MOOOOOve Over!

Today Rachelle and I went to the annual Day on the Quad at USU. This is traditionally one of our best recruiting days of the year. Last year we came home with 50 applications. We got there bright and early (turns out earlier than we needed to be there) and we got our table assignment. It was in a terrible spot, right on the corner that we just knew people were going to cut. Then the College of Ag starts to set up next to us and proceeds to plunk this down right in front of our table:Nothing like a double life-sized cow to block your view! After about a 1/2 hour of people walking in front of the cow, and away from us, I finally got up and asked them to please herd the giant bovine back about 20 feet. They were very nice and did just that. I am beginning to think there really isn't a great spot at Day on the Quad. Last year we were placed next to the most annoying Mary Kay sales lady I have ever encountered. I so desperately wanted to take one of our stress balls and bounce it off the back of her head. The year before that we were seated next to some sort of Medieval club who began a sword fighting competition in full chain mail, again, right in front of our booth.

On the plus side we did get 30 applications (yes, less than last year, I blame the beef), lunch paid for by some poor student who dropped money in the grass, Obama 08 signs, and a spiffy farmers tan.

P.S. to earlier posts: There is such a thing as bad cake, it's called fruit cake. I finished The Host without cheating and it was really hard!

Mmmmmmm Cake

I loooooove cake. Generally when people are asked what their favorite food is they will answer with say Italian, Mexican, Indian (although I'll never figure out why on that one). Me I say "CAKE!" There really isn't such thing as a bad piece of cake. Does it have frosting on it? Well then hand it over! I was reading another blog related to cake disasters and they posted this video. I was laughing out loud! Especially at the part about cake in the conference room because it is SO true!

Patience - I have none

This may or may not be something you know about me but I have very little patience. I was that kid who couldn't wait until Christmas and went looking through the house to find Barbie hidden in the bottom of the laundry hamper. I can't for the life of me figure out why someone would wait till the baby was born to find out the sex now that we have the technology to see that sort of thing! Most recently my patience was tested while reading Breaking Dawn. It was an awesome book and I was pacing myself because I knew it was the final installment and once I was done there was no more but it got so tense in one part that I cracked! I went and read the end! Yes, I'm terrible that way. I've cheated on tons of books, even movies. I was watching Definately, Maybe the other day and I went to the end, found out who the mother was then went back to where I was and continued watching the movie. I'm pathetic! But really, what's the use of me wasting my time if it's only going to have a crappy outcome? The only book I can think I haven't cheated on was the last Harry Potter book and I am currently reading The Host and I haven't read ahead on that one yet. I am terribly impatient. My mother-in-law on the other hand has the patience of Job. I told Kent the other night that she and I need to combine our patience and then split it back in half equally. That way I might not ruin the end of every book I read and she might get her bathroom remodel finished.

My Neck Belongs to Edward

Friday night as Kent and I lay in bed I was telling him how excited I was to go and get "Breaking Dawn" the next morning. I also told him about my friend Andrea's blog and how she had the saying "My heart belongs to my husband but my neck belongs to Edward". Saturday morning I woke up with this:
These two little zits on my neck to which Kent said "you look like a vampire bit you". Maybe he did. Maybe Edward snuck into my room Friday night for a small snack. Maybe I am in for some days of agony followed by eternal life. Guess I won't be seeing any of you until the next rainy day.