95/365: Lists

I'd be lost without lists. Lists give me direction.

Lists make me feel accomplished. Lists also make me feel overwhelmed.

It's a love-hate relationship.

94/365: Carpal Tunnel

My poor wrist has been aching nonstop since saturday. I've noticed that it happens right after midterms and lasts until finals are over. I have about ten minutes of relief every morning before it begins to ache again.

Typing, incidentally, is not very helpful to the aching of my wrist.

Even when I am doing absolutely nothing, like driving to school my wrist hurts. I have tried like every possible position that my wrist can be in and nothing helps. Any other time I would be more than happy to oblige and cease all typing for a week. From midterms through finals this is not an option. Not. An. Option. I've got to write papers! And blog!

93/365: Schmixer Mixer

I have been plotting about how to get my hands on a KitchenAid Stand Mixer. Everyone swears by them. They last forever. They also cost A LOT of money. Which is why I don't have one.

No more. My grandma gave me hers. I didn't even know she had one. Turns out they weigh a ton and she only used her once because it was so bulky and difficult for her to maneuver by herself.

Of course, this thing is ginormus and takes up literally half of my kitchen counter.

It's totally worth it though. It saved me a ton of money and maybe it will just mysteriously pass on some of her cooking skills to me.

Sounds like a plan.

92/365: Matchy Matchy

After only seven months of marriage, Seth and I have reached a new threshold of marriage....matching shoes. Must be true love.

91/365: Uncle Seth

Uncle Seth.

The man who in one breath claims he hates babies and in the next says that babies are the cutest beings on earth. The one who says, "what a cute little tongue." Or, "look at those cute little fingers."

Ah, Uncle Seth. He's a fickle man. He has baby fever, he just doesn't know it. Yet.