Posts Tagged ‘confessions’

So… I’m still trying to impress my bf. I want him to keep thinking I’m an amazing catch. I may be picking up around the house, working out in the yard, trying to look fresh at all times, etc. just to keep him interested. On my list of impressive-things-to-do is learn to cook amazing and unique food. You see, his mom and sister are practically master chefs. I don’t even know if that’s a real term, but they are that legit. I’m intimidated.

So check it: Once I happened to be making spaghetti so I could use up some left over veggies from this one time I had peeps over for home-made pizza. (I feel like I should explain that my mom made the pizza dough, so you don’t get all up in my grill about saying I don’t cook then spitting out two awesome meals I concocted). Anyway, the bf was getting out of class and gave me a call and asked what I was doing. I told him I was making spaghetti (spaghetti because I don’t need to impress myself with food). I ended up inviting him over to have some. Now, lemme take this opportunity to explain that this isn’t just noodles-and-sauce spaghetti, I added veggies people! And I think I even sautéed some chicken. It was as good as spaghetti gets. Well, he mentioned to his lovely madre that he was heading over to my house because I made him spaghetti. She wasn’t impressed. Anyone can make spaghetti. Eff!!! I wasn’t prepared! The spaghetti was just for me and it just happened to work out that he was available and hungry when I was cooking. Spaghetti was not the first impression meal I wanted to make. But… whatev. It was delicious. Impressive or not.

Fast forward to last Wednesday night. We made plans to watch RSL Soccer (did anyone see that game??? Awesome outcome for us!). I had a plan stirring in my head to impress him with delicious food. I wanted to make risotto. Risotto is delicious and I hear people say it’s kinda intimidating cause you have to stir the risotto for like 30 min or whatever. NBD, baby! So I printed off this recipe and he met me at the store to collect the cooking goods. Required ingredients, four boxes of crackers, one gallon of milk and a couple awkward moments (we simply can’t go to any store without something awkward happening) and we were on our way home and getting ready to cook. He is a champ and cooked with me. It was fun! And we nailed it! And the best part may have been that his mom called while we were cooking… I kept yelling “Jocine, we’re cooking! And it’s not spaghetti!” Then I’d say “Babe, tell her I’m cooking good food.” Maybe she was impressed? I don’t really know. I’d like to think I redeemed myself a smidgen.

Here’s the proof:

Jared cooking

Cam cooking

The result! Delicioso!

Oh, and I should mention that we added tilapia. I think it made the dish.

Happy cooking!


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So… I know I’ve been pretty MIA lately, I know. Deepest apologies. How about I make up for it by posting the last 10 pictures I’ve taken with the Vignette app on my phone? Deal? I’ll start with the most recent.


Um… HELLO why didn’t anyone tell me there is a Jimmy John’s right by my work? I discovered it on my way back from watching a recording of a vaginal birth and a c-section birth with a bunch of high schoolers. Cross THAT one off the bucket list.


On Tuesday, Jared and I went to the Carl Block exhibit at BYU. I snuck this picture during the drive down. The exhibit was incredible, touching, faith building, awe-inspiring. I loved it. And I loved that Jared and I can do things like that together!


Haha, this picture makes me laugh! I was naughty and took it during the rest hymn at church last Sunday. It’s really blurry because I was laughing when I tried to sneak it. You see, Jordan (left), and Chase (second from left) refused to sing. I kept poking them and tugging at my ear to show that I wanted them to sing louder. Jordan obliged, Chase did not. Oh, and hi Michelle! Love that girl.


Last Saturday Jared and I went to the Real game… it was FREEZING but SO MUCH FUN! Real played LA Galaxy (that Beckham dude plays for them) and apparently our 4-1 win was a big deal. I decided soccer games are awesomely rowdy with glitter, confetti, streamers, drums and chants. Just my style.


DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY!!! What does it mean?? Okay, it was a single rainbow, but still.


Hold the press. Aren’t my new curtains STELLAR? Got the drapes from IKEA for like $15 for two. Then I had to jazz them up, so I did! I have to say, they look much more adorable now, cause they are tied, but you kinda get the idea here. Oh, and I have given that sad plant a hair cut since I took this pic, so it doesn’t have brown tips anymore. In related news, these curtains deserve their own post. I’ll do that.

