Warning: Childish Post Ahead

I feel like a breast cancer survivor or like I've climbed Mount Everest or some other monumental thing has occurred to me. Because, I and 6 other people in the car with me, have survived the flatulence of Anthony! It was monstrous/horrid/disgusting. On the way back from Ohio, the 8 of us Chicago folk, crowded in the Gliori van, suffered smells like no other. Except for Anthony, who probably wasn't all that affected by his smells. I don't know what happened, or what he ate, or what the problem could have stemmed from! But my goodness gracious, I can't even describe to you the smells we endured. And frequently, too! The "incidents" must have happened at least 20 times on the ride home. Possibly more. Every time, we would shriek in pain and agony and roll down the windows and stick our heads out as far as they could go just to breath in the clean air. ANYTHING! At one point I didn't roll down the window fast enough, and so I screamed and Matt frantically clawed at the window until it came down. It was a matter of life or death, I kid you not. In the words of Megan, "I wish I could say we were kidding about how dramatically we're reacting, but we're NOT!!!" We were simultaneously laughing and crying from the ridiculousness of it all. When we got back to BTP, Matt jumped out of the van and pumped his fists in the air, and screamed, "We made it!" while I hugged him for a long time with joy that we were still alive. In the car ride home, we smelled skunk and started to groan...but then...we sniffed alternately...and sighed. We both said, "This is nothing compared to what we just went through!" It was almost like cotton candy in comparison.
This post is written in all seriousness, and mostly for posterity, because....the Lord works in mysterious ways. In the wake of all of this, I have some hilarious good/painful memories with my dear friends.

Drinking Tea...

Pondering the greater meaning of life....
that is, what food to get when I go grocery shopping tomorrow. Just kidding. I mean, I am going grocery shopping. But I'm not pondering that as in the sense that it is of enormous import in my life. Although, grocery shopping has become suddenly very important to me. First of all, because I'm a wife now I guess. And I have to get food for my man or he will wither away...
Secondly, I've been trying to establish (and stick to, as much as possible) some sort of healthy diet for us. I don't want to be one of those losers that buys everything pre-made, and crappified. Sorry, no offense to people that do that. I just want to sort of get back the diet I had growing up as a kid...and Matt had too. Getting fresh/organic type stuff as much as possible, and cooking as much as I can. As opposed to all the pre-made, 100 million ingredient foods. I mean, we used to make our own bread at home all the time. We never bought store bought bread! Dad even bought a wheat grinder and bags of wheat berries, and we'd grind the wheat to make flour to put in the bread. I secretly (or not so?) want to be all artsy/crafty/homemakery as a wife and mother someday....but, because of being in this stupid dental hygiene program full-time...part of that will have to wait. I really do like dental hygiene. I just cannot wait to be rid of this schoolish slavery...my life revolves around school.
Well! A whole post on something I didn't even know I was wanting to write!
Matt is looking over my shoulder, and it's creepin me out, man. I was gonna write something funny about him, but he's watching, and anyway, it would probably be along the lines of a 4th grade joke.
This weekend is Jayce's wedding, and next week is Thanksgiving break! Hallelujah!

Haha, I posted exactly a month ago! How clever am I to match it up that well. Actually, I didn't even pay attention....