The Thanksgiving Thing

For the past three years, I have spent Thanksgiving in West Yellowstone, Montana with my ski club, putting in lots of hours of training and eating. Burning an average of 1500-2000 calories a day training, means a lot of eating, which I happily oblige! Really, I have no issue with gorging myself on food...except when it is food at the Days Inn provided by some skiing foundation. It is not that it is uneatable-I mean the salad and desserts are really good (when you get some..)-but the rest of the food is...well uhhh creative? I know I am suppose to be healthy, but piling every single dish with all the vegetables they can fit is a little excessive, I mean eggplant really? I am not sure if that is even edible....or their weird obsession with oysters? Please, leave it out of the spaghetti sauce. I have eaten some strange bread called lavasha (it was pretty good) and Naan (not so good), but really WHAT KIND OF NAMES FOR FOOD IS LAVASHA OR NAAN!?

Instead my friend
Kaley and I just eat Nutella and Wheat Thin Stixs! Seriously so yummy! We have already gone through 3 boxes of the stixs and one jar of Nutella. After we finished our jar of Nutella we went scavenging for some more yesterday, on Thanksgiving. West Yellowstone is a dead town on Thanksgiving. Well It
is a dead town without it being a holiday.
Kaley devouring the last of the Nutella 

We did not find much. Only one gas station was open and the ski shop. But what we did find was our friends Sienna and Anna getting creative to pass the time. Sorry for the blurry picture. If you cannot tell what they are doing I will explain. They took a bungee cord rope, tied it around themselves, found a recycling bin and took some cardboard, and pulled each other on the iced coated streets. Directly in the center of town-in the middle of the street. Living life on the edge.

All in all, Thanksgiving was pretty good. Even though we did have tacos for lunch (we did have a normal Thanksgiving dinner though) and there was the unrepeatable whipped cream incident, nothing can beat playing a massive game of sardines in the hotel, running in the woods at night, getting hyper off vending machine food, and snuggling with some of the best work out buddies anyone could ask for. Thanksgiving this year really made me appreciate my mother's cooking and my family's craziness that I missed. Oh well, there is always next year!

Until Next Time,

Miss Sass A Frass

Quotes with my Best Friends

My Best friend, Jessica, and I have a pretty unique friendship. Not just anyone can walk into your house-without knocking-and go straight to the freezer for ice cream. 

Last night as Jessie and I were working on chemistry, we had some great conversations. You never know what will pop out of our mouths at 10:30 pm, after hours of chemistry. 

Me: What is the fastest way to make money?

Jessie: *Gets evil look on face* legal or illegal? 

Me: Give me both! 

Jessie: Easy! Prostitution!! Make loads of money fast! 

Me: Is there an option where I don't sell my body? 

Jessie: Rob a bank! 

Me: I think both of those are illegal...

Maddie (little sister): I think I am gonna die!! My tongue is swollen and has little red bumps on it! 

Me: It is called taste buds.

Maddie: Jessie, can I look at your tongue?

Jessie: Sure! *Proceeds to stick out tongue and compare it with Maddie's*

Maddie: Ohhh, I am normal! 

Me: Jessie, can you go stick this on my iHome?
Jessie: What will you give me? 
Me: A hug?
Jessie: *gives me THE look*
Me: Make you bacon?
Jessie: *pops out of bed and puts the ipod away* It is ridicules what I will do for food! 

To say the least, I love my best friend!

Until Next Time,

Miss Sass A Frass

It Started with Blackmail

Wednesday morning I was blackmailed by my boyfriend, Zach- to go to class. Although the class is utterly pointless and I had not done the homework, Zach felt that I needed to go to class. I was not a happy camper, but he promised to shave his attempt of No-Shave November. Half-way through class I received a text saying I needed to go on a secret mission and to check my box after class. In my box was a note with directions to go outside to the car and meet an undercover agent. I walked outside and there leaning up against his car was Agent Goscha decked out in a classy black suit and tie. Without breaking character he proceeded to tell me he was from MI6 and that my help was needed to find a bomb and deactivate it.

 As I jumped in the car and sped away, Agent Goscha handed me a loaded (airsoft) gun. I couldn't help but notice the James Bond music that played in the background and the lack of a British accent on the operative. I guessed that he was undercover as an American operative. With little time before the bomb was scheduled to go off, I had to rapidly figure out this clue: 

 

      I was stumped too, for a little while. 

When we arrived at the park, we raced to find the message left by "Leroy" who was with Al Qaeda.  I found the water bomb, shot off the enemy, and completed with mission with seconds to spare. After Agent Goscha and I walked back to his vehicle, he pulled out a dozen of my favorite flowers (remember what those were from one of my posts?) and asked me to Gadkin at Bethel. To find out what that is, stay tuned! For now this operative needs to sign out, she needs 8 hours of sleep to prepare for her next mission: Chemistry

Until Next Time,

Miss Sass A Frass

"Hello,My name is_______"

This last week I was campaigning for Michelle Bachmann. She won the election...barely, but she pulled through because, I am sure, of my heartfelt phone calls I made. I had some very funny-and sometimes rude-phone calls. Some of my favorite responses were:

Me: Hello! I am calling on the behalf of the Republican Candidates reminding you to get out and vote...
Man: No, I am voting for Mickey Mouse
Me: Well can I encourage you to vote for....Do you know where your polling place is?
Man: Yes! Disney World!
Me: Well Sir....
(FAVORITE PHONE CALL EVER!)

Me: Hello! My name is Gretel and I am calling on the behalf of the Republican Candidates reminding you to get out and vote...
Old Man: Why?
Me: Because...Can I encourage you to vote for Mitt Romney, Michelle Bachmann...
Old Man: I will never vote for that COMMUNIST!
Me: Sir, she is not a communist...
Old man proceeds to tell me his life story and how he is a republican farmer turned democrat...Such a fun conversation!

Me:....Can I encourage you to vote for Mitt Romney, Michelle Bachmann...
Old Lady: Are you Crazy???
Me: No, Ma'am, no I am not.

These are just a few of my 500 conversations (I am not exaggerating) that I had with people. I really wanted to act like this baby on the phone to a couple people. Michelle Bachmann did win-by the skin of her teeth, but she pulled through. I am sure it's only because of my spectacular dancing on the street corner while sign waving.

Until Next Time,

                                     Miss Sass A Frass