I know I'm weird

Wanna know something that bothers me so.very.much. ?!?!
White noise.
I know that's strange.
It just drives me crazy.
Crazy enough to dedicate a whole blog post to how much it irritates the heck out of me.
We fortunately have two switches in the bathroom.
One to turn on the light. And one to turn on... the fan.
I am a good girl and make sure I turn on the fan during a shower. But I run my naked booty over to that switch the moment I hop out of the shower to turn the fan off. I don't know why I have such an aversion to white noise. It is actually really silly.

Almost as silly as my aversion to:
chalk (my Sunday school class has to write on the board for me) and
wind turbines (If I stare at them too long, I start to have anxiety issues- Jimmy always has to drive to Disneyland.)

I know we're late to the party

But we have really loved watching

Friday Night Lights

 

Jimmy and I rarely sit down and watch anything together-

it's a near miracle for us to both be hooked on a show.

I love the characters, not so much all the teenage drinking.

If you are a fan, we just saw the episode with this part:

We laughed pretty hard when Tim Riggins kept repeating that statement.

 Jimmy went as far as posting this picture on my computer desktop waiting for me to find it.

He's a funny boy, Jimmy... he does that often- take an inside joke and post it somewhere just waiting for me to discover it. I love it. And I return the favor by jumping out at him when he least expects it...

Patience is a virtue

and darn near impossible to acquire...

Kate had an appointment this morning.
As always, we were 20 minutes early.
Fortunately, they got us in quickly.
Which turns out to be the only early thing done all day.

The doctor took one listen to Kate's breathing and sent us straight to X-Ray. (I know the real term is the radiology department, but seriously- how often do I get to use the letter 'X' ?!)
She told us to come right back to the office after going down to the lab.
Well, we waited in line for an X-ray for over an hour.
Kate was in tears, just sitting on my lap.
It was just a mother's worst nightmare. When the X-ray was finally completed, we returned to the doctor's office...
they were closed for lunch.
We waited for two hours then were finally seen and received a prescription.

Then we waited in another line at the pharmacy.
Which took another hour.
Now I wanted to cry.
In line I kept looking over at my little girl wearing a mask (mandatory), looking like a zombie, weeping and coughing. It was just sad.

By the tie all was said and done, we were at the doctor's office for over 5 hours. That's six episodes of Chopped. Something needs to be done about that.

Hoopla's a good thing

General Conference in The House of Graham is like a holiday. We go all out.
Favorite foods
Fancy jim jams
Games and packets
New journals
Lots of notes
We do not do anything but watch conference- and love it.

Unfortunately the internet went out on Saturday between the morning and afternoon session. It was pretty devastating. That may sound like a pretty steep word to explain my feelings. But I'm telling you, it is appropriate. We PLAN for this weekend. Because Kate was sick we couldn't drive down the hill to watch it at church. The kindly neighbors offered a spot on their couch, but we really didn't want to get their family sick.
In our conversation with the neighbors, the wife said, "Maybe there's a reason you're not supposed to watch it."
How silly. Right?
Wrong!
The reason why we needed to see that session another day is this:
We had a nice enough time watching conference but Jimmy and I were preoccupied with Kate's health. She coughed the whole time and was unable to take notes and do the games and packets. That little girl looks forward to conference just as much as we do. Rather than having a environment buzzing with joy and excitement we were all subdued.
Now, this weekend we are planning on watching the afternoon session we missed.
With all the hoopla.

Mormon X-Mas morning

I saw that saying on  a blog this morning. We call the first weekend of October and April "Mormon X-Mas morning" because we spend the day in jim jams, eat yummy (and usually special) food and watch General Conference. Two things that are a tradition in the House of Graham as far as GC traditions go are: ice cream sundaes and 7-layer dip.
This year, we threw a curveball! Whaaaat?!
That's right! We made 7-layer dip, alright...

Mediterranean 7-layer dip!

'Twas delicious, folks!

Recipe:

hummus

tzatziki

cucumbers

red bell pepper

red onion

feta cheese

olives

 

I got everything from TJ's

And if you want to get all craaazy- throw on some pepperonchinis!

8-layer dip! Is that even possible?!

Instead of tortilla chips, use pita chips for dipping.

I will not be opening a chinese restaurant anytime soon...

