Well, I guess since I’m not REALLY studying right now, I might as well update my website.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! What a day. We woke up, went to classes- all went pretty well. I got some studying done for the BIG TEST this morning, ran home for lunch, and then went back for our 2 o’clock. We arrived in our usual parking lot near campus, and then…just as John put my car into park, I realised: we were supposed to bring separate cars. It’s WEDNESDAY. I have two more classes starting at 4, and John has to be at work at 5…and yeah. We forgot a car. We sat there contemplating, and then I realised I had NEVER not ONCE skipped my film class- and I didn’t in any way want to attend my last class, ever again. So after our class together, I just headed home.
When John left for work, my little bro and I ran out to get a burger and a surprise for John for Halloween!! (I’ll tell what it is once I give it to him) I then ran out to get some foodstuffs for a trial run on a casserole that I’m making for a woman in the ward tomorrow. I got a phone-call last night while I was studying, and really, I rather speak in church than make a meal for someone. It’s not that I don’t want to help- it’s that I CAN’T cook.
Anyway, after a trip to the store to buy things like “dry onion something or other” and “celery salt” and DRY milk (ew), I came home to watch a movie with the little bro. In celebration of All Hallows Eve we decided to watch a movie from our past, “Cursed.” It about a brother and sister who turn into werewolves together. We promised, long ago, that if one of us became some sort of monster of the night, we’d do it together. So we settled in to watch our movie of choice and have a little candy, and all of a sudden,
THE DOORBELL RANG! (Yes, we have a doorbell!) Five happy children hopped down the stairs and said, “TRICK OR TREAT!” I was so surprised, I hardly even savored the moment. I took a quick look at their costumes and told them to take more candy- and then they were gone. It was quick, but they came! They remembered the new people next door, and came back here EVEN THOUGH we have a freaky basement door and no light. Good neighbors. I love Halloween. I’m glad I was home for it tonight.
(Oh yeah, I wrote my professor an email and told him I had car trouble. I DID. Ok, it’s a stretch.)
After the movie I started putting my casserole together. Lotsa mixing, losta chicken, lotsa everything. I finally put it in the oven and had to clean a load of dishes…and then just waited. It got a little smokey, and I just thought to myself “maybe there’s just stuff in the bottom of the oven.” The timer went off, I took out my chicken, soup, broccoli concoction, and it looked relatively good! Let my plate sit for a bit, added some salt and pepper, and took a bite. Crunch. Disaster. Not only was the rice as hard as could be, but I also immediately got hiccups. How did THAT happen? So, my house is full of smoke, my casserole is horrible, and I have pukey hiccups- PLUS 14 more chapters of a religiously-oriented physical science book to memorize before Friday. Interesting predicament. I added some more water to the casserole dish, put it back in the oven, fished a fan out of the bedroom to try and “waft” the smoke out of the open window, and ate a huge spoonful of peanut butter to get rid of my hiccups. (It worked.) I eventually just turned the stove off.
I have no idea what I will bring this woman and her family for dinner tomorrow. No idea.
So now I have 5 minutes until my favorite husband comes home and I can give him his Halloween present- and do some more last minute studying before heading to bed. Work tomorrow- then…more studying. I’m almost wondering if I should just go in and take this thing tomorrow. PRAY that I do well. PRAY. I have no idea what to study, no clue. Little freaked out, not gonna lie.
Oh yeah! And I got a fun package from my Mom today! Halloween T-shirts (that say Got Candy), some candy (so we can answer, ‘yes’) and various other odds and ends. It came right on time!! I also got the legal papers with my family’s name change on them (we changed our last name when I was about 4 or 5 years old from Johansen to Swigart, long story) and the certificate from when my family was sealed in the Washinton D.C. temple. The churches records were kind of messed up because of the name change (threw them off) and so she sent both me AND Jonathan copies of everything. I explained to Jonathan what they were, and he said, “WHAT? What happened?” Revealing that he knows nothing about our family history. He was a baby (or not born) when most of these things happened…but it’s still funny. I think we all just assumed he knew stuff. Haha… He’s a funny kid.
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