It's been an eat-grilled-cheese-while-watching-the-olympics-and-finish-binding-my-quilt kind of week. The good news is i'm almost done with a quilt I finished in high school. Hand-stitching the binding has been more of a beast then I thought. Maybe that's why I have put it off for a solid 3+ years. I have been gushing over this quilt though. (pictures and a post to follow when it's actually completely finished.)
and now the most random stories of the week:
My roommate gets out of class when I'm off work and we drive home together. This week I had to meet with my Bishop right after work so I just brought a skirt to throw on in the car. I had no time to waste so while I was waiting for Paige I started changing. (I realize a quite populated parking lot in the middle of a college campus probably wasn't the best place but I was feeling extra daring plus I was kinda in a time crunch.) I saw paige coming toward the car with a friend right when my pants were off. My internal thoughts went as follows. There's Paige! wait, who's that? Surely this friend of hers just parked over here and isn't going to get into my car. Oh my gosh I think she's in our ward. Paige offered her a ride. Awesome. Then when the doors flew open I loudly stated: "I'm not wearing pants" because WHAT IF I didn't say anything and one of them did? Then the 3-minute car ride seemed more like 15 minutes of uncomfortable-small-talk-pretending-to-ignore-the-fact-that-I-was-pants-less. How's that for a first impression? You know, I'm just really glad it wasn't a male. Praise the Elementary Education Gods-the major with only 3 boys. That is the first and probably only time I will ever say that.
Then today in class my teacher was going over our test results from earlier in the week. I got to class late and right when I was walking in he was discussing how there were a couple of students whom he would invite to read their essays as an example, to the class, of what a well written answer included. In my head I thought of a handful of students who would surely qualify. Then my professor says, "Megan H, would you be willing to read your essay for prompt number 1? (I haven't been called Megan H since 4th grade so it's strange and endearing all at the same time) I looked at the other Megan, then everyone was looking at me. I guess I am Megan H. I was trying to act like it was normal for me to praised by the teacher in front of the whole class...but soon realized there was no hiding how shocked I was. Guys I go to college!
Also because it's valentines day I sent my nephews and my little sisters a little valentine with a one-dollar bill in it because I have just come to terms that I am THAT sister/Aunt who is going to buy their love. And I think it's working. (plus right now they think one dollar is GOLD!)
Here's to a weekend of birthdays and baby showers and a mountainous get-away in the cutest cabin. (it seriously looks like it came straight out of a romance novel)
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