Like Crazy

Yesterday Riley HAD to study for his finals, so I decided that I would stay out of his hair and not distract him. It was so nice outside so I decided to ride my bike to the Creamery to get milk. We buy three gallons for five dollars at the Creamery and we go through them like crazy. Crazy! I think its because we eat so much cereal (cereal=cheap), or maybe its because my husband has a bottomless stomach.

When I was at the Creamery I saw a couple from our old ward buying HALF a gallon of milk. Okaaaay. I could barely hold the three gallons of milk while I was standing in line, plus I was buying five times as much as them. I looked like a fool.
Then...
I put two gallons of milk in my basket and one in a sack on my handlebars. I was looking good. The whole way home I was going super slow because the gallon weight on the right side of my handlebars was making me drift to that side and I couldn't control my bike very well with the weight.

The milks. And yes, I park my bike in our spare room. I don't like bike racks, okay?

I thought to myself, it would be the funniest sight to see this girl crash on her bike and see three gallons of milk go flying everywhere. And for a millisecond I hoped it would happen so that I could tell that story. (it would have been hilarious) And the next millisecond I thought, No. Not worth it. I'm glad my common sense came in during the second millisecond.

Sidenote: in order to make it so that Riley would not be distracted, I got myself a chick-flick from the Red Box. I told him I was doing him a favor because if I got some action movie like Ghost Protocol, he would have wanted to watch it with me, so I had to get the chick flick. But really I just wanted to watch Like Crazy. And I did. And I liked it.

The Lint Trap

Instead of cleaning out the lint trap like a normal person, Riley insists on vacuuming it out with the hose on our vacuum. I saw him do it three times last weekend and when I asked him why he was doing that he said, "I like it".
Ha.

Quilt Retreat...

...was great this year.

Sometimes I tell people about what me and my cousins and aunts do every April during General Conference weekend and I think they think I'm weird.
But I love it.

There were about twenty five of us this year and the project was just a chevron quilt. Nothing fancy--so it was basically a no-stress weekend. Some people might not realize how stressful quilt retreat can get, but when you haven't had any sleep and spend 15 hours sewing your little blocks and then realize you've sewed them all wrong and you have to unpick them and do them again, its enough you make you cry. So you do. (And PS everyone has done that; its not just me) But none of that this year. It was just fun and everyone was a little bit silly.

I love catching up with my relatives I haven't seen in a really long time and getting to know them better. Especially the ones who have married into my family. I'm sure my boy cousins know this, but they really picked some really great wives. And I wouldn't have known them this well if it wasn't for quilt retreat.

We have some inside jokes about the worst years of quilt retreat; the ones with the biggest breakdowns, the hardest projects, the stupidest mistakes. And everyone laughs about them now. I love having all of these women who are funny and cool and creative around me for a weekend and I hope all of their great traits rub off on me. Even if we don't have anything in common besides the fact that we're related, we have quilt retreat, and that's a pretty cool thing.