technical difficulties

Apparently when you add pictures to your blog, they are automatically saved in albums by Google+. Apparently when you delete them from the Google+ albums because you don't need them there and you don't want them all saved on your phone because your phone is an Android and automatically syncs with all things Google ... inhale ... they get deleted. From everything. Including your blog. Naturally, I didn't know this. So you can imagine the mild heart-attack panic-induced state I found myself in when I checked my blog and almost all of the pictures from recent posts were gone. In their place, black squares and rectangles in the same sizes of the pictures that were once there. Ghosts of their former selves. Thankfully, I was able to restore all of the posts from the most recent months. So unless you're digging through my archives, you won't see any of the sad black boxes. Let this be a lesson to all of you Google+ users: don't delete the pictures if they might be on your blog. You're welcome.

in the wee hours of the morning

perfect start to my day yesterday:

early morning temple going, then

out for brunch with the parents.  

miscellany

I spent the better part of last night on Gmail chat with my mom helping my brother finish his research paper on Julius Caesar. I was brought in for editing and forcing the brother to explain himself better. I even brought out my copy of Shakie's complete works to help him find quotations. I went to bed at 11. My mom bowed out at 1 A.M. My dad at 1:30.

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In other news, one of my wisdom teeth may or may not be coming in. Happy Christmas to me. I'm not sure though. Never had a wisdom tooth come in before. What does it feel like? It's lost on me.

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Spencer and I teach cub scouts now. That is, we teach four hyper, talkative, mildly hilarious eight year-old boys who may or may not be very easily bribed into following the rules by cookies.

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I'm currently obsessed with Words with Friends and Barbra Streisand. (No relation between the two) But I can't seem to get enough of Funny Girl. Seriously.Can't.Get.Enough. I drive around belting it out (quite badly in comparison) with Babs. "My Man" gets me every time.

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Filled in at my parents' gym today. The regular receptionist wasn't there. Went out to dinner tonight with my dad afterward. Just me and him.

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A lady I know has a cat that she thinks might be pregnant. If it is, I might be getting a kitten just because kittens are so ridiculously cute. So cute it should probably be outlawed.

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I found pomegranate flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans. Good, but not as great as the juicy pear flavor.

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This time last year I was stressing about finishing all of my finals and getting married at the end of finals week. What were we thinking? But making it all happen. 

With only a few gray hairs to show for it.