Getting to Know Me: Baking...Plus a couple of random things

I hate baking. For a very short time I liked baking, then it became one of my chores. I had to make cookies three or four times a week, this started this around the time I was 12. I was finally able to quit doing it when I got a job at 16. I love making easy throw together desserts like trifles or dump cakes. However, I am not a huge fan of making cookies or cakes from scratch anymore. If I do I usually don't eat it, and give it away, which can drive Kraig a little nuts sometimes.
I have said before that I don't really cook either. I am not great at it, but I am not bad. I keep thinking I should take a cooking class. I the only thing is if I do this I want to do it with someone. The thing is, whoever I took the class would have to really know me. I am not talking about a superficial friendship, but someone that gets me, that knows my weird side, that understands my quiet side, and that can handle my hyper side. Unfortunately that leaves only a handful people...

My birthday is this week. I use to really hate my birthday, some of it was I always got exactly what I asked for growing up, clothes and books. Always knowing every year exactly what you are getting kills any element of surprise that maybe part of birthdays. Plus I am one of those people that believes in shopping for the person you are getting a present for. Which means I don't get them what I want, I get them things they would like and enjoy, or I give them gift cards because that is what they would like. A few years ago I decided I deserved to celebrate my birthday. I deserved to celebrate the life I have. I usually don't do anything big, last year a few friends, Kraig and I went out to dinner, this year a couple of days after my birthday I am hosting a game night with a few of my friends. I am excited that I get the chance to do this. All I want is a chance to spend time with friends, laugh, and celebrate what I have.

Best Christmas present ever!!

Lastly, I love books. I know I have said this before. I love that they an be an escape and away to heal.

Getting to Know Me: A Few Surprising Facts About Me

I have decided to do a weekly post (or at least close to weekly) on getting to know me. I will still do random posts about our life and things going on too.

I have always been a deeply emotional person. I feel somethings with such depth that it can very difficult. When I was in high school, I was in a place that I felt consumed by fear. By the time I graduated, I was in a constant state of defense. I was so stressed out I would look at food and want to throw up, I was so skinny it was kind of scary. I knew I had to move out of my house. After talking to one of my uncles, and arranging things with him, I was going to move into his and one of my other uncles house. I told my mom I was doing it, but I never told my dad, or my siblings. I didn't want either of my to tell my dad. A few days after talking to my uncle I moved out. I was about a month away from my 19th birthday. The day I moved out my dad was at work, and while my uncles were helping me pack my stuff in my car, and a few things in their cars, my sister call my dad and told my dad at work that I was moving out. He was so mad. For the next month or so I lived with my uncles, and then I moved from Salt Lake to St. George and moved in with my grandparents. Again, I told my mom, but I didn't tell my dad or my siblings. I am not sure when my mom told my dad that I had moved to St. George.
During the month or so that I was living with my uncles, if I had a night off work and I didn't know if my uncles would be home, I would drive around the valley. I did not want to be home alone, because I didn't want my dad to show up and not have my uncles around.

This is a song that I love, and in a lot of way it describes how I felt when I moved out.


In high school, I was pretty much on of the "good" girls, but I wasn't quite perfect enough to be a "Molly Mormon". So a couple of months after my 21st birthday, I did something that kind of surprised a lot of people that knew me. I eloped to Vegas (there is a very long story behind this, so if you want to know my side, just let me know). We were married by the Justice of the Peace, and we had pulled our witnesses off the street. The really crazy thing was I married a guy I had never really dated. We had hung out a lot, and he was one of my best friends, but never officially dated. This year will be our 13th wedding anniversary.

I once tried to take a class at Dixie College while I was living in St. George. It was just fitness, but I failed it. I also decided that since I had no idea what I should do with my life, I wasn't going to waste money going to school until I knew what I wanted. Now I still have no idea what I want to do, and I have never gone back to school. I am not where I thought I would end up, but I never really knew what I wanted to be, so I had no real directions to begin with. Plus now I have changed so much from who I was in high school, that I am not sure I would still have the same dreams I had then.