The Next Girl Scout Cookie Name

For the past few weekends, we’ve had a Girl Scout troop come to the store to sell their evil circles of temptation cookies. And each weekend, someone on staff buys a box for us to lower our self-esteem with enjoy. Yesterday, Assistant Manager 1 bought a box of Samoas. Today:

Assistant Manager 2: “They ARE still called Samoas! [My girlfriend] bought a box last year that were called Caramel Delites!”

Me: “Oh yeah, they changed the name because it was ‘racist’ or something, right?”

Assistant Manager 2 (who is as tall as me): “Yeah, but I don’t think it’s racist at all…I would love it if they called a cookie ‘Short Lebanese Kid!!’”

HA.

**I Googled it and found out that the name change had nothing to do with racism, despite all the rumors. Really, the Girl Scouts just use one of two bakeries to make the cookies, and each bakery has different names for some of the cookies.

I like my days off a lot better than my days on.

Tim: You look particularly cute today.

Me: I do not. That’s crazy talk!

Tim: No, it’s true. I’ve thought so since we woke up this morning. Must be your “day off smile.”

Goodbye, January.

Dear January,

Thank you for finally being over. As much as I can’t believe how fast this year is going already (seriously, how did February get here so fast?!), and as much as I would normally not be super excited that time is already flying, I can honestly say that there is nothing I will miss about you.

I’m not quite sure why you decided to be such a dick to me this year. Let’s recap, shall we?

1. No snow.

2. Car accident.

3. Still no snow.

4. $350 racked up within one week on my recently-paid-off credit card.

5. Destroyed cell phone.

6. More car problems + dead cell phone = lonely/sad/scared Ashley stranded on the side of 290 at 10:30pm.

7. A few inches of snow…quickly taken away by unseasonable warmth and rain.

8. Dead computer.

Admittedly, most of these things were my own fault and I shouldn’t be mad at you for them. Aaaand, I guess I would prefer them all to happen in rapid succession; you know, just to get it all out of the way. I tried to not complain much about these things, because I recently discovered this (I know, I’m a little late to the party. It’s hilarious, nonetheless), and I realize that all of my “problems” fall into this category. But still, I couldn’t help feeling bad for myself every time something else happened.

So, January, in typical white person fashion, I am blamingyoufor all of the bad things that happened to me during your 31 miserable days. (And for the purpose of this angry letter/post, I am ignoring all of the awesome things that were sprinkled in amongst those few shitty things.)

Farewell, January 2012. If the world really does end this year, my biggest complaint will be that in the year you should have been the best, you actually sucked pretty hard.

Sincerely,

Ashley Reven

New Years Blogolutions

So maybe if my resolutions are made public and people can hold me accountable for them, I will actually accomplish them. Worth a shot anyway, yes yes? Yes yes.

1. Same as everybody’s new year resolution: STOP.BEING.A.FATASS.

2. Accomplish #1 by: climbing better/harder, running at least one race every month (and therefore be in a constant state of training), hiking more (until I don’t “hate” it).

3. Find someone to sponsor me so I don’t really have to pay all those race fees.

4. Get rich…or at least slightly less poor.

5. Read more books.

6. Don’t watch half a season of a TV show almost every day, no matter how ridiculously easy Netflix makes it to do so.

7. Write more.

8. Be better at cooking and cleaning so Tim doesn’t have to be the girl in our relationship anymore.

9. Do yoga more often.

10. Get a new car so my mom can have her car back(?)

11. Make Stella love me again.

12. Pay off my computer so the only debt left is student loans. (I’ll never finish paying those. I’ve made peace with it.)

13. Take the SPI class for reals and get the certification.

14. Actually keep at least one of these resolutions.

If you make a bunch, you’re bound to keep one or two, right?

An acceptance speech for the most delicious muffins ever

Despite my earlier concerns that I wouldn’t get anything done today due to my kitten’s choice of sleeping places (i.e., on me), I did actually accomplish something. Yay, me. You see, approximately three minutes after taking the picture of Booker resting contentedly on top of me, ass-to-face (why do cats think we enjoy this?), he decided that was not really the spot in which he wanted to take his morning nap and abandoned me, allowing me to finally get out of bed and bake some muffins. Incidentally, the muffins are delicious and as I washed the dishes I drafted this speech in my head, should I ever make these muffins again and win an award for them:

Award presenter: …and the award for best banana-chocolate chip muffins goes to (pause for dramatic effect) ASHLEY REVEN!

