I've Been Burned

Yesterday the National Honor Society held our 3rd annual car wash.  We called it "Suds for Service."  I though that this was a clever title, but some people saw the signs and posters and misread, thinking we were offering "STUDS for Service" which is a little awkward.  

So, yesterday from 3 pm-7 pm we washed cars and had a  generally good time.  This morning we continued our car wash from 10 am-2 pm.  I tell you these details because now you know how long I was out in the sun.  I wore a shirt with cap sleeves so that I would have a decent line on my arms.  I wore shorts so my short little legs could get crispy, and I wore some oh-so-cute flats.  My face is okay because I was wearing a hat, but my lips are a lovely shade of red, swollen and sore.  My arms are lobster-esque.  My legs are all sun-rashy.  What else?  Oh, right.  My feet.  My feet are more burned than I ever thought possible.  There is a white strap on the each foot, but for the most part these little feet of mine are bright red.  I tried to wear another pair of shoes to the dance tonight, and the change of strap hurt horribly.  (I am trying to be ultra descriptive because I don't have a camera! :)

What's more, I have those amazing hot and cold flashes that accompany a good sunburn, so I have to stay wrapped in blankets.  I washed dishes tonight and it made me feel like there is no way I can take a tubby until this primary color leaves my skin.

Overall, the car wash earned the National Honor Society over $25o, which is an incredible success.  And, I have experienced my first real sunburn of the season, which has to happen sometime.  

Please feel free to respond to this post with an answer the following:

-Have you been burned recently (literally or figuratively)?  Details would be great!

Selling Myself...Short

On Monday of this week I posted myself on Craigslist.  I was curious about the kind of response I would get on something like that, as opposed to ldssingles.com (which yes, I tried for a few months...it was LAME).  My post read as follows:

"I have set a goal for that I will go out on at least one date a week before my 25th birthday. This is an ambitious goal, and it means I have to be a little more bold than usual.  Help a lady out! Ideally, I will find one guy. . . and date that same man each week, but I am up for an adventure. I am not looking for you to treat every time; we can split a bill.  And a good date is not necessarily an expensive one. :)  

I am 24, currently working in the education field.  I have a Bachelors degree and am earning a Masters.  Mostly, I just want to start making time for a social life.  I live just south of Utah County, and am willing to drive to meet you in the middle.  Let me know if you are interested."

I know.  Perhaps even more awkward than my zipper down.  Here's the thing, though: I received about 50 emails in response.  No lie.  It was shocking.  Here is my theory on men (and I would love for someone to try to talk me into something different): 

THEY LOVE TO HELP!  Give them a goal, and they are all over it.  Plus, there is no fear of commitment because its just one date.  A lot of them responded with such words as, "That sounds great!" or "I would love to help you meet your goal." or "Name the time and place."  I was so panicked with the response that I removed the craigslist post and didn't reply to any of them.  Today, I received an email from someone in Mona, offering to meet me in Nortonville (halfway...) AWKWARD!  He even asked if I "happened" to teach English, which basically means that he knew it was me.  

So, my week was basically full of slip ups and uncomfortable moments.  I would love it if you would send some advice my way!

Cheers!

Umm, awkward. . .

Today I successfully taught 15 minutes of Advanced Composition with my zipper down.  That's right.  I was wearing my chocolate brown capris, my brown flats, etc.  My hair was pulled into a trendy side bun, and I was looking cute!  I made a huge deal of getting their attention at the beginning of class so that I could have all eyes on me.  They brainstormed, we flourished, and then I regrouped them.  One of my girls said to me, "Miss Cook, I need to talk to you."  I walked over to her desk and noticed a look of terror in her eyes and realize that she was TERRIFIED of telling me something embarrassing.  At that moment, I realized that my zipper was down.  I said, "Oh, man.  That's awkward," and proceeded to do up my pants.  She said, "I didn't know what to say" and I assured her that I would much rather her tell me than let me go on teaching. Case closed? 

Not so lucky!  At the end of class, a male student said, "Oh.  Was your zipper down then?  I couldn't tell.  I kept looking to try to figure it out.  I thought maybe it was just the style of your pants."  AWKWARD!  

Dear reader: please!  Tell me something embarrassing that you have done lately.  Make me feel better! :)

Say Cheese

I pretty much love this picture.  I was just browsing through my England photos and I realized that one of my favorite of the batch is a cheese sign.  I know, it's a little odd, but look at the composition of this photo!  Mind you, I did not create this lovely cheese sign against brick wall concept, but I am appreciative of it all the same.  Plus, it matches the colors of my blog.  While I was in England last summer, Martin offered me a variety of delicious cheeses of which to sample. It was cheese heaven.  

Also about cheese: my roommates thinks that cheese is the most perfect addition to practically any dish.  Just as dad eats cheese with his cookies (yes, like a sandwich), Nancy will put cheese with any other item and call it a meal.  She definitely needs to travel to England  to taste her cheese options, or at least get out of Nephi, where one has to go to buy actual cheese.