Cranberry Juice

Three months ago I bought a container of cranberry juice for a recipe. I only used 1/4 of a cup, so I had a ton leftover. The juice had been sitting in my cupboard for a while, so two weeks ago I decided to drink some. It was fine. Today I drank some more, but straight from the bottle. After a nice 5-6 gulps, I went to put the lid back on and there was green mold floating in the juice. And not just a little bit. I was soooooo grossed out. I immediately tossed the juice and tried to pretend that I didn't just drink mold.

If you are going to drink from the bottle, check the contents first.

Six hours later and it still gives me the heebie-jeebies just to think about. Ick.

Grass and Cement

It is a 1.2 mile walk from my apartment to BYU campus. This Summer I have been walking to campus to save gas money, get exercise, get fresh air, and put less miles on the car. It is pretty great. But when I started, little did I know how hot it would be, or the beating my feet would take. Every single walk up to campus I sweat through my shirt. It can't be avoided. I have now walked up to campus in 6 different pairs of shoes, and every single pair has given me sores/blisters. Even the comfy pairs. I just am not used to walking that distance, especially with sweaty feet.

I have one particular pair of shoes that hurt every single time I wear them. I wore them today thinking "I have band aids in my backpack. I can just bandage the sore spots and it will be fine." Wrong. For whatever reason, the band aids did not help.

After walking in the painful shoes all day long, I finally decided I couldn't take it any more. On the walk home I went barefoot. Luckily, the walk home is purely residential and there is grass in front of every house. But let me tell you, ladies and gentleman, I never knew there were so many types of grass and cement in the world. This was my barefoot journey.

"Okay, this sidewalk isn't that hot. YIKES that got hot fast! *jumps onto grass* Ahhh relief. Hopefully I'm not allergic to grass like I was as a kid. Ouch! This dead grass hurts! Eek! The cement is hot!

You have your regular grass that I was allergic to as a kid, the dead grass that hurts my feet, the really long grass that I'm afraid to walk on because what if I'm stepping on a black widow, or something? You have the one house on the entire journey that has the softest grass to grace this planet, you have the obstacle course grass that is littered with dog poop, grass that is covered in those little poky balls that fall off trees, and wet grass that has been inefficiently watered in the middle of the day.

Then, in between bouts of walking on grass you have all your cement. There is hot cement, cement in shadow that feels alright, but not as cool as grass, cement with gravel strewn across it that feels like walking on needles, and cement littered with sticky fruit from the bush next to it.

The worst part of the entire journey, though, was crossing the street every block. Asphalt. Is. The. Worst. It never wavers in its bad qualities. Asphalt is always hotter than molten lava. Asphalt never has tress to shade it. Asphalt is always rough and hurts your feet. Asphalt always makes the bottom of your feet black. Asphalt always is the worst part of walking anywhere.

Lay's

I went to the grocery store today for one purpose, and one purpose only: Dill Pickle flavored Lay's.

It turns out that Lime flavor and Dill Pickle flavor bags are the same color.

When you take home the wrong flavor, though, you will know that they taste nothing alike. 

Today was a sad day in the life of Amanda.

Instagram

I am always late on the latest social media fads, so I'm an Instagram newbie (about 2 weeks, now). My VERY FIRST comment EVER on a picture, and this happens:

So you're looking at this picture, and thinking, "What? I don't understand."

I was a camp counselor last summer and thetommyeitel was one of my favorite campers. In his picture he is wearing some of the skinniest jeans I've ever seen, so I said "Those skinny jeans, though." Do you see how his picture has 23 comments? Those are all me. 

My phone went crazy and posted my comment over and over and over again.

And over again. About every three minutes. 

I noticed after it had already posted so many times, and tried to rectify my mistake.

But still, not one of those things you want to happen. Especially on a picture of an old camper when you are commenting on their skinny pants.

Curry

When you make red curry with curry paste that expired a year ago you get brown curry. 

My Brain

You know your brain isn't functioning properly when, after you go to the bathroom, you reach for your seat belt instead of the toilet paper. 

Christmas Stocking

"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?"

The age old un-answerable question. I don't really care about the answer, but for a year and a half now I have wondered about my own un-answerable question: "How many hours does it take to finish a cross stitch Christmas stocking?"

6 Seasons plus 7 episodes of Supernatural. That's how long. 

I finished my first stocking in about one year. It was horrible and I hated every minute of it. Except when I got to switch which color I was using because the weird nerdy part of me gets excited about that kind of thing. Not to mention this stocking is one large game of "find the mistakes".

 It is pretty messy on the back (the garland especially)

 Santa's eyes are uneven, and his glasses are lopsided

His arm has ALL sorts of mistakes

 I started on my second stocking immediately after. It was a significantly easier pattern, I learned a better cross-stitching technique, and I started the series "Supernatural" at the same time. I love Supernatural, but it is a little too boring to watch without doing something else at the same time. Every time I picked up my cross stitch I turned on Netflix. 133 episodes later and I have a finished work of art, minus the fact that it isn't actually a stocking yet.

The back is a lot cleaner on this one.

And now we are one big happy family of stockings. YAY.