This time next week I'll be back at school. Well technically I'll be at the main campus of my university for a Board meeting - but school will have started. Not only does that mean that I've got shiny new binders, fresh pens and a box full of lined paper, it also means that it's packing time. Packing time is obviously my favorite time of year, I love it almost as much as I love unpacking (insert sarcasm!). While I am so excited to get back to school and my normal routine of living at the library - no sarcasm here, I am probably one of the few that love school, love spending time in the library and love reading - there is nothing I hate more than packing and unpacking.

Not only will I have to go through my room at pack up what I think it necessary to take back with me, I also have to go through the mountain of boxes that I packed up an stuck in the basement when I moved home last year. This is a three day job if I work efficiently and don't procrastinate, which we both know isn't going to happen.  I am the Queen of Procrastination when it comes to packing, especially when I've finished work for the summer, started watching Friday Nights Lights and have fallen in love with Taylor Kitsch. I mean who wants to pack when you can watch Taylor and the other stunning cast of Friday Night Lights? I can actually blame one of my professors for this newfound love of this show. She watches it religiously and recommended it to myself and another classmate.. now we are both hooked and will fight to the death for Tim Riggins. 

On a completely non-hot and sweaty football note, I spent the day with my Nan on Tuesday and learned how to make the most delicious home-made bread. It was so nice just to spend the afternoon with my Nan and have her tell me stories from when she was my age AND she let me take home most of the bread. It was pretty much a win-win situation all around. So tomorrow I am going to start the all day process of making bread on my own and see if it turns out half as good as my Nan's does. All of my friends are super excited for this because they are under the impression that I will be making homemade bread for them all the time as school this semester. That will only happen if they put an oven in the library!

Baby Jace!

Welcome to the world Baby Jace :)

This handsome man is the newest addition to our family. Mommy and baby are ecstatic and Lauren told me she didn't punch anyone during labor! I figure that's a good start to motherhood! 

I feel as though I should give a little update on my life aside from the 101/1001 list! 


My parents just got back from a trip across the province, which meant that my brother and I got to spend a little quality time together. We cooked some meals, watched some TV and had a half an hour discussion on which restaurant to order from when we didn't feel like cooking, or well I should say when I didn't feel like cooking. At 19 my brother has only mastered the skill of cooking salmon and KD (a very odd combination) but neither of which I am particularly fond of. Also when my parents are out of town I don't have to fight my dad for the coffee pot at 9am ( he drink decaf - what's the point to drink coffee if it doesn't have caffeine?)  

Other than that I've been working mostly, which has been very frustrating this week. Sometimes I feel as though I'm the only person who really works at my job and does what's supposed to be done. See, we don't really have a supervisor at work all of the time, but since I've been there for 5 consecutive summers and am the oldest by 3 years I was designated supervisor by the manager. But when you're only a few years older than everyone and there isn't always that much work to do it's hard to get them motivated when there is actually work to do. Also, some of the girls that I work with aren't the most responsible which resulted in my 5 hours shift tomorrow changing into a 9.5 hour shift -  meaning I had to give up a shift at a different job. So needless to say I am really looking forward to a relaxing, uninterrupted weekend off with my boyfriend. 

I'm also trying to remember to bring my camera with me more often so I can take some of my own pictures for my blog rather than stealing others photos (today's visual aids are courtesy of Chasing Pavement). 

Day Off Closet Adventures

Instead of relaxing or baking cupcakes in the afternoon, or even cozying up with a good book, I convinced my mom to clean out her gift/Christmas closet. 


Background: When I was in high school I moved into a room in the basement for more 'privacy' but once I went to college and was old enough not to care about privacy I moved back upstairs into my old room. My parents had been using the upstairs room as storage while I did my stint in the basement and I was only allowed to move back upstairs if I allowed my mom to keep half of the closet. Which was no problem because the closet is the entire length of the room and is kind of already divided into two closets anyways. The problem because that while I was away at univsersity my parents decided to use my room as storage temporarily and mom's Christmas/gift closet exploded into my room, and as someone who likes to be neat and organized ( I literally make lists for everything) have Christmas propaganda mixed with my clothes and make up wasn't ideal.


So today I took a monumental step to convince and supervise the cleaning of the dreaded closet. I also taught my mom the rules of the yardsale: if you haven't used it in three years and aren't planning to use it in the next two months... you don't need it. We're still working on it. But at least my room is now 98% mine. Dad is still storing his homemade wine - waiting to be bottled - on top of my dresser. But he promises that will be gone next week ( he's been saying that every weekend since May) but at least I don't have far to go if I want a glass of wine!

Cupcakes, family time and good food!

This weekend we celebrated my pop's 75th birthday with a huge backyard party. The final attendance count was greater than my grandfathers age, which I think means the party was a great success. My dad's entire family was home (minus one cousin, which equals roughly 45 people) and it was so nice to get a change to spend some time with family that I hardly get to see. There was so much food it took up three tables, plus a special dessert table (which included this lovely cupcake tree my mother made). 

Growing Up.

So it was weird that my brother graduated high school last year and then attended the same university as me in the fall. I used to get a little shock every time I would pass him in the hallway.


Today I would like to wish my little brother a Happy 19th Birthday!


19 is actually the legal drinking age here.. which now makes me feel really old!