Pin Trouble

My Sunday did not go as planned -- I still do not know how the Pioneer Woman met Marlboro Man. Jaclyn's bike distracted me. I forgot how fun bike rides are! And I sort of forgot how to ride one. I thought that was supposed to be one of those forever natural things? All my no-hands abilities have been lost with old age.

But I did find out that the Pioneer Woman's love story is going to be made into a movie, so I'll read it soon. The book is always better than the movie...unless it's Twilight. I'd rather see (just once thank you) Bella look at Edward for a few seconds rather than read about that same gaze for 62 pages.

Tomorrow night is the first time in weeks that all the members of Split This can make it to bowling league, I guess we're seriously struggling with team unity. All the other teams focus on beating the team that they're playing....but with us, Jess just wants to beat Andy and Andy just wants to beat Dave and I just want to beat Jess, and we sometimes cheer when our own team members mess up. That might be why our very first game is still our best score. No way to go but up? To be honest, I just mainly look forward to my weekly game of Pac-man once our two bowling games are finished.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's scores. Unless I don't beat Jess.

My new best friend

First I loved her for her cinnamon rolls.

My editor brought in a pan of cinnamon rolls to our desk meeting last week, and I was not extremely excited...they're one of those foods I always eat because they smell so good but I always regret it halfway through, you know? Because they act like they're breakfast but really they're dessert, so you feel gross for eating them before anything else that day. It's just one of those lessons I have to repeatedly learn because the smell of cinnamon rolls pushes that knowledge out of my mind.

So I ate one. And I LOVED it. There wasn't even a hint of regret during the whole thing. I finished it, too. So naturally I had to ask my editor for the recipe for the miracle rolls, and she told me she got it from The Pioneer Woman. She told me she was obsessed with everything about this woman and that I would be, too, if I wasn't careful. She was right.

This woman has single-handedly convinced me that I want to live on a ranch someday. She's a city girl that fell in love with a cowboy, and now shares her story through hilarious-ness and recipes and photography and storytelling...and I love her. After I told my editor that her obsession was totally contagious, she said I wouldn't truly understand The Pioneer Woman's greatness until I read the story of how she met her husband. She also told me not to start reading it unless I was prepared to not do anything else until it was finished.

And that is my plan for this wonderfully sunny Sunday.

Wake up, March.

I never check the weather. What if the day looks beautiful, but weather.com tells you a blizzard is coming? Then you dress in unnecessary warm clothes, you think you're colder than you really are, and you dread this "expected" storm. Then what happens when the sun stays, and you realize weather.com made a fool out of you? I just like to stay away from the touchy weather-predicting process and keep hope.

Thursday did not help my logic. It did, however, lead me to believe that plenty of other people on campus have my same weather philosophy because I was definitely not the only spring-dressed person when all this snow hit. I think looking out the window in the morning should be more than enough preparation for the day. But sometimes Utah doesn't understand that.

And no one told the ducks. I know ducks don't say or do a lot, but I really could tell these two were confused. Poor little guys. Probably both blaming the other for getting the date wrong, when really it's Utah's fault. Come back, spring...