After a long day of running errands today with my dad, we pulled into the driveway to see snow that had been melted sitting on the driveway. Now, I have been raised in the art of sidewalk shoveling. My dad raised us 6 children to keep the walks shoveled always. If you shovel in the morning, then the sun will melt the rest during the day. So automatically my dad got a shovel and got to work. I carried the groceries in and went back out and started shoveling when my dad said.....
"Mal. go inside and do....womanly things"
So I went inside and made quesadillas and quacamole
I just finished my last final. I got to school at 6 am this morning, wearing makeup and not wearing sweats, which was a big first for me. So now I'm done. DONE. I have this running joke with Becky, where anytime I think of something fun or otherwise awesome to do I always say (and now Becky always says too) "Let's do it over Christmas break." So Christmas break has begun officially, and since I added a blog post to the list about 15 minutes ago, I'm coming right along with my list. Also on the list: see New Moon again, eat strawberry fruities, deep fry something in my mom's (dad's) new deep frier, watch It's a Wonderful Life, journey to Newton, bake/cook something Christmassy, and watch some good SNL clips among others. So to start you off, Becky showed me this the other day and I cannot stop watching it.
makes me a self-proclaimed relationship expert. It only takes someone close by experiencing greater heartbreak to remind me how dramatic I really am. It's hard to watch someone go through something I went through 4 years (infinity) ago. My message is simple: he only breaks up with you when he doesn't want to date you anymore.
There's something else I'd like to talk about. Rubber rain boots. They're not appropriate to wear to church. Or to school. Or out in public. I will accept their wear for milking cows and other such farm work, gardening, or severe rainstorms. Even if they're made by Burberry.