*Crowd goes wild with applause as my delicious muffins rain down on them like big, delicious confetti*

Me: Thank you, thank you! (Tears would be streaming down my face, either because I’m so overjoyed, or because one of the confetti muffins hit me in the eye on my way to the stage. You’ll never know.) Oh man, there are so many people I would like to thank! First and foremost, I’d like to thank God for putting me here to make muffins. (BAHAHAHA, if you believe that I would ever say this, we are no longer friends. I just threw it in here because it seems as though that’s how just about everyone ever starts an award acceptance speech. Really, I would much rather thank my parents for getting frisky one night twenty-four years ago and creating me, but I don’t think an audience would be quite as receptive to this as they are to the mention of God. Bummer.)

    Secondly, I would like to thank King Arthur Flour for their recipes, and Lynn for introducing me to them.

    I must also thank Tim Peck, for taking bananas with you to work every day this week but not eating them, until they looked so gross that you just threw them away. Also thank you for throwing them away while still in a plastic bag so that they weren’t gross when I picked them out of the trash. Thank you to bananas for being in a peel so that it wouldn’t have even really mattered if you were icky from being in the trash, since the icky part would have just been the peel, which was thrown out again anyway.

    Thank you, chocolate chips, for making everything you grace with your presence yummier than it should be.

    And, I never thought I would ever say this, but thank you, vegans. You guys are crazy and you don’t eat some of the world’s most delicious things, including eggs. Thank you for not eating eggs but still enjoying baked goods and inventing ways to bake things without using eggs. If it weren’t for you, I would have had to put real clothes on and walk to the store to buy eggs, which I really didn’t want to do. Because of you, vegans, I did not have to change out of my pj’s, and my muffins are actually fairly healthy. (While I’m on the subject of healthy, I should also give a shout-out to Chia seeds, for being so versatile and healthy, and for making my muffins a superfood. Supermuffins?)

    And last but not least, thank you muffins for being so tasty. I’m sorry that I didn’t have all the ingredients to make you properly, but you came out pretty damn good anyway. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be getting this award.

Sigh…if only muffin awards really existed. Since they don’t, you’ll just have to enjoy this other muffin-inspired wonderfulness instead:

Muffin Films

Muffin Top

How am I supposed to accomplish anything today when this is happening?

How am I supposed to accomplish anything today when this is happening?

Why Vacationing in the South is Awesome.

1. Accents.

2. Sandstone is way more fun to climb than granite, even if it does destroy your fingertips.

3. It’s the end of October and it was 75 degrees out today.

4. The speed limit on most of the highways is 70mph.

5. Everything is cheap…food, hotels, gas, beer, everything!

6. Speaking of food, it’s all delicious.

7. Also speaking of food, we drove past a restaurant today called RIB & LOIN. They have two phone numbers. One is 423.499.OINK, and the other is 423.877.PORK. Hilarious!

8. Accents.

9. There is a serious lack of assholes down here. Everyone is always friendly and smiling, and has a fun story to tell.

10. On rest days, there’s plenty of Civil War history things to entertain myself with.

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Well, that’s not quite what ankles are supposed to look like.
Oops.

Well, that’s not quite what ankles are supposed to look like.

Oops.

I know, Sallie Mae. I know.

Yes, I owe you money. I owe you lots of money…way more than I think my college education was actually worth. But that’s beside the point.

Anyway, I’m working on it. Perhaps if you didn’t expect me to pay you on the first of the month along with almost all of my other bills (you know, like the ones that will cause me to be dirty and homeless if I don’t pay them?) we could avoid all these nonsense phone calls. I haven’t forgotten to pay you…I just can’t pay you yet.

I get paid again this Friday. In the meantime, how about you just calm down?

Just when I thought I might finally be outgrowing my nerdiness (and that my nose could not possibly look any bigger), I bought a box of BreatheRight strips. Now, I look like this.
But at least I can actually breathe, even if I lay down (which is usually when my nose rebels and tries to suffocate me). Hurray!

Just when I thought I might finally be outgrowing my nerdiness (and that my nose could not possibly look any bigger), I bought a box of BreatheRight strips. Now, I look like this.

But at least I can actually breathe, even if I lay down (which is usually when my nose rebels and tries to suffocate me). Hurray!