Kate is still very sick. I am concerned she has pneumonia. The advice nurse asked that we wait out the weekend to see if anything gets better... and so I have spent 3 days worrying about my little girl and her spiking fevers. But, I will listen to the nurse.
Because I missed work yesterday due to Kate's illness, I didn't want to miss today as well. In swoops my fabulous mother in law! She offered to watch Kate while I went off to the daycare. Jimmy's sister and her husband will be coming into town tonight and Nana was making dinner for everyone.  Nana had plans to cook all day at our house while I was gone and just reheat everything.
It turns out last minute that I didn't have to go in to work after all, so I stayed home to help Nana cook the food. Well... Nana had all the ingredients for some pretty involved recipes. I like to cook. Don't get me wrong. But the recipes she chose to make were very labor intensive.

I think it was blessing in disguise that I wasn't needed at work. It took us gals 5 hours to cook everything for dinner. And we only made three things! You see, Richard (my BIL) was having a birthday that evening. Richard likes Chinese food. So Nana chose Chinese recipes... well, Americanized Chinese food recipes.
We breaded and fried pounds and pounds of meat.
We made many sauces.
We chopped up tons of veggies.

It was a ton of work, but we had a good time. However, when we sat down after all that work and looked at the receipts, we both decided it wasn't worth it. After all the shopping was said and done, the food cost around $90. Because we used all copy cat recipes from Panda Express, we reasoned that it probably would have been a better idea to just buy the food already made.

Lesson learned.
On a happy note- we had enough orange chicken to feed a small country. Anyone hungry?

Following promptings

I went down the hill today to deliver four loaves of bread around town. When I was driving down Silverado Trail, which is a very busy road with a high speed limit, a little boy darted across the road in front of me. He was being chased by his mother that could not catch him. I saw the panic and concern in his mother's face and made a split second decision to catch him. When I looked in the rear view mirror I saw that the mother could not get across the street because no one would stop to let her cross. This little boy was running fast. When I first followed him, I got ahead and turned into a driveway to head him off and he ran around the car. The poor mother was trailing far behind. Then I sped up to get way ahead of the boy and physically catch him. When he got to me, I was able to put my arms around him and just barely hold on to him until the sobbing mother caught up.

She was really emotional and just said, "Thank you, thank you! He's autistic. My son has never done this before. Thank you for catching him." I just looked her in the eyes and responded, "It's okay. He's okay. You're okay." Then I insisted on driving them home. At first the mother declined, but she was pretty shaken up and I could tell she needed it. When she finally agreed, I got to learn a little more about them. I informed her that I was delivering bread. When I got to their house to drop the mother and son off, I gave them a loaf of bread. The woman tried not to take it, but I was insistent. She took the bread and the boy took the butter and off I went.

As soon as I got into the car, I just burst into tears. This is why:
1) That morning I was making bread dough. It takes 24 hours for the dough to rise, so you have to plan ahead before delivery the following day. I felt a prompting to make an extra batch of dough. Rather than question it, I just made the dough. So, the loaf that I gave away today could be replaced tomorrow by the dough I made today.
2) I realized that the events leading up to me leaving at the exact moment I did were meant to be. I needed to leave the house at the precise moment I did.
3) I also realized that Heavenly Father put me in that place because He loves His children. He loves me- letting me be of service. He loves the boy, keeping him safe in traffic. He loves that mother.

When I realized these things in quick progression, I was just overwhelmed with the spirit. I called one of the customers and asked if I could deliver her bread tomorrow rather than today and she was totally fine with it. Everything worked out. Everything was okay. I am so glad that I got to be part of that experience. I am so glad Heavenly Father trusted me to help his child. I am grateful that I listened to the Holy Ghost multiple times to be able to help. I have to tell you, I absolutely love being a part of His plan.

Poor Sick Baby

When I picked Kate up from school, she was really quiet.
You know something's wrong if Kate is quiet.
In public, Kate is really shy.
When she gets around someone she feels comfortable with, it's hard to get her to stop talking.
Whenever I pick that girl up from school she is talking non-stop. I think that's she's trying to make up for being quiet all day.

So when Kate said she was tired and wanted to take a nap when we got home, I knew immediately that she was sick. That's always been the indicator. So now I sit with my poor sick baby that is running a high fever. I think she'll feel better soon. Unless she gets the pneumonia that has been passed around the family... let's hope not.

Kismet

Yesterday was a kismet kind of day...

