Cause who doesn't love to see me dressed up as a werewolf?
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Random Fact of the Day
I've had the skirt that I'm wearing today since 9th grade. No joke, I've had it for 10 years.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sugar Cookies
Considering my love for sugar it should come to no surprise to anyone that I love sugar cookies. Homemade are definately my preferance but there are some delicious store bought alternatives.
Confession: I have ate 2 large sugar cookies already today. NBD.
Where these cookies came from is a grand story. Last night I went to my new wards fhe. I say new ward but I've been going faithfully every Sunday and gone to every FHE activity the last 2 months. I've even taught Relief Society. This last Sunday my records were finally transferred over. So back to the FHE activity. They were decorating sugar cookies to take to people who were inactive along with a flyer of upcoming activities. I happily decorated the cookies. Fast forward to this morning. I'm pulling out of the garage headed to work and my dad runs over with a plate in his hands. It was a plate of cookies from my ward that they left on the front porch last night. I don't know how I feel about that. While I am grateful for the cookies I'm not inactive, I go to all of the activities, I went to last night's activity, I talked to people, and it's not like I'm unknown.
Oh well, I'll just be the one eating her plate of sugar cookies.
Confession: I have ate 2 large sugar cookies already today. NBD.
Where these cookies came from is a grand story. Last night I went to my new wards fhe. I say new ward but I've been going faithfully every Sunday and gone to every FHE activity the last 2 months. I've even taught Relief Society. This last Sunday my records were finally transferred over. So back to the FHE activity. They were decorating sugar cookies to take to people who were inactive along with a flyer of upcoming activities. I happily decorated the cookies. Fast forward to this morning. I'm pulling out of the garage headed to work and my dad runs over with a plate in his hands. It was a plate of cookies from my ward that they left on the front porch last night. I don't know how I feel about that. While I am grateful for the cookies I'm not inactive, I go to all of the activities, I went to last night's activity, I talked to people, and it's not like I'm unknown.
Oh well, I'll just be the one eating her plate of sugar cookies.
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