Dolphins are just gay sharks.

  1. Whenever I take medicine with soda, I’m worried the medicine and carbonation will combine and explode in my body.
  2. When I get a blemish, the thought that my face is rotting comes to mind.
  3. Last night, I tried to throw away my tissue in the dumpster. I threw away my phone accidentally.
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Yankeeeee Swap

All of these posts are out of order, but who cares.

Before we go to Christmas Eve Mass, the Dorans and my family have a nice dinner and then play White Elephant.

It’s like Machiavelli meets… Christmas.

This year, Ramsey decided to reenact the 2nd season Christmas episode of The Office. He played Michael. The best part of the whole thing was that someone actually gave Christmas pot holders as their gift and Ramsey randomly picked that gift. Christmas miracle?

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First Impressions

So I thought I would share this horrifying story with you. As you know, it’s my last semester and so the last class I needed to take was my Advanced English GE credit. I’m in a class called Writing about the Arts and Humanities.

Class started at 10. I went to the gym early in the morning and spent too long getting ready, plus parking was horrendous, so I got to class ten minutes late. Needless to say, today I’m getting there fifteen minutes early.

I walk in, which the classroom is the size of my living room, crammed with 40 desks, and extra people crowded in every possible space. The only place left for me was behind the door. So after stammering around for a while, I knelt down awkwardly.

After a few minutes the professor (who is in his thirties and just has this intimidating feel about him) says, “It’s ridiculous there aren’t enough chairs in here. Go find one outside.”

Then I laughed a little bit and made a joke which totally bombed, “Oh, I’m fine, I’m just getting in an extra prayer.” (You know, because I was kneeling there with my arms crossed and we are at BYU.) He just stared at me and I knew I needed to go out there and find a chair.

I came back with a clunky office chair but still there was no where to put it. Then I saw a space. Across the room in the front.

There I am with this huge chair. Trying to lug it across with my coat and bag. The professor had to stop and move for me because there wasn’t enough room. I started to laugh because I was just so embarrassed. That just made the tension between the professor and I even worse.

At the end of class, I apologized for the chair, thinking maybe he would laugh about it. Still not a smile.

Then last night, I realized he mentioned some reading that was due for today, so I tried to find the syllabus online. It wasn’t there. That means he must have given out the syllabus in class. So I decided to email the professor.

After apologizing for making such a big disturbance in class again, I asked him for the syllabus. I thought he would reply back with some type of message. At least, I just hoped he would. I need him to tell me it was okay! But nope. No message. Just the attachment.

Now I’m the “Chair Girl” and “Irresponsible Girl” from coming in late my first day and having to already email the professor.

I’m know I’m over thinking all of this. But part of me is so embarrassed, I wish I could switch classes! I even tried to last night, but I would have to get department approval. So I guess I’m stuck.

Maybe I should email him a link to this post?

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Catholic for one night a year

I’ve mentioned this on here before, but on Christmas Eve, my family and the Dorans (our old neighbors who are basically a part of the fam) go to a Catholic church in Cincinnati to hear my dad play the trumpet and my sister play the violin for the midnight Mass. I love this tradition because it puts the focus back onto our Savior and the Priest always has such a touching story to share with the congregation.

It was so special to share this specific evening with T.J. this year. I loved seeing him become a part of my family and so willingly participate in all of our family’s traditions. I’m so blessed to have such a kind (and cute… check out his skinny tie) husband!

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Smoking Patch

Today I wore a Vicks patch on my chest because I have been coughing so much.

1. I feel like it’s a smoking patch.

2. It’s starting to feel kind of weird.

3. I’m worried people are thinking my perfume smells like menthol.

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Trains, Trains, Trains

One of my family’s Christmas traditions is to go downtown Cincinnati for the afternoon to see Santa and all of the other festivities, including the trains at the Duke Energy building. They’ve been doing this display for nearly a century, and we’ve gone since I can remember. It is one of the most magical parts of the season to me. They do almost as good of a job as Elf does in Gimbels.

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Tannenbaum


For those of you who came to our place in December, you saw how our home because a Christmas tree forest. We had three Christmas trees in all. The first one was in our living room with white lights and my new cute Target ornaments, bought by our last Wedding gift-card. I kind of was in love with this tree. From the snow to my mom’s antique bird ornaments that she gave me this year (which are very special to our family), I wish we could have kept it up for longer.

The next tree, which I forgot to take a picture of before I took it down, was a miniature fiberoptic. It was super tacky. But I bought it last year for my apartment and couldn’t help to put it back up again. I put only two ornaments on the top of this tree. They were little angels–a girl and boy–straight from Mexico, which is where Blair brought them for me last year.

And lastly, the third tree was in our dining room. T.J.’s aunt gave us this tree, that’s why we have so many. We put up our personal ornaments that we had accumulated through the years. My Grandmother, Penny, gave me an ornament each year at Christmas, so it was fun to see all of them on our own tree. We also put up T.J.’s ornaments he got on his mission to Micronesia.

(Sidebar: It’s kind of embarrassing how chubby my cheeks were and how horrible my haircut was in this photo. But it calls for a good laugh, especially compared to T.J. normal sized head.)

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New Year. New Style.

Yes. I got sick of my blog again. So, I came up with a new cheesy tagline, which luckily went along with the new focus of my blog AND it matched the title of my blog–Silver Linings.

I’ll still write about everyday things, but everyday I’m going to write about one memory from my past. Hopefully they’re entertaining to you. If not, at least I can count it as journal writing from the ten or fifteen years I missed.

See Mom, I told you I’d eventually write it all down!

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Procrastinating the Procrastinated

I have a lot of posts I need to catch up on this blog and my other two blogs but I’m so far behind that I don’t know where to begin.

When this happens in my journal writing, I usually just give up.

I refuse to let this happen.

I will get back to blogging and get back in the swing of it! But where to start….

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Homecoming

My friend Becca Child is coming home TOMORROW from her mission in Macon, Georgia. Her homecoming talk is this Sunday and a few of us are going up to see her! I can’t wait!

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