Happy Holidays!

Last night I went to the grocery store to get some grapes (which I forgot) and some bread (which I remembered) and some cream of mushroom soup...and while there I saw this:

Picture thieved from the Little Debbie's website.

Nothing quite says, "Happy Holidays!" like Little Debbie's Christmas Tree Cakes. Sure, sure, they're a bunch of ingredients designed to poison you, but there's just something about them...the only thing that would be as festive would be a Dreidel Cake...

Married to the Most Wonderful Man on the Planet

Last night I woke up in the middle of the night--as I'm wont to do--and after using the bathroom, I noticed a medium-sized roach (about an inch long) a couple of feet away on the floor (WHAT IF I HAD STEPPED ON IT IN THE DARK?!?!). After saying, "Eeeew," I decided to be brave and try to pick it up with a million tissues and throw it in the toilet all by myself. That is since my sweet husband was still fast asleep.

Well...it ran out from under the tissues, so I let out a scream. Not even my most blood-curdling. Just a short scream of surprise/horror. The roach ran under the bathroom scale. Meanwhile, I had climbed up onto the toilet and there I stood, frozen, not knowing what to do. It seemed like I was there for a while, but it must have been only a few seconds till I heard some rustling and then my husband knocking on the bathroom door. Of course I let him in and after I explained the situation, while still looking very groggy and tired, he took the tissues from me, moved the scale, quickly grabbed the roach in the tissues, squished it (gross!), tossed it in the trash, and quietly walked back to our room and climbed back in bed.

People, if that's not love, I don't know what is.

This Day

You might think it's gratifying to see someone leave your office in handcuffs after they've blatantly lied to you and when you've called them on it, they've stood by their lies...but it's not. It's very, very sad. In fact, it's heartbreaking.

Games people play

On a field trip to the Museum of Natural History, each of six children--Juana, Kyle, Lucita, Salim, Thanh, and Veronica--is accompanied by one of three adults--Ms. Margoles, Mr. O'Connell, and Ms. Podorski. Each adult accompanies exactly two of the children, consistent with the following conditions:

• If Ms. Margoles accompanies Juana, then Ms. Podorski accompanies Lucita.
• If Kyle is not accompanied by Ms. Margoles, then Veronica is accompanied by Mr. O'Connell.
• Either Ms. Margoles or Mr. O'Connell accompanies Thanh.
• Juana is not accompanied by the same adult as Kyle; nor is Lucita accompanied by the same adult as Salim; nor is Thanh accompanied by the same adult as Veronica.

Which one of the following could be an accurate matching of the adults to the children they accompany?
a) Ms. Margoles: Juana, Thanh; Mr. O'Connell: Lucita, Veronica; Ms. Podorski: Kyle, Salim
b) Ms. Margoles: Kyle, Thanh; Mr. O'Connell: Juana, Salim; Ms. Podorski: Lucita, Veronica
c) Ms. Margoles: Lucita, Thanh; Mr. O'Connell: Juana, Salim; Ms. Podorski: Kyle, Veronica
d) Ms. Margoles: Kyle, Veronica; Mr. O'Connell: Juana, Thanh; Ms. Podorski: Lucita, Salim
e) Ms. Margoles: Salim, Veronica; Mr. O'Connell: Kyle, Lucita; Ms. Podorski: Juana, Thanh

Tune in next time for the correct answer.

Do you ever think about how you don't know when you'll do logic games again and does it make you feel a little sad?

Do you ever think about how sometimes you would start doing logic games and kind of get lost in the momentum of solving the games so that you'd keep doing games without realizing you should have moved on to something else?

Do you ever get asked by your husband, "When you say, 'you,' do you mean, 'me' or do you mean 'you?'" and you have to respond, "When I say, 'you,' I ALWAYS mean, 'people in general,' which really means, 'me.'"

You're not as hungry as you think.

I was soooooo hungry after work today (and by after work, I mean, in between works), so I ran to the grocery store, bought myself some graham crackers, frosting, chocolate (I'm sorry, my sweet husband. These are not necessary expenditures, but it really seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.), and then stopped by Arby's and bought a chicken sandwich and some curly fries and took it all to my last class teaching LSAT Prep...

Is it just me or does 8 minutes seem like a ridiculous amount of time to wait for a sandwich and curly fries in a fast food place? Especially when there's a monitor with a clock ticking away the time you've been waiting. Hey, Arby's. Look alive. But I digress...

So then I got to class and set my food on the table as I started to lecture...the curly fries were delicious and I ate about two graham crackers when suddenly the thought hit me: this is disgusting. It just seemed so incredibly gluttonous that it made me sick.

Good thing I had already finished my curly fries. I might have been tempted to throw them away and I know I would have only regretted it later when I felt hungry again.

General Conference Weekend

No, I will not be spending my first General Conference as a married woman cuddled up to my husband on the couch listening to the prophet. I will be here:
It's a resort in Del Mar, California, where my company is having an off-site meeting this weekend. And you know how I feel about it? Sad. I would much rather be with my husband anywhere than at some fancy, beautiful resort without him. Especially for conference weekend. And I know I'm being a baby, but it makes me want to cry.