Time On My Hands Could Be Time Spent With You

Let me tell you about my weekend.

First can I just say, guys and girls, we really don't think alike, AT ALL. Figuring out guys is actually quite simple... and predictable. However, as a girl, I can't identify or understand - so, even though I can figure guys out, I still don't quite get them.

And in comparison to guys, girls are nuts.

Now, back to my weekend. The Unisex Hottie decided to go to St. George with "the guys" for the weekend, so I found myself with some time to myself that I haven't experienced IN A WHILE. The past three weeks of my life have been CRAZY and I feel like every single day has been planned out from 7am to at least 10pm. It was really GO GO GO GO and I even think at one point I actually thought to myself, "I'll sleep when I'm dead, I guess." Anyway, so this weekend I had some time to myself. So Friday afternoon, I left work a little early, went home and changed into my bathing suit, grabbed by SPF 4 dark tanning lotion and a Marketing Book and trucked over to my apartment complex's empty (no I mean literally, empty - like, no water) pool, grabbed a chair, laid out my towel, and soaked up the 70 degree sun for the first time this year. I laid there for about an hour, reading, getting chased by wasps, reading some more, and trying to ignore the weird stares I was getting from passersby.

Side Note: Can somebody please tell me why, even when I was wearing a more than modest bathing suit, I some how felt immodest and slutty laying by an empty pool, in a bathing suit, by myself?

Anyway - I am delighted because now I am slightly less white than I was before. I'm serious, I walked away from that hour in the sun with a slight little sunburn and I've never been so happy to be burned. And then I thought to myself, is this pathetic? That I'm actually THRILLED to have a sunburn? Probably. And then the next day people started commenting on how I looked more tan and I forgot all about the pathetic part.

For the rest of the night on Friday I made myself some chicken Ravioli, curled up in my bed, and watched a really bad 1980 movie called "Somewhere in Time" with Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour. Don't ever watch it. Seriously. Waste of time. And then I went to bed early.

On Saturday I woke up at 8am feeling refreshed, saw the sunshine out my window, and decided to go for a morning run. I am out of shape. But the sun felt phenomenal. I spent the next few hours cleaning my apartment all by myself (took me an HOUR to clean our kitchen because it's been seriously neglected since I've been so busy for the past 3 weeks), then I hurried and showered, ran over to an afternoon ward activity, scarfed down a pulled pork sandwich (and a half), went home and made a very hasty decision to spend my evening in Park City with my good friend Brittany and some of her friends.

Park City was lovely. It felt good to get away, even if for only a few hours. We went bowling (played 2 1/2 games) and I remembered how AWFUL I am at bowling. No seriously, like awful. My good game I think I ALMOST broke 60. Yeah.

But the bowling balls were pretty and colorful...

After that we went to the Outlets in the rain. Yeah, the rain made it so we pretty much made that the fastest Outlets trip ever, and then we went home.

Sunday morning was lovely and so was church. After church I decided to make dinner for brother and my roommate - and since it was sunny and actually feeling like "spring," I made Hawaiian Haystacks (for which I have created quite the delicious recipe) and tried a new recipe I found for Pineapple Strawberry Limeade. Yum-Me.

This was my plate - I don't like pineapple on it, but most people do!

 

My brother's plate. He got a little... artistic about it.

And then, last night, I decided to try making Truffles for the first time. I made Grasshopper Truffles. I was NOT disappointed. DE-LI-CIOUS. And EASY!

Side Note: This is not a "homemakers" or "food" blog, therefore, please don't expect professional-looking food photographs or recipes. This was merely for you to have some visuals. Also, because I was proud of myself.