videos:
I don't know why, but I love this song and I listened to it like 4 times a row when I was running the other day. But it actually doesn't make any sense, because I'm not actually sure Enrique Iglesias even likes women. Silly, confused Enrique. I'm not really sure why, and I am kind of embarrassed about it, but I sort of have a crush on him.
Here are some of my other favorite ways to waste time:
failblog.org Sometimes a little risque, but always hilarious:
awkwardfamilyphotos.com I think it has declined in hilarity as of late, but there are definitely some gems to be found:
cakewrecks.blogspot.com Good for some laughs.
Happy Procrastinating!
I don't know why, but I love this song and I listened to it like 4 times a row when I was running the other day. But it actually doesn't make any sense, because I'm not actually sure Enrique Iglesias even likes women. Silly, confused Enrique. I'm not really sure why, and I am kind of embarrassed about it, but I sort of have a crush on him.
Here are some of my other favorite ways to waste time:
failblog.org Sometimes a little risque, but always hilarious:
awkwardfamilyphotos.com I think it has declined in hilarity as of late, but there are definitely some gems to be found:
cakewrecks.blogspot.com Good for some laughs.
Monday, January 31, 2011
A beautiful story.
Ha, psyche! It's not beautiful at all. It's gross. And it probably doesn't need to be shared with all of the internets, but I am bored and don't feel like studying Organizational Behavior
(Side note: One of the electives for my major is called "Organizational Behavior." It is one of the few that is offered through Independent Study, so even though I had no idea what it was about, I enrolled. I assumed it would be a class about keeping a planner and sorting your closet or something like that. No sir! It is this big complicated business class about Effective Organizations in the work place. It's not that hard, except that I don't understand any of their fancy shmancy business talk. This was a horrible surprise, as I was very excited about learning about sorting and organizing closets. Rats.)
After that very relevant tangent, here is the story:
Once upon a time, I was experiencing a very embarrassing medical situation. We are talking humiliating. I have pondered just biting the bullet and telling you guys what it was, but it is really just too weird. So just know that it is not something you want your casual friends to know details about. I was hanging out with my brother and sister and since I have no sense of propriety, we were doing a little google search about my particular awkward health issue. They were already relishing in my discomfort and enjoying many laughs at my expense. At the same time, I was also having a little facebook chat session with my brother's friend. I am friends with this guy, but not overly so. Not in a way that would allow sharing of embarrassing medical information. Also, I may or may not have been harboring a little crush on this friend of my brothers. Between browsing symptoms and treatment of said ailment, I would pause to chat with this friend. Somehow as I went to click into the chat box, in one horrifying instant, everything I had been looking at about my problem copied and pasted into the chat window and sent. It was like watching a horror movie, watching the chat window fill up with page after page of information about my embarrassing problem. In a state of panicked frenzy, I pressed buttons and keys and tried to bargain with the devil to undo what had just been done, but it appeared to be too late. After I regained consciousness from my multiple heart attacks, I frantically tried to figure out ways to explain why I decided to send him 15 pages of medical grossness. All the while my siblings were rolling around on the floor laughing and snorting and crying and being generally unsupportive of my predicament. I think Matt might have wet his pants. Thankfully, there is a merciful God in heaven, and the chat window froze and shut down and none of the information actually got sent. I was very relieved as I put down the noose I had been tying.
And my siblings are going straight to Hell for being so cold in my time of need. They still erupt into unstoppable giggling should the situation ever be mentioned. And they make it a point to mention it. Often.
The end.
(Side note: One of the electives for my major is called "Organizational Behavior." It is one of the few that is offered through Independent Study, so even though I had no idea what it was about, I enrolled. I assumed it would be a class about keeping a planner and sorting your closet or something like that. No sir! It is this big complicated business class about Effective Organizations in the work place. It's not that hard, except that I don't understand any of their fancy shmancy business talk. This was a horrible surprise, as I was very excited about learning about sorting and organizing closets. Rats.)
