This is the funniest part of "Music & Lyrics", so save yourself some $$ and watch the link. It captures the '80s so perfectly. I must say it was a little more fun on a gigantic screen, but this will do.
Jamie is my blogging mentor. She was the catalyst to using this mode of communication for my trip. Thanks for inspiring me to have my own. You're the best!
Tonight was Sister Night, a weekly Thursday night tradition for the Baker girls for the past two years. We make 
cookies, talk about life, and laugh at our family heritage. One funny thing about me we laughed about tonight is how I will make a gigantic deal over small things, such as not wanting to pay an extra 50 cents for a waffle cone. However, I will run out and purchase an $100 hair straightener for my sister in order to make her happy about her haircut. These are the mysteries of being Suzanne. 
Two stories of the day that made me laugh at myself (and I think others laughed at/with me). The first was I turned the speaker on my new global phone on when answering a phone call and didn't know how to turn it off. Because I just happened to be running an errand to Circuit City where there is a Verizon Wireless booth, I humbled myself and asked for help. The gentleman at the counter had only a slight condescension in his air. There was another woman at the counter who empathized with me. I still got out of there in a hurry, but laughed about it later
The second story has to do with the traditional baking of the Sister Night cookies. Every week it seems the cookies turn out differently, usually having to do with the Baker responsible. Tonight, Meredith and I were it. I was responsible for mixing the liquid ingredients and her for the dry. When tasting the dough, we commented about the difference. They, of course, still tasted good. However, being Bakers, we needed to analyze WHY the difference. Meredith's theory was a possible different formula in the usual margarine used (Blue Bonnet). I theorized it must be that we made a double batch. As Meredith listed the measurements for ingredients, she started with eggs. It was then that (light bulb goes on) I realized: I never added any eggs. The part of this story that made us laugh hysterically was how our theories were so complicated and the reason was actually very simple. Ahh. . . the life of being a Baker.
cookies, talk about life, and laugh at our family heritage. One funny thing about me we laughed about tonight is how I will make a gigantic deal over small things, such as not wanting to pay an extra 50 cents for a waffle cone. However, I will run out and purchase an $100 hair straightener for my sister in order to make her happy about her haircut. These are the mysteries of being Suzanne. Two stories of the day that made me laugh at myself (and I think others laughed at/with me). The first was I turned the speaker on my new global phone on when answering a phone call and didn't know how to turn it off. Because I just happened to be running an errand to Circuit City where there is a Verizon Wireless booth, I humbled myself and asked for help. The gentleman at the counter had only a slight condescension in his air. There was another woman at the counter who empathized with me. I still got out of there in a hurry, but laughed about it laterThe second story has to do with the traditional baking of the Sister Night cookies. Every week it seems the cookies turn out differently, usually having to do with the Baker responsible. Tonight, Meredith and I were it. I was responsible for mixing the liquid ingredients and her for the dry. When tasting the dough, we commented about the difference. They, of course, still tasted good. However, being Bakers, we needed to analyze WHY the difference. Meredith's theory was a possible different formula in the usual margarine used (Blue Bonnet). I theorized it must be that we made a double batch. As Meredith listed the measurements for ingredients, she started with eggs. It was then that (light bulb goes on) I realized: I never added any eggs. The part of this story that made us laugh hysterically was how our theories were so complicated and the reason was actually very simple. Ahh. . . the life of being a Baker.
Travel update: The Middle East part of my trip is confirmed. Now I just need to get a Syrian visa. Off to the Syrian Consulate in Newport Beach (of all places!) tomorrow.
2 comments:
That's a weird place for the Syrian consolate! Hmmmm...
Oh...and I definitely need to steal Hugh Grant's "jumping at the keyboard" moves. He's got some mad skillz.
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