Okay… I’m cheating a little. Here is a closer look at the fabric band I sewed on (wait, my mom sewed, but I cut them all!). This doesn’t count as one of my pics, okay? It’s my bloggy I do what I want!


I work at an awesome fabric store a couplefew (that’s a word, right?) days a week. This is an accidental picture from work. I kept it cause I think it’s kind of awesome.


Pretty snow! Can I just say I get suuuuuper annoyed when people complain about snow in March? It’s MARCH people! I’m pretty sure March is still winter… annnnnd I’m sure if I’m wrong, someone will tell me. Anyway, I love snow. I think it’s beautiful. As Jared would say “Tons of new freshie stashes up in the mountains to rip!”


Sometimes I like to take pictures of scriptures and sometimes I like to send them to Jared. This one I sent last week sometime. It’s a keeper, don’t you think? Alma 36:3 Learn more here.


My cute friend Sig deep conditioned my hair the other week. I posted this picture on the good old Facebook with the caption “To infinity, and beyond!” Facebook showed the loved.


There you have it! Don’t say I never gave you anything.

P.S. It’s fried eggs, fried eggs!!!

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I have a problem, folks

I’m trapped in the middle of a nasty, vicious, dirty love triangle.


I love two men.


They are aware of each other, and they absolutely DO NOT like each other.

There has been biting, whining, foul language, you name it.


I wish we could all just get along.

You know, spend quality time together.

I had high hopes that it could happen, but I’m beginning to believe there is no hope.


One has been by my side, through thick and thin, for over four years.

The other has stolen my heart and swept me off my feet.


What’s a girl to do???


I drew a diagram to help my readers understand the tragic predicament I am in:


Why can’t my dog and my boyfriend just love each other already???


Me and Kodi dog.


Me and Jared.



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I don’t know how these Mormon Messages do it, but they always seem to tell me exactly what I need to hear at the exact moment I need to hear it.

 “She probably didn’t give it any consideration that her future could be better than her past.”

Whoa Nelly.

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I just wrote and deleted an in-depth post.

Too personal.

Instead, wanna know what’s a curse?

A pretty smile.

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Aub and I have had extensive discussions about OkGo’s videos. WHY ARE THEY NOT WINNING VMA’s, people?!?!


Is it because they don’t exploit women, or spend millions of dollars on special effects or post-production editing?

Where are the awards for genius creativity and originality?

Check out the video for End Love. Epic.

And let us not forget This Too Shall Pass, Do What You Want and the classic Here it Goes Again.

Pure entertainment.

I’m just sayin’.

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In May, I ran this. It was my third time, and every time my feet suffer. Blisters, bleeding, pain, purple toenails… none are a stranger to my feet in the weeks and months following the race. Never, never ever have my feet seen such an atrocity as what they faced this morning though. You see… for a while now, the toe next to my big toe (do particular toes have particular names?) on my left foot has been sporting a wiggly toenail. Just like a loose tooth. I could pull it back and forth and shake it around a bit.

It all started with that race, my toenail turned a blackish purple in the days following. This is normal, it’s happened every time I’ve run this race. Give that a couple of weeks and I can clean out the blackish purple gunk. Sorry. Some of you might be dry heaving now. BUT, once it’s clean it’s totally legit. Just wiggily. Not gross looking at all… unless I wiggle it for you because some people don’t like that kind of stuff. But I do. Anyway… this happened last year and the year before and it just kept growing out and in no time it was business as usual. Not this year. Maybe I wiggled it too much? IDK, but I do know that I have now joined the ranks of the freaks. The bearded ladies (ahem), the double jointed, the stretchy skinned, the Siamese twins… freaks. My deepest apologies if you fall into any of those categories and don’t appreciate being called a freak, but you’re in good company so don’t feel too bad. 🙂

You probably know what’s coming next…. yes, my toenail fell off. Weird! What am I supposed to do if I want to wear sandals or a pair of sexy peep-toed heels? I just don’t know. My co-worker suggested I just paint my toe… it just might work. Maybe I should just embrace being a freak?  Probably. 

 P.S. Yes, that is my foot on my desk at work. Bahaha.


Current NFS:

Get Ur Freak On by Missy Elliott

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