Christmas List

I know this is very far in advance, but I decided I only want two things for Christmas. If I can’t have both, I’ll gladly just take the first.

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Giant Zucchini

My ward has a plot of land for a garden and each week our Bishop brings in veggies. I grabbed a giant zucchini.

Okay, it really wasn’t as big as the one in the picture. I don’t actually know that girl or know if that’s a zucchini, but you get the point. It was big.

So, what does one do with such a large zucchini, you ask? Bake 2 loaves and 24 muffins of zucchini chocolate chip bread.

I brought one loaf to work, gave another to a new couple in our ward, took half of the muffins to a family dinner and saved the rest for us to eat for breakfast.

They were delicious and moist, and it was so fun to learn how to use zucchini in a recipe!

Thanks, Betty! What would I do without you?

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Commander in Chic

My friend Heidi posted about her new nail polish, so it made me just have to post about my new nail polish.

It’s called Commander In Chic. Not only is it a unique fall color, the quality really is great. I’ve got a lot of OPI nail polishes because that’s supposed to be the best brand. But I’ve got to say, Sally Hansen’s Complete Salon Manicure Nail Polish takes the lead. It lasted almost a whole week with chipping.

p.s. They sell it at walmart for about $2.00 cheaper than other stores.

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Bangs, pt. 3

So, right about when my bangs finally had grown to an appropriate length after the last incident, I went mental once again.

Same type of story, but this time I already had the bangs. They were getting in my eyes and bothering me.

“Who needs to go to the hairdresser just for a bang trim? I can do that myself!”

I cut my bangs so short that round that I couldn’t even bobby pin them back. I had to use headbands or mass amounts of hair product to pull them back everyday for two months.

(I lost most of my digital high school pictures when I lost my hard drive so I couldn’t find any great ones. But the following photo was taken about three months after the demolition. Three months and they were still so short!)

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Bangs, pt. 2

Back in July I wrote a post about bangs. I have a few more stories about bangs that I would like to write about today.

Let’s see, my friends and I were just starting to drive, so I think we were sophomores when it happened the first time. Everybody was doing this cool swoopy bang thing, and I was so sick of my boring haircut, so I thought, “Hey, why not give myself those swoopy bangs and then I’ll be cool.”

I started chopping. Yes, chop, not snip. Just a good ol’ fashion straight across cutting with scissors meant for paper. I did one side of my part, and then the other side of my part.

Oh, that doesn’t line up…

I did one side of my part, and then the other side of my part.

Wait a second…

I did one side, the other side… you get the picture. That, folks, is the tipping point for tears. I called my best friends, “Uhhh, guys!” They told me to put the scissors down and they’d be there asap to help fix what had been down.

While they were coming over, I convinced myself I knew what I was doing and so I kept chopping. Bad news bears. I’m not a hair dresser and I never will be.

The damage was too much for my friends to fix so we headed on over to Great Clips, except the “G” and the “R” were out on the sign, so that night it was “Eat Clips.” The hairdressers all gathered around and asked, “What the heck were you thinking?” I’ll never forget the humiliation as I tried to tell them what I was trying to do, holding back the tears, bottom lip quivering.

“It all has to go. There’s nothing else we can do.” At first, I thought she meant shave it all off, but I came back to reality, she just meant we’d have to cut some ridiculously short bangs and take about 4 or 5 inches off the rest of my hair so it wouldn’t look hideous.

Moral of the story, don’t cut your own hair unless you know what you’re doing. And when you think you know what you’re doing, believe me, you don’t.

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Pits

As in: armpits. Gross, I know, but it’s a humorous story.

When I was a freshman in high school, I had a horrible problem. I sweated excessively in my underarm region. T.J. calls it hot dog buns, I call it pitting. Call it whatever you’d like. What it was in reality, was pure agony.

It controlled my life. I’m not exaggerating this time. I couldn’t wear certain types of fabric because some would show it more than others. I would wear lots of layers so you wouldn’t see the sweaty arm pits, but in return, it would make me hotter, which would make me sweat more, and then the problem would continue. I’d stand in front of my closet and cry in the mornings searching for something to wear but know that nothing would stop this awful pitting.

Let me paint you an even bigger picture. I’m sitting on my couch watching TV. (Studies have shown that watching TV takes the least amount of energy, even less than sleeping). So I’m being as lazy as one could possibly be, but my arm pits would literally soak my shirt.

Disgusting.

Once in English class it had gone through my cardigan (notice the layers), so I decided to take it off and try to dry out my ol’ T-shirt and cool off a bit. My friend asked me if she could wear my cardigan because she was cold. She put it on and about 30 seconds later, she took it off and asked if I had spilled water on it. I didn’t know what to say,I just beat around the bush searching for some reasonable answer that wouldn’t humiliate my delicate freshman soul.

This went on through my senior year of high school. By this time I knew I had to get help. I had to get medicine. I had to get surgery. I had to do ANYTHING to solve this incessant irritation. Cut out my armpits if you have to, I just couldn’t take it any longer!

So, my mom talked to the pharmacist and she was able to pick up some of this magic deodorant. It’s called Certain Dri, aka Miracle-in-a-Bottle. (Mom’s always know what to do, don’t they?)

Now correct me if I’m wrong, but from what I remember, it doesn’t just deodorize and antipersperate (spelling?), it actually SHRINKS your pores so they don’t sweat as much. Or something like that, I’m not a scientist. All I know is that it worked. I had to use it continually for a few months. And usually after putting it on right after shaving, I’d have to sleep with ice packs under my arm pits because of the burning. But I didn’t care.

It solved my life. It cured my ailment.

Why share this gross story with you? Well, I want to let everyone know that you can get help! Let Certain Dri be the remedy you’ve been seeking for so you can live your life in peace!!!
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Get Excited

I just bought a domain name.

katiederrick.com

It’s not up and running quite yet because I’m learning how to use it and how to have it host my blog and portfolio.

But in the future, it will be my personal designed website!

I can’t wait!

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Ugly.

I utterly hate my blog. I hate the design. I hate the layout. But I don’t know what to do. I tried to redo it today, but I hate it even more.

I’m giving up for the day, so please don’t judge the colors or layout until I’m done.

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The Nanny

Why would anyone ever watch The Nanny? They have reruns on TV Land every night. I can’t understand it. Honestly, even if you liked the story line, how in the world can you listen to that AWFUL voice for more than one second? Sometimes I hear it when I pass through the channels and even that is too long for me.

I’d post a video of what I’m talking about but I don’t want to risk listening to her voice.

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The Nanny

Why would anyone ever watch The Nanny? They have reruns on TV Land every night. I can’t understand it. Honestly, even if you liked the story line, how in the world can you listen to that AWFUL voice for more than one second? Sometimes I hear it when I pass through the channels and even that is too long for me.

I’d post a video of what I’m talking about but I don’t want to risk listening to her voice.

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