The Nutella thief

IT'S SUMMER! Beach, sunshine, picnics, sunglasses, convertables (I wish), & popsicles! & unfortunately.... a summer job. 

Y uno have summer off?!

The elementary school year is over, which means my comfy most perfect job is over too. Anyways, my summer job consists of entertaining a three and half year old named Zoe & and a two year old named Max. I change nasty diapers, make gourmet lunches, force naps, caravan to the park, and watch disney movies all day long. Not too shabby. PLUS I get to be a witness of the hilarious and mischievous things these little devils get into. 

Sidenote: I am utterly in love with Nutella. I LOVE IT. Everyday i'm eatin it. My little cheat of chocolate for the day. So, of course, I HAVE to bring my jumbo sized jar of it with me to the Capsolas house. 

CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT IT.

I had just opened this fresh heavenly jar of Nutella and spread it on some toast. Yum. I twisted the lid back on and set it on the counter. I knew i'd be back for more in about an hour. Max & I are cuddling together in front of the tv watching Max and Ruby, a show that's on repeat in this house for at least 3 hours a day. Zoe sits down next to me. Not regular Zoe. A brown substanced COVERED ZOE! She had it all over her hands, skirt, face, and legs. LAUGHTER was my first reaction, Until I realized she had gotten into the goods. That's right, my Nutella baby.

PROOF!

Here is our conversation:

Me: What's all over your face?

Zoe: I don't know.

Me: Is it Nutella?

Zoe: No.

Me: Don't lie Zoe, did you eat some Nutella?

Zoe: I don't....know.

Me: You'll have to go to your room if you don't tell me the truth Zoe!

Zoe: Okay I DID!!

Me: Did you eat it with your fingers?

Zoe: No.

Me: Did you eat it with a spoon?

Zoe: No

Me: Did you eat it with your mouth?!

Silence...

Zoe: Yes....

My worst nightmare! I love this little girl but she is a grubby little thing and is probably germ infested! She lapped my Nutella out of the jar like she was a dog drinking water. Of course I forgave her and threw the WHOLE jar away. 

YEA RIGHT! I would not waste that shizz. It costs like eight bucks! Shoot. I screwed the lid on tight and put that sucker in my purse so she couldn't pull that stunt again. 

A few hours later I had a craving, so I dug into my black hole of a purse and made me some Nutella toast. Germs and all. I even made cute Zoe some too. :)

The Cookie Dough Challenge

Last night was Monday. Which means...BACHELOR IS ON!

As I'm sitting there soaking up the greatest girl drama ever, I had the BIGGEST craving.

Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream!

Sadly, I didn't have any so I settled for plain ol' vanill. (abbreviating random words is cool now)

As I was standing at the counter, ferociously mashing my vanilla ice cream (wishing it was choc (another abrev) chip cookie dough) into a mushy slop, I was suddenly thrown into a very vivid memory. It was like I was just hanging out in Dumbledore's office and wondered over to the pensieve and stuck my head in.

I time traveled to when I was about 11 years old. My little sister/best bud and I had just finished doing the dishes, so we were allowed to have dessert. But dessert time to us meant "THE COOKIE DOUGH CHALLENGE!" Here are the rules:

1. Both challengers must finish the dishes from dinner and wipe down the counters.

2. Get your own bowl and spoon.

3. No scouting out and scooping which part of the carton you can see the most cookie dough. Punishment: Disqualification!

4. No biting cookie dough balls in half to make them count for more.

5. Whoever has the most cookie dough, not only gets to eat their own cookie dough balls, but also their opponent's cookie dough balls.

Almost every night, we would battle head to head. We'd savagely shovel our ice cream into our mouths and suck out the cookie dough and put them on our napkins. When we finished our ice cream, we'd both count up our cookie doughs and determine the winner. I realize we were pretty wierd and sick, but what little kid wouldn't want DOUBLE cookie doughs!? Let's get real here. Even if they were coated in another person's saliva.

More often than not, I took the trophy and was consuming all of Karlee's cookie dough. Sorry Kar. I'm just a natural at these types of things. What can I say? 

1st Place Winner: Jessica Lakin

After reliving that glorious memory, I was left staring at my plain ol' ice cream wishing it had cookie dough AND wishing Karlee was there to take on another challenge. I was left questioning myself. Would I eat Karlee's germ coated cookie doughs if I won again? Would I not care just like when I was that naive little 11 year old? Could I do it?  

YES!

     Bring it on Kar Kar.

12 Days.

I Know I already posted about Christmas, BUT I'm just so excited! Only 12 days! & only 9 days til I go home! Whoo!

The time when laughing made me feel bad...

I could NOT control my laughter...

Let me set up the scene for you.

My favorite 25 minutes at work is when I get to go into one of the 1st grade classrooms. They are the cutest darn kids ever. It has made me want to be an elementary teacher so much more. Right now they are writing stories about going to the North Pole and how they are going to get there. Super cute.