After that very relevant tangent, here is the story:
Once upon a time, I was experiencing a very embarrassing medical situation. We are talking humiliating. I have pondered just biting the bullet and telling you guys what it was, but it is really just too weird. So just know that it is not something you want your casual friends to know details about. I was hanging out with my brother and sister and since I have no sense of propriety, we were doing a little google search about my particular awkward health issue. They were already relishing in my discomfort and enjoying many laughs at my expense. At the same time, I was also having a little facebook chat session with my brother's friend. I am friends with this guy, but not overly so. Not in a way that would allow sharing of embarrassing medical information. Also, I may or may not have been harboring a little crush on this friend of my brothers. Between browsing symptoms and treatment of said ailment, I would pause to chat with this friend. Somehow as I went to click into the chat box, in one horrifying instant, everything I had been looking at about my problem copied and pasted into the chat window and sent. It was like watching a horror movie, watching the chat window fill up with page after page of information about my embarrassing problem. In a state of panicked frenzy, I pressed buttons and keys and tried to bargain with the devil to undo what had just been done, but it appeared to be too late. After I regained consciousness from my multiple heart attacks, I frantically tried to figure out ways to explain why I decided to send him 15 pages of medical grossness. All the while my siblings were rolling around on the floor laughing and snorting and crying and being generally unsupportive of my predicament. I think Matt might have wet his pants. Thankfully, there is a merciful God in heaven, and the chat window froze and shut down and none of the information actually got sent. I was very relieved as I put down the noose I had been tying.
And my siblings are going straight to Hell for being so cold in my time of need. They still erupt into unstoppable giggling should the situation ever be mentioned. And they make it a point to mention it. Often.
The end.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Fatties
Introducing a unique collection on photos that I like to call
"FAT BOOTH:
The Best $1 I Ever Spent"
"FAT BOOTH:
The Best $1 I Ever Spent"
My name is Amy.
And I really like food
And this is what I'm going to look like in 20 years
... Maybe more like 2 years.
Here is my handsome brother, Brent. He can eat 2 Chipotle burritos without even breaking a sweat.
Someday his metabolism will slow down. (And it will be a joyous day for those of us without such blessed metabolisms.)
This is my widdle brudder Josh. He makes this face a lot. It's pretty funny...
... But it would be even funnier if he weighed 500 lbs.
And here is my other widdle brudder Yanr. His real name is Ryan but I can't remember the last time I called him that. He is cute and the ladies love him.
Feast your eyes on the future, ladies.
Fat Booth is alternately hilarious and horrifying. I should post these pictures on my fridge to remind me to keep my grubby fingers out of there.
Will you guys still be my friend when I look like this?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Boy do I love lists.
I think the reason I always write things in lists is because my brain jumps from topic to topic so quickly and so often that I find transitional sentences to be cumbersome. How in the world would one properly segue from sleep-talking to puppies? Until I figure it out, here is an extremely important document chronicling my thoughts at the current moment.
1. A few nights ago, I fell asleep in our bed while watching a movie. I fell asleep on Cary's side of the bed, and apparently in the middle of the night I shook Cary awake violently and demanded that he switch places with me because his side of the bed was too hot.
2. I want to get a lab puppy and I want to name him Dudley. This is largely because I want to call him Dudders and Duddykins, ala Aunt Petunia in Harry Potter. We won't be getting another dog for a long time, but I'm writing it down so that when we do, I will remember that I want to name him Dudley.
3. I tried to stop buying Bluebell ice cream. I have absolutely no self control around the stuff and so I decided it can't be in our house anymore. I lasted almost a month. We bought some this week. In my defense, we were having some friends over, and I wasn't about to serve sub-par ice cream. Why does that darn ice cream always gotta be singing its siren song from the freezer? Why is there no melodious singing coming from my bag of carrots?
4. For the last week or two, every time I go running with Abby, about a mile or 2 out, I suddenly have a desperate need for the ladies room. I don't know why this keeps happening to me. When I stop and walk, I feel fine, but then as soon as I try to run again, I feel like I might embarrass myself. So I have to awkwardly jog/shuffle/speed walk home. Why for is this happening to me?? As a result of not being able to finish our usual long runs for the last bit combined with Bluebell ice cream coming back into my life, my jeans are feelin' tight. Rats.