Last week when I was shopping for the bacon and cheddar we'd be using for Kate's bread, there were a few raised eyebrows. The cashier asked what all the bacon was for. And then I launched into my story about Kate raising money and baking bread- you know, cause bread is my life now. (That's not complaining in any way- just a fact)
Well, one of the neighboring cashiers said, "I'll buy a loaf!" And I took her up on that. She mentioned this on Friday and we had one baked for her on Monday morning, ready to deliver. I had an extra loaf that morning because someone rescheduled last minute. Because it takes 24 hours for bread to rise, when someone cancels too late in the game- I'm stuck with an extra loaf.  I actually didn't know what I was going to do. If this had happened in the past, I would have kept the bread (all to myself) and eaten it piece by piece until the evidence was gone and my family wouldn't have known the difference. But, I am a changed woman. I only do that on free days, now.
But I digress...
Anyway, when I had this extra loaf, I went crazy texting trying to sell it off.
When we were getting ready for school, Kate and I wrapped up the bread and put a loaf in the car for the cashier at Trader Joe's. I had an inkling to grab the extra loaf and put it in the car too. After dropping Kate off, I went straight to TJ's to find this cashier. I walked up and down the aisles and see her in the distance- then stopped and did a double take. Someone who had already ordered bread and paid the previous day 9but was scheduled for a Friday delivery) was shopping in that same aisle! I looked at her and just blurted out, "Do you want your bread today?" A little stunned at my brashness, she stuttered, "Uh... sure!"
I bebopped my way out of the store and grabbed a loaf for each woman. I was able to do a delivery 2 for 1. It was pretty cool. On my way out I had to grab a couple of things and this is my receipt:

Cool, huh? So, my friends- it was a kismet kind of day...

 

Run, Stephanie, run!

The other night, I had neglected to do my cardio until late at night. It wasn't until about 10:00 pm that I laced up the running shoes and set out for the mailbox. I have to run a minimum of 20 minutes to get the requirement fulfilled on my program. Because it was not a school night, Kate decided to come with me and Jimmy. A run to the mailbox is a quarter mile. So, from the front door to the mailbox and then back to the front door is 1/2 mile. Usually, I will do about 6 laps.

This night, I had set out to run at least 6 laps. But the moon wasn't out and I could barely see my hand in front of my face. Yet, I was determined to get that point! Half way through our laps, Kate and Jimmy started walking while I kept up a runner's pace. Even though I knew they were on the road to the mailbox, I could not see my family. But, when I was out near the road and they were near the barn I heard a terrified scream from my daughter... followed closely by the sound of a pack of coyotes. Now, if you have never heard coyotes howling in the night- you're lucky. If you hear them in the pitch black, getting closer by the second- it tends to be a little scary to say the least. I knew they wouldn't hurt me, but I my mommy instinct was strong. I ran so fast back towards the house, all the while the howling getting closer. I knew they were close because the neighbor's dog was chasing them.

By the time I got back to my family, the coyotes were in the brush. When we reached to door together they were being chased off by the dog. It was a close one, folks.

I still cannot believe my family waited outside for me to get back to them! You know the 'fight or flight' instinct? I am flight all the way. I am a runner. I learned that valuable lesson at girls' camp when I was scared so bad and actually pushed a girl in front of me as a sacrifice and ran the other way. Stellar, I know. But at least I am honest. So, to see my sweet little girl waiting for me and  shaking in fright as the predators grew closer was so touching... but I still beat everyone back into the house.

Best Sunday of the year!

Today we had our Primary Program.
As always it was adorable.
The best is the little hiccups throughout the program- you know, the mispronounced words or the heavy breathing into the microphone...
I personally love watching the missteps more than a perfect program. I think maybe because that's how Heavenly Father sees us.

He's the dad sitting in the congregation, knowing that those little kids have worked so hard to get it right. He knows the preparation that this program took. Not just the two or three weeks, but the lifetime of practice: learning the songs, the principles, the endless hours teachers and parents have prepared lessons...
And how does the father see his children?
How do we see these children?

I see them through eyes of love. I see them trying their hardest to do what is right. I see those children facing their fears and standing up to talk to a room full of people bigger than them. I see all they want to say- even though the part they've read is small. The mistakes are endearing because those little children are striving to do their best.

My question again-
How does the Father see His children?

Help Wanted

Kate has always had issues when it comes to motor skills. She may be able to read circles around her peers, but when it comes to physical prowess- poor kid can't run in a straight line. At the end of every school year, I have always been approached by the teacher requesting me to work on her fine motor skills over the Summer. In all cases, I have wanted to shout, "I do!!! You think that I don't spend most of my time with her trying to improve?!"

