Totepresh Superman.

This morning started like magic. You see, Pullman is starting to get cold. I don't know how or when it happened, it felt almost instantaneous, one day it's 95 out, I'm sweatin it to get to classes, and the next day I'm at KR's soccer game in the rain! I don't know, but it has been gradually getting colder these past few days. Naturally, when I woke up this morning, I did not want to get out of bed. So I wrapped this bright pink fuzzy blanket (that B bought me for Valentines day years ago) around my cold little shoulders. And then I flew, (or launched whichever you prefer) off of my bed and down to cold earth. Believe it or not, the top bunk is a lot higher than you would think that it is. I went to bed a fragile little girl with an ugly hair bun, and woke up a superwoman flying off of bunkbeds.

Speaking of ugly hair buns, I went and accosted B last night for the state of his room, and the fact that he ate my entire box of Wheat Thins that I left at his house, for dinner. I was a little upset. But basically, as we sat there romantically watching Prison Break, he kissed me lightly saying that my hair looked so cute. I felt so special. WELL. When I got home, the truth was told.

Kath, 2am beauty-glam shots. YUM.

THIS. THIS is what I found. Cindi Loo Hoo is baaaaack! I turned to my roommates, and exclaimed, "B told me my hair looked so cute, and I believed him!!" They just bust up laughing, because it was the least glamorous hair style I think I've ever tried. So good.
Now, I know what B means when he says that things are 'cute.'



After waking up early, doing some school work, I headed off to academia land. I walked up, sporting my wonderful red toms, a homemade bagel in one hand, and french pressed coffee in the other. I thought I was living the good life, only to find that my joyous day of wonder had been crushed. I, received the lowest score that I have ever received on anything. I got a B- on a paper. Well. Let me tell you, that the glorious morning I had walking to school was suddenly a murderous walk to schedule an appointment with the grader. We'll see what happens. Hopefully a smackdown, (probably a polite request for a re-grade).

Then I went and had coffee, with the newly engaged J. It was lovely. We had a wonderful time, and I even killed a pregnant fly with coffee sleeve. It was so slow and so gross. I felt like it was going to birth her dirty fly babies right on my table. Gross. Dead.  Be glad that I did not take a picture. It was bad.

I called my mother today, my brothers grounded again. When I called she pleasantly stepped out of the military office to speak with me. It was great.

Welcome to craft central. 

DAY 2 PHONE PROJECT: What gems have been hiding within my inconvenient phone??

Today as I spoke to the soon to be wedding planner, J, I offered my skills as a seasoned hot glue gunner. I offer this as proof, and I think I'll get the job. This was the day that I almost forgot H's  birthday! It was so scary, but don't worry. This glue gunner got it all done in time. I wasn't worried.


Let this be known about crafty women, we know how to craft, and thus, how to live.

Welcome to Michigan Naulty's!

I found this photo, and all I had written about it was WELCOME TO MICHIGAN. Apparently this was what we first saw as we left the great palouse, and went to the great lakes state.

Thursday's are the day to be thirsty for joy (I also thirst for Lipton tea and for the new book to come out in the Inheritance series, come November 8th, come), so enjoy some joy today. Do a craft. Do it.

To friendships and oddballs

(Jello-product kitchen drawer, right next to the sink, total necessity)

Today is a very special day. Today marks the beginning of the phone project. Everyone has this problem, we see hilarious things, or just weird, or just great things. And we take a picture. But the problem is that they get lost, in our phones, never to be shown to anyone or laughed at. It's probably just because I forget about them, and my phone inconveniently makes me scroll through every single picture in order to find them. So then absolute GEMS, get lost. 

For example, the woman that B and I house-sat for, felt the need to dedicate an entire drawer to jello products. Who would have guessed? Not me.

(When you visit your Grandpa, and you're a pie extraordinaire, you make him a damn pie.
 It's a rule.)

Or the picture of my baker-sister's most beautiful  creation?

(Cutest child ever, or maybe I just feel that way because
there are NO BABIES OR CHILDREN HERE.
Going from working in a daycare, to a
college with no adorable children to fawn over and
then hand back once they smell
bad is driving me nuts!)

