Why is a raven like a writing desk?

What does that absurd little riddle have to do with this post? Well, let me tell you. There is a little house in Provoland that I lovingly refer to as The Alice in Wonderland House. 'Tis a quaint little brick house painted butter yellow with a mint green and white striped roof, pink and white accents on the exterior, a private garden area with white wrought iron table and chair furnishings, rose bushes in front, and a stone path. I tried to find a picture of the house, but apparently no one TAKES pictures of that house ever because none were to be found.

I have loved that house since I was just a wee li'l freshman girl.

So, my to-do list thing was to go inside of it. Seeing as how it is apartment finding time here, Priscilla and I went to the house and asked for a tour. I found out that that house is even on the Utah Historical Registry-made in 1918!

Coolness points: up 3.

The interior proved to be as amazing as the exterior. Lavender walls, a steep wooden staircase that splits left and right at the top, white trim, maple wood everythings with white accent knobs. It was heaven being in that house! Alas, rent there is THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE DOLLARS A MONTH ALL YEAR ROUND! Off with her head, I say.

But I'm not bitter.

All in all, it was a splendid experience. Capital! Not at all a floccinaucinihilipilification- that house is honorificabilitudinitatibus!

Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!, said the Eaglet (from the actual book, Alice in Wonderland)

Er, right. I mean, that house is just grand :)

First of all, I would like you to notice the view count at the bottom of the page- that's right OVER 1,000 VIEWS! I am stymied! It's funny to me that anyone would want to read this given the fact that it's neither terribly well written nor wonderfully exciting, but hey! I hope that you laugh out loud every so often (or at least chuckle inwardly...)

Now to the meat of this post. Imagine life in Indonesia. Whatever you conjured up is probably pretty true-to-form. Now think of yourself when you were 9 years old- awkward, gawky, skinny, big-footed, sweaty, unbelievably awkward, and then go ahead and sprinkle a little bit more awkward on top. Was that you? No? Well, that was definitely me.

I was nine years when my family moved to Indonesia. Picture me if you will- deeply tanned, all arms and legs, tall and skinny, a sheen of sweat omnipresent on my face, gigantic gapped front teeth, magnifying lenses for glasses, stringy blonde hair falling straight down to the middle of my back, an extra-large adult t-shirt, overall shorts--but wait! There's more!!

That's right. At that terrible point in my fashion history, I decided to grow out my bangs (after all, it was the 90's). So, in addition to all of those goings-on, I had a stretchy head band encircling my head with bang "wings" poking out from underneath. I wish that I had a picture of that to show you, but they were all burned in a tragic, tragic fire...

The thought of returning to the bangs world made me shiver. It made me shake. The image from my childhood-Indonesia-bang-growing-out-years made me vow to never, NEVER want to get bangs ever again.

Alas. Recently, I needed a change. So! This post is dedicated to the bang unveiling AS WELL AS the unveiling of the new glasses- TWO THINGS PASSED OFF! See, the bangs was the first thing, and the second thing was to get colored glasses with a full frame! These glasses are hip! Trendy! The latest rage in London! And I love them :)

Before...
After...

(did you notice that the glasses were GREEN!?!? Here's a picture of the cool detailing on the side... just because I know you want to see...)

Does the name "Cushman Honeybells" ring a bell?

No?

What about a Tangelo?

Ok. So, I had heard about Tangelos before, but they were a bizarre little mystery- to me, the name was sort of a cross between Mr. T, and Michelangelo. *shutter*

Anyway, whilst in Macey's today, I happened upon a deal too good to be true!

"Could it be true??? NO!"

Oh, but it was! Tangelos 3lbs for $1! These were BuyLow prices, baby- but at Maceys! (ok, so that reference might be a little lost to all those that don't live in P-town)

Being the adventurous little blogger that I am (and reminiscing on the fact that I haven't blogged in FOR-EV-ER) images of the cactus pear began swimming through my mind and I knew. I KNEW that it was time for another cultural culinary adventure. An tango with tangelos.

According to Wikipedia (I know, I know. My credibility just went out the window...):

"The tangelo (pronounced /ˈtændʒəloʊ/ TAN-jə-loh), (C. reticulata × C. maxima or C. × paradisi), Citrus × tangelo, is also widely known as the honeybell. Tangelo is a citrus fruit that is a hybrid of a tangerine and either a pomelo or a grapefruit. It may have originated in Southeast Asia over 3,500 years ago.^{[citation needed]"<--- (that's the most reliable part)}

^{Don't you feel informed?}

^{I tell you what, that was the tastiest little hybrid that I have ever tasted.}

^{It was just loaded with a tasty taste that tasted tasty in my}
humblest of opinions!

^{Basically what I'm getting at is that you should try them.}