Sunday, January 30, 2011


School is kinda nuts.  Too much to do, too little motivation.

Planning out when I'm going to do things helps though.

So does doing homework Friday night so that Saturday I can play alllll dayyy long.  It's awesome. 

And so does going on a double date with an old roommate of Jesse's with said roommate's girlfriend (and Jesse, of course) to Color-Me-Mine.  We painted some teacups and left them to be fired.  Pictures soon!

When we came home, we didn't want to go to bed, so we watched an episode of Psych, did a puzzle of northern Italy, and ate this:

Yep, that's vanilla icecream, hiding under there under all that glory.  My husband is brilliant.

In other news, I was perusing the bags if miscellaneous fabric at DI on Friday and came across a bag with 2 yards of this fabric in it.  

It was $3, and I didn't want any of the other fabric in the bag, but this fabric is GOING TO BE SOMETHING AWESOME, so I bought it anyways. 

So now I should get my sewing machine fixed.  Forreals. 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

one year, one month, seven hours and 46 seconds after we got married

we broke our last glass cup (set of 12) 

This is why we can't have nice things.

Or maybe why we can have nice (plastic) things. 

Sunday, January 23, 2011


Hey, yo! We made tshirts!

(Pushkin is Jesse's favorite Russian poet) 

(Recognize the pattern?  Yup, I'm obsessed.)

Thanks Kylie, for letting us know that such awesomeness was possible!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Dear Everyone,

Can you please stop having babies?  You are making me want babies, and it is not baby time yet.

Thanks in advance,

Grateful musings on a cranky day

Dear Professor James,

Thank you for teaching 400R the way that you do.  Sure, I'm just taking it because I need to take the Proficiency exam it offers in order to graduate, but little did I know how wonderful it would end up being.  Your rules for it are simple--come to class once a week, complete 22 hours of work outside of those hours, and write 11 essays.  But an essay, you said, can be anything that we didn't get out of a textbook, anything that is writing that we need to work on.  Today, I wrote sentences wherein I tried to remember the gender of the nouns I was using and corrected myself when I remembered them wrong.  It took me an hour and at the end, I felt like I had learned something and counted it as an essay.  The afternoon light was coming through the window in my favorite building on campus, and I was grateful that I had this class to FINALLY work on all those little things that I never quite learned right, but never had time or motivation to work on.  I left the classroom feeling positive about my German and that maybe I'm coming close to being able to speak this language properly--so much different from angry and frustrated--how I felt when I woke up this morning.  Thank you for that, Professor James.  It's nice to feel positive once in a while, and its always your classes that make me feel that way.


Dear winter weather,

Thank you for the brief respite.  Oh, I know you'll be back, but having 40 degree weather the last 2 days rather than 10-20 degree weather has been so rejuvenating.


Dear twilight,

You are so lovely.  You are my favorite time of day, and one of the few times of day I look around and think "Holy cow, Utah is BEAUTIFUL sometimes!"  I especially like the way you turn the mountains pink and make everything seem soft and warm, even if it is cold outside.  You are a nice end to a long day.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

winter's cold is too much to handle

Saturday night we didn't particularly want to go anywhere but we had spent all day doing homework and really just wanted to hang out with each other.

The day before we had bought LIFE from DI for TWO DOLLARS (win!) so we decided to play it! 

Jesse was very enthusiastic :)

Note my computer open there to the left, with the browser open to grooveshark and some Aaron Copland.  Yep.  That's how we roll.  Board games and some of the best classical music produced this last century.  We're pretty rockin'.  

Anyways, the first time we played we were really high spinners and managed to skip all the spaces where you get kids.  We were pretty sad about that, so we decided to play again.  

As you can see, we managed to hit lots of them the second time :)

Also, Jesse wrote a best seller.  Totally a premonition.  That's what I've decided, anyways. 

After we finished playing we starting playing Scattergories (Not pictured: us playing scattergories) while we made lemon sorbet in our brand new ice cream maker! 

Say hello to our new little ice cream maker!

It's a half quart maker, so we had to make it in two batches--but it comes with a second bowl, so it's ok! And it only takes 15 minutes to make, which is pretty sweet.

It was seriously good, and ridiculously easy and cheap.  We're totally making it again. 

In other, completely unrelated news, I got some new shoes the other day.  These were $7 at Target! 

I call them my 

I'm not sure why they give me that vibe.  They're not heeled or anything.  I think it's cause they're that kinda 80s woman shoes color, and they're pointy toed and kind of a vintage style.  Anyways, I feel like a real grown up woman when I wear them. Even if I wear them with mustard yellow pants and a bright green scarf, like I did today.  Them are some rockin' shoes, folks.  

Ah well, it is about time to maybe think about considering doing a small amount of homework now.  You know.  So I can get good grades and stuff.  Or actually learn things.

dear arcade fire, you're awesome. love, catherine.

Sometimes I sing songs about my new kitchen stool or cutting up carrots or getting beans out of the cupboard (funny that they're all usually when I'm cooking.  probably cause I like cooking.  and they usually all go something like "I'm getting out the beans ooh ooh yeah I'm getting out the bean ooh ooh the beans the beans I'm gettin' em out ooh ooooooooh ooh oooooooooh so we can make a stew-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!"  Or something like that).  Anyways, sometimes Jesse makes up a little dance to go along with the songs, which is awesome, cause I love it when he dances.  Sometimes I make up little songs just so he'll dance.  Sometimes he'll start singing or dancing so that I'll do it too.

I make faces a lot, mostly at Jesse.  Lately, he's starting making the faces I make back at me, in his words "so you can see what they look like!" Of course, they look different on his face than mine, and I also have no idea what my face looks like when I'm making the face at him, so I usually just end up laughing too, even if I was making a cranky face or something.

These, friends, are some of the ways we survive school.

And now, if you'll pardon me, I have some more readings about the city and modernity to crank through.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class

Today I had my worst first day of school ever.  

So I came home and made frozen hot chocolate.

It's pretty much soft serve.  It's pretty much better than Wendy's. It pretty much made my day better.

And I decided that I'll just pretend tomorrow is my first day of class and start over.