Seeing Double

This weekend I had visitors!! I know most of you may not care, but this is blog-worthy for me, because it doesn't happen often.

First was my good old friend Chippy and his wife Stacy. I say old because 1. I've known him for half my life and 2. because he's OLD!! He turned 30 on Saturday, so we went to dinner with them Friday night to celebrate.

Then on Saturday, I had my 'brother from another mother' visit!! Yay! Troy, a boy who lived with my family four years ago, is on holiday here from Australia. He joined us for lunch at Firehouse Pizza. ... "When the moon meets her eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore..." And I thought The Pie had a big pizza! 36 inches of yummy woodfired pizza goodness! (The Pie is still better, just so you know.)








Anyway, afterward we bought some tubes and took him sledding for his first time down Old Main Hill (USU Alum will know what I'm talking about). It was a blast! I'm a chicken after last-year's near death experience, so I only went down once. Good foresight on my part since that one time almost put me in a tree. I am not cut out for this sort of thing!


All the same, it was fun to just watch them! But really weird at the same time... Why, you ask? Because Troy happens to almost exactly like my husband! It's like my adopted brother is Jared's long lost Aussie twin.

Don't you think?

My Truck's Bigger Than Your Truck!

I know. Two blogs in one week! Well, what can I say? My husband is out of town for a musicologist conference, so I'm eating junk and watching rubbish... and blogging, apparently. I'm just jealous he's somewhere that's 30 degrees warmer than where I am.

AND he gets a holiday. I still have to work. However, sometimes it's really fun because I get to run errands. And because they're work errands, I get to drive the... (dun dun dun!) 'company car'. And this is where the fun starts!

I get to drive THIS!!


/Sigh/ Isn't it beautiful?! Don't get me wrong - I'm a total girly girl at times - I love painting my nails, watching chick flicks, and trying on ridiculously expensive jewelry and/or shoes... but when I get behind the wheel of this beauty, the tomboy in me starts raging. All the sudden I find myself driving down the street thinking, "Heh heh, my truck's bigger than your truck," or "I'm taller than you are!" or "What kind of man are you, driving a sissy little thing like that?!

It's great fun!! And you should see the looks I get driving this thing! It's hilarious. The men's necks craning, the boy's jealous longing... both showing confusion as to why a little (ok, that's a stretch, but comparitively) girl like me would be driving a beast like this. Why? Because my boss is cooler than your boss. And so is our company car. So there.

Sorry. There I go again...

Behold, the Power of Cheese

Today I did the same thing I did last Thursday. And Friday. And the same thing I plan to do this Thursday and Friday. ...

I ate cheese.

Actually, I do that every day, but it's different on these days. On these days I wait in line (I can be there before most because I don't have teachers holding me back), and then enter a room. I sit down at my little booth next to a couple strangers, and lift a little metal door. A hand - like The Addam's Family's 'Thing' - pushes a tray of cheese and a glass of water through and closes the little door. Then, it's a feast of cheeses! I comment on how much I like them (or don't like them at times) on a computer in my booth. And then when I'm done, I lift the door again and push my empty tray back through. I leave this little room and a nice girl gives me free ice cream!!

This experience is of course not new if you've ever been to a taste test at the USU Nutrition Building. I consider this one of the best parts of living in Logan. You get to give your opinions (which I've got loads of!) on free food, and then they thank you by giving you free food!! Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!

My husband says we should save our coupons for free ice cream scoops to buy a 3-gallon "stand" of Aggie Ice Cream once we've got enough of them. Genius! This is why I married him.

Of course, with all good things, there is bad things... You sometimes have to taste test protein drinks (which all taste like soy and powder) or -- heaven forbid -- Reduced Fat Cheese!! That was last week. And it was disgusting. In the words of Wakko Warner, "Boingy, boingy, boingy!..." Talk about a corner on the rubber industry...

But all things considered, you can handle a taste of just about anything. And the lemon custard ice cream (my favorite) makes it ALL worth while!