Friends

Someone once told me about there blog post concerning friendship and their criteria for a friend. I read it and I agreed. Other people didn't like it as much; they did not meet the standards set. Facebook friends are not my good friends. My best friends are the ones I see as often as we can. To the ones who poke me when they sign, I don't know what that means, but if I were a balloon I would be deflated by now. Facebook takes to much of my time. It has it's place, I have mine. I like to keep it that way. My best friend in the whole world doesn't have a facebook. I like that. All of my best friends don't need facebook cause I see them a lot. And if I do not then it is time to change that.

Growing up one of my really good friends was alway told before he went to bed the family motto: "Taylors always choose good friends." I have always tried to be his good friend. If he chooses me and I choose him we would both be good friends, right? I have the same motto, but for myself. I choose good.... Good friends, Good food. Good things. The people around me are good. So that means I am good too. I have always thought of others as better at loving me than I was at loving them. Or that others knew what they were supposed to do early in life so they must be better. I have realized over the last few months that I am good, because I like to do good things, be around good people and be good at what I do. I am good. And that feels good.

Go Green

Halloween is this next weekend. This will be crazy cool. I narrowed my costume choices. Ethan helped me out with the specifics and google got me the templates. Michaels got me the materials. If all else fails I will be the Green Lantern.

Chef's Table

I am very lucky. I have a job. I am very grateful and happy to have bread winning taken care of in the near future. I work at the Chef's Table. It is one of the most demanding and rewarding jobs i have ever had. I worked today form 3:30 to 10:50, and my legs are thrashed cause I rush the whole time that I am on my feet.

The food is great, but really I don't even get a discount, so sadly I can only make sure you get everything hot and  fast. Come in, if you are up to the prices. It will be worth it.

Later, ty.

New Cookbook

I have the best Mom ever. She is the coolest and most talented person I know.

I love cooking and music because of my mom. She always helps me to know how to get everything just right as I make cookies, or mac and cheese. Or how to fix it when I really mess them up really bad. It only took me three very sad batches or chocolate cookies. She definitely helped me get my cookies right after that.

Well I just received a copy of the coolest cookbook. And it is by my mom. She took all of her favorite recipes and put them all together. Many of them are not her own but she has put some of my favorites in there and they are the best cause she made them her own. (and now mine too!)

The most different part of it... it is all digital, and my mom just gave me a web address  to get all of her
recipes.

So now all of my free time over the last 2 days has been spent printing my favorite recipes and putting them into sheet covers. I am putting together a cookbook for two of the coolest people ever. So this is for you Whitney and Mo.

So I was not having a good week last weekend. It seems that when I have a lot of good things coming my way, or at the end of a great day, things seem to go downhill.

That was last Saturday. It was not the best. It turned very quickly. How, you may ask? Invite friends over and have fun...With the best breakfast ever: Pumpkin pancakes and Maple whipped cream.

I love pumpkin pancakes, but this time we omitted the ginger butter and substituted a very sweet whipped cream, using a cup of heavy cream and adding maple syrup to taste. The best part was the animal shaped pumpkin pancakes!!

Pumpkin Pancakes with Ginger Butter

If I had to, I could go without my computer for a month

There is way to many sites, email lists, groups, followings... I like seeing someone and being there friend. It works to pick up a phone and call. Skip the message on facebook skip the that button to share and come over and share it with me already. Start by not turning it on. People can get a hold of me by phone, if they didn't get my number then I didn't want to talk to them.

Squishiest Carpet I've ever had

I had a wonderful experience this morning. I awoke to the beautiful sound of rushing water. This was so refreshing until I found that my defective apartment had once again led to major disaster.

The soothing sound was none other than that of the small, yet strong fresh water hose leading into the back of the toilet reserve tank in the empty room opposite mine. I quickly sloshed through the living room ad bedroom to the bathroom to get sprayed with water (thankfully clean), in the face. I reattached the hose and went to get clean laundry from my laundry bag in my closet.

Sidenote: this next occurrence is very typical of my stay at Coventry apartments... it gets worse.

I go into my closet to find that atrociously familiar "squish, squish." My toilet had leaked under the wall of the bathroom into my closet. Not the clean water either. I quickly washed my feet threw on sandals and squished back in to save my newly washed clothes. The clean untouched clothes on the bed, the tainted clothes back to the laundry. I then pulled my paper missionary planners from 2/3's of my mission from the floor to find them soaked completely through. (They had been stacked nicely in the corner to stay safe.)

I call my apartment manager, who is out of town. He calls maintenence who is going to get there in 7 or 8 hours. I leave to take care of my things. 10 hours later i get a text saying that the maintenance is held up they won't come till tomorrow. They come and say there is a leaky seal, and that they will be back later. I stay out of my closet and wait for maintenance to clean or replace the carpet; they never do. I call the manager tell him about the very pungent mildew smell and ask he get it clean or replaced. He called me, from the inside of my apartment, and said he smelled nothing and that I needed to just buy a fan and blow air on it till it dried. As he left my apartment he informed me that my apartment was filthy (rememberme throwing my clothes everywhere) and he would be coming back to inspect my apartment this week.