It took me four and a half years to teach Kate to tie her shoes. And let's not talk about the countless hours it required to finally get that girl to ride a bike... even now, these things are difficult for her to accomplish.

It's only when I got Kate into riding lessons that I really thought about this being more than just a small issue. Watching Kate on the horse and her progress has made me re-evaluate what my daughter needs to be successful in this life. Although her academic grades are wonderful, physical things have always been difficult. We are still working on showering and personal hygiene independently.

So, we are meeting with Kate's teacher, principal and doctor this week to figure this out. I know something is up. I can feel it. I also know there is a solution. I'm just pleading for your prayers in this difficult and new territory. We are fortunate to be blessed with such a wonderful daughter. I have total faith in her ability to cope with whatever comes from this season of searching. It's actually me who needs your prayers...

Like taking candy from a baby

At the day care I work, there is a tough little guy that is just a little hard to handle. To be honest with you, I seemed to have overcome the hurdle of  having the desire to lock him in the backyard everyday... Gosh that sounds bad, but the backyard is a pleasant place. Me and this little dude, we're cool now.

I took the kids to the park today and had a blast as I do every time we visit the park. The aforementioned child came in tow, of course. While we were playing hide and go seek, little guy came out from behind the bush with a stick. As always I said, "Sticks belong on the ground." and as always, little guy ignored my direction the first time I stated the rule. Now, mind you- every single time we go to the park, I have the exact same conversation with the exact same kid. Things aren't going to change, dude! Don't play with the sticks!

Unless, of course Miss Stephanie sees that the stick little guy is holding just happens to be the ultimate in a perfect Hermione Granger wand to complete Kate's Halloween costume. Now, this child is a smart boy. If he finds out I want to stick, I will never get it. I envision a scene in which I am lunging for the stick in slow motion while he dramatically breaks it in half and sticks out his tongue. When I snap back to reality, the boy is stabbing the bush with the wand, I mean stick.

So in an effort to diffuse my enthusiasm, I calmly ask the little guy to put the stick on the ground. I swear, he knows I want it. But maybe he's slipped a little because he happily places the stick down and runs off. I swooped in a snatched that stick faster than you can say, "Lumos". With a near giddy expression I tilt my head to glance at what the boy is holding now.

Oh gosh, another stick... *Gasp* THE stick. The stick that is way better than the one I am already triumphing over in my hand. He DID know what he was doing the whole time! That kid knew he could outsmart me with a bait and switch. My eyes narrowed ever so slightly when I calmly say, "Sticks belong on the ground, sweetie."

How in the world am I going to navigate this situation?
I cannot wrestle a toddler for a wand. That just sounds crazy...
So, I watch carefully as little guy is running aimlessly (or so he wants me think) around the park. I offer to trade the stick I have now with the new object of my desire to no avail. In fact- he is now drumming the park sign with the perfectly knobby, dark, smooth stick!!!

If I ask him to put the stick down again, I know from past behavior that this boy has escalated to the 'stomp on the stick as soon as it hits the ground' stage. I must be stealth. I must use my head. While Hermoine's wand is being abused against the sign, "If you hit the sign again, I will take away the stick" I warn. That boy turns and looks at me with reckless abandon and starts sprinting around with my intended!

Well folks, I was wearing my running shoes- so run I must. And so begins the game of cat and mouse with me just waiting for the boy to hit some object with the stick so I can coax it out of his little hands. After much running, he finally stops at a tree and starts drumming away. I win!
With my firm voice (not trying to sound ecstatic, no doubt) I say, "Please hand me the stick." And with just a little hesitation, the little guy hands over the ultimate in perfection. Yes! I did it. I wasn't expecting anyone to see me tuck the wand into my waistband and under my shirt. But the lady walking through the park was looking at me with same expression you are probably wearing while reading this ridiculous story.

I will say this- Kate's costume will be fabulous.

FREE DAY!

Wanna hear what I ate on my free day?

7 pieces of bacon cheddar bread- eaten spaced out, not in one sitting, mind you.
a chocolate chip cookie following the Bouchon Bakery cookbook
A slice of Filippi's cheese pizza

The End

Back on program tomorrow!

3 4 U & ME

I know I have been doing all kinds of different weight loss programs. And they have all been successful. But changing things up a bit have always been helpful.

