Potato Tornado

I'm currently sitting in the business center of a hotel in Boise, Idaho writing this blog post because I didn't think I needed to bring my laptop because I didn't think I had any homework to do.

Funny, because I do have homework to do.

The reason I'm in Idaho is because I have swim meet, but that's not what this blog post is about.  No, this is my potato appreciation post.  So...

WHHHHHOOOOO POTATOES!!!!!!!!!

I figured since i'm in the land of potatoes, it would be the perfect time for me to write about my favorite food, which is the potato.

I think I like potatoes so much because the potato is such a versatile vegtable.  I mean, there's fries, mashed potatoes, chips, potato salad-the list goes on and on.  And no matter what you're making with potatoes, you know it's going to be good because potatoes are good.

Potatoes are also, in my opinion, an inspiring food.  I mean, on the outside they're not much to look at, but when you cut them up and look past their brown, bumpy, exterior, you get this lovely white vegtable that tastes great with butter.

In that respect, people are a lot like potatoes.  We can't really see what people are like until we cut through the outside layer.

The potato industry has also provided a postive boost to America's economy.  The average potato picker get's payed $28,490 annually, and there are over 26,000 potatoes pickers employed across the country.  So if the taste of potatoes isn't enough to make you want to eat them, do it for the homeland. (Statistics from mymajor.com)

Potatoes are great also because tehy have been the subject matter of many memes.  I don't want to list them all, because frankly no one cares, but I will sign off this blog post with one of my favorites.

So remember kids, haters gonna hate, and...

Well bye.
Elise :)

The Chicken Disaster

This past Sunday, my mom decided to make a chicken.

You know, a whole chicken slow roasted in the oven with potatoes and carrots and stuff.

I was really excited for said chicken, I mean, gotta love poultry, and also because the only time we ever eat large birds is at Thanksgiving, and sometimes not even then, so I was pumped to nosh on some bird.

Well, the thing is our oven isn't the best.  I don't know if it's old or what, but it's absolute trash and can't cook anything right.

She put the chicken in the oven at 6:00, and anticipated it to be done in a couple hours.

So there we were, my mom, my dad, and I, sitting in the kitchen taking the chicken out of the oven at 9:30 on Sunday night.  I usually go to bed way earlier than this, but I stayed up waiting for that darn chicken to cook.

We pulled out and from the outside, it looked perfectly fine.  It appeared to be fully cooked and we were happy that something finally cooked right in our oven.

Funny thing is that the chicken was far from cooked.  We cut into it and the inside was practically raw.

It was bad.  I got really salty, my mom lost hope, and my dad started cutting it up and microwaving it piece by piece (which we have done with Thanksgiving turkeys in the past).

I was really upset because I just wanted to stuff my face with chicken and go to bed, but I couldn't do that if the chicken wasn't cooked.

It's kind of like the morning of Thanksgiving when you're all like:

Courtesy of: Pinterest

And then dinner time comes around and half the food isn't cooked and the rolls are burnt and you're just like: 

Courtesy of: QuickMeme

Anyway, it was disappointing and I was sad so I ate some leftover spaghetti noodles with Costco pesto and went to bed.

I don't really remembered all the things that happened that night, but I'm pretty sure we ended up leaving the oven on all night while we were sleeping, because the next day hat chicken was cooked.  I mean if that chicken wasn't dead before, spending eighteen hours in the oven should make it way dead.

When we ate though (on Monday night), it was good and fully-cooked and I really enjoyed it.

And no worries — we're going to my grandparents house for Thanksgiving so there won't be two uncooked poultry incidents within the same month.

So thanks for reading and give your turkey-cooking moms/dads/legal guardians a big hug for cooking those turkeys, because as we've learned, it's not so easily accomplished.

Bye for now.
Elise :)

Polise

There's this thing in the world today called gender inequality.  Gender inequality meaning that the genders are not considered equal.

This is a problem for many reasons.

The first being that there is no reason for it.  The only thing that determines your gender is how your chromosomes are combined in the womb, so that shouldn't have any affect on how your treated in society.  The genders should be treat equally, because we are indeed equal.

Any female should be able to do what any male can do.  There shouldn't be certain things that only boys can do simply because they are boys.

This belief, the belief that the genders are considered equal is called feminism.

This came up in a conversation between my pal Abbi and I once.

We were talking about unfair social standards, and I jokingly said, "I think I'm going to try to be the first female pope."   This of course, was just a cheesy joke made by yours truly, but Abbi decided to take it further.

The next thing I knew, I had a text that had this picture in it.

Yes, that is my face photoshopped onto the pope's body.

The reason my face looks so maniacal is because the picture used to create this lovely photo came from this:

Now if we zoom in further on me we get this.

Ah yes, this flattering picture of me is what was used to create the pope picture which is know known as the Polise (pope + elise = polise).  Now I know what you're thinking, but I want you to know that this picture was taken right after I swam a mile (that's 66 laps in a pool) in a full out sprint, and I assure that no one looks good after that.

I learned a lot of things through the course of the construction of this picture.

One being that Abbi is a photoshop savage, and also that I should not take pictures of myself minutes after doing hard physical exertion.

I know this blog post just seems like it's about how un-photogenic I am, but there is actually a point.

You should never be afraid to follow your dreams.  I don't actually want to become the first female pope, but I still have dreams that aren't exactly conventional.

I kind of want to start and all girls competitive kickball team called the Lady Ballers.  It sound really dumb, I know, but think about it.  How fun would it be to be on an all girls kickball team?

Anyone can follow do whatever they set their mind if they really go for it.

I mean in Legally Blonde, Elle Woods got into Harvard, and no one thought she could do it, but she worked hard and she accomplished what she wanted to accomplish.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is follow your dreams, because you can do what ever you want.

And in the spirit of life insurance, I'm going to end this post by quoting American Family Insurance:

"You're dream is out there, go get it."

Peace out girl scouts.

Elise :)