I'm so sure...

The first time I don't burn the cookies, and Mandy isn't here to see it. How is she supposed to believe me that I don't always burn the cookies, when she isn't here during the rare chances that they come out right.

Oh, yes, I could take a picture.

See, Mandy? They don't always come out burnt.

But thanks for always eating them even when they do. :)

This broadcast of the Jordan Cooking Channel has been brought to you by Nestle Tollhouse and the letter C.

Hot Carrots

Every once in awhile when my boss has a business lunch, he'll go to Tio Leo's, and it has become recent tradition to bring back hot carrots for me and Heather to munch on as we work. They are soooooo hot, but sooooo good. It's like an addiction. We just keep grabbing for more carrots as we down coke or some other carbonated beverage to take away the sting.

Today he brought us each back a whole quart of them. A whole quart, each. My mouth is on fire and I haven't even gotten through the first layer yet. I think I was developing a cold, but I'm pretty sure the four carrots I've eaten so far have successfully knocked it out of me.

I think we'll be snacking on hot carrots for a long time over here.

Adventuresome Times

Tonight Sonia, Jeremy, and I set out for a night of adventure and rebellion, throwing in a little illegal activity where appropriate. We took nothing but a camera with dying batteries and the clothes on our back, starting out at Balboa Park and ending on Harbor Drive. Here's a recap of the night, complete with visuals:

Adventure 1: The Tree

Rebellious Activity Involved: Climbing a fence to explore forbidden territory; hiding from security while in said tree; swinging from the old and historic branches of said tree...

Mission Status: Complete

Adventure Two: Finding a Stick
Adventure Details: Use the stick to fish out a nickel from a fountain
Mission Status: Failed

Adventure Three: Throwing a Penny Over a Wall and Into a Fountain
Mission Status: Complete

Adventure Four: Analyzing death rates from various heights on suicide bridge
Mission Status: Disputed as to Completion

Adventure Five: Recreating the movie Over the Hedge
Rebellious Activity Involved: Potential Destruction of Property

Mission Status: Accomplished

Adventure Six: Walking the Creepy Tom Sawyer Staircase

Mission Status: Failed (It got too dark)

Adventure Seven: Standing on Your Head in Front of the Fountain

Mission Status: Complete

Attention Frequent Male Visitors of Apartment B22...

Another of my roommates, Sarah Adelaide Dignal is off the market. You may go cry alone now.

Update on the New Shoes

Well, we're off to a rocky start. By rocky I mean an agonizing forty-five minutes of shoe rubbing the tops of my toes raw until I was bleeding through my sock. I couldn't hide the limp as I walked to my car afterward.

You have bested me tonight, new shoes. But tomorrow you will learn submission....

New Shoes

I hate wearing shoes.

I blame my aversion of standard footwear on camp, where the rules state that closed toes shoes must be worn at all times with the exception of your bed, the showers, or the pool. Fortunately, as lifeguard for three summers, I was able to wear my beloved flip flops for half the day, only slipping on those old tennies when dinner came around and for subsequent meetings after.

All of this is to say I don't buy shoes often. I'm not a girly girl who has a million pairs of shoes. Most of my "shoes" are actually sandals in some form. In fact, the only shoes I ever wear serve a specific purpose, i.e., my running shoes and my soccer cleats or the shoes I wear when it's raining (I have this thing about getting my feet wet....). I just don't see the point in dirtying a pair of socks when I much prefer my flip flops. So when I go out and buy shoes it's not just for the heck of it. It is because I absolutely, desperately, can't get around it anymore, must buy another pair because the ones I am currently wearing could fall of my feet at any moment. Because that's pretty much the point my shoes get before I'll give in and spend money on a new pair:

I give you Exhibit A:




















As you can see I had far exceeded that point where I needed new shoes.

I think I could have gone a couple more months on these bad boys except that indoor soccer at school is starting up tonight, and I must admit the duct tape makes me a bit self-conscious. It's fine for running around the block, jogging to my pink ipod. It's completely different to actually wear them out in public.

So I bought me some new shoes and I even wore them to class tonight to break them in a bit before the inaugural game. Good luck, new tennies. I hope we have many good times together, and hopefully you will not end up with the misfortune of your predecessors, whose current home is the kitchen trash. Until tomorrow, when their new home is the city dump....