I just completed my newest program: 3 4 U & ME

My friend and I decided to write a program specific to our needs.
We did the challenge together and had success!
There was a point system as in previous programs but the rewards were different.
This is how it broke down:

If I got more points for the week, she did a service for me and vice versa.
If we tied, we got to do something fun together (bowling, golfing, hike etc.)
At the end of three week, we weighed in and winner gets to choose a restaurant to have an end of program dinner.

I have absolutely loved this set up!
If anyone would like to do this with a friend in their town, just let me know- I can send you the charts. Also, there is a way to set up the system so you can do it with more than two people. Unlike the previous times I've done a program, this one has to be with someone you can meet with on a weekly basis. I loved it.

good movies abound!

It is rare that we see two movies that are back to back good. But, when that happens, my faith in humanity is restored. I have to admit that I am pretty tired of another remake of the same story. How many Superman/Spiderman/Romeo & Juliet can you have? What about the sequels/prequels/trilogies?!
I like a good movie and of course, when there is a book trilogy, a movie trilogy is necessary. However, I really feel like Hollywood is getting lazy in the fresh idea department.

Until this week...

We saw two stellar movies. The first was:

LOVED it!!! At first, I was a little wary because of the terrible dye job on the main character. And I could barely hear the movie because there were a ton of little kids in the theater. But the subtitles made it unnecessary to really hear much anyway. The movie is originally in Spanish. I have never been afraid of subtitles for a couple of reasons: my favorite movie is best in its subtitled glory and I am used to subtitles because of my addiction to Korean dramas.
This particular film actually had a little of the same feeling of "Life is Beautiful" the aforementioned subtitled film that I prefer in the original Italian. The story is different but has such similar elements: tragedy, humor and love. I highly recommend this movie for this reason alone- Jimmy cried.

Second great movie experience:

Loved it so much that I may have seen it twice... in two days.
It did help that the screening was at y favorite little downtown theater. You know, the one with couches and a velvet curtain and small town feel. This movie is entirely silly and utterly fabulous. The first time watching, it was with Jimmy. Although he laughed plenty, I knew experiencing this movie with girls would be a whole different experience.
So, the following day I went with Ashley and Diana.
And we laughed and laughed and shared a pint of Ben and Jerry's.
THAT is why I went with chicks.

Not just another Monday...

Jimmy and I had a tough day.
He ended up taking the day off because we knew that emotions would be running high.
The little girl we had wanted to adopt (but it wasn't right for her or our family) went to her forever home yesterday. I know she is in the right place. I know that this is part of her plan specifically written just for her in heaven- but it was still difficult for us to accept.

So rather than try and treat today as just another Monday, we took the day to hike and go to the movies and spend time together ignoring the outside world.
It was good day charged with sorrow and joy and understanding.

I have a firm faith that everything will work out. We will be okay. And sweet, darling, spunky Little Miss will be just fine. More than fine. We will find our feet and move on in this journey hand picked for us.

Happy (Real) Anniversary, Jimmy!

Yesterday, we celebrated with a day full of fun.
Today we celebrated with a nap.
Nothing compares to a Sunday nap.

I did actually attend a mission farewell for a young woman that I taught in seminary, was one of my YCLs at girls' camp and worked for me as a server for many a catering event.  She did an amazing job! What I really appreciated so much about her talk was this: Catherine had planned a whole talk but was prompted by the spirit to give a talk that was entirely different talk. Already, she knows what missionary work is all about: acting on promptings of the spirit. Because her talk was that way, of course I cried through the whole thing. And upon going up to congratulate her after the fact, I ugly cried on her...

I am so proud of the young woman that Catherine has grown into. Her preparation for serving the Lord showed today. It makes me so happy to see all these young women that I have prayed over and invested in at one point or another become such amazing people. They have learned valuable lessons and I have gotten to watch it unfold. I love to see that fire ignite.

Celebrating our 12th Anniversary!

We had a fabulous time today celebrating our anniversary today. Kate spent the day with Nana so we could pack the day with some fun events. Although, most of those events did not some to pass because of the freak rainstorm that happened for the majority of the day...

We didn't really get deterred, however. Instead of going on a 12 mile hike, as planned- we ate a Squeeze Inn. Trade burning 1,400 calories to eating them in one sitting. A fair trade, no?

 

I gave Jimmy a kind of joke gift that has been hiding in the closet for months. Jimmy and I have a little production we perform quite often in the car. That production is a duet in which we sing the main song from the movie Dirty Dancing. We have performed this much to the embarrassment of our daughter and pretty much anyone else who has had the misfortune to be our audience. Yet, we still do it. And so, what is more apropos than the Dirty Dancing board game? So here is a picture of Jimmy smiling for the camera looking absolutely thrilled to be receiving such a gift.

