Nice Cans

Cripes

it's Tuesday already?

I mean don't get me wrong, I like Tuesdays for the most part. I enjoy Wednesdays more, Thursdays are generally good, Fridays are terrif and Saturdays=yippie skippie but then the whole weekend goes too fast and we're back to Monday which is the worst day of the week can we all agree? So, in reference to my initial statement, if Ron Burgandy taught me anything, it was that a question mark can wield dangerous outcomes. So maybe I should change my tone and say,

Cripes, it's Tuesday already!

See, because of that exclamation point the entire inflection of that sentence has changed. Let us take a moment to give thanks for punctuation, even when used excessively and often times incorrectly by yours truly.

So anyways, yesterday the Nub and I hustled our way down to the land of Sanpete to spend the day with the Connie, my Stoopid sister and her red headed daughter too. We canned stuff, food storage style, stuff like salsa, applesauce, and pie filling. It was equal parts a learning experience and trip down memory lane for me because this time I actually helped willingly and dare I say eagerly as opposed to being forced out of bed at 8 am and complaining loudly for the entirety about how much I would rather be doing something else, like watching my recorded 90210 episodes or writing to the Leo DiCaprio fan club or whatever teenage girls in rural Wyoming did in their spare time because it was so long ago I've blocked it from my memory. Honestly mom, sorry about that. And p.s. thanks for the braces.

My mom has always canned. Every summer our food storage was reliably re-stocked with peaches, pears, green beans, salsa, pickles, beets, relish, jam and anything else that could be steamed, shoved in a jar and preserved until the end of eternity. And even though my sister and I were forced to be canning slaves every single summer of our childhood, it took until now for me to realize how absolutely satisfying all of that effort is. Seriously, I feel like Michael Phelps in the canning olympics, except I won't be taking bong hits and really I only canned for one day. But still, it was fun, and satisfying, and I extremely enjoy staring at the cans on my shelf and feeling proud, even though my mom and sister did most of the work. But still.

You know what else I wish could be canned and preserved forever (in a non hannibal lector way)? This juicy nugget:

delish

Also, "Whip It" was good, not as good as "Juno" or "Arrested Development" (because Juno and Mayebe are both in this flick), but still good and I got a free t-shirt, bonus! I definitely think I could have a career in roller derby. Except I don't want any facial piercings or sleeve tattoos and I'd like to bathe regularly, so maybe that disqualifies me from consideration. I'll have to find out and get back to you on that one. Oh, and Kristin Wiig from SNL is in it too and Barrymore does indeed make some weird faces but I was totally expecting it this time so no big deal, and Kristin Wiig was fantastic. I just like her, a lot.

AND I've signed up for an 8 week writing class (community outreach!). I sort of feel like Veda Sultenfuss so let's hope I don't go getting a crush on my teacher, especially since I'm pretty sure it's a woman. That would be awkward.

I'm still debating between the fiction and non-fiction course, I have until next week to decide. Which do you think I should take and why?