Pumpkin

So now that I finally have pictures, I can update for your viewing pleasure.

I must say I was rather excited to be wielding a large knife, despite the face in the picture.
Seth hates pumpkins with a fiery passion. He MADE me pull all the guts out while he sat back and laughed. He got to do the cool part. (ie cutting it with a big knife) Ridiculous. *

This is a representation of about how much I enjoyed reaching my hand inside a pumpkin and pulling out its guts.

Our masterpiece.
A vicious Pacman eating a ghost.

So we decided that we wanted to bake the pumpkin seeds to eat because we'd heard it was delicious. However, we didn't have time that night and so we bagged the seeds along with the guts in a bag to prepare the next day. I made Seth pull the seeds out since I had had my fill of getting gross pumpkin guts all over my hands. I laughed in his face the whole time.
Mmmm. Actually, this is before we baked them. And we burned them a little bit since we are clearly novice pumpkin seed bakers. I ate three and decided that was enough. I think Seth's roommates finished them off. They can be counted on to eat anything I do not want.

*Upon seeing this, he said "That's not completely accurate, is it? . . . . I allowed you to. I gave you the opportunity."
Thanks Seth. Thanks.

Oh my crazy!

As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found this little quotation written down on a piece of paper from some time ago. It was said by my roommate Kimberly to my other roommate Lydia.

"Oh you don't even know how tough Janette and I are. We ran into the wall and it started screaming. "

And then after we had finished laughing at this,

"I should have said crying, screaming is just freaky. "

Solid.

Video

I made a video this weekend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlyICpw3yOQ

Guess which one I am.

So, Smith.

So today at 7 am Michelle and I went to meet Poppa and David for a little breakfast at the Cracker Barrel. It was a delightful morning, and this was mostly due to Michelle's vast amounts of knowledge and her burning desire to share it with us.

Today's topic of conversation was where surnames come from. Apparently you can "run out" of first names, since this is what happened in the medieval days in England. Those tiny little towns simply couldn't make up any more first names! I guess English people only had a few to choose from back then, which led to multiple people with the same name and much confusion in the villages. And thus surnames became a necessity.

"So, like the last name of Smith comes from blacksmith. Only people back then couldn't spell very well. So, Smith. "

You're feeling smarter already, aren't you! and yes. That is an exact quote from Michelle.

So there you have it. Where surnames came from and why. You're welcome.

Just so you know

Since generally when I speak about my job it is to complain about it, I thought I would dedicate a post as to why I love my job. Just so that I can assure you that I am not completely miserable when I go to work, since I know you have been fretting about that since my last post about Cold Stone.

Reasons why working at Cold Stone is amazing.
1. Free Ice Cream. Everytime I work. A-Mazing.
Actually, what I should say is that my friends and roommates think this is A-Mazing. as they are the ones who get all my free ice creams. It's how I get and keep friends....
Really, I eat plenty of samples at the store to keep me full and satisfied. It is almost ridiculous the amount of samples I take.

2. My co-workers are some of the funniest people I have ever met and as proof, here is a joke they told me the other night:
Why do melons have such good weddings?
Because they can't elope!
HA!

Also today when a Kelly Clarkson song came on, my co-worker Matt pumped his fist in the air and yelled yes! Then he declared his love for Kelly Clarkson to me, and proceeded to sing along with the whole song.

Hilarious, hilarious people.

3. It is always fun to serve ice cream to people that are VERY excited to be getting some. They laugh, they cheer, they can't stop smiling. It is extremely entertaining to watch. Also, these unusually happy people tend to compliment you quite a lot about what a fabulous ice cream mixer you are. It is a great time for the both of us.

4. It allowed me to have the following conversation with my Grandpa Toolson yesterday:
G:Where do you work again?
J: Cold Stone Creamery
G: and what do you do there?
J: I serve ice cream to people
G: Ohh, do you get to eat the ice cream too?
J: Yeah, we get free ice creams every time we work.
G: So how much do you weigh?
J: Ummm...Grandpa I'm pretty sure you are not supposed to ask a woman that.
G: (giggling to himself) OK fine, have you gained weight since working there?
J: What? No.
G: Ok. That's good
J: Yeah thanks Grandpa.
(that was actually a blatant lie to my grandfather, but come on! who asks people that!?)

5. It allows me to see people. Although they may only be visiting me for the free ice creams... still, it's nice to feel loved. Also, it allows me to not work for a few minutes while I chat up my friends.

6. I am a manager. Ultimate power!

In conclusion, I love working at Cold Stone.

Video

Since my life is not really that exciting, I'm going to write about other, more interesting people that I associate with.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cY6Gngey3vU

So this is a video that my friends spent one afternoon doing. Enjoy.

Victory

The other week I scared Seth.

He was sitting at his kitchen table with his back to me, headphones in, front door wide open.

Prime scaring conditions.

How could I not take advantage of the situation? So I sneaked in, and with one superb movement, grabbed him and yelled Seth!
He then jumped, oh, I would guess about 3 feet in the air.
And as if that were not entertaining enough, he also dropped his apple slice onto the floor.

Sweet, sweet victory.