Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sushi Time!

Have you ever had one of those days where you just don't feel like doing anything. You'd just rather stay at home and chillax? Well, that's how I've felt this whole WEEK. Everyday, I would come home from work and just work on my Relief Society lesson and watch a movie... basically every day. Friday, I got invited to three really fun social events, but my heart was already set on watching a chick flick with one of my new found besties (a decision which I most definitely do NOT regret either, we had so much fun just talking and bawling over the movie).
However, by Saturday I was ready to go out and play! I got home from work and showered and got all readied...But.... I didn't have anything to do! My roommates were all out doing their own thing and so I ended up getting take-out sushi (again--which I must admit was inspired by the movie "2 Weeks Notice" where Sandra Bullock has the chinese restaurant's menu memorized and orders from it on a regular basis....I want to be like her.) and watched a documentary about the auditions for the Broadway revival of A Chorus Line (which was really interesting). The social event of the evening was going to the store with my roommate when she got home and cleaning/organizing the kitchen. Hopefully this week will be filled with socializing, so that I can get over the hermit rut I've been in this week.
However, all the preparation did pay off. I felt my R.S. lesson today went really well. OH, how I've missed teaching. I am one of those weird Mormons who prays that I get a teaching calling and cries when she gets released from them. In my opinion, a teaching calling is the best calling there is. My only complaint is that I only get to teach once every OTHER month. Sad Day.

On a lighter note: Now that I'm finally working and getting a steady source of income, I want to decorate my room. I have a ballet themed print that my friend made that I want to frame, but other than that, I got nothing....Any ideas??

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Grow up!

Last night, I learned that I'm not simply awkward around boys, I am socially retarded around them! Last night my house was full of young, single, attractive young men, but I didn't even WANT to talk to any of them. And when I did get a chance to, I ended up offending half of them as soon as I opened my mouth. Long story short, I called it a night early and went to bed.
And tonight, I bought myself some sushi and edamame, plopped in front of my TV to watch Steel Magnolias and thought to myself "THIS is the life."

Oh a lighter note: I've decided that I have the eating habits of a child. Not in quantity, but in quality. I went grocery shopping the other day and I was trying to be really good. As I was removing each item from my cart I started off feeling really good about my purchases. Yogurt, milk, and fruit. But then I started to pull out... chocolate marshmallow mateys and EZ-Mac which took up the majority of my order. I thought to myself..."wow, I have the WORST eating habits!" Then, the cute guy in line behind me said "Hey! That's kid's cereal! haha" I probably turned beet red. I was SO embarrassed! But I do eat an abnormal amount of cereal. However, in my defense, cereal is one of those foods that can be for breakfast, a quick lunch, a lazy dinner, or even a midnight snack! Maybe someday I'll grow out of my childhood eating habits.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentines and Bed Sheets

I must admit. I am not a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Call it bitterness, indifference. Whatever you want. Both of those may or may not be correct. However, I do say that this year's Valentine's Day/weekend has been the best ever, by far. I went on a crazy fun triple date with some Awesome people on Friday. Let's just say tacos, Balderdash AND Mario Kart were all involved...need I say more?? Saturday I spent the the evening with one of my favorite people in the world, my roommate. We went to a "mocktail" party. Which is basically the LDS (dry) version of a cocktail party. However, it does not take booze to make me tipsy. About three drinks in, I lost all brain filter/control abilities. But it was fun. I drank so much, I tripped up the stairs of the next house we visited. I don't even think I want to imagine myself with actual liquor in my system. Scary! The night ended with the viewing of one of my favorite movies of all time, "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Sunday was the cherry on top of an amazing weekend. Church was especially amazing. Sacrament meeting was very inspirational. The topic? Why, Love and relationships of course! Though, each meeting was uplifting and spiritual, I must admit, the thing that left me pleased as punch was the fact that I gave my number out to two awesome guys today! Disclaimer: Guys don't ask for my number very often, so two in one day is probably some kind of record for me. All in all, it was the best Valentine's that I have ever had, which just reassures me more and more that I am exactly where I need to be right now. It also goes to show that you don't need an actual Valentine to enjoy the idea behind Valentine's Day. If you look around yourself, you'll see that you are surrounded with people that you love and people who love you back. Even if it's not in a romantic kind of way.

On a lighter note, I really need to wash my bed sheets. Every time that I set out to do it, the laundry room is occupied. I mean, bed sheets aren't something you can just throw into the washer overnight or something and then forget about it. If I don't get them washed, I have nowhere to sleep at night! Deciding to wash your sheets is a real commitment. Maybe I should just buy a second set of sheets so I have something to use while I wait for the time to wash the first set. But is that just being lazy? Can my laziness really justify the 15 bucks I'd spend on a while new set of sheets. All because I can't manage my time well enough to fit in a load of laundry?? Am I the only one with this dilemma? ...probably

Thursday, February 11, 2010

What is "it"?

