Tuesday, April 26, 2011


The word of the day/week/month: stress.

1. School Stress. I am heading into my last finals week of my life. That's right, last one ever. To help me overcome my lack of motivation, I keep reminding myself that I am one large exam and one large thesis away from my degree.

2. Job Stress. I have to find a real job. A real, full-time, benefitted, 8-5, M-F, grown-up job. Unfortunately, the market is less than fruitful these days, and there aren't a ton of opportunities for dietitians in the state of Utah.

3. Stress fracture. In my tibia. Yep. That's what I get for running on bad shoes through shin splints. This is not an image of my tibia, but it is in about the same place. It is terrible to not be able to run. I had to drop out of a half marathon this weekend, which is a bummer.

I'm not sure how long these take to heal! Anyone have any experience here? I'm already 3 weeks off, and I think it's feeling better, but I don't want to re-injure. Anyone??

Thank goodness for Diet Dr. Pepper to help me make it through the next 14 days...

Sunday, April 24, 2011


Happy Easter! I have always loved Easter. It's easily one of my favorite holidays. Aside from the real reason we celebrate Easter, it could be because I love the seasonal candy, it could be dying eggs... Regardless, I love it.

As an adult still living in my parents' home, I kind of just assume every year that the Easter Bunny just isn't going to come. And every year, he manages to make it by the house. I end up telling myself that as a 25-year-old (and my brother as a 27-year-old), we've just outgrown him. But mostly I do this in order to prepare myself for the grim Easter morning when I will in fact wake up and there really is no basket waiting for me.
It will be a sad day.
This year, with the help of a very obliging date, I figured I could still indulge my childhood tradition and dye eggs, just in case this is THE year that he forgets the Warner kids. In the end, who doesn't like hard boiled eggs? Deviled eggs, anyone?

Aside from one casualty, I think they turned out pretty great!

However, when I woke up this morning, a little yellow paper was waiting for Dave and me in the kitchen with the familiar handwriting of the E.B., the same handwriting I have seen every Easter for the last 26 years:

Let it be known the the E.B. has a little bit of a sense of humor as well as a knack for rhyming. Over the years, we have saved some of our favorite E.B. notes, and they are hysterical to re-read. I can say that the Bunny's spelling/grammar have improved immensely as the years have gone on.

Anyway, I was pleased to find this waiting for me behind the couch in the living room:

Hooray! I'm not too old for an Easter basket!! I was pretty excited.
Especially when I found this under the jellybeans:

Yum. The best part of Easter, by far. I always get the 3-flavor (chocolate, butter cream and strawberry cream). My sibs prefer carmel and boston butter cream, all of which are delicious. But it's a special treat that only comes once a year.

Thanks, E.B.!!

PS: these little guys came in a special Easter package from my talented sister, Katherine. Thanks for the surprise!! Love love love them!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Oh boy...

I am getting really, REALLY excited for this. It may be one of my favorite things about Spring.

Just a couple more days...