 I sit in the back of the classroom and if they need help they come see me. Well, i'm sitting there, helping Ashtyn spell "Rudolph" when I hear THE biggest fart, toot, stinker, farfignoogin, flatulent, gas bubble. (You get the point.) And trust me, my family has no shame in letting them out, no matter how big or small, so I know big farts. This one blew me out of the water...literally. Of course, instinct was to look right into the direction of the perpetrator and to start laughing. (Why are farts so funny? I ask myself that question often. haha) There me and Ashtyn are, completely baffled by what we just heard. Me: trying not to laugh. Ashtyn: laughing her head off, pointing and asking, "What was that?" As i'm trying to hold in my laugh, keep a straight face, and help the growing line of first graders spell christmas vocabulary, I couldn't help but look at the sweet little girl who let out such a monster. Or was it the cute little ginger boy next to her? I started to look for clues. The little girl was making fart sounds with her mouth. (Smart yet obvious technique of trying to play it off, I would've just pointed and blamed someone next to me.) But the carrot top was extremely red in the face and had his head down, practically kissing his paper. Who was it? I didn't care. My focus was just to stop laughing. (For those of you who know me, once I get going it's hard for me to stop.) The two suspects were just staring at me, along with the growing line of kids. I could NOT stop chuckling to myself! I felt bad, REALLY bad. But that didn't stop me. As i'm helping my line, I randomly start laughing and the kids look at me like i'm crazy. Luckily, my time was up and I had to go back to my good ol' computer lab. Good thing I got out of there before I made anyone cry. I will never look at those two first graders the same, BUT they did make my day so much better. So, thank you first graders, thank you.

Turkey day is over, and that means...CHRISTMAS!

Have yourself a merry little Christmas!

 

And that means only 2 more months until I get married! :D

I love me a little Country Strong

So last night I was really, really bored (Brady is in and has been in Lifetree for almost 2 weeks now) & I came across a Lonesome dvd titled "Country Strong." Little did I know, It would soon become one of my favorite movies.

Not only was it a good story, but it had a group of awesome actors/singers. Especially this hunk.

                                              
                                                           Especially without a beard!

Little by little, I was switching from my love for rap and hip hop to country music. I don't know if it was his brown cowboy hat, his country accent, or his skin tight Levi's, but I soon realized that cowboy butts now drove me nuts.

Immediately after the movie was over, and rewinding to my favorite parts of course, I busted out my laptop and started searching for all of the songs I liked. Here's my favorite. It's GOOD. I've been singing it all day at work today. I'm not a very good singer, so sorry students if you had the priviledge of hearing me!

After my illegal downlading of the music, I sat in my bed just picturing Brady as a cowboy lassoing me a cow or bull or something cool, and lets just say he looked dang GOOD! I guess it's safe to say my goal is to turn Brady into the biggest country sangin, guitar playin, Levi wearin, hunk of a cowboy. Wish me luck!

All things HARRY POTTER!

For those of you who don't know, I'm a Harry Potter junkie! I don't know where I'd be in life right now without it. (Really though...not joking.) I couldn't possibly make a list of my favorite Harry Potter things, but here's a couple of the list toppers.

            H-P movie #1. THE best. Look how ghetto it is. Love it. (I don't know why it's in spanish, i'm too lazy to go find another picture in english.)

Oh Harry Potter scene-it. So many good memories of going head to head with my sister Karlee. She was probably the only one that would play with me.  I'll never forget those screaming matches or saying "SHHHH" so many times so I can listen to every detail of the scenes. Good times.

The ORIGINAL Dumbledore. RIP to the greatest wizard that ever lived. (Besides Harry of course!)

HARRY POTTER > TWILIGHT

( I enjoy stupid humor...haha)

Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. The best and worst beans ever. Me, Coie, Nicole, Megan, Karlee and Kyle would sit in a circle and blindly pick a bean and HAVE to eat it no matter what. If you guys are reading this, do you remember that?! I usually got vomit or sardines. YUM!

WARNING: Worst kiss ever! Harry needs some practice.

What's better than Harry Potter? Harry Potter cupcakes. I love the ron one.

Speaking of Ron. WHY IS HE SO HOT?! Oh, maybs because he's a ginger.

Yep, you ARE smokin Ronald.



Hmm...I guess I have a thing for ginger babes. Cue Brady. (my soon to be hubby)

          A little Mean girls-Harry Potter humor. Love -it.com

Is anyone else surprised with how Neville Longbottom looks later in the movies? I sure am. He's kind of a babe. Kind of.

Before:

After:

HAHA! I enjoy this.

I'm Currently waiting for this game to arrive in the mail. I used to play it all day err day when I was just a kidlin. I. CAN'T. WAIT.

LOVE little kids in the Harry Potter Spirit. We got to start them young people! Who's gunna carry on all things Potter when we get old and kick the can?! (Thanks for having such a cute kid, Andrea!)

And last but not least, two of my favorite things combined. Kitty's and Harry Potter. You best believe my cat will be rockin this outfit. (As soon as Brady let's me get a cat, but I'll save that for a whole other post.)