So I was talking to a friend tonight about graduating from school and how much life changes afterwards. It is funny how for SO long you measure your life in "semesters" or at times "transfers." It gives you a unit of measurement for life and something to look forward to. You can tell how fast time is going when you reach the end of a semester and look back and think "where did that semester go!?" I was telling my friend how the other day I was noticing how fast time was going by and thought to myself "wow it's going by so fast!" Then I realized that I didn't know what "it" was! I have no unit of measurement anymore. I have no end of anything to look forward to. Just life, one day at a time. It really rocked my world when I came to that realization. I need to find some kind of measuring tool for life.

On a lighter note, my new job as a carrier services representative at a logistics company sure has kept life interesting. I love that I get to talk to all kinds of people from all over the nation every day. It's amazing what some people will say to you (especially in the transportation industry). The other day a woman was talking about one of her drivers and how she was going to make him take a load because he was on his way back home. She's like "Well, he's my husband so I can make him do it. Sometimes he can be such a grumpy butt hole!" It took me completely by surprise because she was such a sweet sounding woman. It took everything inside me not to burst out into laughter...actually, I'm pretty sure I did. Maybe you don't think it's that funny, but you just had to hear her and the way she said it. Picture an older woman with a southern drawl (the nicest sounding woman by the way) suddenly calling her husband a butt hole. It sure made my day.

P.S. Right now Aeropostale is collecting jeans to donate to homeless families. I highly recommend you clean out your closets and take in what you can. It only lasts until this Sunday the 14th!

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Western Transplant

I have had many conversations with various people on the subject of my feelings about living out West. I'll admit that living here was never something I aspired to or even really wanted to do. I've always been quite content living on the East Coast. However, now that I am here, I realize that I couldn't be happier. It is amazing how quickly the people here have opened up to me and let me into their world. I never imagined it would be so easy to make so many friends so quickly. I've made friends from all over the nation, and even the world. It's also quite funny to admit that the one guy who really likes me and I know wants to date me doesn't even speak my language...
But it is so great to be able to drive down the street and see people I know, or timidly go to a church activity, not knowing if I'd know anyone there, and leave having met three new friends. I look back on the decision of whether to move home or here, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I have made the right decision.

On a lighter note, I was sitting on my bed watching *coughthebachelorcough* excuse me...and I saw a SPIDER slink down from my ceiling onto the end of my bed. A shrieked (I am such a girl when it comes to spiders) and leaped for something to smash it with (the best I could muster up was a huge bottle of contact solution) and began to frantically smash at it. It snuck into a purse that was sitting on the floor and I hacked at it with that bottle like there was no tomorrow....however, I am not sure if I killed it or not. And now my whole body itches and I'm worried that I won't be able to sleep very well. Eek! Guess I won't be using that purse again any time soon.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Number One

Okay, so I have been telling myself for years that I should start a blog. I always thought that blogs were for married people to post pictures of their dogs and videos of their kids playing with their food. Yet, seeing as I own neither a dog nor a child, starting a blog was something I have always put off. But, now that I am starting this new chapter in my life, (ie: graduating from college, moving out on my own, finding a career and hopefully dating) I feel like it is an appropriate time to add my voice to the masses on the blog-isphere.
So you may be wondering, "Zannah, why 'Potatoes and Ice Cream'?" And that, my friend, is a good question. The name of a blog is very important. It says something to the world, it draws people in, like a good tag line to an advertising campaign. I thought long and hard about the title for my blog and in the end, this was one that I felt good about. I feel that my title is simple, yet fun, random and intriguing. All things that I wanted my blog to convey. Potatoes and Ice Cream are my two most favorite foods in the whole world. I could eat them every day and never tire of them. When people ask me "what's your favorite food?" I'd always say "potatoes and ice cream...but not together." That is, until one day i found myself dipping my french fries into my blizzard at Dairy Queen and realized that I was mistaken. They ARE my favorite foods and they DO go well together. :-)
So I hope you enjoy reading my posts and I also hope you leave lots of comments. I am looking forward to the year 2010 for many reasons. I have set some goals that I hope to achieve, I am living in a new place with new people and look forward to making lots of new friends and having new experiences often. It's exciting and SCARY all at the same time. But I am confident that I'm not doing it on my own, and I know I'll be alright.

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