Or the photo of the young one at work (I work as a 'snack giver' at the most wonderful day-care in the world), who took a  glorious grab at some treasure right in front of me. She was a little upset about her mother leaving her behind. This kid was like an upset adult in a child's body, she sat in the corner arms crossed, brows furrowed, and pigtails pointing high for the entire first hour of her stay.







These gems would have been lost without my dedication. I, am very much like an archaeologist, because want to bring the past back to life. Speaking of Anthropology, today I was taught the lesson, of how lucky I have been with lecturers. The TA lectured today on Archaeology, and after the third cartoon video with clipart illustrating her points, I was done.

Besides today being the beginning of my phone photo project, today was also a morning of new things for me! You are reading the words straight from the hands of the newest volunteer writing center tutor! Yay. It was actually a lot of fun to help kids learn write good,,,.;/.
In addition to that lovely hour of my day, we got to write translation poems in my English class. They are by far, one of the stupidest things I've ever done. I don't say that lightly, usually I can see some value in assignments even if I don't like them. But no, not this one.

Take the poem:
钱唐湖春行

孤山寺北贾亭西
水面初平云脚低
几处早莺争暖树
谁家新燕啄春泥
乱花渐欲迷人眼
浅草才能没马蹄
最爱湖东行不足
绿杨阴里白沙堤


Write a poem, that is similar to this poem. Do it. WHAT. It's in Chinese. I know, it's stupid.


Today the lovely D cooked for us a stew of carrots and beans and quinoa. It was great. Lots of health. It's amazing how much more amiable all of us women become once food is on the table. All of our mothers would be very proud.

Speaking of Mother's! I got a wonderful care package today, and when I mean wonderful I mean ridiculous. Most children get chocolate in the mail, and I just get butt ointment and a bandaid. Thanks mom. (To be fair, I did have a massive fight with a giant arachnid, and it happened to win, on my butt. It was a nice thought, but come on! Throw in a candy bar or something!)

The rest of today will be filled with going over to Brett's and accosting him for the state of his room.
Wonderful days, Wednesday's.

Creed

The theme of today? Twelve women? Creed, dear god its so bad. Any time anyone says anything SOMEONE responds with a YeeeeAAhhhhh, I swear somehow all the girls in my house, especially KR, were meant to be this mans vocal soul mates.


"I need another RealSimple"
            "YeeeeAAhhhhh"
"I need to poop"
            "YeeeeAAhhhhh"

Another giant leap in the Rockette living, is due to my own personal addiction to Pinterest. It is the most organized and beautiful crafty waste of time that has ever been invented. So far both of my sisters have fallen pray, and five of the girls in my house have fallen prey.  At some point, we realized the value of a picture of us women sitting on our hand-me-down floral couch--pinteresting.
We real cool.

(enjoying RealSimple at opportune moments)

Today, I had to write an object poem for my English class. This class, or any classes right now are not my TOP priority, so naturally I wrote the poem the morning of.  A, a girl in my house provided us with like 20 Real Simple Magazines, and thus we are all taking much longer poo's in the bathroom due to stack of them on the back of the toilet.

THIS is my poem.

Real Simple Magazine

It seems as though, the RealSimple Magazine,

would be
just that.
Simple.
In fact it is not.
It is a rush of cool air, pulsing into my lungs,
with every page
of perfect class.
It is like glue sticks for the perfect art project,
Allowing me the chance load the gun..
It is voice that fills hearts with joy, peace, and crafts.
It connects people like buttons on a sweater,
showing them they are not as different or as
simple
as they seem.
They are beings complex
and classy.
The art of being simple
and elegant
has long been a battle.
RealSimple is the door that opens to the world
of other
simply extraodinary people
all across this
simple
globe.

Five minutes, A+ Poem.
Twelve Girls, A+ Living.

HERRO

OH HERRRRRRRO BRETTRASON.
I don't know when B and I started saying hello (herrrrrroooo) to each other like old Asian men, but the day that we did started a lifetime of joy. It's the best when B will say it in the drive-through of fast food places, and they end up being just that old. asian. men. so good.

SO basically, I may have decided to start a blog. It may or may not be because I live with eleven other women, and with that many hormones going through the house, stories just add up. And some stories, of families and wonderful women of the LORD, must be told. So good. I'm so excited.