Gingerbread Disaster (Potentially)
17 DecI’m currently trying my hand at the good old-fashioned gingerbread house! I haven’t made one of these in years, so I thought I would reward my end-of-the-school-year efforts with the chance to express my creative side for a bit. Of course, I’m not attempting to build it from scratch–that’s a BIG undertaking for a beginning Gingerbread-House-builder 🙂 Instead I grabbed a kit at Sam’s, and I’ve been playing around with it all night.
I’m happy to report that after a couple of hours, an entire tube of icing, four “OH NO’S!!,” and finally a cry for extra holding hands from my mom, my house has four standing walls and a roof. Admittedly, one wall is pushed in and I had to overlap the roof edges a bit, but its on! Woohoo! After one final catastrophe of the whole thing collapsing inward, I’ve decided to give it the night to cement. It’s currently being held up with chili and icing cans 🙂
Childhood Fun – That’s Life
6 DecMemories from my childhood; my mother and I used to do this over and over and over. I loved it! Still do 🙂

Life Magazine
Person 1: That’s Life!
Person 2: What’s Life?
Person 1: A Magazine.
Person 2: Well, how much does it cost?
Person 1: 10 Cents.
Person 2: But I only have a nickel!
Person 1: That’s Life!
Person 2: What’s Life? . . . . .
I’ve Used that Excuse!!
8 OctYou know how you always have that one class that you just can’t stand? The professor has now changed the rules on our research paper three times, gone back on what they said before, and assigned extra work, emailed us for meetings the night before. Then last week she/he calls us in for a “cannot miss”/”must-be-there”/”amazing-opportunity” to hear a guy speak in class and spent the entire last half of it explaining to him how they doubt everything he says because the prof. can name a small town in Missouri that doesn’t match his general conclusion. 0_0 So, I of course do NOT want to go to class tomorrow. Do you think one of these excuses will get me out?
“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
Speaking of Zoos. . . OOps
16 AugSpeaking of zoos and bears and wild things, check out this article where a zoo in China swapped out a lion for a big dog and hoped no one would notice. Apparently it actually worked until the lion started barking. Talk about a surprise! Guess we’re lucky we saw a panda in Tianjin instead of a black and white puppy! That must have been humiliating 😛

Jet Skiers having fun
22 Jun
Went to the Han River and got the opportunity to enjoy these Jet Skiers enjoying themselves
They Tell Me I’m Beautiful
14 JunWell, I hate to have to tell you this, but I can never, ever live in Korea. It’s impossible. It’ll never work. For one thing, I’d never stop getting distracted by so many cute guys. And real gentlemen too! I fell full onto a dude on the subway today (and I’m no lightweight) and he didn’t say anything even remotely close to Ooomph. Instead he had me hold onto his shoulder straps for his book bag and talked with me the rest of the trip. Smiling. With gorgeous eyes. Did I mention he was hot?!?
See! I told you I would get sidetracked. Back to what I was saying. I just cannot make a home here because my head would be so big there would be no living with me. Seriously. I was stopped 6+ times today (no exaggeration) for people wanting to touch my hair (I’m blonde in a sea of Black-headed people) and tell me how “shiny” and “yeoppuda” (pretty in Korean). That or they wanted to feel my skin (I’m pretty much pure German and extremely fair) to tell me how “pure” and “white” and “oohhhh” it was. People kept telling me how beautiful I was all day long. And let me tell you, boy did I eat it up. Kinda put a bounce in my step and I can’t stop smiling. That would never happen in the US.
I even got felt up! I went to the Dragon Hill Spa today (where you are naked in the women’s rooms) and wasn’t looking while putting my stuff in the locker. Suddenly this hand grabs on to parts better left unmentioned. I look down and see the cutest kid. A 1-2 year old boy had gotten away from his mom and was staring back and forth between me and her. He had a hold of me and just wouldn’t let go. 0_0 I think it’s cause I”m blonde and he’s not used to it? The Mother died of embarrassment. I’m pretty sure she’s still red in the face. So was I. Talk about Awkward! But the grannies in the room cracked up and couldn’t stop rolling on the floor laughing. At least he blew me kisses goodbye so he’s not a total grab and run. Lol!

















