my sister recently found a shirt with a great definition of teamwork

teamwork: when everyone does what i say


i think i might need that t-shirt. . .

i spent last week in st. george, vegas, and zions. it was warm (i got a good start on my tan too). much better than the clouds and rain i came home to today. mr. sunshine won't you please come up north, and soon?

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now for all you mathematicians out there, you know that yesterday was pi day since it was March 14 or 3 14. well, let me tell you, i celebrated to the fullest. this is no longer a holiday for math teachers who want an excuse to have a party during class and not teach that day, it's a day for making lots of pies and going back to our math roots.

i began my celebration about 2:40 a.m. because according to my friend rob, who all of the sudden became an expert on the correct celebration rituals of pi day, decided that we needed to eat a pie at 3:14 A.M.! i don't even start Christmas morning that early. anyway we bought a whip cream--with a small smattering of coconut--pie at macey's (thank you for being open 24 hours). we each then ate a small piece of pie and patiently waited for 3:14 to roll around so we could recite the first 100 digits of pi, because according to rob's "pi day society" that is how you celebrate. we finished this part of the celebration by all sharing one last piece of pie that was passed around our circle.so yes, we had 10 of us chanting the first 100 digits of pi at 3:14 in the morning (i apologize to the apartment above us).

next i slept in until 12:30 because well, i was tired.

then, i began baking my pie for a friendly pie-baking competition held later in the evening. it was almost all my favorite things in one pie--oreos, chocolate chips, cheesecake, coconut, sweetened condensed milk, and pecans; yes, it was good. (thank you to some great neighbors with great recipes)

naturally, after that i went shopping since it was a holiday. i only say this because i had the best jean buying experience ever. i went to banana, walked straight to the classic straight leg jeans, tried them on and they fit perfectly so i bought them and got 40% off. all of this happened in a matter of 10 minutes. how great is that?!

anyway, we had our pie-competition and after a lot of deliberation, the judging was inconclusive. the spokes-judge gave the best pie award to a very-berry pie, but the others said they voted for my chocolate, oreo, coconut, cheesecake goodness which was obviously the better choice.

either way, i definitely celebrated the day to the fullest; totally taking pi day to a whole new level

for those of you who have forgotten about pi, here is a nice little definition: Pi is a name given to the ratio of the circumference of a circle to the diameter. That means, for any circle, you can divide the circumference (the distance around the circle) by the diameter and always get exactly the same number. It doesn't matter how big or small the circle is, Pi remains the same. Pi is often written using the symbol and is pronounced "pie", just like the dessert.

so yesterday i decided to make a sandwich for lunch; i got the bread broiling so it would be warmly toasted, the balsamic vinegar mixed with the lettuce, and was just about to slice the avocado when the knife slipped and i stabbed my hand instead.

immediately, i started running my hand under cold water when i felt the all too common feeling (for me at least) of my stomach getting queasy, knees getting weak, and light-headedness coming on. i quickly dropped to my knees with my hand still sticking up under the water and literally started talking to myself. "kristen, this is ridiculous, you are not going to pass out from a little cut." i then sat down, put my head between my knees, and took deep breaths because i started feeling worse. "really, kristen, this is not something people pass out about." i mean it was a tiny tiny cut, like a paper cut and i don't even think i saw any blood.

luckily, i was able to talk myself out of passing out (7 minutes later), but i could not help but laugh at myself because i almost did pass out and all over a small knife cut. i have serious issues with sharp things going through my skin and my defense mechanism is to pass out--it's not a good thing especially when i know it's going to happen. last time i passed out i told the lady taking a blood sample that i should probably lay down because i was going to pass out--she didn't quite believe me, but sure enough as soon as i laid down i was out. it's like a 6th sense i have

i think i did some nerve damage with the knife though because two of my fingers were in a lot of pain yesterday and they are sore today; however, it was a small victory for me because i didn't actually pass out to get out of the pain.

oh and as far as the bread goes, it was black. i turned to chips and salsa because my desire for a sandwich had disappeared--there was no way i was using a sharp knife for the rest of the day.

so besides being the neighborhood's most educated babysitter lately, here are a few pics of what else i've been up to--my trial as an interior decorator in st. george.


this is the house my dad has recently finished in the Ledges Golf Course Community of St. George, Utah