 And here is Jimmy's real reaction when he thought I had put the camera away:

Hahaa!!!

Because Jimmy appreciated the gift so much, he turned around and bought me new running shoes for my gift. Another fair trade...

We enjoyed the movie Instructions not included and then followed with dinner at Ad hoc! I have been wanting to go to Ad hoc for years... I am such a stalker like freak about anything Thomas Keller. In fact, I am friends with the team that designed all of TK's cookbooks and restaurant packaging and such. They just recently gave me a copy of TK's publication Finesse. I squealed above an octave I did not know was possible.

All in all it was a fabulous day. We did do a ton of fun things. But I have to admit that I would have fun regardless what we did- I just love hanging out with Jimmy. I didn't care what I did as long as it was with him. I suppose that's why it's been 12 years...

Frivolous to others...

Important to me.*

 

I have been an avid fan of those double walled tumblers with hard straw. Like this beauty:

 

 

Can I tell you a story about my love affairs with these things?! It all started with a free gift from a client. I did a catering job and they gave me tumbler with Christmas candy stuffed inside. I got hooked. I can drink double water out of these cups. It seriously helps with my H2O consumption. But then, that cup broke after months of worthy service. I was pretty upset. Not for long, though. A friend had heard my predicament and gave me a similar cup from her insurance company to replace my loss... the feature that lead me on my downward spiral? It was 20 oz.!!! The other was only 16 oz. And so my addiction was cemented. When I broke that cup the DAY AFTER I RECEIVED IT, I was pretty bummed. But, alas, I did not break it beyond productivity. Yes, the lid was so sharp on the broken edge that I cut myself once or twice- but I was drinking 20 oz. of water at a time, people!!!

When the 20 ouncer broke, I was already anticipating my next fix. Every supermarket frequented would result in my trolling for another cup. It was on a fateful day in the Fall of that year that I finally found another cup to feed my addiction in the strangest of places- Home Goods. Now I have yet another reason to love that place. Well folks, I could not get a handle on my excitement- and neither could the kids at the daycare. While at work the following day, one of the kids dropped my water cup on the ground and it didn't break! BUT the straw snapped in half. Good news, I did not throw away my last cup because of my attachment. So, I used the old straw with the new cup. Ahhhh... sweet relief .And so, the Home Goods cup and I had a steady run. Until, My sister-in-law Ashley graced me with the gift of a 22 oz. water cup from Jamba Juice. TWENTY TWO OUNCES. And so the need for a double walled tumbler had met it's ultimate match. This cup in all its massive water holding ability had one flaw- no straw. What kind of place sells a cup with out a straw?! Jamba Juice.
If you'll remember, I still have the trusty straw from the insurance cup (you know, the one before Home Goods?). What proved to be a problem is that the straw from the insurance agency was for a 20 oz. cup. My new cup was- say it with me- TWENTY TWO OUNCES! and the old straw was too short. Gah!

But, I looked like an idiot and used it anyway... it was actually pretty humorous. The Home Good cup got dropped over time and I had to discard it. So, let's do a quick recap: 16 oz. cup-shattered, 20 oz. insurance cup- broken lid, 20 oz. Home Goods- snapped straw and eventually broken, 22 oz. Jamba Juice cup- still going strong!!! Until last week. Last week will go down as a day of infamy in the House of Graham. Jimmy knocked my cup off the counter. The cup and straw were not intact. The look on poor Jimmy's face... Let me give you an idea of how he felt- you, dear readers have now read multiple paragraphs about doubled walled tumblers. Jimmy has LIVED it. His face was horrified.

The very day, I went to Jamba Juice- they no longer sell those cups!
Then Jimmy went on Amazon and found a cup- then they cancelled the shipment!
We went to Target- none in the same shape!

Then, on a fateful girls' getaway, my dear friend Kristina came out of Starbucks with a 24 oz. double walled tumbler. I cannot even wrap my brain around this, people! Twen-ty FOUR ounces?! TWENTY four ounces. TWENTY FOUR FREAKING OUNCES!!!!

And now, I am happy. I am complete. And Starbucks will no longer sell those cups next month. Would it be weird if I bought some for my food storage?

*It's pretty sad that I remember all of these cups, isn't it? I think I need help.