I'm Incomplete Without my Bosch

I am slowly starting to realize that college life is nothing like life back at home. Everything I do on a day to day basis here, is much more strange and unique. For example, about three weeks ago I cooked some cinnamon rolls which I was so excited for! It was the first BIG meal that I was going to make for my roommates and I was excited to show off my cooking skills and have them taste some delicious food. So before I jump to the end and describe how embarrasing this attempt at cooking was, to fully appreciate the blood, sweat, and tears that went into this, you must know the events that led up to it. On Saturday night I decided I was going to make the cinnamon rolls up so that when I woke up in the morning I would be able to put them straight into the oven... Easy right? So first, I collected all of the ingredients needed for the recipe. CHECK. Then I collected all of the necessary "tools". Pan. CHECK. Oven. CHECK. Measuring cups. CHECK. Bosch.... I realized that I was missing my main "tool". What now? Do I have to mix with a spoon... or my hands? Is that even possible!? Well, after I had my little freak out session and got over my withdrawls over my Bosch at home, I was relieved to find that Chloe's mom sent her with a hand mixer! I was so happy... or so I thought. I started to add the ingredients into my plastic bowl, then I turned on the hand mixer, put it in the bowl and wouldn't you know! There was no lid on the bowl, and before I knew it there was flour flying through the kitchen, eggs spraying on the walls, and tears falling from my face. I quickly turned off the mixer, and started to realize that this was not going to be as easy as I thought. To try and solve my lid problem, I set the bowl in the sink so that the ingredients could fly around in there instead of all over the kitchen. Problem solved :) After a long night of disasters, the next morning I was relieved to have the cinnamon rolls made and ready to pop in the oven.  I set the timer for 30 minutes and figured I would hear the alarm if I went and got ready for church while they were cooking.  Well... 10 minutes went by... 20... 30... 40... 45... and then I thought to myself "Wow it's been a while.  I wonder if the cinnamon rolls are almost done".  I went into the kitchen and of course, the timer had gone off about 15 minutes ago!  I quickly turned off the oven and pulled the charcoled cinnamon rolls out of the oven.  I was laughing and crying at the same time, thinking about how disastrous this whole situation had become.  I wasn't going to be able to show off to my roomies how good these cinnamon rolls were supposed to be.  Although the rolls were black and as hard as a rock, I wasn't going to let them go to waste after all I had been through... and neither were my roommates.  I kept apologizing to them and telling them they didn't need to eat them, but they were polite and still agreed to try them.  As we sat down I watched all of their faces to see their reaction to how absolutely gross this breakfast was.  Chloe bit into them and of course was sweet and said "Oh... these are really good!  If you just eat the top and not the black parts it's not too bad!"  Skippy just shrugged her shoulders and said "Well these aren't too bad".  And then there was Tiffany, who didn't say anything and just sat in silence while picking off the charred tops of the cinnamon rolls.  Well... three weeks have passed by and believe it or not, but we just threw out the remaining rolls!  I was so stuborn that I refused to throw them out because of all the hard work and trauma that went into making them.  I hope this is a learning experience and not a sign from God that I will be a terrible cook all my life.  I know I am dramatic and talk about how terrible and painful making cinnamon rolls can be, but honestly there was more tears from laughing, then there was from the trauma... and I hate to say, but it was so worth it :) 

I Absolutely Love Being LDS

Well I had my very first Sunday up here in Logan, Utah!  I am so used to being in my home ward back in Castle Rock, so I was a little bit skeptical about what my ward and stake would be like.  Luckily being in Utah means there is a church on every street you walk down!  I was so excited when I saw where my dorm was because right across the street, I kid you not, there is an LDS church... but wouldn't you know!  Apparently it is not where my ward meets.  We instead meet in what we call the "Toaster Building" (one of the better known churches on campus because of it's strange resemblance to a toaster).  My first reaction to this was "What the heck!? There is a church across the street that would be much more convenient!  Plus, I wouldn't be laughed at when I tell people I go to church inside of a toaster."  But I will admit, that although the Toaster is a 15 minute walk away and miserable to travel to in hot weather while wearing a skirt and heels, I couldn't ask for a better ward. And if that means I need to wake up just a bit earlier, wear flats, and coat a bit more sunscreen on every Sunday, it is worth the sacrifice!   I have the greatest stake and Bishopric I could ask for.  To be honest though, I hope no one remembers me because then maybe I will have less of a chance of being called to a crazy calling such as... Relief Society President.  However, I couldn't have asked for a better Sunday!  I was blessed with such great roomies that I was able to trek to church with and have family dinner and prayer with:) 

Our building even had fort wars where each floor built their own fort out of boxes!  I am still not really sure what the point of it was and unfortunately ours was pretty much voted as the worst, BUT I'm over it.

I am fortunate enough to live two miles away from the Logan temple and I had the opportunity to go on a run with two of my roommates to the temple grounds, which was a perfect end to a perfect day :)

 

Goodbye Castle Rock, Hello Logan

First week here in the college life and I can't complain.  I've slept in until 12pm almost every morning so far and then I am faced with the decision whether I want to go walk for MILES in the 90 degree weather and explore campus... or I can stay in my 80 degree dorm room while looking at all the food I want to eat, but probably shouldn't.  This is when I start to miss my heavenly home back in Castle Rock.  There are a few things that I absolutely cannot live without in my life:  Air Conditioning, good food, and family.  And if you couldn't guess... I have NONE of those.  I live in a dorm of six girls, which some might think must be miserable, but there are actually a few perks.  I was blessed with roomates that have more money than I do and bought us cable. Hallelujah!  Also, our fridge is PACKED with food :)  I can thank my mom for buying me enough food to last me my whole college life.  I easily have more food than all my roomates combined.  One of them actually asked "Where do you get all of this food!? Every time you walk in the door you have more groceries.".  I think they will quickly learn that I LOVE my food :) 

My food takes up about half of the fridge and freezer...











There's my cupboard of food...



 And then there's my roomates cupboard...

Another wonderful thing about having five other roomates is all the fans they provide.  Every room you walk into has at least a few fans, making you feel like you just entered into a tiny twister, with your hair blowing everywhere and your eyes drying out.  But I can't complain because it's better than being covered in sweat.

Basically, I am loving college life!  Of course I miss my family, friends, and beautiful Colorado... but I'm content living in Logan for a little while with my new family :)