5. I recently took over the BodPod measurements at my internship. My job is basically to shove people inside the little BodPod egg, push some buttons and then let them tell me that it's wrong when I tell them their body fat percentage. There is just no pleasing these people! One guy came in this morning and his body fat ended up being pretty high, and I thought that he might start crying. Sorry, pal. And then another guy got mad because he said that it was too low. For crying out loud! Don't kill the messenger, homies!
6. I have my American Heritage final on Friday. I have been studying for 2 weeks and I have studied 4 out of 22 chapters. Obviously now is the most appropriate time to be bloggin'.
7. The Care Bear started pilot training today! I love that guy. I'm going to miss having him around all of the time. He's my favorite. Also, we made the most amazing breakfast burritos of all time yesterday. I wanted to adopt one and keep it forever.... ? But I ate it instead. Also again, we are on the final level of Mario on the wii. And when I say we I mean I am because Cary is horrible at Mario and is always making us die. I used to be embarrassed that I was so good at Mario but now I'm embracing it, peeps. I'm not hiding that talent under a bushel any longer, my friends.
8. Who decided that khakis are professional looking? I have to wear khakis for my internship and I hate it. They make my legs look like giant, fatty vienna sausages. I feel that this really diminishes my credibility. Who wants wellness advice from someone with sausage legs? No one.
And on that note, I'll think I'll go study the Founding Fathers some more.
1. A few nights ago, I fell asleep in our bed while watching a movie. I fell asleep on Cary's side of the bed, and apparently in the middle of the night I shook Cary awake violently and demanded that he switch places with me because his side of the bed was too hot.
2. I want to get a lab puppy and I want to name him Dudley. This is largely because I want to call him Dudders and Duddykins, ala Aunt Petunia in Harry Potter. We won't be getting another dog for a long time, but I'm writing it down so that when we do, I will remember that I want to name him Dudley.
3. I tried to stop buying Bluebell ice cream. I have absolutely no self control around the stuff and so I decided it can't be in our house anymore. I lasted almost a month. We bought some this week. In my defense, we were having some friends over, and I wasn't about to serve sub-par ice cream. Why does that darn ice cream always gotta be singing its siren song from the freezer? Why is there no melodious singing coming from my bag of carrots?
4. For the last week or two, every time I go running with Abby, about a mile or 2 out, I suddenly have a desperate need for the ladies room. I don't know why this keeps happening to me. When I stop and walk, I feel fine, but then as soon as I try to run again, I feel like I might embarrass myself. So I have to awkwardly jog/shuffle/speed walk home. Why for is this happening to me?? As a result of not being able to finish our usual long runs for the last bit combined with Bluebell ice cream coming back into my life, my jeans are feelin' tight. Rats.
5. I recently took over the BodPod measurements at my internship. My job is basically to shove people inside the little BodPod egg, push some buttons and then let them tell me that it's wrong when I tell them their body fat percentage. There is just no pleasing these people! One guy came in this morning and his body fat ended up being pretty high, and I thought that he might start crying. Sorry, pal. And then another guy got mad because he said that it was too low. For crying out loud! Don't kill the messenger, homies!
6. I have my American Heritage final on Friday. I have been studying for 2 weeks and I have studied 4 out of 22 chapters. Obviously now is the most appropriate time to be bloggin'.
7. The Care Bear started pilot training today! I love that guy. I'm going to miss having him around all of the time. He's my favorite. Also, we made the most amazing breakfast burritos of all time yesterday. I wanted to adopt one and keep it forever.... ? But I ate it instead. Also again, we are on the final level of Mario on the wii. And when I say we I mean I am because Cary is horrible at Mario and is always making us die. I used to be embarrassed that I was so good at Mario but now I'm embracing it, peeps. I'm not hiding that talent under a bushel any longer, my friends.
8. Who decided that khakis are professional looking? I have to wear khakis for my internship and I hate it. They make my legs look like giant, fatty vienna sausages. I feel that this really diminishes my credibility. Who wants wellness advice from someone with sausage legs? No one.
And on that note, I'll think I'll go study the Founding Fathers some more.
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